"Who are you?!" She yelled. The girl didn't answer. "Answer me!"
"I don't think you'd like that very much," the girl spoke, with a nightmarish voice. It sounded like it was two or more voices mashed together to make one, horrifying one.
"What is your name?!" Zira yelled. The girl was a bit surprised Zira didn't point out her voice. "That's not important," she stated.
Zira attacked her, getting blocked, and scratched by the girl's claws. It was hard for her to block the girl's, Sarah's, attacks. Sarah was much faster and had more agility, while Zira was a bit slower, but packed more power into her attacks.
Should Zira land a good kick or punch on Sarah, she'd have just enough time to get away, but with Sarah attacking most of the time, Zira simply gets back up, if she's even knocked down.
"You're tough, I'll give you that," Sarah said, attacking once again, Zira blocking. "But you're slow." "Yeah, I guess this automail isn't really made for a lot of speed, is it?" Zira snapped, trying to kick Sarah.
Sarah grabbed her ankle, holding Zira right where she was. "Hm, so it is automail..."
Zira put all of her weight into that leg, forcing Sarah to let go of it, punching her as she let go. Sarah stumble back, but managed to regain balance. Zira was coming at her, and, once she was close enough, she grabbed Zira by her throat, slamming her against the wall. "It seems you've underestimated my strength."
Zira was struggling to breathe, trying to remove Sarah's hands from her throat. Sarah, with her free hand, drug one claw down Zira's stomach, making a very small, thin scratch, not large enough to cause any actual fatal damage.
"Maybe I should cut you open... Gut you like you're an animal..."
Zira was about to pass out, and she heard a familiar voice, though she couldn't place it. "Sarah, they want her alive."
Who's voice is that?!
