[B]Gratia Mindaro - Third Punic War[/B]

Everybody was fleeing.

Gratia closed her eyes, listening to the horrid shrieking of the alarm bells. It was a truly ugly and disgusting noise, one that would induce the worst fucking headaches in those who were unfortunate to listen to them. The harsh sounds were to the force the Dodici, the unwashed vermin and insects, to flee, to scatter into the winds like the cowardly scum they were. From this day onwards, none of them would be Dodici. The name would be eradicated from history. Gone, like the records of a civilisation fallen to the monstrous hordes of Grimm.

She glanced towards the dust repositories, the vials upon vials and containers upon containers of the beautiful, mysterious substance that had given mankind the power to fight. That had given the Dodici the barest hints of ability. Her onyx eyes seemed to shine in the dull light of her burning lighter. It was truly ironic, that they would in the end be fucked over by their own puny ambitions and desires. By their own self-aggrandisement and confidence in their power.

[i]Hiss[/i]

[url=https://youtu.be/cRgPj35FZS4]The fuse was lit.[/url]

The lighter snapped shut with a metallic click.

It was done.

The teenaged huntress left the storeroom, quietly descending through the closest fire escape to leave the building. When the night was over, the building would be a charred hulk, a skeletal fragment that would fall to ashes with the barest hint of the wind. An undignified death for an organisation that deserved no dignity. She couldn't help but laugh quietly, a guttural giggle that was drowned out in the rush of screams and panic of the Zephyr nights. Their little goons, the pond muck who had eagerly allowed the Dodici's tiny cocks to ram them, they would live to see the destruction of everything they had worked for.

Fitting vengeance against those that had sought to destroy Nuit.

Gratia Mindaro gazed upon the towering Dodici compound.

Windows across the floor of the storeroom shattered in an ear-splitting explosion, a shock wave of heat and noise bursting free of its constraints to crumple the very walls of the building. Orange flashed across the dark night, attracting the attention of anybody awake to the sight of the Dodici compound set ablaze, consumed by a sudden firestorm of wild, impossible [b]hate[/b]. It creaked dangerously, framework beginning to buckle against the heat and damage. Black smoke filled the air, eerie dust in the glow of the fire. Flames furiously licked every surface, leaving nowhere that was clear of the destruction they had wrought upon themselves.

The emergency services would never be able to rescue the building.

It was hellfire materialised. A funeral pyre for a group of animals now enjoying themselves with the Devil.

The Dodici had been scorched to ashes.

And once the evidence was submitted, not even that would be left.

"[color=66cd00]Mission complete,[/color]" she messaged to every member of the team.

Their job was done.