by Nika Novak » Mon Jan 06, 2020 8:06 pm
Nika stands stockstill, clenched fists at her side. This had gone about as poorly as it possibly could have. When was the last time Katarina had called her Lieutenant Novak? The first time they met, maybe at some official function since then. But never like this. With poised anger and disappointment. When she hears a door close behind Katarina she finally breaks composure and lets out a frustrated scream, accompanied by a punch one of several basketballs sitting on a rack. There's a brief flare of power and the now impervious-to-physics ball slams through the rack, folding it in on itself slightly as the basketball embeds itself in the wall with a loud crack, followed by the quiet sound of basketballs bouncing as they roll off the demolished rack.