"It's always a fuckin' method of combat, I just wasn't fuckin' usin' it." She snaps back at him, still trying to regain her balance and stubbornly come closer so she can punch him in the face like she wants. "Wouldya rather I use the weapons he brought for me? Would that makeya feel fuckin' better?"
Metalhead's snarl turns into a loud, booming bark, spraying bits of saliva at Qilby in process. While Apollo puts all of her concentration in walking in a straight line, he continues to keep the man cornered.
Apollo stops when she receives that threat, though. She studies him with an angry looking curiosity, like she's trying to figure out whether or not he's actually capable of or willing to do that. They're supposed to be flightmates and allies of sorts, after all - but then again, Apollo's so belligerent and wild that she's ended up in an actual, physical fight with him regardless. (And at a party, no less.) Covered in dirt and scratches from her fall, Apollo stands there a moment longer, considering her options. Right now she doesn't give a shit what Deathwing thinks - she isn't fighting to impress a dragon of all things, she's fighting because she took something and blew it way out of proportion. But she is getting tired, and yeah, there is definitely some sort of head wound going on because there is now a small trickle of blood running down her face from beyond her hairline. Finally she makes a quick noise that Metalhead seems to understand as back down. Closing his mouth, the dog pulls back, turns around, and immediately goes to his master's side.
"I'm worth a lot fuckin' more than that, you asshole." Reaching down, she pulls one of the pistols out of the belt thrown around the dog's neck, aiming it directly at Qilby. There's a bit of distance between them, but there isn't any uncertainty in Apollo's body language. "Are you?"
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Metalhead's snarl turns into a loud, booming bark, spraying bits of saliva at Qilby in process. While Apollo puts all of her concentration in walking in a straight line, he continues to keep the man cornered.
Apollo stops when she receives that threat, though. She studies him with an angry looking curiosity, like she's trying to figure out whether or not he's actually capable of or willing to do that. They're supposed to be flightmates and allies of sorts, after all - but then again, Apollo's so belligerent and wild that she's ended up in an actual, physical fight with him regardless. (And at a party, no less.) Covered in dirt and scratches from her fall, Apollo stands there a moment longer, considering her options. Right now she doesn't give a shit what Deathwing thinks - she isn't fighting to impress a dragon of all things, she's fighting because she took something and blew it way out of proportion. But she is getting tired, and yeah, there is definitely some sort of head wound going on because there is now a small trickle of blood running down her face from beyond her hairline. Finally she makes a quick noise that Metalhead seems to understand as back down. Closing his mouth, the dog pulls back, turns around, and immediately goes to his master's side.
"I'm worth a lot fuckin' more than that, you asshole." Reaching down, she pulls one of the pistols out of the belt thrown around the dog's neck, aiming it directly at Qilby. There's a bit of distance between them, but there isn't any uncertainty in Apollo's body language. "Are you?"