>>19652892Up until that point, Paule hadn't seen Beatrice. She was bigger than she anticipated. She had about two heads and a half over her. The diatribe from the half-human was scary. Intimidated, Paule hunched and looked down. She approached the mic to her lips and said in a soft tone:
>I'm not afraid.Her voice cracked. She gulped. And looked up to immediately shift eyes down again.
>You are just a meanie.Paule felt the massive body of her opponent in front of her. She was big, massive, massive enough to be able to feel her bulging muscles without looking. Big enough that she felt the bunny shadow shrouding her fully. Scary enough that every word out of the rabbit's mouth seemed a punch.
Terrifying enough, Paule had to stand up or be murdered.
Her knees were shaking, she was on the verge of tears, her voice was cracking, but microphone in hand, Paule looked up and declared defiantly:
>I am NOT afraid.It was not convincing, but she said it.
