[color=8882be][h3]Lauren Negasi[/h3]

[i]I hate you, Sloan.[/i][/color]

In reply, her brother's words (barely a week old) rang in her ears: [color=ed1c24][i]Should have gone to school, Lorena. You could build yourself a real weapon.[/i][/color]

Not that part of her wasn't itching to just break out her kickboxing experience on this runty little fucks. She could feel the familiar itch already, and her chest was racing in excitement as she watched Ben's chain lightning crackle through the swarm. But then she saw him back up - and the part of her that Ben had driven to a draw days prior in combat class realized that the concession of ground was probably for the best. She slid backwards herself - but not before she had taken a knee and cleaved right to left with her axe, bifurcating a few Grimm. As they dissolved into shadows in front of the next row of Scavengers, Lauren stood and dipped backwards, landing on the tiptoes of her right foot besides Ben.

[color=8882be]"So this whole mission is ass, huh, Cap?"[/color] she asked cheerfully. [color=8882be]"Not the normal kind of ass either. The [i]'wow, every member of BASL has the best ass in school'[/i] kind. I mean the [i]'these little cocksuckers are gonna tire us out until they can swarm and chew our eyeballs out through our bomb-ass sunglasses'[/i] kinda ass. Hey, got any Ice Dust handy?"[/color]