Dragons have no remorse(Event)

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The day in joya was a sunny wonder, streets packed with tourists wanting to witness history. Locals were either forced off to the side or attempted to sell wares and trinkets with varying degrees of success. Here was only a small part of the history, as bigger and grander events were happening further deeper into the city. However, anyone wise cannot stress enough, even the smallest of ripples can reach the far shores. The ripples this time though will be caused by no small pebble, but the slam of iron.

Reina’s choice of wear was not doing her favors in this tropical climate. Bison fur kept heat in a little too well. Unfortunately a lot of the clothing here was poorly made and very…human, so replacements were out the window. So she managed only with ice treats, cold drinks, and a modified bison fur tank top. She recently blamed the administrative staff at silver wolf for this, but apparently doing a favor here would do well for future exploration in the land and yadayada, she could care less about the politics. What she understood was that they wanted people here to knock heads if things got out of hand. Though at this rate, she felt the trip was a big waste of time, and even the generous jewel reward wasn’t enough to wash out the sour taste of disappointment.

“Hooo it’s hot ain’t it?” A voice quipped from the side, Reina turned to look to see one of the joya natives, a woman with cat features. Reina merely gave a grunt in response. “Oh come now?” the cat woman continued, “Even for someone like me, this is a sweltering day! And here you are rocking out in a fur tank top? Tell me, where do you come from that wearing furs on blazing days is normal?” Reina was doing her best to ignore the stranger and her gold hoop earrings, but her constant queries were beginning to make her growl.  “I come from elsewhere and not here to answer little questions.” she finally growled a response, then began to walk away, merging her way into the crowd. The cat woman slunk away into an alleyway with a smirk, out of sight.

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Reina realized the fatal flaw of being in a crowd on a hot day, her nose was also picking up on the combination of sweat, stinks, and gunpowder. Wait...gunpowder? She turned her head to a direction of a nearby stall, currently empty with a closed sign. She had decided to ignore it when the smell suddenly grew stronger, before a flash of light enveloped her. The sound of an explosion echoed through the street, the crowd now turned into a sudden stampede of panic and the scared. Even Reina had to move with the human wave, doing her damndest not to be trampled. Just as she found a lamppost to shelter behind, the ground suddenly began to shake, now all and her were reduced to crawling. Reina let out a snarl, clearly having enough of this. With a hand to the ground and remembering the snowy mountains, she caused an ice pillar to suddenly arise from below her.

Now a good ten feet in the air, the chaos now became clear to her. A big pile of smoke wafted from the street corner as she saw 3 humans with painted masks around its edge. The hand gestures they made as their hooves clipped on the sidewalk told Reina who the source of the shaking earth was. She smiled though, finally some action! She clasped her hands and with the flow of iron, her lungs filled with might. With one exhale, a torrent of metal shards soon blasted forward at the three. They scattered avoiding the worst of it, and the remaining people were given ample motivation to clear out of the street. By this point, the street was empty with smoke and metal shards littering the landscape.

Reina then suddenly felt the pillar shattering, perhaps the heat and earthquakes had weakened it too much. This was fine, as it came crashing down she picked her target, one of the three on the street with green and orange stripes on their black mask. She lunged for them, arms open wide as she crashed into their torso. The two crashed into the stone of the road, the sound of metal scratching the rock filled the air before it came to a halt. The vandal beneath her was struggling to regain his composure, which Reina put a stop to with a iron fist in the chest, returning him into unconsciousness.

She then stood up from the fallen vandals to look for the other two, and was greeted with a piece of 2 x 4 slammed into her face. She looked directly at the vandal who swung, this one a purple swirl mask. Stunned that the woman took the blow without much issue, she merely stood there as Reina reeled back her fist for a blow before finding it entangled in large blades of grass. The third vandal, red squares on their mask, was rushing forward pulling purple swirls away from Reina. Reina only smiled at this as she reeled back her other arm, it slowly growing bigger in layer after layer of metal. Before the two could clear the distance, she roared out “Iron Dragon’s Massive blow!” The massive talon slammed into both of their legs, briefly leaving them in the air before collapsing. They groaned on the ground as Reina finally broke the grass binding her other arm. She was about to approach when she heard the sound of carts. She would turn around to see the local law enforcement had arrived, officers surrounding the four of them.

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It had been two hours since the event had happened, they had originally tried to apprehend Reina but an officer spotted the silver wolf tattoo on her shoulder, stopping it. Which was good, Reina was upset at the promise of a fight falling through, and would have been more than happy to ask the officers to give it their best shot. Still, they asked her to come back to the guard station with them to find out details. Which she only agreed to after they reminded her that silver wolf swore to help out the joya government with their issues. Her answers were short, but to the point, and it seemed to suffice. Which was good because her irritation was already mounting from using the ugly tongue so much.

She was still sitting there when the captain came in, another cat person, this time a man with a chipped ear. He merely sat across the table from Reina. “Can I go now?” The question Reina issued was laced with annoyance. The captain, if he was annoyed with her tone did not show it, only replied in a gravely tone. “No, I still need to speak to you about the events of the attack.”

“I was already asked those questions, were they not enough?”

“Miss Reina, reports from the event tell that you cast not once, but twice spells that other civilians were caught in?”

“I had to deal with the bomb, didn’t I?”

The officer, his name tag reading “chip” shifted in his seat, “When we hired your guild Reina, we expect a level of professionalism, part of that includes keeping civilians away from fights you engage in.”

Reina had to scoff, which got a raised eyebrow from captain chip. “I am here to deal with security to ensure the peace talks next week go smoothly. Civilians are not my concern.”

“Miss Reina, we will not hesitate to apprehend you if you continue to endanger innocent lives.”

“If they were really worth living, they would have cleared out before the fight began.”

Captain chip was about to say something when someone knocked on the door. They opened it a little later, an officer who looked at his superior. “Chief? We got a phone call from the head of security near the capital, they say it can’t wait.” The captain gave a curt nod and the officer left. He then stood up from his chair, and Reina followed suit. “You can go now miss Reina, just know I will remember this talk between us.” And opened the door wide for her. “Good, I hate repeating myself.” she would reply, then walk out of the room.

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A day later and Reina was back on the street, a different one as the previous was currently taped off. Though she really wasn’t on patrol today, sure the streets were packed with people but there were also more officers out now. She doubted anything serious would happen. Besides, she realized that this bison pelt outfit had to go now. But she couldn’t wear just any people clothes, oh no. She had to wear something worthy of a dragon. So she made a detour around before finding the tell tale smell of metal in a forge. The blacksmith shop itself wasn’t one she had seen commonly. Instead of the forge being in the back of the shop, it was near the front where a plain human worked, black dirt stained both his clothes and chocolate skin as he worked. He took a pause upon noticing Reina’s approach.

“Yo! Names Jacob, you looking to protect yourself? Or deal some damage.” he would gesture from one side of his shop to the other, on full display of various weapons and armors. Reina only gave a quick look to these before returning her attention to Jacob himself. “I want to craft my own here.” She stated, which he looked awfully confused by.

“You want to make…what?”

“Armor, using your forge.”

“Ahaha no?”

“Why not.” Her tone now added a tone of impatience.

“Woah! It’s not that I don’t want ta, it’s just regulations you know? If I get caught with you making armor and you're not certified I have to pay a big fine!” He was about to continue but another man walked in, this one with a tail, glasses and a hat. “I apologize misses but I have to attend with him, thank you for understanding.” and quickly went to the new man. Reina huffed, but decided a fight here wasn’t worth it. She decided to leave the forge and stand at a nearby corner to debate her next move.

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“Well, I should really teach why it’s rude to deny a dragon’s request.” She began to murmur to herself in draconic. Her ears then picked up something...distress? She would turn her head back in the direction of Jacob’s forge. She saw nothing, but could hear something wrong. She would walk closer, and out of the corner of her eye noticed two shapes disappear into an alley across the street. Her attention was then snapped away at the sound of a noticeable [i]click[i]. With her attention recaptured, she would storm into the forge. Seeing it was empty, she moved to the door that led to the inside of the shop.

Once there she saw Jacob behind a counter, tears in the corner of his eyes that were now on her. His hands raised due to the man in glasses pointing a…gun? Yeah, she was sure that was what they were called. The man himself turned his head slightly to look at Reina, his glasses hiding all emotion. “This does not concern you, leave now,” he ordered. Reina naturally took offense to this. “I need him, you will let him go or else.” And made her step forward. Without hesitation, the man turned and fired the gun at her, which caught her on the face, whipping her head back. Silence filled the inside of the store, but there was an issue, she still stood. Then both men watched, as Reina’s skin was suddenly covered in dull gray as she stood straight again. Her head was slowly brought back straight with a snarl, the bullet nowhere to be seen.

The two figures from the alley looked across the street from Jacob's forge. “Do you think he had to…?” A man with glasses said, bearing a similar outfit to the one earlier. “We have to do what we must for the cause.” The other man said behind him, being much taller and more noticeably feline, bearing the look of a great lion. “Still though, we'll have to recover the casings quickly now that the shot rang out.” The great lion man shook his head, “No, one shot is not enough to draw attention, especially with the vandals beginning to cause havoc, this will go unnoticed.” Just then, the inside door flung open with a jacob running as fast as he could out of there.

They only exchanged a glance before the window in the front was suddenly shattered, their companion flying out and landing on the ground with a thud. Out from the window crawled the bison pelt clad woman that they saw before, but now noticeably covered in what looks like iron skin.

“Oh come on! You're not out of the fight yet are you?!” She shouted aloud in draconic at her fallen foe. Before she could grab him, she was suddenly surrounded by a gas of purple smoke. Breathing it in made her cough and gag, and she quickly retreated behind her, finding herself out of the cloud near the business. Once out of the cloud, she quickly inhaled and cast her dragon’s breath out. The gas rushed forward from the wind, soon dissipating, revealing now three men. Her attention, though, was drawn to the great lion man out of the three.

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Reina didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to. The man was already drawing out his great halberd, and all Reina had to do was gesture him forward. The lion walked further back on the road past the business and Reina followed him, ignoring the two on the side. He stopped walking after a few paces, and he addressed her, his voice deep with a growl undertone. “And who do I have the honor of battling today?” She smiled at this, “You battle Reina, daughter of Chalybe the living furnace. And you?” “Leo” he simply stated, then followed with a sudden throw of his hand ax.

Reina charged forward, “Iron dragon’s wing!” The big piece of metal suddenly grew from her arm and deflected the ax away harmlessly. By the time she reached Leo, her wing had disappeared and she launched a blow at his side. He took it surprisingly well, and suddenly came down with his elbow on her exposed neck. The sound of metal clashed as Reina took the blow without effect. She would then rotate, preparing another strike at his back. This one did make Leo grunt, but turned with his great halberd ready to swing. She caught it, but the force alone forced her to move back a few feet. Reina was smiling by this point, now this guy could fight! Before she could launch another attack, she suddenly caught the sight of something in the air heading toward her. Reflexively, she smashed it with her fist, which caused white thick ropes of web to shoot out covering her.

Reina let out a cry of surprise as she wrestled trying to free herself. She looked to where Leo was, but noticed he was gone. Having been duped, she viciously tore at the webbing until, after a few minutes, she was able to tear herself free. By this point a familiar crowd greeted her, felidae officers. Annoyed, she moved past them into the forge store itself. Upon looking inside most of it looked the same, save for the damage. She then found what she was looking for, an opened safe located back of the store. Given the liquid metal hardening, it’s clear they melted the lock to get inside to whatever it was.

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A few hours later after more on scene questions the officers left Reina alone in the forge this time, sensing she would put up a fight to go back to the station. Besides, she had to see him. Jacob arrived quietly, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw Reina waiting in the shadows of the shop. “By joya! What, why are you still here?” he asked. Reina calmly stated, “The safe.” His face dropped as he hurried to the back, upon seeing it, he shouted a couple of curses before collapsing into a nearby chair. Reina walked calmly forward, seeing him pull out a flask out of his apron.

“Officers were here, they were curious to why you had a high grade larcima containment device.”

“Oh great! Sure! I’m financially ruined and have the cops knowing about it. You know if I sold that I could get myself out of this hole? Seriously, who needs armor anymore when there's guns!” He threw his hand in frustration as he downed a gulp of the flask with the other. “Why do you care?!”

“I have an interest in the group who took it. You know them?”

“Yeah, the Joya rebellion is what they call themselves. Real recognizable if you know how to look for them. Murderous bastards the whole lot of them. Why are you asking me? Shouldn’t the felidale officers have told you more?”

“They didn’t want me to go after them. That's why I'm asking you.”

Jacob paused mid swig when he heard Reina’s response, and lowered his flask, looking incredulous. “You’re serious? scoff...you are serious.”

“Yes, now tell me why they would want this larcima holder.”

“High grade larcima container, can’t manufacture them here without a license. And for good reason, most of the time you only use one if you want to store a larcima of massive energy. Like a lot a lot you know? Enough to blow up a building…”

“So this Joya group, they wish to blow up a building.”

“Well duh, it's their whole motto. If they can delay the peace talks from happening, they have more time to gather people and rebel! Course, no one really knows what building and when, but the fact they have it can’t be good.”

“Hmm, and this leo man?”

“Captain Leo of the expansions? Oh he’s a war veteran, regarded highly around here. Rumor has it he even made a hydra turn tail at the sight of him! Wouldn’t surprise me if he was with them.”

Reina scoffed at the idea, but gave it some consideration, her attention however drifted to the store shelves. “Before you tell me more, I will need armor for this. I trust you will supply.”

“Not free man but…you promise to stop their plan? Cause they're going to hurt a lot of people if they succeed.”

Reina nodded, “I plan to beat every one of them into the ground.”

“Hehe yeah! Aight then! Let's get some armor for you! We will just put your payment on a tab yeah?”

Elsewhere

Somewhere underground near a beach cave, three figures help carry in the high grade larcima container, Leo overlooking them. He turns to a figure approaching him from inside the cave. “Uncle, Heard there was some excitement with the pick up?” The feline woman asked, golden hoop earrings bobbing alongside. “Chorda, you shouldn’t be out here, less you get caught.”
“Nonsense uncle! Besides, anyone who tries to apprehend me will be ripped in half.” She finished with a wink. “Now uncle, remember to be ready in a few days, it'll be the start of the grandest event in all of joya!” “It will my little flower, however, their is a mage who has seen us-” He was caught off by Chorda’s giggles. “Yes yes, I heard about the bison pelt woman! Honestly, with her head so melted from wearing furs, it won’t be a issue!” Leo didn’t respond to the statement, instead looked back outward. As Chorda went back into the hideout, Leo spent his time trying to figure out the woman’s magic. It seemed familiar to him.

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A few days later

It was nearing the time of peace talks, and all of Felidae was taking notice! Streets seemed to be even more packed if you could believe it, people trying to secure positions on the road around grand big larcima viewers. Whispers arose, guild leaders of fiore would be in attendance, even those illegal! With all the excitement, it was hard for the officers to keep the peace. No one was starting fights besides one or two misunderstandings, but the extra people made it so any nerdowells could move by with ease. Very unfortunate about the nerdowells, where poverty survives, they often crop up. Nearby, a theater was in the process of setting up for an influx of tourists the next day, planning to show them live. Of course that was the plan.

Inside, the Joya rebellion was preparing their plan. Vandals skirted around the windows keeping lookout, while deep within alchemists began preparing the larcima bomb, it itself awaited in the high grade containment stolen days ago. Chorda and leo were both around, helping out where she could and keeping morale up. Leo was keeping watch, but still lost in thought.  “Uncle!” Leo’s daydreaming betrayed as he gave a surprised grunt at Chorda’s call. “Yes?!” He turned, only to have Chorda come up and play with his mane, which he allowed momentarily before brushing her hand aside.

“Chorda this is no time to be lax!”

“Uncle, everything is set. At worst we may have some nosy tourists come by. The “Employees” will warn them off. The officers won’t come by! There's nothing to worry about.” She stated, then realized Leo's wariness.

“It's the bison girl isn’t it? Why does some hick worry you so?”

“Chorda there's something different about her, not even considering her ambition.”

“Ambition?!” she replied with a scoff.

“Chorda, during my time in the army there were few of us who excelled on the field. They weren’t trained better than most nor had better equipment. Not even their magic was impressive if they had any. No, what made them excel was that they thrived in the fight, reveled in. That “bison” girl you tell me not to worry has that same fervor. Maybe even more…like hunger.”

Chorda shook her head and was about to say something when a loud boom could be heard from the front. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, the air thick with tension. Chorda’s demeanor instantly changed, with a few hand gestures the alchemists doubled their pace while a couple fighters readied in positions near the door. She moved outside the room with Leo by her side. She soon met up with a few other fighters stationed and one very panicked vandal. Chorda didn’t need to ask questions, the answer was plain as a clang of metal.

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Reina walked through the broken down theater doors. Vandals had scattered to the winds and the couple of glass people were quickly dispatched, unconscious. She continued forward, bison cloak hid much of her save her head as she surveyed the area. Her head instantly snapped to the top of the stares, gold catching a stray ray of sunlight. “So tourist, enjoying your time in Joya at our expense?” A familiar voice asked. Reina remained silent, merely watching Chorda emerge from the shadows.

She wore a smile hiding daggers looking down on Reina, “Truly, you foreigners love destroying what we worked so hard to build. Then again.” She walked slowly across, Reina's eyes never leaving her, “This theater is rather ugly, made cause tourists wanted home here, in my home. You know how disgusting that is? For a guest to come over to your home and demand you rip out your floor so it can look like there’s?! Surely you can see what’s wrong with that?” Reina didn’t answer the question, and Chorda shrugged. “That’s always the case with you foreigners, never care where you walk, acting like you own everything around you. You should be more wary though, never know what lies in the dark…”

From said darkness, a familiar hand ax was thrown at Reina’s back. A sudden clang rang out into the air as the ax landed further away on the floor. Reina’s arm was exposed, revealing metal armor. She shed her bison cloak to reveal the rest of it. While a smith might have called the work amateurish, cobbled together, the dragon slayer wore it as if it were through the armor of legends. Reina only smiled, her iron canine clear to all to see. “That's the problem with people. They think they're so clever, never considering that maybe I wanted to walk into this trap.” Cholda looked annoyed, claws slowly making their way out of her fingers, Leo raised a hand to her. She bit her lip, but retreated away, her fighters following after.

There the only two standing were Leo and Reina, both staring each other down now, “You think you're in the right? These peace talks will do nothing but harden the chains on Joya’s people.”

“Don’t blame me if they're too weak to shed them off themselves.”

“Do you have any idea of the good you're trying to stop here?!”

Reina, despite being shorter than Leo, had a look of contempt as she stared him down. “I don’t fight for good.”

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Chorda was aiding the alchemists in packing up, quickly barking out orders as rebels quickly scattered to pack.

“The cast bomb! Is it ready to be moved?!” The alchemist shook his head, “Not yet! We still have to ground it to the high grade container! It will be another 10 minutes!” Chorda scoffed, they were fortunate they had a backup location, but the fact that the bison girl had found her way here was bothersome. She only hoped Leo left enough of the fool once the cast was ready to be moved. Suddenly something flew into the room, her eyes instantly darted to it. A…bird? Wasn’t the oddest thing but birds in joya were more colorful-

The bird suddenly dropped out of the air as it transformed to a full grown woman, the damn bison girl! She landed on the alchemist hard, glass shards and blood shooting up from the impact on his face. She stood now facing Chorda, soon Leo caught up and stood at the ready behind her. Fighters momentarily shocked now readied their weapons. “Well tourist, here we are. This what you wanted? Suicide? I would have chosen differently if I were you.” Chorda noticed the lady look at the exposed larcima, itself humming as wires and chords were wrapped around it. “Oh that? Meant to blow up an empty theater. So evil, yes? To blow up this monument to foreign greed that you seem so keen to preserve.” Chorda shook her head but stopped, her smile dropping as she realized the lady had not stopped smiling.

“I don’t give a damn about this building cat. Don’t give a damn about your plans. I care…for this!” Reina would say, and suddenly grab the larcima bomb.

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All in the room were shocked as the touch caused the larcima to spark violently. Raw magic current struck out randomly, those unfortunate caught in its power were painfully aware of the consequence. Soon the fighters began to scatter to avoid the deadly storm. Only chorda and leo stayed, he was now in front of chorda as they both weathered it. However what was more shocking was that the woman still held onto the larcima, Leo now seeing that her skin had a dull iron metal color. Has she…grounded herself to the current?!

The energy died down as the three still remained, the two joyan’s uneasy. Their uneasiness was replaced with shock as the woman ripped the larcima from its handle. “Are you planning to kill us all??!” The woman did not respond, only smiled as she opened her mouth, and ate the cast iron larcima.

Reina knew as soon as she was outside the theater that there was a rich source of metal crystal, rich like the ore her father harvested to devour. She knew such an item would give her a grand boon. She didn’t account for how potent it would be! Raw mana surged through her, veins and insides felt on fire, all hairs on her neck stood up as her scales stiffened and hardened all over, growing to be visable to all. Soon, she was emitting raw magic from her body, it coming out in waves of gray tipped with the faintest of red. Her eyes became silts, the final sign of her entering dragon force.

Leo now knew what she was, gods, if he knew he would have done more. “Iron dragon slayer.” he muttered aloud.

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Reina roared out her battle cry, the image of a dragon’s mouth forming in the aura as if joining her in its call. The sound was harsh like an avalanche of steel, both joyans braced themselves as reina charged forward. Leo swung hard with his own battleax, which she quickly bit through. Not deterred, he used the handle and staff as he muttered a spell, a vibrant orange around his figure as he landed blow after blow on reina, each one landing harder than the last. She merely extended her arm as the blows kept coming in, growing 3 times its size as she crashed it into him. Leo was flung out of the room onto the ground floor. Chorda was nowhere to be seen as Reina jumped down to join Leo.

She would walk forward while he was on the ground until she felt a presence behind her, being tackled by a large devil cat with horns. “Chorda! Get out of here!” Leo barked as he got up, this time reclaiming his hand ax as he muttered another spell, now glowing vibrant purple. He began swinging far faster than before, the sound of metal clashing on metal as Chorda held Reina in place. And yet, she still stood without concern for the harm being done. She suddenly roared again, finding the strength to knock chorda back before turning her attention on leo. She suddenly barraged him with blow after blow, each one denting his armor more than the last. Leo couldn’t get out of the way fast enough, each blow had an impact unlike the previous he weathered. After what seemed like a few dozen, Reina finished with a final punch, knocking him out of the open doors.

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She would then suddenly feel herself grabbed and thrown backwards, and while she landed on her feet, the giant horned panther collided into her, causing the floor to give away. Now in the basement, the hellcat did its best to bite through iron. Reina briefly struggled with it until she blew an iron dragon's breath, and with no chance to dodge it the hellcat was sent briefly into the air before falling back down, the chest littered with metal shards. Blood filled the air as the two fighters clashed again, Chorda tried to grapple Reina but she held her off, and delivered gut punch after punch. One more roar, and Reina suddenly attacked even more furiously. Soon, Chorda broke the encounter as she retreated to a corner, her take over falling off slowly revealing a battered chorda underneath.

“Fool! You may kill me! But know Joya’s dream for freedom shall never die! They will always remember who fought for justice today!” Chorda spat defiantly. Reina merely sauntered up slowly as she grabbed Chorda by the neck. “I don’t fight for good.” One hard punch to the face, blood splattering reina’s. “I don’t fight for evil.” Another hit, this one she let chorda fall to the floor, her breathing strained. Reina kneeled down and readied another punch, “I fight-'' Another punch landed, “TO FIGHT!!!” Soon Reina was punching downward on her head fast, and with each punch it was faster. Soon, she was punching with such blind blood lust, she did not notice her audience from above.

The fighters watched in horror as with punch after punch, their leader’s body spasmed from the pain, until soon there was no more movement, and only the sound of metal hitting concrete. Demoralized, they left in a hurry, quickly collecting Leo as they fled. Reina herself was not done punching until a minute after. She stood up, blood and a vicious smile plastered her face. She looked to the hole above for another fight. But before she could jump it suddenly felt cold. Her breathing became strained instantly, her lungs felt they couldn’t get enough air. She stumbled to the floor, her senses swimming in a haze, she barely had enough to wonder why before she collapsed, and entered darkness.

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When she came to, she was numb, feeling as though nothing was in her. Lips dry, everything ached as she struggled to stand. She failed, and only after a few minutes did she allow herself to try again, this time barely succeeding. She took gulps of air as she tried to figure out her surroundings. She then remembered the cat woman, Chorda. She faintly chuckled at the memory, “And that’s why you don’t challenge a-” She stopped herself after looking in Chorda’s direction. Chorda was unmoving, and soon Reina recognized the stench of death. She dared to move closer, only seeing her handiwork on where chorda’s face used to be. She gasped, and suddenly felt nauseous as she fell again to her feet. The young slayer then with hysteric strength she did not realize she had in her, climbed out of the hole into the theater hand after foot. She was rushing out of the ruined theater on her hands and knees, and only stopped outside when she encountered the crowd of Felidae’s officers.

Felidae’s captain, Chip, later wrote the incident as a rebellion turned violent by extremists. While the brutality was hidden from public view, the warning was loud enough to issue a warning across Joya’s people. Stick your head out and we will cut it. A fully detailed report of the incident would make its way to the silver wolf guild, definitely filled with feedback. Reina however didn’t care about the report or the peace talks anymore. She was oddly eager to leave Felidae and Joya itself, which some officers were more than happy to see her go. She would purposely take her time getting back to fiore, doing what she can until the memory of that basement grew more and more murky.

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