Post by Disgraced on Aug 2, 2022 16:18:21 GMT
It seemed that the giant frog was getting wise to Grace's tricks. Or, rather, was getting wise to her trick, singular, because she'd only figured out the one thing so far. It wasn't exactly as if she'd had a hell of a lot of time to practice all of this - and thinking up new ideas on the fly was a lot harder when there was a giant frog that thought you were a snack.
It wasn't trying to snack on her this time, though. No, it seemed like it just wanted her out of the way, because it raised a single giant front leg and swatted her out of the air, sending her careening through the sky with quite a lot more momentum than Grace would have liked to have had. She crashed hard into one of the buildings on the street, glass and debris falling around her as she toppled over a wheeled executive chair in some sort of corporate boardroom.
Hell awaited her, but hopefully not that one. Grace picked herself up again as best as she could, steadying herself on the table and limping back to the now open-air view of the ongoing fight. Her strike might not have landed, but she was quickly figuring out that sometimes the important thing wasn't to land the hit. Sometimes, the important thing was to be a distraction and let someone else land a hit - because Froggy had made the critical error of assuming that Grace was the threatening one and worrying about her instead of worrying about the other much more qualified threats to its existence.
Damn.
It was a thought that had gone through Grace's head several times already during this event, or whatever it was you were supposed to call a concert that turned into a slaughterfest. This was an entirely different sort of damn, though. Less distressed, more... impressed.
Because, really, there was something about a tall ripped girl beating the ever-loving shit out of a giant frog that just made Grace want to stand there and appreciate the moment. She leaned against what remained of the wall, getting some of the weight off her ankle, figuring that if the heat was off her for a minute or two, she'd just stay where she was and try to watch the fight. She was breathing hard, and that frog had done a number on her. She could tell that this was probably going to be one of those situations where absolutely everything hurt the next day, and all she was going to want to do was stay in bed with some Advil.
Of course, she had to work, so that wasn't going to happen. It would probably be a good idea to disappear into the night at this point - it seemed like that was what Radeka was doing, from the rising mist over by the stage. Someone probably ought to stop her... but 'someone' wasn't Grace.
Not yet, anyway.
"See you in hell."
Grace shifted a little against the crumbling wall, and settled in to watch the finale.
It wasn't trying to snack on her this time, though. No, it seemed like it just wanted her out of the way, because it raised a single giant front leg and swatted her out of the air, sending her careening through the sky with quite a lot more momentum than Grace would have liked to have had. She crashed hard into one of the buildings on the street, glass and debris falling around her as she toppled over a wheeled executive chair in some sort of corporate boardroom.
Hell awaited her, but hopefully not that one. Grace picked herself up again as best as she could, steadying herself on the table and limping back to the now open-air view of the ongoing fight. Her strike might not have landed, but she was quickly figuring out that sometimes the important thing wasn't to land the hit. Sometimes, the important thing was to be a distraction and let someone else land a hit - because Froggy had made the critical error of assuming that Grace was the threatening one and worrying about her instead of worrying about the other much more qualified threats to its existence.
Damn.
It was a thought that had gone through Grace's head several times already during this event, or whatever it was you were supposed to call a concert that turned into a slaughterfest. This was an entirely different sort of damn, though. Less distressed, more... impressed.
Because, really, there was something about a tall ripped girl beating the ever-loving shit out of a giant frog that just made Grace want to stand there and appreciate the moment. She leaned against what remained of the wall, getting some of the weight off her ankle, figuring that if the heat was off her for a minute or two, she'd just stay where she was and try to watch the fight. She was breathing hard, and that frog had done a number on her. She could tell that this was probably going to be one of those situations where absolutely everything hurt the next day, and all she was going to want to do was stay in bed with some Advil.
Of course, she had to work, so that wasn't going to happen. It would probably be a good idea to disappear into the night at this point - it seemed like that was what Radeka was doing, from the rising mist over by the stage. Someone probably ought to stop her... but 'someone' wasn't Grace.
Not yet, anyway.
"See you in hell."
Grace shifted a little against the crumbling wall, and settled in to watch the finale.