She didn’t like it at all but Elara had finally decided to go out and take a job involving the defence of a Joyan city. Apparently it was to be the place where a treaty would be signed between Bellum and her own homeland, Pergrande. The black haired girl didn’t believe for a second that her kin would actually keep the peace and that was partly the reason as to why she’d agreed to come. She’d be keeping her eyes on them and any trouble that they or anyone else caused would be dealt with swiftly by her. Truthfully, she wasn’t really in the mood for a simple patrol job and the girl was actually hoping for something a little more action packed. Her slayer powers were growing by the day and as they did, so did the changes to her personality. She felt so more emotional these days and willing to lash out, something which she both feared but kind of liked at the same time. Her spirits had noticed the difference too and more than one of them had commented on it. Some pleased, others not so much.
Felidae City was the name of the place and the young hybrid could be found watching the crowds from the edge of the centre square, her eyes keenly looking out for any trouble. Her employer had been rather stern about the fact that there was to be no trouble which naturally caused Elara to muse that he was expecting it. Some of the locals were rather rowdy, not to mention those from the other nations and the girl was becoming more and more convinced that there would be an issue sooner or later. There was just too much hostility in the air and as voices began to flare up in the centre of the plaza, the girl sighed and cracked her knuckles, starting to make her way through the crowd.
In the centre was a rather loud and boisterous male, bellowing at the top of his voice about how mages were inferior and that the people of Joya should be lucky that the Pergrande government had agreed to visit their country, let alone sign a treaty. Elara was having none of it and once she was free of the crowd, she launched a flaming punch towards the man, knocking him off his feet and slap bang on his backside. With a squeal, the man stood up, her face bright red with embarrassment and fear as the girl approached him.
“How dare you strike me with your foul magic!” He bawled, standing up to his full and insignificant height. “A little brat like you will regret treating me like that.”
“You’re lucky I don’t burn you to cinders, you Pergrande piece of shit. Get out of here before I teach you a real lesson.” Elara countered in an angry tone, her fists starting to blaze with flame.
With a fearful squeal, the man ran off into the crowd, wanting no real part of the black haired girl.
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Felidae City was the name of the place and the young hybrid could be found watching the crowds from the edge of the centre square, her eyes keenly looking out for any trouble. Her employer had been rather stern about the fact that there was to be no trouble which naturally caused Elara to muse that he was expecting it. Some of the locals were rather rowdy, not to mention those from the other nations and the girl was becoming more and more convinced that there would be an issue sooner or later. There was just too much hostility in the air and as voices began to flare up in the centre of the plaza, the girl sighed and cracked her knuckles, starting to make her way through the crowd.
In the centre was a rather loud and boisterous male, bellowing at the top of his voice about how mages were inferior and that the people of Joya should be lucky that the Pergrande government had agreed to visit their country, let alone sign a treaty. Elara was having none of it and once she was free of the crowd, she launched a flaming punch towards the man, knocking him off his feet and slap bang on his backside. With a squeal, the man stood up, her face bright red with embarrassment and fear as the girl approached him.
“How dare you strike me with your foul magic!” He bawled, standing up to his full and insignificant height. “A little brat like you will regret treating me like that.”
“You’re lucky I don’t burn you to cinders, you Pergrande piece of shit. Get out of here before I teach you a real lesson.” Elara countered in an angry tone, her fists starting to blaze with flame.
With a fearful squeal, the man ran off into the crowd, wanting no real part of the black haired girl.
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