The Orphanage (Lehanna)

There wasn’t a moment in her mind that told her this was a bad idea. No, instead the harboring feeling in the back of her head was a mix of anger and worry. This place wasn’t just some random orphanage. In some ways, being an orphan herself, this was more personal than it would be to most or all other mages. However, for this particular slayer, it held a much more significant title to her. It held a home to so many who didn’t have anywhere to go. It helped families that could not bare their own children a chance to build a family. It was a chance to give many others a chance to do anything and be with others. To form friendships and relationships. But, it didn’t mean that much to those who didn’t have to suffer through it… not like she did.

This place was her home… formerly. In between many different foster homes, this orphanage was often the starting point of many different failed attempts at homing the Silver Wolf mage. She tried when she was younger, however one way or another she was pulled back here. If anything had been calling it fate, they were imbeciles. Anyone who believed some higher power was using this as a means to give her a sign, they were delusional. What this was had been petty and selfish parties who didn’t want to normalize or accept others for what they were and instead tossed the child out like trash. Had it not of been for her knowing of how humans such as herself ticked, she knew she would have been much more bitter and resentful of all people. Instead, she held her reservations and built a wall around herself of knowledge and facts. It couldn’t be helped. Knowledge was her copping mechanism.

As the fire mage made her way towards this old home of hers— if she could even call it that, she had paused as someone had been approaching towards from the opposite side of the road. At first, a hand reached up toward the hilt of her large sword fastened to her back, but once she got a longer look at who it was, she lowered her hands to her side. A smirk came to her face and soon it was joined with the light shaking of her head. ”Well well well. I see mommy and daddy finally let someone out of their sight. I almost didn’t recognize you looking like some punk style Barbie, Elara. That stench of Pergrande scum is something you can’t change though.” She snapped, turning from a smirk to a bit of a scowl. What would bring this brat out here of all places unless- …good lord she hoped she wasn’t her partner for this job.

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Frankly, the counter of a nickname was a little amusing to the orphan. She felt more like some grim fairy tale version of Red Riding hood if that had been the case, but looking over her and the woman that stood next to her had been tall enough to put both girls on top of the other to equal this one height. Her eyes flickered between both of them, partly focused on that of the bull horns on the taller woman’s head. ”You don’t have to worry about me Jackie. Just make sure your beanstalk doesn’t lose control of that axe and hurt you too badly.” She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders as her body relaxed a little. ”Im just surprised mommy and daddy let their little princess out of their sight~” As she had taunted them, she could smell something a bit.. different about this woman. She seemed to be a bit more inhuman than she had first anticipated.

Curious to wonder what her game was as she tried to get under her skin, she started off with the orphanage itself. She was met quickly with an angry glare. ”Why you little son of a-” Oh, but it didn’t stop there. No, Elara continued by bringing up the past, adding to the fact of exploiting her fears and angering her severely. ”Listen here you little son of a bitch! This is the orphanage I grew up in, so if you think I’m going to sit by and let anything happen to it, you’re sorely mistaken!” She yelled angrily, stomping forward almost until she had nearly fully approached the other teen. ”You know damn right well your parents afflicted that crap by locking me in the cubby under the stairs and locking me in dark closets at the slightest thing!” Her hands became enveloped by black flames, holding one up in the girls face. ”And if you ever bring that up again, I will put my fist through that big mouth of yours and burn your tongue into dust.”

Her face was albeit against the other teens, but quickly stepped away once the tall woman began to interrupt their back and forth. She took her eyes off of Elara for a moment, the flames extinguishing from her hands and looking up to the woman. Hearing the return comment, she scoffed in reply. ”Tch. Work with this brat? You may need to go home before you get a scrape and need to get mommy to kiss your boo-boo.” Leering back to the other teenage girl, she stepped back and turned part way towards the orphanage. ”…If you intend to go in, you follow my lead. I know this place like the back of my hand and we don’t need you getting lost and end up as some new orphan in the home.” With those words, she would begin walking towards the doors to the orphanage, caring not for any lick of a comment she may have to fling back.

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Gritting and grinding her teeth was barely quelling the rising anger in her mind. Why did it have to be Elara of all people she had to be stuck with? She could have had a full on stranger and it would not have been a problem. At least with them, she could ignore them and not have to deal with them much. But this one? This hit too personally. Lehanna could only think back to each time the other teens parents would snatch her up from studying or even eating just to stuff her into a small closet. Them locking her inside of it for hours and even full nights induced such a fear that even sleep could not be something that happened on its own. Often times, she had to cry herself to sleep inside of the closet huddled up because her ability to escape or beg for help was toppled by the worry of them coming back to make things worse. Just thinking back to it was harder on her mind knowing one of the causes of it had been not far behind her.

She stopped just before the doors and paused. Her eyes settling onto the door and the slayer could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Flashback upon flashback of each time she had to walk through these doors after a failed attempt of an adoption. Being casted back again and again didn’t hit her so hard until she was ready to step in here once again. She became overwhelmed to the point she couldn’t move, paralyzed with this gut wrenching sensation. From Elara’s point of view, even small droplets could be seen hitting the ground by the hooded girls feet. It wasn’t just Elara’s family that hurt her. All of those that did before them did in some way shape and form and in one fell swoop that hit her all at once time.

”Damn it.. damn it… DAMN IT!” Each utterance of the words had grown from a small mutter to a shout, and with it the doors flew open, forcing herself with as much might as she could. The force of her anger fueled shove forced the doors to slam into the walls, facing in the impact area of the door through the wall. Letting out a huff of air, she rolled her shoulders around in a massaging manner several times and then stopped to take in a deep breath and exhale. She had to stop herself from getting angry. She needed to keep Elara from prodding at her as well, but she knew one false step and she wouldn’t hesitate to attack her… and to her that was a fearful thought despite who the other girl was.

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Walking through the orphanage felt gut wrenching to go through. Having herself stepping almost entirely like she had as a kid growing up, imagining the kids who were here when she left each time mocking her. Over and over, they pointed, laughed, made fun of her inability to have anyone keep her. The only time they did no such thing was when the home she was at was burned down by the god. She had several burns and some injuries herself and she had to lie to explain what happened. The fact she had kept the sword the god had tried to kill her had remained hidden. She couldn’t risk them blaming her for something she had no control over. But she also didn’t want to risk putting the place in jeopardy by keeping it near them. It wasn’t until she had become emancipated that she managed to carry it along with her whenever she went.

Elara had come in not far behind her, boasting about what kind of place this was. The place was never like this… it had to be since whoever took it over and began doing the things they were doing. Granted, the orphanage was never entirely this bad, but… even this was a stretch of disregard. ”This place as gone to hell since I left here…” Lehanna said softly, but aloud. It wasn’t until it was insulted that she stopped and turned around to face the two. Quickly, the fire mage stormed up and gripped the girl by the collar of her jacket. ”You just don’t get it! But I wouldn’t expect someone who grew up in a home to get at all!” Trying to keep herself from hitting Elara, the other teen quickly shoved her aside to give them some distance while her hands shook with a myriad of emotions.

”My whole life has been in THIS place. I don’t have parents, I never have and it frustrates me to no end! Parents thought they would love this cute little innocent girl, but for one reason or another I found myself back here again and again! Abuse, neglect, second guessing! I’ve been through all of it and at one point I believed it to be my fault. To think nobody ever wanted you and even kids who were here had begun to make fun of you, bully you all because you had a chance to escape have a family.” The girl was in full blown tears, streaming down her face while she still wore a face of pure anger. ”You think all my problems started in your house? They were my breaking point. I was tired of the beatings, the abuse, all of it! And when I hoped someone my own age would try and be sympathetic and MAYBE help the time be bareable, she decided to side with her own parents.” Leaning on the time they had spent together, she had to stop and wipe her eyes clear of the tears there. ”But if you want to be another Pergrande scumbag, try not to be a hypocrite about it…”

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Lehanna had expected nothing less of her former foster sister that she'd come to make no reply to her words, let alone show any emotion during her rather explosive rant. Frankly, the feeling she had after it was all let out had felt so much more relieving, however she couldn't help but have a small sense of regret for putting this on Elara. It tugged with the sense or righteousness she had for showing a Pergrande scum bag their place in the world, but at the same time, she ran away from that world and the magic of her own had her a little worried in some sense. If her parents were truly as iron fisted as they had been when Lehanna lived with them, she could only imagine the kind of target Elara painted on her own back now. It wasn't something she had truly considered until this moment, but now that it had, the anger in her had quelled a little and it allowed her a moment to breath and regain some of her composure.

That composure bent in a whole other direction suddenly as it seemed her outburst had suddenly provoked that of the punk teen. It seemed that prior to Lehanna showing up in their home, the girl was treated in such a very.. old fashioned type of life for any girl. At least, to Lehanna it seemed to be that it was the most logical way of thinking, and though she remained quiet, the gothic teen seemed to only silent allow her to let it out. They were both different and the same and it was a little nice to know that Elara had not been the spoiled child that she had thought she was when they lived together. If anything, during her time, she could barely recall that Elara had begun to change a little even then. The first few days she did recall her being almost somewhat of 'mommy's little girl'.

A light, but still audible exhale of breath left the slayers mouth. When she thought about it, the teen knew that she couldn't hold a grudge against Elara forever. Whether it was a reciprocated feeling was something she didn't care for, but it wasn't going to stop her from playing at the fact she had a little amusement playing this insult game. It felt a bit like a quip of intelligence being able to see how quick one can come up with a good insult at the drop of a hat. "I see..." She replied. She made no other attempt at words, no quip, no real way to tell if she was being sincerely emotionless or if she was just that surprised. It didn't bend her expression too much, so it wasn't something that felt so detrimentally bad, however Lehanna knew it couldn't be something that had no effect on her. "So, is that why you decided to put on a pair of punk boots, a leather jacket, and did.. whatever that is with your hair?"

A chuckle came out of her mouth, shaking her head lightly with it. "Not that I am one to argue clothing options... you should see the clothes I wear now. I'm just short heavy eyeliner and makeup. a couple razor blade scars and some bad taste in music choice from being an emo. This is just.. battle attire. Resistant to my fire, so I have no worries of it incinerated." For the first time since they ran into one another, Lehanna had pulled her hood down, showing off the rest of her head hidden away by it. At that point, Elara would notice the brunette head not adding up to the over the shoulder braid that was a bright red color.

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A special look in the motor city? Well, the loud noises and robust smell of pollution from the factories was something that had always kept her away from it. If that were the case, she might have run into her much sooner than she expected to have, if ever. But she did come to make a fair point about her parents and that brought a smile to her face, though more of the cocky form of one to say the least. "You won't be the only one. I hope you won't be too sad if I ended up coming across them first." The brunette replied, joking so obviously about how much Elara would be upset should her parents end up dead. "I know it would just break your little heart if they weren't sucking up the same air we did. Do you prefer roses or maybe Alstroemeria?" The tone added in her voice showed how little she cared for them and the comfort at which Lehanna had in discussing how little she cared for the health of them.

Again, the slayer couldn't help but chuckle at Elara's comment over her nickname. As her eyes glanced over the other teen for a second, she simply shook her head and let off a small smirk. "Well then I suppose going that route you'd be more like Cinderella. Those wicked stooge parents of yours." Her hand went down the braid as it was commented on with the girl being burnt to a crisp when they met. Her attention shifted away from her as the calm set back into the young girl. "Well frankly, I stopped being angry at it once I earned my emancipation. It's more.. other demons which shifted my rather uptight clothing choices... and the hair, but that's another story."

She chose to try and avoid having to bring up the... carnage suffered by that lunatic to come around again. Still to this day her body suffers aches and pain from it and no matter how much she attempted to shake it, these shooting pains force her mind back to it. It had shot into her knee as the girl explained her story if meeting the rather tall, axe wielding woman. Taurus, zodiac signs, multiple spirits? If her book readings had been correct, was she the type of mage she assumed her to be? But something bothered her with how casual Elara explained the fact they were acting in a more... malicious manner. "You seem pretty relaxed for admitting to the fact you and your celestial spirit had killed people. More so associating yourself with one." She noted, though not seeming very concerned over her own safety.

"I suppose I should tell you ahead of time and out of respect for you telling me your own, I am a god slayer. Specifically of the fire element. Had it not of been for a foster parent prior to my living with your family, I never would have had the magic abilities in the first place." Pulling the large weapon off of her back, she would place the blade on one hand while the other held it by the hilt. "And the irony of me believing in gods, yet this is my proof. A god whom came for the records I had read to gain this particular magic tried to kill me with this. I only put him at bay, but I'm sure soon he'll come back for this.. and me. Until then, it's mine." There was a bout of pride in her story. Even the look on her face showed that she was proud of herself and confident in herself.

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Lehanna couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment of her wearing a dress like Cinderella. She had not thought of it entirely until Elara seemed to be thinking about how much she would hate being dressed up in something like that. The fire mage was the opposite in that sense. Though she wasn’t a pretty princess type of thinker, she did always have a small glint of hope that some day she could have a Cinderella type of ending. Someone to be a bit of her knight in shining armor to rescue her from one of the deplorable homes she had lived in at the time. But, it never happened. She had to become her own knight and save herself. Now she just wished to do it for others as well. ”I don’t know, you would probably look very lovely in a dress.”

She had blurted out those words without so much as a thought and she paused immediately. Her face flushed a bright pink and she quickly averted her gaze. ”I-I-I didn’t mean it in any sort of way… just trying t-to uh.. t-try out being positive towards one another. You know… for the jobs sake.” There was no way to hide the embarrassment she felt for how the words poured out of her mouth. But she had to live with the choice of words that she had put out there. ”A-Anyway, about the carriage bit…” Lehanna began, clearing her throat before she would continue to try and calm herself back down. ”You should look at the bigger picture. Why ruin one family when we could just level the entire god damned country. Screw em all! ” Not normally one fo advocate for violence before, the level she was ready to jump to was something of a 180 from their last interaction.

Admittedly, when Elara came to justify the actions she and her summon had used to make it in the Motor City, the brunette simply shrugged the problem off. Knowing the struggle of being alone in a new place at their age, having to do what it took to get by was an inevitability. The lengths at which Lehanna herself strove towards to get just into the school she wanted had been a lot more than she bargained for when she was able to live on her own. ”I suppose you’re right. It’s pretty hard to get around in a new place when you’re alone… but I’m glad you have someone to help protect you, Elara.” For the first time since they met, a sincere smile came to her face. No blushed cheeks, no hesitation in her words. It was easy to tell she was sincere. She knew the same struggles her foster sister had gone through and it made it a lot easier to connect in that way. She despised her for so long, but after their stories came to light, there was a new perspective to paint her in and it was a lot brighter than the former.

”Yeah… admittedly I hate spicy foods, but yet fire tastes very umm.. delicious.” The Silver Wolf mage giggled at the albeit baffled girl as she questioned her fight with the blacksmith god. ”Mhm~” Was all she could reply before the other teen girl wondered about what the sword could do. She lifted it up, resting the top side of the blade on top of her left shoulder. ”Somethin’ like that, yeah. Yet, I can’t eat the flames that come from this and it’s normal colored fire too. So I have to hypothesize that my own magical energy cannot be eaten by my own self, if that makes sense.”

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Either Elara was being a little more mocking about her rather flustered comment over trying to act a little more civilized for the sake of the job, or she had been equally as embarrassed as the brunette had been. She made an attempt to look back just to make sure and possibly have to come up with some excuse should she look to be on the brink of laughing at her, but as her eyes flashed over, she had been a little surprised by it. There was a rather big shock in realizing that Elara even had those kinds of emotions given what she knew of her before and now. However, perhaps the fact of how she had blown up to an extent to Lehanna had come to make her realize how emotionally volatile she could be… or both of them for that matter. In one way or another, the summoners parents were the straw that broke more than just one camels back and it would eventually end up coming back to haunt them for sure. It was only a matter of when.


The young slayer raised a brow when she was asked about committing such an act. For a moment, she had to look and make sure that Elara was serious. After a moment, she began to smirk. The smirk began to evolve into a chuckle. ”Sure, let me consult my fictitious family.” A light wave of her hand in a dismissive manner had quelled her laughter. ”Besides, after the war between Pergrande and Bellum, it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to do damage if not level that miserable, shitty country without many or any ramifications. At least Bellum would house us happily for it, I’ll tell you that much.” She responded, sounding as though she’d done the research into the idea. She had, but not so much on the scale of destroying the whole place. Two birds, one stone, perhaps.

She had watched a smile— a genuine smile form on her face and it had the Silver Wolf a bit flustered. She had never seen even this side of the girl and for a change it was nice. It brightened her own smile in knowing she managed to find somewhere to feel nice and accepted. ”Im glad you have somewhere to be safe and cared for. The guild I joined is quite the same in a sense. We don’t really follow the council and their research department is astounding! I’ve felt the closest to a home there since the foster parent who taught me my magic.” She paused suddenly as a chill went down her spine. A cross between just the cold and the feeling as though they had been watched the whole time they were here. ”Oh, that shivering chill reminds me. I still have that odd thing where my hair and eye color changes when I’m cold. I still haven’t figured out exactly what it is, but I have a good inclination it’s my magic that’s somehow causing it.”

Her face puffed suddenly into a pout as the other teen teased her about her “fiery tongue” being fitting for her magic. ”I-I- Excuse you!?” She stammered out. Her arms folded at her chest, she huffed and turned her head away, cheeks still puffed out. ”Well princess, I guess a prissy girl like you found just what you needed. You never could do the work on your own, so I guess summoning things to do it for you is right up your alley…” With one last, minor huff of air and a roll of her eyes, she would speak up again. ”B-But yes… it does.”

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Lehanna had seemed to have a look of surprise and realization on her face. Was she actually being given reality slapped in her face by this girl in such a way that she had been thrown off by this? The one who ran away from her own family had been telling her information that she didn’t expect to have heard. She had seemed like someone just delivered a blow to her isolated wall she had built after her encounter with Prada and it left her to feel rather awful for it. Sure, the reason she joined hadn’t been to make a family out of the members she came to meet and know, but she did end up finding some interesting and special characters among them. That look on her face turned into a bit of a saddened point. She wasn’t so much prepared to have that noticed in such a way, but now that it was out there, she couldn’t help but hold that in her own mind. ”I… I hadn’t thought of that…” She spoke lightly, not realizing it was said aloud. The more the cold reality was spat in her face, the more she began to reflect on how distanced she had made herself as of recent. Harboring nothing but anger and resentment.

No matter what she did, she couldn’t shake the memories and what it stirred up in her. Excruciating pain and nonstop for hours on end and leaving her waking up in flaring pains. Some nights having to look herself over to make sure that she wasn’t missing a finger, a toe, tooth, or some other piece of her. The recalling of this all only did to make her body shake in both great fear and anger in one rolled up emotion. And yet, she was silent. The slayer could not come up with a single word to say. Her mouth simply hung open, choking on the utterance of even a small vowel. Why was this so hard to talk about? What would she even call it? No matter what she thought and wanted to say, each different way of explaining that night kept hitting a wall. Choking on that first syllable, unable to push it out of her throat and mouth left her to do nothing but swallow it back down.

There was a thought to fire back to her taunting little comments. Her mocking tone has been something she thought to be more amusing between the two, but something was different with Lehanna currently. She couldn’t speak. She turned her head away quietly and made a quiet sigh. What was she to do? To say? It was amusing to her that Elara thought of herself as this superior person, but in her mind, the last thing Lehanna could bring herself to do was play this little back and forth. Even as she had continued in her playful insult over the unique attributes of her magic on her body, the Silver Wolf mage said nothing. Unable to make the utterance of a word, she just shook her head. It seemed that the summoners words hit her so hard that it made her feel upsetting to try and continue this banter right now.

”I-I can’t do this…”

It was the first set of words she could muster from her mouth, and she immediately turned and made her way towards the door. Maybe she didn’t have it in her to be a mage anymore? If she felt this way over one instance, should she just stop and quit? But the last thing Elara would see before the hood of the brunette went up was a trail of tears rolling down her cheek.

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There was so much in her mind that had been stirring recently that it felt like the words from Elara’s mouth had been what broke the camels back in a sense. Ever since Prada, Lehanna was left to feel as though she had no pride or confidence in herself. This outer change in her appearance was just an outcry of that and she knew that, but it mattered not what she thought others thought of it. She felt better in it and more comfortable so to the slayer, she had no real care as to what they had to say. What mattered to her was trying to forget what happened and get back to trying to learn, but everything began to change since then. She questioned her intelligence for one, which had been the one thing that she always held to. How could someone who had been as smart as she claimed to be end up being so gullible to a ploy like that? And how could she not of found a way out of it? What it boiled down to was she was just far too unprepared to be a mage and for that, she knew it had to end here.

She was certain she would be fought out about wanting to resign and simply go back to schooling, however she couldn’t see her being able to stomach the time nor have the heart to go back up to the hall and tell them. The thoughts and scenarios played out in her head until she felt something grab hold of her hand. Her body and head snapped upright suddenly and at first she took hold of the sword still in her free hand and prepared to swing when it settled onto her that she wasn’t in this orphanage again as a discarded child. Elara’s voice spoke up and the words popped her back to reality in this very moment. She didn’t turn around, not even so much as her head from the other teens words. She had stared down at the floor, still finding it difficult to be able to talk about anything, but Elara seemed to be doing all of it. The simple fact she apologized spoke stories for how different she was since they lived together.

But one thing got to her that had begun to upset her in a whole different manner. The lord she began to blame herself for it, the more Lehanna grew to be angered by it, however she didn’t look in any way that she was getting troubled by it. With the girls second hand clasped around her hand, the god slayers eyes grew a little wide, masked from Elara’s view by the hood. Was she… serious? This wasn’t just some ploy to get under her skin… she was being genuine. But what threw her for a loop was that the other teen tried to move her around fo face her. As she would, the hooded teen would immediately lunge forward slightly and wrap her arms around the girl with a tight gripping hug. ”Y-You aren’t to blame… it’s all my fault and you shouldn’t beat yourself thinking it otherwise, but…” She would pull herself away from the hug, leaving her hands rested on the girls shoulders. ”After this job.. I think will be better to tell you the full story.” She informed her.

Now felt like the time she should stop holding it in. If she could put her trust in anyone to tell, Elara had shown her that she could do just that. She felt a heavy string between them formed from this and she wouldn’t let it be broken if she could help it. ”But I am serious. I don’t blame you for anything that happened. Your parents punishments gave me a harsh form of claustrophobia, but I can manage that. It’s.. something else that I have gone through since joining my guild and.. it’s too long of a story to explain here.” She smiled even through the leftover tear stained cheeks on her face, trying to do her best to relax the worry the summoner might have over her role in the torment she suffered in Pergrande in their home.

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The reaction that Elara had to the sudden hugging that Lehanna had given to her had been unexpected. She had expected to fight her from pushing away and face an onslaught of verbal lashings from her about personal space and touching her and all that. Instead, she felt the pair of arms wrap back around her in a supporting manner. Her whole body relaxed at that moment, albeit slumping on the ebony haired girl if not for the weight of the sword as well as Lehanna herself would topple them both over. It felt nice to open up again. Nice to be able to put her trust in someone again and if anything, she felt more open to the options of the world and what might come from it. A new chapter with Elara could lead to a wonderful friendship with her former foster sister as well as easing up on the rather motherly and eccentric Kitalpha. If she were lucky, maybe Elara’s talk of family would only grow to become more literal than she expected it to have been.

Listening to the summoner speaking to her, the words coming out of her mouth had made her eyes widen just as quickly as it did putting a smile on her face. Tears began to well up again, but these were of joy than of sadness or anger. It didn’t change until she blurted out the words that rang in her ears for quite a moment. It brought her face to turn a light shade of pink, but quickly chuckle in a bit of amusement. ”So that’s what you did the bit of shaving for. To help deflate that over inflated ego of yours.” She continued to giggle before giving a joking and light jab to the girls arm. ”But don’t think because we’re square I still won’t keep this up.” With a bit of a teasing wink, she would try and lighten the mood back up a little bit. She needed something to hide the fact that she had been a little flustered by the girls comment, but wouldn’t let her notice it if she could help it at all.

The sound of footsteps caught the slayers attention. At that moment, Taurus had taken notice of the same thing that caught Lehanna’s eye just after the steps. Multiple children of all varying ages had approached them and she had looked over to Elara. Even she seemed concerned for the children in how they had been turned into these.. things. One of them caught a particular eye from Lehanna as she noticed one of them had a very distinct scar on his forehead coming down from his hairline. ”I-Isaac? Isaac is that you!?” She albeit rushed around Elara and even the summon herself towards the kid. As she got close, the child’s eyes began to glow and three of them lunged forward. One delivered a punch into her stomach, the second right next to it, and the third directly in her mouth. Their strength combined had sent her flying back onto her back, sliding several feet. She let out a couple of coughs before sitting up, spitting a bit of blood from her mouth before quickly getting up to her feet. ”Im going to burn this bitch alive, I swear…” She growled, now wiping her mouth clean of any trickle of blood from the blow to her face.

”I.. don’t know how we should try and beat them… any ideas?”

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Lehanna had taken a moment to herself in Elara’s time devising her own plan to close her eyes and keep herself from bursting in flames, so to speak. She was worked up before in a stew of extremely different emotions and the logical form of her brain had been on a fritz from being introduced to it. Several large, deep breaths had been the only sound to leave her mouth while the punk girl had brought about another of her summons. It wasn’t until about the fourth or fifth breath that she had gotten herself under enough control to let her rationality and reasoning take the rightful piloting of her thoughts and planning in her mind. Her body had even relaxed some and enough so to be noticeable if she were being watched. But in that moment, her attention turned to this new summon that had been joining them. A very well endowed woman who seemed to almost be floating and it was enough to make her raise a brow. But then again… magic was such a fickle and illogical type of subject some times, so why try and make sense of it right now?

She did manage to do exactly what she didn’t plan to do in raising a brow to the woman’s music playing. It wasn’t until the notes began to form in the air and travel over did she realize that magic could even affect sound itself. There were a number of resounding ideas and thoughts in her mind over the idea of taking to using such a thing for advancing many fields of science, but she quickly shook her head of that thought when Elara called her by name. There wasn’t a nickname, no insulting style of comment made. Instead, Lehanna shrugged and held up one hand. A small ball of black fire formed in her hand. With her arm outstretched towards the children, she had realized what that music had actually done to them and her plan quickly shifted. ”Taurus, watch yourself.” She gave a quick warning before she would use her spell.

The small fireball shot from her hand at an alarming speed, but remained at a smaller size. Aimed exceptionally well between all the children, it would hit the ground right behind the crowd and cause a small explosion. The force from the blast dispersed the children, some being knocked out instantly from the initial force while others had hit walls and doorways of nearby rooms. A small bit of smoke billowing lightly in the aftermath of the spell before the gothic teen responsible for the action simply folded her arms at her chest. ”I’m not much of one who’s used to incapacitation. At least in larger groups, but hopefully anything we run across from here on out is killable.” She said in a cold and rather calm tone of voice. ”But do know if whatever we come across that isn’t human, with the exception of the person in charge, they’re going to burn to death in the most excruciating fashion possible, got it? And this isn’t negotiable.” She made a slight glare towards Elara and Sona separately before she took off walking down the hall of the place.

She didn’t wait for any answer, nor did she really care to hear any. She was going to have her way whether it cost her everything in the end.

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