The Wolf of Wan Street

Mirja picked Nemesis up and got out of the hole, before sniffing. Her ears twitched, she caught the way the wind was blowing, and then took off. So incredibly fast that the surroundings became nothing but a blur. Mirja sat at the top of the speedsters in the world. Maybe the bottom of the top, or slightly above the bottom of the top, but certainly sat at the top. How fast she could move was incredible, and being carried by her, Nemesis would probably get a solid view of just how outclassed she was in that fight, and just how much Mirja had been playing with her before taking her down.

"Mad? Why would I be mad? Sure, I need to help you get control of whatever the hell just happened there, but you don't have anything to hurt me if you tried all week. I destroyed my cabin, and I destroyed your spine. I'm going to get a lecture on how badly I destroyed that thing. So no, I am not mad. Or alternatively yes I am incredibly mad but that isn't your fault. My fury is literally a beast of it's own, and your interaction with it changes naught. So there is nothing for to be mad about" She told Nemesis.

And then they appeared in a city. Taking Nemesis to a house, and knocking, an old and cranky looking man answered. Scowling wordlessly at Mirja, and then walking away, she entered with her crippled princess, and laid her down on a bed. Wasting no time, the old man placed his hands on her torso for a few seconds. A thrumming feel entered Nemesis, before he looked to Mirja.
"What the hell did you do to her?" he asked in an angry voice.
"Tundra Lotus is a mean bitch" she replied. And got a pot thrown at her. Which she caught. "Just fix her, ya cranky bastard"