She doesn't deal with losing particularly well. This has never been a problem, because she doesn't lose. She'll take her hits when she has to, but it's all a part of the plan, and it doesn't count as losing when you're just doing it to get other people's guards down. It's all about control, and she's always had a lot of it. So, when push comes to shove, it turns out she's not a particularly graceful loser.
She couldn't care less about the other girl's problems-- nice enough that this is unusual, but that doesn't change her situation now, when she has to make an impression. It's all she can do to keep standing, and she has to land on her knees before she topples head-first into the ground, catching herself on her hands and trying to tear up the stupid ground under her fingers as she screams again in rage. Her head shoots up for a fraction of a second to glare, enough to insist that she doesn't need the permission, without enough sense to devote to actually saying it, too consumed by the temper and the poison.
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She couldn't care less about the other girl's problems-- nice enough that this is unusual, but that doesn't change her situation now, when she has to make an impression. It's all she can do to keep standing, and she has to land on her knees before she topples head-first into the ground, catching herself on her hands and trying to tear up the stupid ground under her fingers as she screams again in rage. Her head shoots up for a fraction of a second to glare, enough to insist that she doesn't need the permission, without enough sense to devote to actually saying it, too consumed by the temper and the poison.