[It makes it harder to breathe, just having the World in front of her. For all the World is being nice enough not to hit her (yet) it just fuels her anger. Between that, the flowers, and the grin on Dio's face, she saw contempt. Contempt and the idea she was weak.
Her breath comes in a shaky snarl, and she bares her teeth.]
Oh. That won't be hard.
[More spiritual power, that's what she needs to infuse into her body. More so she can punch and kick the World with more power then before. But even if she does harm the World- which is possible, but nothing Dio can't recover from-she harms herself in the attempt.
Her knuckles are raw, and bloody, and there's a definite crack of a broken bone, either a toe or finger or both.]
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Her breath comes in a shaky snarl, and she bares her teeth.]
Oh. That won't be hard.
[More spiritual power, that's what she needs to infuse into her body. More so she can punch and kick the World with more power then before. But even if she does harm the World- which is possible, but nothing Dio can't recover from-she harms herself in the attempt.
Her knuckles are raw, and bloody, and there's a definite crack of a broken bone, either a toe or finger or both.]