When the back of that machete collided with her shin (she had been moving far too quickly to prevent it), Jynx let out an absolutely inhuman sound -- like a cross between a wolf's growl and a great cat's cry of pain. Her demented eyes shot over to the ghoul girl and Jynx gave her one of those stares... one of those Jynx-stares, that seemed so perfectly able to express exactly what she was thinking. This one said "I'll deal with you later, you fucking cunt."<br/><br/><span style="color: #006400">Ahh, so it begins. You really are so predictable, Sue,</span>the voice said, insinuating itself into the lunatic's mind, distracting her. She shook her head frantically and followed the sound of Emma's heavy breathing, of the blood pumping through her veins, of her footfalls on the Vegas pavement.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006400">What will you do with her when you get her? Kill her? You had better... you know Jynx will disapprove if you don't. You have to eat her. She'll be so sweet... and as spicy as her tongue.</span>The pink-haired girl kept running, following the turncoat into a casino, past the greeters and patrons. She could hear her, smell her. She had to have her, had to win. Had to ignore the voice. Had to keep going. The hunt was impulsive, even more than Jynx needed to kill, to eat, she needed to chase and catch. She had to prove to herself.. had to prove to Jynx that she could survive in the wasteland on her own.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>