<div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><hr/><br/>"I doubt it. Men run away from me, not to me. More so if they know who my dad is. Would you want to be the guy caught screwing the God of War's daughter?" Sarah smirked, "Though even when they don't know that, they tend to be scared off. I'm not exactly a sweetheart or very girlie," she had a nice, fit, tight body, but that was about the only thing that told people she was a girl.<br/><br/>"I might be new here, but I'm not new to fighting and things like that. I might want to punch you, but I know well enough to know that it's not your fault or anything you did. Plus, our parents have been screwing around with each other for a long time, I'm sure I've got nothing to worry about from you. It's not like my dad is going to get angry at me for talking to you, not when he's got his face shoved between your mom's legs," Sarah shrugged. She wasn't the most polite. Saying things like that was natural for her, "And if I really wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't just punch you in the face. I'd probably back hand you and kick you in the head," again, she wasn't one for being kind with her words.