kicking names and taking ass

Strutting into the Deluge like a rooster, Dantalian was feeling mighty big and brave. In her head danced visions of vengeance. She pictured herself standing tall and proud over a pile of squalling heathens. Maybe even rubbing their tear stained faces in the dirt for good measure. She would kick 'em in the butt and send them running home to their mommies. They would be sorry. She'd show them! They'd rue the day they chose to mess with the mighty Abraxas! Rue it!

A familiar obstacle leaped into her path. It was like deja vu all over again. Affronted, Dantalian gaped up at Fel for a second. Last time she'd been too surprised to mount a good defense. This time she had words. She shook her head sharply in exasperation then huffed, "Not you again! Are you following me? Don't you have something better to do? None of this was meant to be rude despite what it may have sounded like. Dantalian was asking out of genuine curiosity. It seemed fair to ask since this was the second time her aunt had leaped seemingly out of nowhere to stop her.

Puffing out her chest, she added, "I have very important business out there. Family business." She paused, then repeated herself for effect, "It's very important."