Boss Lady Rescue[Amaranta, Khaana]

Of all the various spiritual energies, none stood out more than the familiar pulse calling out to her in the aftermath of conflict. The wartorn plains were secondary, the group of abnormal hollows surrounding her doubly so. Was this where she had been this whole time? Where had she gone exactly? Why did she come here without filling her in on the details? What was the purpose of being a bodyguard for this foolish woman if she just went off on her own?

Nothing annoyed her more than accounting for someone else, but here she was, rushing through the continent like a blazing meteor. What an unfamiliar emotion. In the past, for a stunt like this, she would have let this stupid woman become hollow chow in a place like this. The spiritual pressure of her ressurecion was enough to burn away the hollow that attempted to follow her. allowing her to navigate the warzone as she steadily approached her target. Whatever threats awaited her would be promptly defeated as she rescued this foolish princess with a death wish. Or had she been kidnapped? So many questions, with so few answers. Where the hell was she?

As she soared through the air, mild dissatisfaction simmered in her spirits at the lack of conflict. Of course, that was a minor displeasure, and she recognized that her boss might well be in dire condition. In that regard, the lack of battle was probably a blessing in disguise. Each layer of rubble was indeed meaningless to the bronze woman as she peeled away the debris to reveal Khaana's rough form. Were it not for the pulse of spiritual pressure still emanating within her frame, she might have thought the woman dead. Whatever happened to her, it was certainly clear that these bastards got the better of her. Lifting her against her tall frame, Amaranta sat against the mountain of rubble, roughly tapping a palm against the woman's face to wake her up. The gentle approach might have been the proper option here, but tenderness was never one of her social techniques. No, when she came to, she wanted answers. After all, she had plenty of questions.

"What the hell am I doing here? Come on. You know me. With all these aberrant hollows swarming around, why wouldn't I be here? My pressing question to you is this - how the hell did you end up here? I thought protocol 101 was accompanying you during your little adventures, so what's the deal?"

Through a harshly reprimanding voice, Amaranta posed her own question regarding Khaana's presence here. Again, perhaps it was incorrect, but her insatiable curiosity hadn't allowed her to approach this with a calm air. Of course, there was the distinct possibility she may have been captured. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but neither was she foolish enough to believe Khaana would simply travel here without a game plan, without her two prizefighters who would revel in the endless thrill of combat this place presented. Sighing softly, she tilted her head as she quietly ruffled her auburn hair.

"Let's just say you've been gone longer than what I found acceptable. No returned phone calls, no texts, nothing. Now, I'd like to think you're smarter than me and the dumbass I call roommate, so what led you here? The hollows? Curiosity? A kidnapping?"

"Breach doesn't even fucking begin to describe it, Princess," the bronze woman noted with playful sharpness in her voice.

There was currently nothing that so resembled the fiery nature she quietly admired about this woman. Whatever crossed paths with her seemed to humble her to a noticeable degree. On one hand, she absentmindedly wondered about the nature of the opponent, but the revelation quickly informed her of all she needed to know. A Menos? Tch. How disappointing. She certainly enjoyed her battles with Klein and that Tigress, but the fact she missed out on clashing with such fine prey warped her current expression into a lopsided smile rife with disappointment.

"Shame. I missed out on a prime piece of meat, huh? What am I going to do with you, brat? At the very least, it looks like you tried your best to give these guys the middle finger. Time to drag your ass back home before you go expiring on me and I'm out of the streets again..."

Not that that mattered to any degree, but she had no intention of telling her that. It was all a part of her superior image, after all.

"Maybe. Prideful as I am, even I admit a Menos would've been a real pain in the ass. At least I would've gotten a thrill out of it, though."

Amaranta chortled softly as she traversed the rubble, carrying Khaana as though she embodied the title she so humored calling her. Rescuing her was a fairly routine matter, but nothing would have made it better than defeating the powerful hollow that captured her. That was always how those tales ended, right? Either way, it was old news to her now. Whether she liked it or not, this woman was her current priority.

The auburn-haired woman's current words elicited a curious expression from the bronze lioness as she carved a fissure within space, finding an ideal location where none of these abnormal creatures would follow her. Stepping through it, Amarana simply voiced her thoughts on the subject, bluntly and without bias.

"Huh... we never speak about that much, but I always found it odd how much you bothered over particulars like that. Time and again, you've always been worried about your perception in the eyes of the world at large, constantly chastising me if I did anything to compromise it... but I wonder. Why not step outside the box? Do you think the world will abandon you? Even if they do... as much as I hate to sound like a cheesy protagonist, you've always got me and that overgrown dinosaur to fall back on. Well, as long as you're filling my pockets at least."

That was oddly intimate for her to admit. Thus, she quickly rectified the nature of it by simply filling her nearly unconscious mind with the thought that this was purely a business relationship with its fair share of pleasantries.

But had that truly been the case all this time? Whatever. It wasn't important right now.

"Let's go home. Your fangirl has likely been worried sick about you, your highness."