[h2][color=66CD00] Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

Vitoria Dodici’s right hand came back up to meet her face, brandishing the reflective surface of a cold, sharp blade. She held it out, rather close to her face before gingerly licking it. She walked up to Bianca and stopped when she was a single foot away from the girl.

She glanced back to Gratia, pointing to her with the knife. [color=#f76a84]“You know this bitch had the audacity to walk around in this city, the Dodici’s city, like she fucking owned it.”[/color] Vitoria snarled, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the blade almost desperately. She glanced downwards at the feathers on the ground and snarled. [color=#f76a84]“These fucking Nuit’s, they named this one Bianca.”[/color] Every word that escaped Vitoria’s mouth was caustic. [color=#f76a84]“We picked her up, because she was the weaker one, her sister would’ve been…”[/color] Vitoria trailed off, as if stopping herself from lending the Nuit family any nice words.

[color=#f76a84]“It doesn’t matter now, what’s left of [i]Bianca[/i] is not a Nuit.”[/color] She said turning back to the battered girl. She took Bianca’s chin in her left hand and made her look Vitoria right in the eyes. [color=#f76a84]“You’ll be leaving now, I’ll come find you when you’re owner decides to put you up in some backwoods Vacuan whore house. It’s more then you deserve you ugly bitch.”[/color] Vitoria said giggling between words.

She dropped Bianca’s chin and gaze like dead weight and immediately spun the dagger in her hand, slashing the girl’s binds. She collapsed onto the ground and did not move. 

[color=#f76a84]“Grab the dumb bitch, we’ve got a truck waiting out back.”[/color] Vitoria said standing back up and turning to face Gratia. Gratia would be able to see, out of the corner of her eye, Bianca’s fists begin to ball up, fingers clenched inward towards her palm, a small trickle of blood flowing from the point of contact between the base of her hand and her uncut fingernails.

[h2][color=fff79a]V[/color][s][color=66CD00]G[/color][color=FADA5E]N[/color][/s][color=7fffd4]B[/color] – Shit Hits the Fan[/h2] 

Demetrius chortled staring directly into his Faunus prey’s eyes. They bore a weight, a bloodthirsty density that would cause Beryl to feel a semblance of pressure in her own. They hardly blinked as Napoli ran, Demetrius could only assume for his life. He kept stride with Beryl’s leap backwards and upon reaching where she stood, gripped his blade slashing horizontally, aiming directly for her abdominal aorta, slashing out towards the Faunus’s kidney region.

[color=#6acaf7] “Now, now. I know my children call me greedy – but expecting one attack to finish your opponent, that’s just sinful.”[/color] Demetrius said his voice cackling clearly enjoying his time attempting to murder the Faunus – completely engulfed in his desire to cut truly.

[h2][color=#FADA5E]Napoli Fiordilatte – Punch Line[/color][/h2]

Napoli managed to slip away from Demetrius – but he knew that, from the sounds of the fighting, he still had to rely on his team otherwise Demetrius would come after him. He made his way around the outside of the building before he was able to see a rather large warehouse located behind the Dodici bank. Between him and his goal was Sonny Dodici, on a phone and his assistant whom had just rejoined him. From the distance between Sonny and Napoli, it was difficult to hear what Sonny was saying.

[color=f7976a]“Get Vitoria… Alone with Bianca… Kill her. No… New kid… Tell you… The first time… going… Mr. Nuit.”[/color] Was all that was discernible to Napoli from the distance he currently occupied with Sonny. After finishing that sentence he hung up his phone and strode towards the doors leading back to the bank – leaving Napoli in the clear to infiltrate the warehouse, except for Marissa – Sonny’s assistant. Napoli could make out a piece of parchment she was stuffing into an envelope with a [url=http://oi58.tinypic.com/x4jg4w.jpg]somewhat memorable insignia on it.[/url]

[h2]Estelle Sidos Heurassein – [s]Defending[/s] Escaping the Wreckage of a Caravan[/h2]
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Estelle could tell that she was at fatally low levels of aura. She cursed underneath her breath and immediately followed Sterling’s lead, putting  a hand on his shoulder to both rush him out of the canyon they shared with too many grim to count on two hands and to steady herself. As tasteless as Sterling’s joke was about dying at Beacon – he was right.

She knew that they were lucky. It didn’t help much. She tried to recall what had happened, she was utilizing a maneuver that was albeit new but not [i]that[/i] debilitating for herself. And yet when faced with a situation in which her action was required in order to salvage the mission – all she could think about was Bianca. Back home, sipping a drink enjoying the cool breeze ruffling through her beautiful ivory feathers.

Estelle made a mental note – to write her sister when she arrived back at Beacon.