[b]Gratia Mindaro - Zephyr City Outskirts[/B]

"[color=66cd00]Triggerhappy?[/color]"

Gratia Mindaro laughed. A low, harsh growl of a laugh. It was not a particularly nice laugh. She threw her head back, her hissing cackles escaping into the air. What an utter fucking joke. Oh, she was relishing the opportunity to punish every single one of the rabid dogs in the facility, but she could wait for that. Oh, yes she could wait. The bastard was delusional if he thought she would cross the entirety of the [i]Dodici Cosca[/i] head-on without thought. They'd all fall to her eventually, but she could wait. She could wait as long as it was needed. She knew what was at stake, and he should fucking know that she knew as well.

"[color=66cd00]Oh, I'm not letting you sit this one out, you shitty excuse for a prettyboy,[/color]" she snarled, onyx eyes piercing into her partner's with immeasurable intensity. "[color=66cd00]In fact, you can have aLl ThE FUn yOu WAnT with that sissy little knife of yours~[/color]"

He was, no matter how one saw it, the most suited to this task. A task in which he could actually be of any fucking use. She could share, let even a cheese-eating son of a bitch like him carve a pound of flesh from the rats they were to exterminate. It would be fun. Really.

"[color=66cd00]I desire to see to the success of this mission,[/color]" continued the Mistralese huntress, her grip tightening against her weapons. "[color=66cd00]Make yourself useful, Napoli Fiordilatte. Show me that you aren't a pathetic waste of space. Show me the very best of your mediocre abilities. Show me the supposed skill that placed you on this team.[/color]"

She bared her teeth in challenge. The edges of her mouth curled upwards into an animalistic grin.

Her eyes smoldered with fire.

"[color=66cd00]Show me that you can save Bianca Nuit.[/color]"