After being shocked by the small leech, K'satri wanted nothing to do with the car. No sir, she all but scrambled out. She did not want to be in such a confined space with leeches.
However, When she hopped out, K'satri was faced with an even bigger problem: even bigger leeches.
A particularly goopy looking monster was shclooping it's way closer and closer to the blonde soldier. In the background she heard Charles spouting a load of crap, but payed him no mind. She was busy!
She took a second to grab her stave from the clip on her back. "DOn't fail me now, Steve!" she pleaded, though she knew trying to fight a wad of goo with a stick and a few jingly rings of metal wasn't going to work. She had to try though! Tentatively she poked at the leech. It recoiled the first time, but decided the stave was no real threat and latched on.
"Sh*t!" K'satri shouted as she felt the leech rip the stave from her seemingly firm grip. "Get back here!" she leaped after the leech and managed to grab on to the end of her stave. With a rough twist she freed the long not-so-deadly staff. Angry, she wiped the leech ice on her tights and dugg around in her bag for a match. Just one match would do it! Her fingers closed around the little paper packet. Yes!
She pulled it out, opened it, and deflated. One match left. Should she Use it? Suddenly, the leech decided the communicator on K'satri's arm would make a lovely snack and schlooped forward with speed the soldier did not expect. Thinking fast she spun around, hoping to save the communicator and some cash. The leech ended up splitting on her back and shoulder, the one without the pricey piece of machinery sitting on her wrist.
Quickly she lit the match, deciding it was indeed time to use it, and flung it behind her at the mass of jello. With a hiss and a shudder the leech slithered off of her and began to writhe under the small glowing flame. Not wanting to watch as it went up in flames, 'Satri made her way to the boys.
She looked a bit disheveled, with goo dripping from her hair and clothing and all over her stave, but she was grinning from ear to ear. She noticed the small leech on Charles' arm and grabbed the little thing, flinging it off into the flaming bubbling mess of its dead cousin.
"Thanks!" Charles, exclaimed. 'Satri fixed him with a hard stare, as if to say 'any flirtatious comments and i'll bash you in the head with Steve the stave.'
"No problem," she said, in what she hoped was an aloof tone. K'satri liked to be serious on missions. "Anybody got anymore matches?"
~HV
derpderp i tried
