Neckless.The Twins.Spirik.Six of the Bloody Nine were already dead. Four to her blade. But none had died with any real satisfaction. None had put up a fight. And it was the fight she craved. The bloody pummelling of their bodies. The thrill of cutting them to ribbons while spitting her hate in their faces. Revenge, she knew, wasn't meant to be easy.She needed Raste. Needed him dead.But she was close now. So close she could almost smell him. A Flaw in the Glass and Entrance Exam in her fists, the elf's face was twisted in fury as she sprinted down the street. There were three steps leading up the porch. There might as well have been none. Her shoulder blades rippled as something felt like it walked over the skin, but the hate screaming in her veins kept her mind firmly focussed on the heavy doors barring her way.With a shriek of rage, she smashed her boot hard into the door. The vibration thundered up her heel and leg as the lock shattered and door cracked as it exploded inward. The kick had perhaps been overkill, and she found herself losing her footing as she tumbled through the doorway into the open bar.It was nicely decked out, she thought.
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