"Chat," she pronounced it like 'chateau', "have I become cooked?"
"Give it up, Fokas! We have you surrounded!"
"'twas not my intention," said Euphoria into her Motorola Backflip's CIF camera. It did not have a selfie camera, so she had to rotate the whole thing around to talk into the rear of the device. "My intention was to uphold my oath and escort this delivery safely and surely to its destination. You who have borne witness know the truth, and I pray that your lips may send it to the Lord's ears -"
"That's her! Open fire!"
Euphoria stood up. Crumpled bullets clattered to the ground around her like rain, broken against her sorcerous black plate. For a moment lines of fire danced across her body. One slashed her cheek, leaving a single faint red trail. A grenade landed at her feet.
"No! Get down, [i]get down[/i] -"

A kick sent the grenade soaring so fast that it shattered the skull of the wyrmblood holding the assault rifle. Such was the violence of the motion it actually crushed the trigger mechanism and prevented the grenade from detonating - a stroke of fortune made irrelevant when the unfortunate wyrmblood's two friends were crushed beneath Euphoria's thrown motorcycle. She steps through the smoke and fire. Two more of the assailants - over-muscled bodies crammed into cheap black suits - rushed her with knives. One she took with a point-blank shot from her wheel-lock - hand to her hip, leaning backwards, weapon bent slightly down - and the other she took with a rotational draw-slice-sheathe technique she had learned from a Nipponese blademaster. She reached the wreckage of her motorcycle and threw it again against a sniper upon the nearby water tower. This time the fuel tank detonated and sent a flood of water and steam washing down all around.

All this and she still absentmindedly held the camera. Unfortunately, all it captured was a rough blur of fire, black fabric, and screaming silhouettes in incomprehensible 240pixel resolution. Enough to entice the appetite of a certain stratum of the internet who considered her an avaunt guard found footage filmmaker doing an elaborate bit, who were currently going wild in the chat.

"Twenty dollars from xXxWeedLordxXx?" said Euphoria. "That is appreciated. It shall relieve some of the pressure of failing this delivery. One hopes that you have found happiness in your recent wedding."
"You shall find no happiness, Blood Dragon," said a daemonic voice arising from the pit. "It is to be your end and your death."
"Wrath? Thou has grown bold indeed," said Euphoria.
"Do not thou me! You have grown lax! There is nothing you possess that you can defend against us!"
"It seems you yearn again for the pit," said Euphoria.
"I shall not -"

*Static, stream feed cuts out*

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A black knight makes her way on foot down the long path towards Sophia's home. She is no longer in possession of a motorcycle, but she has cleaned herself up somewhat from the battle. She imagines that if she plays it sufficiently cool from here she might be able to avoid any questions. She would not want her host to worry about her.