“That sounds like desperation. But luckily for you, I do have some preserved blood of mine.
I forgot why I preserved so much of my blood, but I have at least a liter or two in my deep freezer.”
“You need to work on your fighting skills if you’re gonna pick fights like that.”
Seeing how their legs gave out, she would have to pick them up, taking a moment to pick them up in her arms. She didn’t seem to be struggling with that either.
“You also just seem pretty brittle in general.”
—
—them if they needed that.
“What were you trying to pick fights? And did you expect to get your ass kicked?”
“I don’t see much else you could do at the moment. . . I would otffer to help you, but I did just click you ass, so I don’t think you’d be all too keen on letting me help.”
She would help them stay up right, not wanting them to hurt themself more than they already were. She would even carry—
“Well, I’m pretty attached to my blood, so I can’t really offer that to your brood.”