Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24123288-20140223003524

"Burn you bastard..." Mikasa muttered, laughing to herself as the screams coming from Bellator only grew in pitch and loudness. She cast her gaze over him while the two Shadows from before made themselves known to the world, intimidating and scaring off the rest of her would be captors.

Not so brave after all...One of them whispered in her head, sounding slightly dissappointed as well as bored.

"I don't care." The Breton mumbled in response. "As long as he doesn't survive the fire, I'll be satisfied."

''What happened to burning them all? Don't you want even greater power? Power that will help you make Petra see sense... ''

"You can give that to me?" Mikasa asked quietly.

Oh yes...For the small price of a few lives....

The Shadow was of course, lying, but it needed to keep Mikasa using her skills as much as she could. For the more often she used them, the less human she became. Less a human and more like him...

"A few lives for Petras? Easy choice..." Mikasa mumbled, turning her back on the still screaming, blackened beyond recognition body of Bellator. She glanced up at the few remaining stragglers inside the inn as the fire began to rage as strong as the rage she held for Kaizen. They had heard what she had said and turned to run for the door, only to have it be blocked by a Shadow, not knowing what to do, they turned back to Mikasa, begging for their lives.

"Please! I have a family! My wife needs me!"

Mikasa tilted her head, no remorse shown in her eyes. "So? Mines need me." The remaining Patrons of The Lonely Suitor Lodge began to cry as they realised that there was no escape until one cocky old man strutted up to her, smirk on his face.

"Well, you are trapped here to aren't you? Looks like you'll die with all of us!" He said with a voice full of confidence, crossing his arms as a smug grin appeared on his face.

Quick as a flash, the veteran patron was staring down the blades of two swords. One belong to Mikasa and the other held in the hand of the Shadow that wasn't blocking the door.

"Foolish man..." They said at the same time. "Don't you see that the Shadows..." That Mikasa..."are my allies?"

The Breton smirked this time, thrusting forwards with her sword, the Shadow following her every move as the veteran felt two swords go through his neck. The last thing he saw was the small Breton woman standing beside the tall Shadow Soldier, her laughter ringing through his head as his world faded to black...

"C'mon!" Mikasa decided. "Time to leave. I have an old friend I need to see in Cheydinhal."

And with that, Mikasa passed through the Shadow guarding the door and walked out into the marshy streets of Bravil, smiling to herself as the smoke began to rise out of The Lonely Suitor Lodge.

"Time to get my knowledge of the elements back."