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New to her powers, maybe? The trick with speedsters is it's tough to watch them move with complete accuracy if you've not got the technology for it. But while the girl's good, she doesn't have exact control of it yet. Ideally the rabbits could've had their necks broken with the rest of the bones intact.
Still, Brianna at least won the bet. Rather than concede verbally, however, the first thing out of Logan's mouth is: ] You wanna eat all of those? [ Juuuuuust as he reaches out to swipe the heel of his palm against the blood on her cheek, giving the smudge a brief look before he looks at Brianna once more. ]
Did you even feel the cut?
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I'd puke. [ Which isn't to say she doesn't want to eat them all, just that she's not used to eating so much at once. When he wipes the blood off her cheek, she shrugs. ] No. That kind of stuff happens all the time.