Fighting for fun... MAYBE (Yes and open)

That bitch! I can feel the blood tingling around my cheek. I touch it. The moment blood touched my fingers and slithers down my hand was the very moment I found a new rage to behold towards my foe. No one ruins my pretty face...

[Attacks the bitch named Feather with a big whip.]
[dice=200+6000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Bicep; 3.5]

"Bitch, please. I'm left-handed." I corrected her.[rand=08311272915844459101532801288191096244244695955099076101521435779]

"Wtf, Bitch? We're talking about me, not some self-sold prostitute who can't use a kni-" Something pecks me on my forearm. Actually, it does more than just peck, it actually lodges itself in there pretty good. Now I'm starting to bleed out like a fountain. Damn... "Okay, fine. Correction: Self-sold prostitute who can use a knife. Anyway, you're going to choke on your own blood when I'm done with you." I quickly take out the knife lodged in me and store it away in my left pocket, which I always use for valuables. Safe keepings, you see.

My right hand fumbles around my right pocket, revealing a 5 foot-length coiled extension cord that somehow managed to fit in my right pocket. "Behold..." I say in a majestic tone. I tie a knot from end of my first whip around the handle of the newly-revealed whip for something just plain awesome.

"Now that I have an extension cord. My whip reaches lengths now impossible with one whip. Better cry, Bitch. Today, you're getting your butt whooped. In a good way for me."

[Attacks the self-sold prostitute, Feather with a extended whip.]
[dice=200+6000]
[Deep Gash on Left Calf 8.0]

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"What the hell is your problem? You act like a total kid. Seriously, how old are you exactly?" I could feel my face form a familiar notion similar to this ----> -.-

[Attacks Feather with a whip bound with issues]
[dice=200+6000]
[Welt on left bicep; 2]

"Go bury yourself with your hands."[rand=7227704192995418859810280956943891057223169394041090490924988603]

Ignoring the pain, I cracked my whip onto the ground, pounding my rage onto the ground. This. Girl. Needs. To. Die. I hear my whip crack once more as I unleash my furious attacks onto the miserable wretch that dares to live on the same ground as I.

[Attacks the miserable wretch, Feather with the crack of a whip.]
[dice=200+6000]
[Welt on left bicep]

My whip strikes once more on the injury I had given the girl before. Blood rules.

"In case you haven't noticed, girl; I have a huge thing for whips."[rand=1666939122141834688551095629111434745501050788516111495407572071]

I flee with my life intact. Two girls in one night with huge blades? Not my type of score.