It Looks Ugly, But It's Clean

A Killing Eve/DA2 fusion that, frankly, got out of hand. - The image they pinned to the chanter’s board didn’t do her justice. She had brighter eyes, a prouder mouth. She wore a fine broad hat with plumes that nearly brushed the rafters. Hawke took an embarrassingly long time to reach for her sword. A wicked little knife leapt into the dirt floor just before her feet, but she sidestepped and got her scabbard, flung it off the sword in one motion, whirled toward the pirate queen, hauled back for a strike that would cleave her-- And lodged her blade fast in the rafter like a stupid green cadet. She wasted an instant trying to pull it down, and the pirate queen didn’t have to hurry to put another knife under her chin. Hawke’s throat was hers for the taking, or her armpit if she felt like a little variety, or in through the harness of her breastplate, beneath the ribs. The pirate queen looked into Hawke’s eyes and said, “Do you have anything to drink?”