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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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[hr]At the appearance of the pink savior, Rain’s ember flared excitedly. They were all together. Her, and granny, and the lady who’d made the explosions, and the other lady who’d brought the giant fuckoff bird down, all of them right here in the same place—the winner’s circle. It made her giddy, eager, [i]itchy[/i] for more. She wanted more void to tear apart, more fuel to burn and, really, more fun to have. Yeah, sure, maybe if she was being [i]really super honest[/i] she had kind of, almost, [i]just a little bit[/i], nearly died. But she didn’t! And sure as anything, she knew that as long as she was still kicking, she was supposed to be killing something. 

She was half-tempted to run back out into the mucky battlefield and look, but that would have meant leaving the other hunters behind and…well, it wasn’t like the void were [i]never[/i] coming back, right? Besides, outside there was no one to appreciate how fuckin’ cool she was. She’d stay put for now—she was Uglydein’s hero after all, and heroes didn’t—

Punch granny in the face. 

Rain started, and took a step back, glancing wildly between the cannoneer and the room's new white-haired floormat. 

“[COLOR=92278f]Wuh…?[/color]”

“[color=ffe63d]Goddamn, melter, but you showed some fuckin' [i]mettle[/i] out there, didn't ya?[/color]”

Metal? Metal what? She glanced down at her claws, they were metal. These? Well, yeah, she’d shown’em to the void alright. Not as much as she wanted to, but, y’know, first time and all that. She’d show the void even [i]more[/i] metal on the next go. 

The cannoneer struck her, next. Quick hit to the shoulder, weak like the little shitlings in the pit who didn’t eat. She bristled, fingers splayed and ready to keep the woman’s grubby mitts off her stash—then remembered where she was. Right. Oof, she’d been away from home too long. And anyway, people only smiled [i]after[/i] they took all your shit. 

“[color=ffe63d]Name's Quinnlash Loughvein—[/color]”

[COLOR=92278f][i]What the fuck’s a ‘[/i]Quinnlash[i]’?[/i][/color] she thought.

“[color=ffe63d]—coming out of Midnos.[/color]”

[COLOR=92278f][i]The asshole country?[/i][/color]

“[color=ffe63d]Stay outta my way, don't fuck up, and we won't have any trouble, got it?[/color]”

Rain felt another bristling coming on. She might not have known if the woman was complimenting her before, but she sure as shit knew what a challenge sounded like. Stay out of [i]her[/i] way? Oh, miss hoity-toity flame-shitter was gonna eat those words—sooner than later. 

But not [i]now[/i]. Granny got back up to her feet, and Rain knew the rules—Quinnlash had thrown the first punch, so granny had dibs. She also had…wow, teeth. A [i]lot[/i] of teeth. So many that she could spit them out by the handful and still have more in her mouth than Rain’d had in her whole stash. She watched granny’s jaw blossom with edges of all shapes and sizes, and for a moment she just stood there, miming her, opening her own razor mouth in some twisted greeting. Then she noticed all the teeth on the floor, and remembered her claim. 

The terms had been clear, they now belonged to her. 

Rain dropped down, scooping them up one by one with glee. They were pretty, glittering—the teeth in the pit never glittered, even in torchlight—and there were so many she had to hold them in both hands. In fact, she realized, there were [i]too[/i] many. She’d never be able to bring all these with her, let alone whatever was left to claim outside. Sure, she could leave them for now, but who was to say these pyromancers would honor her claim once she was gone? 

“[COLOR=92278f]Hm.[/color]”

Forget the other teeth, those were stupid teeth broken off the gums of lame weaklings. [i]These[/i] were from granny, who was [i]not[/i] lame, and might, in fact, be cool. Not as cool as Rain was, of course, but still. All of these hunters had earned that merit, really. Perhaps it was the blood-high of her first mission, or the adrenaline of a brief and bitter brush with death, but she found a strange and unfamiliar generosity simmering within her. 

Leaving the pair to squabble, she held the teeth close to her and tugged on pink’s massive sleeve, doing the same to blue while she was at it. 

“[COLOR=92278f]Oi! You two![/color]” she said, affecting a crude, noble lilt. “[COLOR=92278f]As the hero of Uglydein, I have decided to recognize your efforts in helping me protect it.[/color]”

Sifting through her bounty, she selected two sharp-but-not-too-sharp-and-not-too-big-either teeth, and handed one to each of them. 

“[COLOR=92278f]There, you are hitherto and whereupon, henceforthly, awarded. Forever and etcetera. Praise be.[/color]” She made a vague hand gesture, like she’d seen some of the better-dressed guests back home make when they buried people. Then, she stuffed the remainder of granny’s teeth into her pockets. 

“[COLOR=92278f]Time for beer![/color]” she cheered, arms thrust up in victory as she turned to the pink warrior. “[COLOR=92278f]What’s beer![/color]”[/indent][/indent][/indent]