>>19149988>>19155419Holly's face is a mask as the bell rings and her music hits. She'd been clamoring for a win, desperate for one, and now that it had finally come, the bravado and need silenced by the familiar blaring of Clique. Holly looks at her opponent, the giant cat girl had put up a hell of a fight, having come out of the gates swinging. Emotion had seen her push forward, but with her victory, she found that emotion dissipating into nothingness.
She opens her mouth to speak, but thinks better of it. A single nod to Nico, and then she exits the ring. Nothing further required.
Her knuckles sting and ache for more. The burning hatred she felt replaced by a more cool rage. She could dig back into those reserves when time for another match would come.
When it came time to cut a promo on her opponent, Holly's voice was eerily still. The usual fiery passion tempered.
>Ciel>You're a hard woman to find>But I've heard a thing or two, talk of boots and stepping. >Yet, I could not care less. Because I'll show you how a real kickboxer takes to the ring.Holly looks into space for a moment, eyes unfocusing, before she shakes her head and returns to the moment
>I am tired of waiting>Come Night 8She giggles suddenly
>You're going to make me feel alive, and I'm going to make you wish you were dead