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Interactions: Large man trying to tell her what to do [@Cosmic], Tiefling taking leadership [@FernStone]
[code]Outfit: Wet and starting to freeze[/code]
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Mannie had enjoyed not taking orders the past few months - going where she wanted, doing what she wanted, bound only by her oath (and the chain that signified it). It was nice not to have to listen to some preaching prick prattling on about how it was [i]immoral to kill these people[/i] and [i]immoral not to kill these people[/i]. Now that Armageddon had resolved to strike, however, she was quite happy when someone else decided to start handing out orders. Her instinct was to unheroically cut and run, but her oath would have her ass if she did that. So, letting a couple of more capable women tell her what to do was A-OK with her.

She was a little less A-OK with the giant calling dibs on the closer folks in need and telling her to kick rocks - she wasn't a misandrist, just a bit of a dyke. If someone was gonna tell her what to do, she wanted them to at least have a pretty voice. And if she was being honest, she [i]really[/i] wanted an excuse to fight him. He was bigger than her, so he'd probably be a helluva lot more fun to practice on than a punching bag. With a chilly huff, she kicked a stray tankard under the door to prop it open and ventured out into the cold, almost running over Dev. 

[color=B30D11]"Picked quite a day to wander away from home, little fox,"[/color] she said after a quick curse at having nearly squashed the poor thing. She hoisted up by the neck, preparing to toss it onto the laps of the recovering honeymooners. Feeling its warm fur against her skin, though, she paused. The chattering of her teeth needed to be addressed, especially as she could feel her clothes stiffening around her. And the fox would make for one hell of a scarf…

Mannie draped the animal over her shoulders, its little legs a whirlwind of scratching made immediately worth the pain by the warmth of the critter. Mannie’s teeth grinded to a halt. She was more comfortable with pain than she was with cold, so this arrangement was fine by her. 

The red flash from earlier - Mannie could see now that it was a tiefling woman - directed her to her mark. A balding man lay strewn across the ground. He was only half buried, but the rubble that covered him waist down was heavy enough to warrant aid. Mannie began to discard the masonry, revealing the man's legs underneath. [i]And man, were they fucked up.[/i] She saw less skin than she did split meat and splintered bones, flattened nearly beyond recognition. Mannie wasn't a stranger to gore, but the sight nearly turned her stomach. The man let out a cry as Mannie picked him up, one hand under his back and the other cradling his thighs.

Once she made her way back to the tavern, she put the man down. She was more careful with him than she had been with the newlyweds, though perhaps not quite as careful as the man would have liked based on his mewling. The fox, too, was quickly becoming more trouble than it was worth, leading Mannie to lift it by the neck once more and place it inside. 

[color=B30D11]"Don't let the little ingrate run back into the chaos,"[/color] she told the one man incapable of doing anything if it did, earning only a groan of pain as affirmation. Moments later, she was outside once more, turning her face up to the spotlit tiefling and shouting, [color=B30D11]"ready for the next one, boss!"[/color]