by Morgan Landry 6/7/2014, 1:41 pm
Chiara laughed openly at him, imitated by her two half brothers. "What makes you even think I give a flying f*ck about what is legal and what's not? If you saw my police record, you'd understand. Killing a pigeon is no big deal."
She chewed on her gum, listening to what he said with a mocking expression. "Stand up for yourself, huh? See, I have no problems with people who do. I'm one of them. As for you talking sh*t about my cabin, that's sooooo much like you guys, huh? All you other Campers. You cuss into our face but when it's time to fight you're all (*high pitched voice*)'please please come and help us' like it was at the Battle of Manhattan. You guys are just a bunch of hypocritical c*nts."
When he said 'help me and see what happens, the three Ares kids exchanged a mocking glance. "Oooooh, somebody's a badass," Sherman said.
"Come over here, badass, I'll warm you up," Chiara snickered. With that, she grabbed his neck firmly in her strong arms and dragged him behind her, her biceps rolling under her skin. She was very strong for somebody of her age, a result of years of working out, weight lifting, boxing, martial arts in general, military training and of course, battles. The guy was taller than her, but it was no big deal to her, he wasn't the first tall guy she had bullied. Well basically, everybody was taller than her.