[center]Child Freeholds[/center]

Child was not an assassin. She was a brawler, a good one at that. But now they dealth with demons, the deadly, immoral forces of hell. How they slayed a creature of its ilk she did not know. But if she it expected to face down Child, it'd find the gladiator quite resiliant. It was hard to seduce a person so numbed as Child, power nor greed nor lust held much sway over someone like her. She wondered if the Angels ties to her would affect the struggle any. She had remained silent about this however, silent as her allies scheemed. She was back in Free Holds. Here she had fought in the arenas, broken bones and slit throats for the enterteinment of others. She was not a person of many words either way, and free holds deserved not to hear a word uttered. But it could not be allowed to fall in the hands of demons. They would have to much material to work with if they did. The gladiators whos minds were broken would make exellent and ferocius demonhosts and the decadent upper class was more then succeptable to demonic influences she was sure. No she would purge and save this place. 

”I know this place.” She bagan to speak. ”My mask is likely to be forgotten among the masses. It is not the same mask that I wore here years ago.” She spoke, her throat felt dry. Her voice was quivering slightly, at unease clearly. She took it off. ”And lesser will recognize my face unmasked. I never took my mask off. But if they ask, I know all the ways to speak to appear only another fighter here for the arenas. You do your dance, I shall see if I cannot handle things on my end aswell.” Her eyes swept the masses in order to spot anything out of the ordinary. 

”When your plan is activated, and we go for the keep, we need to be fast, and decisive. People do not fight clean, nor pretty here. They are all a bunch of scoundrels, even the guards. And they are good fighters. I should know, I've killed a few dozen of them in the arenas."