[color=violet]Jinx gives a soft little sigh as she looks at the dead, burnt corpses of schoolgirls, wondering if sheâ€™d left any of them alive. The sigh wasnâ€™t of course because she killed them, it was because she hadnâ€™t quite killed ALL of them, noticing that Jazen had to rip ones throat out and throw it aside before the girl was truly dead. She heard Jazenâ€™s words, and gave a callous, cold chuckle, as the dust cleared between them once more, it looked like a bizarre spaghetti western, then again, she was the only person with the big gun here. She could feel a presence, that although seemed distant, didnâ€™t actually feel distant. Her ears twitched vaguely and she shrugs her shoulders, turning her pistol on Jazen, the barrel raising. She had a clear shot at his head, could put one right in that mouth of his, ruin that cocky little grin. Or right between his eyes, and splatter his brains across the walls. But suddenly she didnâ€™t feel like it. It was as if the fire sheâ€™d had burning up inside, a lust for revenge, had somehow been sated, by degrading Jazen this far, by having him at her mercy, having the chance to annihilate him, to erase him from the world. Sheâ€™d defeated him, and his cheap illusionary tricks, and left her bloody mark. That was enough for her.<br/><br/>She lowered the barrel, and holstered it, turning around. â€œTch. Kill you? Iâ€™m not going to kill youâ€¦â€