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[b]Time: Evening - Present Day[/b]
[b]Location: Smithy’s Grocery Store, Las Vegas[/b]
 
Mandate felt that she had every right to be proud of her self-control; when faced with sudden violence nad noise, she did not crush the werewolf in her grasp in surprise, or throw them through a wall. Granted, it was quite hard to startle her in such a way, as there were so few things that could hurt her, but that was besides the point.
 
And so, rather than throwing the wolf through a wall, Mandate instead gave her a light toss into the smoke, head tilted as she moved closer to her human companion as a sort of shield. Her hands curled into facsimiles of claws as screams and gunfire filled the air, and her smile was unyielding. [i]Is it time for violence? They're threatening Miss Ambassador, and hurting her with that smoke. That's rude.[/i]
 
The Ambassador's instructions were answer enough. The mercurial construct did not have a heart that could pound in excitement, but there was a swell of excitement in her chest as bullets fell over her as lightly as a drizzle. [color=LightPink]"Of course, Miss Ambassador."[/color] she all but crooned, pleased with the reintroduction of violence into her routine that this meeting had become. First the wolf, and now people she could actually tear open to examine. The pleasant bells, presumably her guidance, chimed around the golem as she tilted her head and gazed into the smoke.
 
Mandate focused inwards as she stepped forward. With every calm pace in the direction of the bells, her weight increased, a hundred pounds per pace, until the floor cracked beneath her weight. [i]That should do it,[/i] she decided cheerfully, [i]Now, to play.[/i]
 
And so, she began to, for lack of a better word, swagger.
 
The ground beneath Mandate's feet cracked with every calm step, her massive foot weighing far more than it should and bringing with it a rather ominous reverberation that was perhaps lost in the chaos. A cheerful hum went up as the golem raised her arm, bringing it down in an idle swipe that turned the shelf before her into little more than shredded shrapnel and wasted products. She did not slow in her step, her bulk plowing through what her hand did not destroy as she followed the sound of bells in as straightforward of a path as possible.
 
[i]There.[/i] Further into the smoke, the shape of a man, a weapon in hands. Evidently, judging by the deluge of bullets against her torso as the man screamed, he had seen her as well- or perhaps heard her ruckus, even with the commotion. [i]Good. I want them to hear me coming. I want them to fear me. Why's he screaming so much, though? Miss Ambassador must have scared him with something. Or maybe he's saying hello![/i]
 
[color=LightPink]"Hello!"[/color] Mandate's sudden lunge ate up the distance between her and the backpedaling figure, her stride greater for both her superior strength and the sheer size of her legs. The man made a curious choking sound, presumably choking, as she slowed back to a lackadaisical swagger to watch him. He dangled off of the ground from her grip upon his throat, smaller hands scrabbling futilely at the gentle grasp of a limb large enough to swallow up his head. Whether he was trying to pull her hand open or his neck free, it didn't really matter. She was content to watch for a moment.
 
And then she was not. [i]I better keep moving. With the wolves loose, there might be nothing else for me to do![/i]
 
Her fingers settled atop his head in a curled grasp, her 'nails' digging in as easily as through air. [color=LightPink]"Goodbye."[/color] The man's head and body were torn asunder with a tug in opposite directions, the latter tumbling uselessly in a spray of crimson to the floor as she released it in the same motion. Giggling to herself, the golem pitched the man's cranium out into the smoke, a wanton arc in the direction of the bells that only bloodied the environment and her own form further.
 
Mandate's smile, painted as it was by a streak of red that was rapidly sliding off of her smooth surface, was as unchanging as ever. Who knew meetings could be so fun?