<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- Royally pissed and under the impression that she is some kind of Kung Fu master, In the Hall, The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/><br/>Wandering aimlessly through the corridor, Mae had been deep in thought and hadn't notice the shadowy figure as it stepped from its lurking place. The strong hands that wrapped around her, pulling her body against a solid wall of muscle, clamped harshly over her mouth as the cold feel of steel pressed against her neck. The young pilot's heart beat wildly as her sea green eyes grew to the size of a saucer. Had she been able to breath without restriction, Mae was sure she would have screamed so loud it would have echoed through the Verse. As the case would be however, Mae was unable to make a sound do to the fear that lodged in her throat.  His vile words and repulsive touch of his tongue caused her body to shiver as the cold danger of terror pierced her heart.<br/><br/><br/>As he spun her around, Mae whacked her head on the wall, causing lights to dance before her eyes as a throbbing pain centered at the back of her skull. Releasing a muffled groan, her green eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment before narrowing, flashing with fire as she glared daggers at her captor. Mae Little was pissed! She didn't need to speak to let him know it. Her eyes very clearly told the aggressor he had not chosen a timid target, far from it. Mae was a survivor. She may not always overpower her opponent, but she would be damned if she would allow him to victimize her, not without striking a blow in her own defense, and as far as Mae was concerned, the lower the better!<br/><br/><br/>Trying hard not to roll her eyes, Mae muttered incomprehensibly against the palm of his hand as he moved the knife to discover her lack of clothing. Her eyes spat venom at her attacker, letting him know in no uncertain terms, the scathing response that had been unjustly left unheard. If looks could kill, the tall blond intruder would have been struck down where he stood.  The squeal of protest increased as he guided that knife along her the center of Vincent's shirt, breaking the buttons one by one after first pressing its tip into her soft skin. Another gasp of air lodged in the young pilot's throat as her outraged mounted higher, skewering him with the heat from her defiant stare.<br/><br/><br/>The second his hand left her mouth Mae moved into action, striking back as best as the feisty young woman knew how. Raising her knee, she landed it with as much force as she was able, square in Dimitri's crown jewels.  The knife caught her skin, causing a small cut that went unnoticed in the heat of the battle. She pushed with all her might, catching him off guard enough to wiggle free from his hold. Turning, she ran down the hall, looking wildly over her shoulder as she cried out, partially in anger and partially in fear, but mostly in a panic.<strong>"You Quing wa koa de liu mang! Fucking Qiang bao hou-zi de, He chu-sheng za-jiao de zang-huo! Eat Da Shiong La Se La Ch’Wohn Tian! Chui se!!  Die you bastard!“</strong><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">~~~~~~~</div><br/><br/>Frog-humping son of a bitch: Qing wa kao de liu mang<br/>Monkey raping: Qiang bao hou-zi de<br/>Filthy fornicators of livestock: He chu-sheng za-jiao de zang-huo!<br/>Explosive diahrrea of an elephant: Da Shiong La Se La Ch'Wohn Tian<br/>Go die or Go to hell: Chui se