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[b]Thailand, Bangkok.[/b]

The rain fell heavily onto the roof. Kaya sat quietly at the back of the gathering, her mind clouded with sorrow. The priest spoke about cherishing life, all she could think back to was the people she lost. The people that was no longer cherishing life. She looked out the window, catching a flash of metal and saw two guys shove a smaller person down to the ground. It wasn’t her fight anymore, she didn’t have the fire. She dragged hoodie up over her head and excused herself to the toilet. 

There was a the crack of a gun. She kept walking towards the toilet. She just needed to compose herself. A angry voice, small fights smashing at the door in panic. She could hear the murmurs of the congregation, scared and confused. She stopped, taking a deep breath. Stepping up to the door, she opened it quick and all but tossed the young woman inside. Taking a quick look over her shoulder before closing the door. Five thugs, none of them looked affiliated. One of them with a gun, some sort of cheap 9 millimeter. 

“Are you hur-” The lady shot towards her as kaya turned to address her, a glint of metal flashed in the dim light of the room. She felt the bite of metal against skin. It had been a faint, the thug should have shot her dead in the street, not let her escape in here. Kaya admonished herself for growing sloppy. Taking a step back, she shook some feeling into her left hand, IT wasn’t a bad cut. 

“This is a place of contemplation. I suggest you contemplate how bad your about to get your ass beat lady.” She spoke, not letting the lady get any glimpse of her intentions. A feint to the right with a hook, her opponent went for the exposed left side, only for a kick to land solidly onto her own left. She weezed as her ribs snapped. Kaya moved in on her stunned quarry, a right to the ladies jaw all but spun her around. She could hear that murmur had stopped. She rolled her hips. “Tie her up. I am going out to deal with the rest.” These were hired thugs, a lot of criminal elements moved about here, and she heard this temple was right on some lucrative land. 

Kaya didn’t wait for a response, she was out the door. The water splash under her combat boots. One of the thugs, the one with a gun let out a sight. “I guess Layla is inside.” He said “I told her she wasn’t gonna be enough to take out the Halfie T̀āngd̂āw”  He raised his gun, only to find himself face to face with Kaya. A white glow around her fist and feet.

“Neither are you.” Her word was a angry bark, then her fist connected to his sternum with such force that his feet left the ground. A second goon came swinging pipe at her hand, rolling underneath it, she swept his leg with a push kick, send him like clumsy missile into another charging goon. Meeting the fourth mid run, she lept placed a knee to his face that rearranged his nose, before landing a roll. But when she got up, a baseball bat smacked straight across her face. She saw stars, blinking the pain away as the fifth goon came in for another swing, angry now, she smashed the baseball bat with a punch, the punched him again, and again, and again. “I told you” Punch. “To leave me.” Punch, his face was more purple than skin tone at this point, one eye swollen shut. She halted her punch in a state of horror. She's lost control. She never lost control. She let the beaten thug go and looked around her, the others had scattered, taken the chance to get away from this mad meta. She bit her lower lip, and turned to walk to her cab. She needed to think. To refocus and find a purpose again.

[i]She was going home to Lost Haven.[/i]