Mortella slithered calmly behind the plague doctor, her long tail rubbing against the floor as she hung back in the shadows. 

She cocked her head slightly when he made a remark about her appearance. 

[i][b][color=1a7b30]“You’re right. If only I could be as inconspicuous as the Mexican wrestler, the sith lord, and the man in the bandanna.” [/color][/b][/i]

The gorgon’s year on earth had given her time to develope a great understand of its different languages and culture, to the extent that it seemed as though she’d always lived here. 

The Plague Doctor demonstrated quite an impressive skill set, as he dispatched one of the bouncers with nothing but a scalpel, eliciting a sly grin of approval from Mortella. 

It was when another guardsman emerged that the serpent decided to strike. 

Her eyes dilated, rippling with what looked like a thin layer of grey tears, as she fixed the attacker with her gaze. His body went stiff and hard, freezing on the spot, his fingers inches away from his holstered weapon. 

Mortella’s hand shot forwards, her clawed hand ripping through the man’s neck in a burst of dark red blood. She tore out his throat, letting it drop softly to the floor, before giving his corpse a light push, sending it tumbling down behind it. 

[b][i][color=1a7b30]“Hella rad.” [/color][/i][/b]