Come On, Give Me That Fire!

She had been healing for the past few weeks following the raid, despite losing in her last round. She didn't feel any sort of discouragement or self-pity. In fact, this had fueled in her a sensation never felt before. A fire that consumed her. She had still to avenge her father against those idiots. Who thought themselves big enough to attack small packs. Her youth made her ignore her own mortality and safety for her all that mattered right now was making them pay at whatever costs. Pain wasn't enough and she was ready for more. She arrived. "They will pay," She commented without hesitation, always honest with how she felt towards something or someone. She took a seat by her brother Jericho.

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