"Who Wants To Fight?!" [Private, Henrex]

WC: 910


Now she is the very epitome of disappointed, annoyed, and bored. There was nothing to do and still no one around to fight. She couldn’t find any wrong dooers for once too, only adding on to the very obvious sense of annoyance that the female was growing. So she’s left to her own device and to, despite having no luck in the process, continue to look. A hero who just gave up after a few disappoints is not a real hero by any means! So to put it simply, one could say that in a sense her search had began to intensify.

And yet again, the flavor of disappointment being no different t her, she was still able to find little to nothing. Hope dashed and her hunger awaken, she was close to stopping by a pastry shop to get a few treats. Then she heard the gut wrenching scream coming from a distance.

“HE’S GETTING AWAY!”

Could be no other than a robbery, which was initially the first thought that ended up hitting her head. Upon noticing this the female turned towards the man running away with what could be assumed to be a bag of stolen goods. She had no idea what the goods where, nor did she know why someone would rob anything without being armed and having no get away car. But this wasn’t the time to think too hard about that, as the female had to dish out some level of physical punishment to bring him to a halt.

So the moment he was within reach, both of her hands quickly shot out to grab one of his arms and forcing him to drop the bag full of goods. One of her own hands let go of the limb and quickly unleashed three surprisingly powerful and quick punches straight ( at least by a human standard) straight to his face. Leaving his nose bloody and his face battered up, as the same hand that ended up grabbing him aims to throw him to the ground. Her foot was raised and then brought right down on his back, as the burglar was overpowered in what would seem to be a matter of seconds. People around naturally clapped as the authorities eventually came.

Gattling picked up the bag to figure out what he stole and actually giggled at the absurdity of it all: it seem to just be..donuts. She knew the people around here were picky, so she could see them letting out such loud screams in utter anger of getting their food stolen from them, that’s their money after all! The bag was returned the lady who had ran the shop, who happily offered one of the sweet treats to Gattling.

“R-really? Is that okay?!”

“Hmmm! You’re every bit as sweet as your father was!”

Her cheeks turned a faint tint of red as she could only nod, going to grab the pastry as she began to dig into the strawberry filled donut. Whilst walking out she couldn’t help but wander and think about her own father. The questions kept arising in her head if he’d be proud of her for all of the things that she has done up until now, if he’s looking down at her and smiling. Her sister might have been crazy enough to believe that some form of life in the afterlife was possible that wasn’t just heaven, but Gattling thought that was a lie. That at the worse case maybe some kind of demon shows up that resembles her father, and they try to use that as leverage thinking that means she’ll take it easy on them. Little would they know how utterly aggressive she was with him as he was back with her. She wasn’t some spoiled daffodil that didn’t know how to throw a punch, she knew how to do that and then some. The redhead was all kinds of prepared for combat from any direction with anybody, she just hasn’t seen any one truly worth fighting just yet.

It wasn’t until after a bit of walking she would have finally discovered that she was now officially outside of the city, no longer being in it and letting out a mental sigh. She finished the pastry in one big gulp and then proceeded to look around. Perhaps at the best she would be able to find something like a wild boar to fight! But instead what she ended up seeing was a lot different.

She heard a thud and then met eyes with a male who just looked kind of off to her. His gaze seethed with so much edge it should be considered a lethal weapon. Nonetheless now she’s thrilled, because she has the feeling she’s about to party. Someone looking like this outside of town? Doesn’t matter if he can fight. He better be ready, because she’s certainly not even a little scared.

“ Hey you, Dark Lord! The name’s Gattling Galeon, and I got a hunch you ain’t got no business being around here.

So introduce yourself. I like to take the names of the people’s asses I beat, and with a face like that you ain’t just crusin’ for a bruising, you damn near accelerating for it.”



Her intense, fiery red gaze fell right upon him. Now she’s ready, she can feel it. The rush of combat already swept her over and she is all kinds of happy to get started.



Watch me dad!