Utterly Mad

Blackjack screams out, clutching her hand to her face as she gains a fresh cut on her face, another that'll add to the collection of scars she's accrued in her travels. "PICK UP THE BLOODY FUCKIN' GUN YOU BLEEDIN' IDIOT," she yelled. One fucking thing, one fucking mistake.  How the hell did people manage to fuck up in such spectacular ways? She stumbled back and glared at Zar with wounded face, blood streaming down from the wound Zar had made.