V rallies

V rallied her senses and slapped the hand around her neck to one side and glared at Mills. She'd had enough. Enough of this fucked up day and fucked up situation. The base of V's palm swept upwards in Mills' chin briefly lifting the man from the floor. He had expected some sort of physicality, but the girl was stronger than he'd thought. Arasaka Operations' martial arts training was no joke. The bathroom tiles squeaked under his shoes as Mills avoided crumpling to the floor, just about managing to steady himself. He looked up and, as his vision de-blurred, he saw V now standing in a fighter's stance, hatred etched into her beautiful face.

"Bastard" she hissed and she braced herself to strike again out at Mills. The second blow succeeded where the first had failed and Mills went down to the floor with a grunt of pain. He saw stars and static from his cyber implants crackled across his vision as he thudded down. V lent down to the fallen man and, coming around, Mills felt a hand close on his necktie, tilting his head upwards painfully. As his eyes focussed once more, his stomach dropped at the sight of V's furious face inches from his.

"Try that again you, and you'll wish you'd never been born". With that she shoved Mills backwards and he clattered into tiles once more sending another static burst across his eyes as he groaned.

V looked down at the man below her with utter disgust and turned to walk from the bathroom, leaving him where he lay.