[One liter of blood, and the kitten would be begging you to release her.]
Ashton's eyes flashed and he didn't hesitate to agree. [Deal—]
Unfortunately, Sienna lifted her foot off him right at that moment, letting him roll onto his side with a gasp.
[Ah. It seems the kitten has let you go on her own,] Mikdad mused, a hint of disappointment in its tone. [A pity. I was looking forward to that blood. Oh wait, it's not too late though. What if you get up now and tackle her to the floor, uh?! Perfect come back, isn't it?]
[Say something.]
[Do we have a deal?]
Ashton gritted his teeth, clutching his scraped elbows. The jacket he had gotten was from killing a Level 5 Three-Legged Dog, he had thought it could protect him against zombie claws, now was now torn, all thanks to his bratty little sister. How could she be like this?!
[Tsk, how annoying.] Not getting the reply he wanted, Mikdad quickly lost interest.
