[ Over the roar of the bike, she watches the figure rise. It's weird. There's something off about how calm it is. Actually, the sheer serenity of it makes anger spike in her on impulse. Everything around her is in tatters, she's in tatters, the grip of her right arm clenching on the handle, and this guy is just gonna stand around in her way? Distrustful of the metallic, phosphorus looking glow, Yang maintains her speed. ]
I'm not gonna stop, no way.
[ She gives it about fifteen seconds. ]
Not for you!
[ Not for anyone. Or so she thinks. The temptation to go straight through him just to prove she can is immense, but some smaller, more faraway instinct still alive in her takes over. With a loud frustrated grunt, Yang kicks the brakes at the last second, pivoting her whole body and sending the bike into a loud, screeching arc. It sails around the guy, leaving a burning smoke trail in its wake, and she wheels it about to face him, now behind him on the street. Yang doesn't cut the engine, but she slams one boot down on the ground, whipping off her helmet and goggles. Her eyes and hair are both glowing, but the colors are dim. Suppressed. ]
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I'm not gonna stop, no way.
[ She gives it about fifteen seconds. ]
Not for you!
[ Not for anyone. Or so she thinks. The temptation to go straight through him just to prove she can is immense, but some smaller, more faraway instinct still alive in her takes over. With a loud frustrated grunt, Yang kicks the brakes at the last second, pivoting her whole body and sending the bike into a loud, screeching arc. It sails around the guy, leaving a burning smoke trail in its wake, and she wheels it about to face him, now behind him on the street. Yang doesn't cut the engine, but she slams one boot down on the ground, whipping off her helmet and goggles. Her eyes and hair are both glowing, but the colors are dim. Suppressed. ]
Rrgh. Hey! You got a problem?