The first sound out of her mouth was a rather...unholy grunt of anger and pain. Her neck and shoulder were still bugging the shit out of her, and Minatsuki was this close to screaming. Or her eyes rolling back in her head. Minatsuki may not drain her blood as fast as Ganta did, considering her weapon never separated from her body like his bullets. But that didn't mean she didn't reach anemia, and it was tiering. Stubborn as fuck or not, even the brunette got tired and sick when she exerted herself. And this little duel hadn't even gone on as long as the Carnival Corpse could. But then again, she wasn't fighting another Deadman.

She was fighting something rather different. And it was...refreshing.

Her cheeks tinged pink and eyes seeming to pop angrily out of her head, the brunette's lip twitched. She could speak now, but purposefully bit back the initial "FUCK YOU" and took a chance to breath.

"...I'd do it again. You're fucking pathetic."