Work Up an Appetite

Disappointed she couldn't be any further, feeling boredom as there wasnt going to be bloodshed, killing nor maiming. This wasnt how Imperia worked, she was a fucking assassin, someone who killed on demand, on request. She didnt know what soft meant, what was a fight without tasting fresh? Blood? A fight for her wasnt for fun, she didnt feel fun with anything, she killed out of duty and because she was paid or the individual was to be killed on sight for any offense made. She never gave second chances.

Eyes in ice cold lurked as she marched to this fake war, if it only was real? If it was...she would be free to do what she wanted. But not today, today she would have to be a good dog, a lady. Even if she was far from being a delicate miss. Standing still, she firstly evaluated, not going into the fray just yet, she wanted to think her options first. Her collar had been sharpened for the fight, protecting her throat.

"Speech"