"Very nice! You are quite obedient..." she finally spoke; after a beat, Brielle rolled across the mat, moving closer to Jenny. She approached the downed girl with curious eyes, inspecting her features closely. Her face was mere inches away from the catgirl's, taking in her barely conscious form, staring deep into those blue orbs fighting to remain open; At that moment... Brielle let her playful impulses win. Holding her dark hair back with one hand, she lowered her head and pressed her lips against Jenny's... a mark of her playful dominance, a tender kiss to cement her complete control in the fight while indulging herself with her foe. But far from being an act of kindness, this only served as a preamble to the end.
Brielle pulled back, breaking the intimate proximity abruptly, and headed toward the corner, swiftly climbing with cat-like agility. There, the goth girl stood over the top turnbuckle, quickly glancing around before fixing her eyes back onto Jenny. A Malicious smile drew on her face just before she jumped, soaring through the air in the direction of Jenny's flat form. Spreading her arms like wings.
"The Fallen Angel"
Fallen Angel
