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[color=6495ED][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=lightgray] Evening 
[color=6495ED][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sorian streets [/color]
[color=6495ED][b]Aesthetic:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/5Te3JWF.png]Outfit & hair[/url]
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[color=lightgray]The empty streets of Sorian greeted Kira. Drunkard’s Day was coming to a close, and there were only a few people still lingering outside. She didn’t have a specific goal in mind–watching the chaos was enough for her, and tonight had delivered. While she was not part of the tavern event, she had watched the people spill outside of it like ants. The people’s terror and confusion had been satisfying enough. The nobles who had ended the event had performed admirably. She noted it in the back of her mind. She began heading toward Marek’s mansion.

As the wind pushed her hood off her face and revealed her long ponytail, she heard a grumbling voice behind her. After growing up hearing random voices in the dark and having to defend herself, she figured it wasn’t just drunks. She had felt them–their eyes upon her, her movements being watched, and the shift in the night air. Her skin tingled at the sense of it. Being hunted for 28 years had taught her how to read a room before it even happened.

Hunters. She sighed and braced herself. It would be stress relieving to take them out. She would have to tell Wren–they were in Sorian, too. There was nowhere on earth they could hide but Marek’s. 

[color=yellow]”Ms. Mepanezi is it?”[/color] The voice inquired, still grumbly but filled with anticipation and excitement. 

From her peripheral vision, she noticed several other figures step out of the shadows. Why didn’t these idiots just shoot her? She appreciated how many they had brought–tearing their hearts out one by one would be delicious.

[color=6495ED]”What’s it to you, fuckface?”[/color] She remained poised and flexed her muscles to loosen them up. 

[color=yellow]”We’ve been looking for you all over the damned place. Your family’s harder to track.”[/color] 

[color=6495ED]”Ah, well. I like to move around and keep fuckers like you guessing.”[/color] Her voice came out dry as she took several deep breaths.

[color=cyan]”Your head will fetch a pretty price, Mapenzi.”[/color] Another voice spoke and this time, it was female, coming from her right.  

Kira remained still and waited for them to strike. [color=6495ED]”With these locks, I’d hope so.”[/color] Kira taunted them and rolled her neck. 
 
Kira heard the arrow knock and ducked out of the way as it sailed over her head. She unsheathed her sword and rolled onto her side and up to stab the archer through the abdomen. More arrows whistled passed her along with a gunshot she ducked from. Kira inhaled—they were more armed than usual–and elaborate. Marek would need to know. She ducked out of the way and used the archer’s body as a shield. The man’s screams were jumbled and unintelligible speech. She pulled her dagger out and slashed his throat, then thrust him at the nearest attacker, who yelled out and fell onto the ground with disgust and struggled to throw them off of the. Blood spilled all over the dying man and the attacker. Kira hopped out of the way of another bullet. 

A man grabbed her hair and attempted to force something over her face but Kira kicked him hard in the knee and heard an audible [i]pop[/i]. He cried out and released her, falling to his knees. She whirled around and stabbed him through the throat with her dagger next and watched his blood come pouring out like a damn that had broken. She whirled around to face the attacker she’d initially spoken to and a few of them steadily holding bows or guns, but warily now. She turned and saw the person she’d tossed the archer’s body at and grinned, sensing their fear and hesitation. They weren’t fast enough but she was. 

She kicked the archer’s body off of them and grabbed the person by their head and pulled them forcefully. She then maintained eye contact and ripped his throat out with her sharpened teeth. The person screamed in agony and horror as blood rushed out, garbling their screams. As blood spilled all over her, she tossed them aside like flour. Kira grinned at them and dropped them at her feet. A pool of red formed at her feet that she relished.

[color=6495ED]”What’s wrong? You don’t want to play anymore?”[/color] She smiled maliciously and stepped toward them, taking care to step on the person’s diaphragm and cause more agony and pain. Their gasps of breath were music to her ears. [color=6495ED]”Let this be a lesson to you dipshits. Kira Mapenzi isn’t coming with you, or anyone. The next batch of hunters you send to me will receive worse.”[/color] She showed him her bloody dagger and grinned at the leader who’d been threatening her initially. For added effect, she licked the blood off the blade, causing them to pale and stare with disgust. [color=6495ED]”You want more?”[/color]

He glared furiously at her but was pale from the horrors he had witnessed. He went to speak, but looked too terrified. 

[color=6495ED]”Run along with your tail between your legs, bitch; or I’ll rip your throat out next.”[/color] She snarled and made a step toward him. 

The man and the remaining crew did just that and hightailed it out of there faster than the bullets they tried sedating her with. Kira sighed and wiped the blood off her face and looked down at her outfit. Blood was splattered all over it and onto her. She sighed in annoyance.

[color=6495ED]”This was one of my favorites,”[/color] she muttered and kicked a rock angrily. Kira’s heart raced and a cold sweat formed over her. How many Hunters were here and how soon would they return? She sighed and began pulling the dead bodies toward the nearby ocean to hide them. Although some of them were still alive, Kira still submerged them into the ocean and ignored their screams of protest and pain. She had dipped into the water to wash the blood off of her and have a moment of peace after the attack.

Once they were all gone and floating off into the horizon, and she was cleansed, Kira began heading back to the mansion, using the shadows to avoid crowns guard and people alike. [/color]