[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YAcMgoSpDE&index=12&list=PL4YxW8HuhzZK4JAsuofq-LbomMkhse0J2[/url] [b]Amala[/b]. It was time well spent, the bar chat centred around the family business, there was talk of projects, of sickness, health, corruption. Everything you expected from a bar full of drunks and soon-to-be-drunks, it was the reaction of the bar tender she gauged from behind her poison green drink. When he looked away, when he seemed unsettled, those were the rumours she knew would be true, the ones she scoffed at, or smiled to in that kindly way, that was the lies. Soon enough them an of the hour made his entrance and the world came to a stand still, it was funny to watch the power the man commanded, he strode with the purpose of a King and commanded the room like a General. She finished her drink and placed the glass back on the table during the hush of the room. With a gesture the room erupted back into life and she couldn't help but laugh heartily. No, not so different were they? She had been ignoring it for some time, the feel of the gnawing at the back of her mind, she'd put it down to all these prime writhing bodies but it was getting stronger now, becoming an incessant tug on her mental reserves. She'd taken her photo's of the King of the Club, of the Prince and his squires, it was time for her to retire back to her own piece of the kingdom, where the monsters roamed in the dark and exuded their will on others. Standing from the bar she nearly lost her balance and caught herself on the bars edge. It buzzed with a deafening bass that far outweighed that of the music, like a heart. Her eyes flashed once and she raised them, scanning the crowd for the suspect. It was raw, feral, powerful, it was destruction for the sake of destruction. It was insane. And it was [b]in[/b] the club. She steeled herself to its clumsy attempt at mental domination and while she fought back it was not going to submit, it was far too insane to begin to understand the idea of submission. So she only had one choice, Maya would not want a war to break out because of one clumsy creation. There was a scream and flashing green's flickered to the spot. A predatory response, like a lamb to the slaughterhouse, every sense burned with the fear and adrenaline in the victim. [i]No[/i], not victim, it couldn't be a victim, not here. Getting her feet she took a breath to steady her mind and her body and then she shifted. Others were strong, or they could take a beating, she was fast. Before the scream finished she had -with hood pulled up- barrelled into the would be attacker, whose own dark purpose had been hidden in the shadows of the club, the momentum caught and dragged the unsuspecting one with her, they hit the door which opened, Amala switched her stance and pulled the toxin across the street - flashing a universal 'this guy' look at the bewildered bouncer - and into the alley. The guy -because even in the dark it was easy to see it was a man - hit the wall, bounced and collapsed to his knees laughing. She honestly had no idea why Maya kept these ones. The guy, six feet, naturally lean but enhanced with definition and packed muscles since his turn until he looked almost like a visual representation of Frankenstein's monster from that old time book, had green eyes but they hadn't taken on the 'supernatural' sheen and sweaty, limp hair that stuck to his face. Heaven knew whose clothes he wore but unless he'd always been into pink and ponies, they weren't his clothes. In fact, now she was out here she could smell the blood and decay on him. Many didn't survive the turn into one of their darling little drones and some, some they didn't deserve to. She didn't know who had turned this one but whoever it was should have killed him. The madness was almost overwhelming and the fella stood, swayed and charged at her like a bull cornered. Now she was away from the food she attempted to dominate the thing before her, she had quite a strong will, it's how she controlled some of the horde back 'home', it made up for her lack of physical prowess, willpower was her super weapon. Briefly he stopped, hesitated and snarled. [i]She heard a scream[/i], but it was nowhere from here, it was far away and her attention was snapped skyward as every hair on her body stood on end in protest. Had she really heard that? If she had what was that? What was the presence that brushed against her? The break in concentration let her opponent shake loose of her control and he hit her square in the chest with his head, his arms scrabbling for purchase in her skin. [i]Let Maya say I didn't try.[/i] She resigned herself to the poor miserable creatures fate, catching one of his hands and ducking down and out of the way of the thrice damned beast. She briefly looked across the road, a few people were looking over but none seemed overly concerned with the ruckus in the shadows. The man broke from her grasp easy enough, she stepped back but felt the wall to her back and she damned the tight confines of the chosen battleground. The feral turned and charged again and she waited, when he was close enough to see the blood patterns on rainbow dash she side stepped out the way and let the guy collide head first with the wall. He slumped a moment but stood, reeled with bloodied face and broken nose and he laughed again. His mind rasped primitive words aimed at her own but she ignored them as one would ignore the inane ramblings of a doomsayer. The 'fight' if one could call it that, lasted only a few minutes, Amala using her speed to allow the moron to do damage to himself until finally he was slow enough to get behind and end it. He was surprisingly heavy but of course leaving bodies behind was not something she intended to do. With effort she arranged him on his shoulders and made her way back towards the central bridges where the tunnel between the Toxin's zone and her own awaited. Maybe she'd throw him in the bay, she didn't particularly want to drag him all the way home. What would she do with him then anyway? Sure the hoard might find some use for him but really? Before long she found herself close to the waters edge, checking for any nearby witnesses -and seeing none- she effortlessly severed his head from his shoulders and kicked the body into the water. As the ripples spread out she cast her eyes out to the darkness and saw shapes bobbing in the water.