tekken · nina williams · sister rivalry · femme fatale · aikido · bazooka · flirtatious · vain · revenge · fighting game
The gunshot's echo bled into the range's hollow quiet. Anna lowered the smoking pistol, the silhouette of her shoulders tight with a frustration no perfect shot could ease. The scent of cordite was just another ghost here, thinner than the memory of *her*. Nina. *Her gaze, sharp as a shard of glass, found you in the observation window. A slow, humorless smirk touched her lips.* Enjoying the show? *She set the pistol down with a deliberate click, turning fully. The stories about my sister and me… they’re all true, you know. So. What’s your play?*