The bolt of lightning from had been quite loud, yet louder than that was one word. One word shouted that echoed throughout the entire arena. “Freedom” All of these sounds entered her pointed ears and made them twitch, yet her eyes still stayed on one thing: the trio of armed individuals in front of her. She didn’t understand all of those words, yet that was the one she understood the most. She also understood another thing. Weapons extraditing their sheaths right before her eyes. She understood just enough of the context to know one thing: defeating these enemies would give her her freedom. These were her enemies. Wind swirled into existence around her body as two glowing green hands formed. Miniature gales formed around her legs as she suddenly charged forward, attacking first. The wind around her legs propelled her forward with great as if she was floating along the ground, like an arrow that had been loosened from a bow that had been knocked back for who knows how long. Rather than use those glowing green claws though, she seemed to punch forward with intense ferocity. Two huge, metal fists several feet tall appeared connected to those odd, mechanical arms. One fist immediately slammed into the body of one of the orange garbed men, sending him flying backwards into the wall with several sickening cracks and a powerful thud. The second fist accompanied the first into the body of another man, sending him to accompany his friend. There was no grace of finesse behind these attacks, just cold ferocity as both fists suddenly vanished. The one two blow was followed up with a powerful, low to the ground pounce right towards the other man as one glowing green claw suddenly slashed at his neck and another ripped at his pelvis. It was like being cut apart by a ferocious beast made of wind as she quickly dispatched the three of them, or so she assumed. She didn’t bother to check whether this third one was dead as her weapon, Storm Titan, quickly changed modes to allow her to send this bloodied man flying to join his two compatriots. Despite this bloody spectacle the elf was calm, yet a gale was beginning to form within her eyes as she charged towards the next group of orange clothed men. If she defeated them, she’d get her freedom! Her heart was beginning to beat faster as she picked up the pace. She was going to Hunt for her freedom and, unfortunately… These orange clothed men were her prey!