"Who... who... who DARES lay their WRETCHED foot upon my vessel, that of the DARK DRAGON IDOUN. WHO DARES!"
She struggled under the weight of Gaara's foot. He hadn't pinned her down especially hard, but she was too dazed to free herself. She'd lost a lot of blood at this point, and while the bleeding had stopped, a (surprisingly, given the state of her arm) mild infection had set in. She could barely move it, so fiddling with her dragonstone was out of the question, as well. Like so many times in the past, the only weapon at her disposal was her mouth.
"Listen, and listen well, you MISERABLE WRETCH. You have deigned to test the patience of the DARK DRAGON IDOUN, unholy messenger of death and destruction. You, in your DISGUSTING human arrogance, seem to think you have caught me in a moment of weakness, but you are sorely mistaken. This is but a mere SCRATCH to me. A scratch that could kill many thousands of PATHETIC humans, yet one thousand of which could never fell a being of such IMMENSE POWER as myself. Tell me: do you think you have won? Are you truly so ignorant to the GRAVE mistake you have made on this day? I promise you that this day will forever live on in INFAMY. When my thralls come to pick the flesh off your INFERIOR HUMAN bones, you will look upon this day with renewed dread forever more. Run. RUN NOW, YOU MISERABLE CUR, FOR WHEN I CATCH YOU WILL BE WHEN THE LAST GLIMMER OF HOPE DIES OUT FROM YOUR PATHETIC EYES. FLEE AND DESPAIR AT THE WRATH OF THE DARK DRAGON!"
She mustered up an iota of strength and struck Gaara's ankle with all the IMMENSE MIGHT she could muster. Unfortunately, she didn't really think about which arm to use, and let out a
bloodcurdling cry, followed by whimpering mighty roar as a sharp throbbing pain shot up her injured arm. She stayed silent on the ground, tears running down her face.
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