Stranger in this Town {Rygdea}

Tonight you'll hear my battle cry

We fight to live and we live to fight

Oh bloody hell.

“Ma’am, please put down your weapon-“ “Hell no! You snot nosed bra-“ “Ma’am, please put it down. I’m sure we can settle this easily.” His soothing voice did nothing to the lithe dragoon that stood in front of the two men. In fact, if it did anything at all, it just made her angrier. “Don’ ya ‘ma’am’ me. I want a damned explanation fer why my beautiful Gran Pulse is still a wannabe Cocoonian land. And it’d better be a damned good explanation, or I’ll rip it down and stomp on the ashes!” Her voice was seething by the time she ended her little rant, eyes narrowed to slits while she stared at the two men - acting more like whipped puppies - in front of her. “Ma’a-…er…Miss, I don’t see anything wrong with Academia-.” “Nothin’ wrong?!”, she nearly shouted at him, before snapping her lance back and taking him by the shirt collar with one hand. “Why ya’ piss poor attempt at a soldier, don’ ya’ dare say ya’ don’ see what the hell is wrong with this picture!” “But I don’t see what’s wrong wi-“ His whine was quickly cut off when she twisted his collar to cut off his words and actually picked him up off the ground. “Ma’am! Put him down! We can settle this peacefully, we just need you to cooperate!”

Tossing her head back slightly, Fang let loose a snort and bodily tossed the man in her grasp down at the feet of the first man. “I’d sooner rot!”, she spat at him. “The hell allowed my Gran Pulse ta continue ta' be this shit hole anyway? Ya’ don’ have the brains ta’ do it, so bloody tell me who the hell did!” “Ma’am, it was-“ “I told ya not ta’ call me ma’am! Stupid Cocoonians, the hell do you think you are anyway? A god? ‘Cause ya’ sure ain’t big enough ta’ be one. Actually, are ya even out of diapers yet?” Placing a hand on her hip, she muttered under her breath. “Soft, they’re all too damned soft.”

Turning her gaze away from the two men, she studied the area she was in. “Ya know, I moight jus’ start with that one.”, she said, motioning toward a building close by. With that she turned heel and started swaggering toward the buildings that lined the street. “Uh-huh, damned ugly if ya ask me. Moight need a little reconstruction!” How dare they do this to her Gran Pulse?! How dare they. Who did they think they were anyway? Fang heard the footsteps behind her of course, but she didn’t think they’d actually be dumb enough to-

“Mupgh.” A moment later one of them had jumped on her back with his arms around her neck. “I CAN’T LET YOU DO THAT!” With a low growl in her throat, Fang tucked her shoulder in and rolled him off her back until he was dangling by her neck. Placing a hand on his neck and squeezing tightly, Fang jerked her knee up to his groin, effectively making him yelp and let go of her. A moment later she had her lance snapped shut and was about to give him a lights out with her lance blade to the chin when the second man jumped her. Did these damned idiots not learn a thing? “Get offa me!”, she spat, before jerking her elbow into his gut and following that motion by taking him by the uniform and bodily throwing him off of her. By that time the first had gained his feet and was running at her. Rolling her eyes, Fang stepped to the side and kicked him away from her, causing him to land with a heavy ‘thud’. Picking up the one she’d thrown, Fang started to drag him toward the kicked one, with him sputtering and flailing to try and escape. “Shut…up.”, she finally muttered, before tossing him in the air. Just as quickly she jumped after the man, caught him by the uniform and slammed him down on top of the other man, hearing them both start cursing. Landing on bent knees, Fang had just picked them both up by their collars – one in each hand – and was about to knock their heads together, when she picked up her gaze and happened to see some figures walking toward her. “Oh goodie.” Tossing them both to the side, one on top of another, Fang dusted off her hands and placed them on her hips while she waited for the figures to reach her.

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Tagged : Fang | Words : 900-ish | Notes : IT RETURNS.

Rygdea could have busted out in laughter when he’d first taken the report. The words creeping across the screen of his datapad had been simple and to the point: We need help with a woman with a lance in the Alexandrian District. Send backup. If it wasn’t bad enough that two grown men – two grown patrolmen, for crying out loud – had needed to ask for help handling a woman all on her lonesome, the fact that they’d sent the missive as a general request for aid managed to really lead to them deserving every single ounce of hazing they were more than likely going to get from their peers when they got back to their station.

Rygdea had bothered to fly himself and his men out to the district with one of the squad shuttles, and as he made a beautiful act of slowing the ship and angling it in for the landing pad in the middle of the district, where the woman was supposedly causing all sorts of problems, he couldn’t help but let his face tear into a grin again. Once the ship had been set down, he retained an amused expression on his face as he nabbed his rifle from behind his seat and swung around to join with his pair of soldiers, one a man nearly Rygdea’s own age with a close-trimmed head of early, graying hair and a young woman with her dark hair up in a tight bun that prematurely aged her. Rygdea gave them both a rather sarcastic wink of his eye as he stepped past to lead the way onto the street. ”I guess we finally get ta see if Pulse’s really got no fury like a woman scorned,” he told the both of them, earning a roll of the eyes from one and a hearty chuckle from the other before he pushed open the door and dropped onto the pavement, rubbing at the back of his head.

Picking out the right street, Rygdea turned and motioned his head for the other two to follow him, leading the way down the street towards their destination. Well, something was going on around that corner. Rygdea could hear enough grunts even over the constant noise on the Academic streets that he thought he might have been walking into one of those cheap wrestling productions that they had put on at the stadium before the chaos. The place was being used as an expansive shelter now, but that fact was irrelevant to the current task at hand. Rygdea stretched his sharp ears for the sound of any voice that sounded remotely Pulsian in nature, and especially one that had a particularly appealing, heavy rasp to it. Eh, if he did hear one, it was because he was hoping he heard it, not because it was actually available to hear. Just because people said the woman looked interesting didn't mean it was Fang. 

Damn, did Rygdea miss those times back in the day on the Lindblum before everything had gone to Pulse in a handbasket. Raines was too busy to keep Fang occupied for most hours of the day, so it had been Rygdea who’d ended up “stuck” with her, as if he’d call spending two-thirds of his day with the most exotic lady he’d ever had a chance to meet being “stuck.” They’d both gotten to know each other pretty well during that time – not as well as Rygdea might have liked, but good enough for a man and woman stuck in the middle of a war between fal’Cie and l’Cie. Rygdea had always hoped that something would come around that got Fang out of that crystal tower along with that little friend of hers, whether it would be something scientific that Hope developed or just some natural phenomenon. Rygdea had no idea if a process like that would work, if Hope got a chance to try it at all. For all the pilot knew, Fang was still encased, rather beautifully, in a shell of crystal up there near Cocoon.

As he rounded the corner, though, and spotted a mane of dark locks, a pair of week-long legs, and a couple policemen – pretty good-sized policemen – being basically held up in the air by the nape of their uniforms, Rygdea realized that Hope had really been leaving him out of the loop.

The widest of grins crossed the pilot’s face, and he picked up his pace immediately. Rygdea almost didn’t want to arrive too soon, though, content to watch the Pulsian perform her work on the jackasses that had been dumb enough to cross her in the first place. It seemed like once she’d spotted Rygdea’s tiny squad approaching, though, that she was done with the two worthless policemen, and after waving a hand behind him to tell the other two members of his squad to stand down completely, he stepped up to the little scene, the grin still on his face and his gun moving promptly to recline casually on his shoulder. ”Heya, Fang,” he began, taking her in. ”Didn’t I have ta come hogtie ya for beatin’ up my men once already?”

Tonight you'll hear my battle cry

We fight to live and we live to fight

Once the struggling imps were out of her grasp, Fang reached back for the large lance that rested on her back. With that out, she rested the edge of the twisted blade ends on the concrete and placed the other hand on her hips. Hell, if these other soldiers...or officers - whatever the hell they called themselves - wanted a fight, she would be happy to accommodate them. She'd started out this day with a drink - one of the only ways she could survive a walk through Academia - and she was itching to release a little bit of rage and steam. It was just bonus points that it happened to be previous Cocoon citizens thinking they owned the place. If they owned the place, Gran Pulse wasn't worth living anymore.

When one of the men groaned and started to stir, Fang shifted over until she was beside him. Lifting a leg, she settled the sole of her foot in the middle of his back and pushed him back down to the ground. "Do me a favor an' stay down. Yer loife'll be a hell of a lot easier if ya' don' move for the next few minutes." Groaning again, he was forced to relax with his face against the pavement while the police officers advanced. With the sun beating down on her, Fang waited patiently for them to pick up the pace and get within speaking range. This anger of hers, the desire to rip Academia down had been building ever since she had been brought to life again. Only various people, and knowing their feelings on the subject, had stopped her from actually doing so. But now...now she would do it, and they could just like it. Who the hell had given them permission to screw up her beloved home?

The voice behind her nearly sent the Pulsian into an early grave. Blinking rapidly - and convincing herself she was hearing things, Fang slowly stepped off the officer and turned around. Once she did see him, Fang all but forgot about the officers that had been approaching her. Her eyebrows shot up and she simply stared in almost fascination. Moments later, she was busy convincing herself that she was seeing Rygdea in front of her because she'd been drinking too damn much lately. Hell, that could really be the only explanation, couldn't it? Still, his words brought a wolfish grin to her face. "Don' get cute with me Cowboy." Taking in his appearance - from the lack of armor, to the gun slung cockily over his shoulder, to the grin on his lips. Hell, she'd rather he be doing something else with them than that grin he had settled with. "Ry, I swear ta' Etro..." Or whoever the hell was running things now. "Oh hell, I have been drinking too much.", she muttered out.

But his words caused her spine to straighten. "Hell if ya' ever hogtied me properly, Rygdea." With a smirk twisting it's way up to her lips, Fang replaced her hand on her hip and pointedly scanned him from his toes to his eyes again. "I'm sure I would'a remembered somethin' that exciting happenin'." She hadn't, after all, ever gotten that drunk on her time upon the Lindblum. "But yer welcome ta' try it again anytime ya' want." The promise sparkling in her eyes spoke of her meaning. Hell, out of all the men in this place - if they could be called 'men' - there wasn't one that could instantly conjure up the same thoughts that this one could, and without even touching her.

"Ma'am, put your weapon down."

Oh hell, she'd forgotten about the damned officers. Glancing over her shoulder at them, Fang tilted her head back quickly. "Sod off."

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Tagged : Fang | Words : 739 | Notes : He's not plotting where he can find rope at all. 

Here he was trying not to break out in a fever over who he might find beating up a bunch of Academic lackeys because he might just get disappointed, and Rygdea found her here anyway, fearsome as she ever was and about twice as beautiful, though the three years since he'd seen her might have added to the beauty part. Damn, he had questions in every little crack of his mind that he needed answered to explain to him what she was doing alive and well again, but he would have been just fine standing here and looking her over for the next day or two with the same silly grin on his face. Heck, listening to her voice for all that time wouldn't be half-bad, either, and the grin only widened when she spoke up. Sounded like she was hella surprised to see him just as much as he was to see her. "Dunno any other way to be," he joked, shrugging the shoulder without the rifle. He wondered if she knew how long it had been since the whole fall of Cocoon happened, because he remembered last time, she hadn't had a clue until he and Raines had told her. "Can't say I learned all that much in three years," he added as an aside, to fish just a little and see how she'd react. Happy as he was to see her, he didn't know what kind of state she was in right now. It was better he checked first before doing something that threw her off too much.

If she was as good in other was as she looked or sounded, though, she was fine - probably could have walked right out of the city and gone to slay a dozen lobos without breaking a sweat. He definitely wouldn't have minded a little sweat on that body of hers, though. His mind had long gone to thoughts that would have made the uptight soldiers behind him blush even before either of them had brought up the word hogtie, but boy did those thoughts get to an all-new level once she picked up on his comment and took off with it. She had a knack for knowing what he was thinking even back before they'd really gotten to know each other, and it seemed that hadn't changed. Rygdea chuckled a few times and scratched at his cheek as he stepped lazily towards her. "I got a couple hours an' an office to call my own nowadays to give us a little...private time," he told her as he looked her in the face again, mischief in his eyes. "Find me some rope an' we'll work up somethin' you won't have ta worry about forgettin'." Rygdea would have been just fine to grab Fang, turn around to get back in the shuttle, and leave all these jokers behind to get back to his office for that action. But, hey, maybe he was getting ahead of himself. She'd just gotten back.

Speaking of these jokers, Rygdea just shook his head at one of the officers behind Fang speaking up again like he was really gonna get a chance to arrest her. Rygdea trotted up in front of Fang, peering over her shoulder and raising a hand to deter the lot of them. "Look, I shouldn't have ta tell ya, but stand down, alright?" The officer immediately looked like Rygdea had just kicked his cat and stepped forward desperately, mouth running. "But...our orders!" Well, they had just been beaten into the ground by the sexiest woman they'd been lucky enough to meet their whole lives, so he guessed their dignity was at an all-time low right now. Rygdea could work on that problem. "I just changed 'em. Don't go gettin' a chip on yer shoulders 'bout it bein' a woman who threw you on yer ass, 'cause she's whipped mine a few times too," he told them, firmly, and they looked like they were gonna listen since they shut their mouths and stopped in their tracks. Right, some people around here could still listen - surprise, surprise.

And now that they were taken care of, Rygdea could focus on the woman now only a couple feet in front of him, and whew, did those big eyes of hers look good from here. He gazed into them, the smirk returning. "Back to that office then, girly?"

My battle cry

So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones to fight this thing, until we've won

Somehow she didn't doubt his words about not knowing any other way to be. Tossing some of her hair over her shoulder in a wild fashion, Fang gave him a wolfish grin, her eyes hungrily taking him in again. "Why yer so damned appealing.", she finally grumbled out. The look in her eyes was far from upset - holding more of a promise than anything else. It had been a long few years, damn it. And here he was, ready and willing. Fang doubted heavily that he'd gone and got himself a little wife and a beachfront property in the...three years since Cocoon had fallen. "Heh...yeah, roight. Three years." She forgot not everyone remembered every other damn thing they'd been through. Her time as the leader of Monoculus flitted back in her mind. Lightning...Vanille...the rest. Sobering, that everyone but the ten of them thought that nothing but three years had passed. "I've been awake fer a lot longer than that, cowboy.", she finally answered. She supposed she could explain a bit later what she meant. "Only been three years this toime, an' the place still looks loike shit. The hell did ya' let the kid get away with makin' Gran Pulse look loike this?"

When she glanced at him from the side, it was easy to tell that his thoughts were far from what the condition of Gran Pulse was. She quirked an eyebrow - even then feeling her own response to that look. Hell, he'd better not have gotten himself a wife, because Fang would have to take back what was hers - and it seemed a pity to waste Rygdea on some simpering little Cocoonian. All that rugged tied down to a prissy brat. Hell, he sure didn't care about her if he did, because he hadn't lost his touch with her - quite literally. "Ya' got some brandy hidden away in this office a' yers?", she asked with a quirked brow. " 'Cause if yer gonna talk me out of burnin' Academia to the ground an' stompin' on her ashes, I'll need a drink." With a shrug, Fang grinned wickedly over at him, liking his ideas more and more. "I could use some convincing."

She felt a high disappointment when they were interrupted. Fang glared at the idiot that had done so, and was surprised that he didn't turn tail and flee as soon as he could. He didn't look all that excited about the prospect of tangling with her, but she had to admit she was impressed he had stuck it out even after she'd told him to leave. Took guts to try and order her around. She had placed a hand on her hip and was about to get to telling him where he could shove his orders, when Rygdea went ahead and took care of the situation. Hell, he always had been able to do this whole military dance better than she could. She'd have beaten the soldiers into the ground and told them to get the hell out of her way before she would have tried to reason with them. Her wide grin accompanied Rygdea's explanation. Hell, sure she had beaten him a few times, but he'd given her a run for her money considering. Besides, he could restrain her any other way he wanted. They still looked a bit hesitant - and surprised, but there was no doubt they would be following his orders. Seemed a bit easier to take with Rygdea admitting she'd whipped his ass. "An' he enjoyed it.", she added with the same reckless grin.

As they left, Fang quirked an eyebrow and turned to Rygdea. "Next toime you should let me beat their asses. They need ta' get whipped by a woman once in their loives if they're ever gonna grow up." He destracted her with words of his office. "Etro tell me ya' don' have a woife and kids runnin' around, Cowboy. I'd hate ta' steal ya away from her." Fang would, of course, she didn't have much shame. She returned to his side with a bit more sway in her hips than usual and rested her lance to its place on her back.

Notes: None! Wearing: Soon to be nothing < still accurate Setting: Random Academia place Tagged: Rygdea Words: 736

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It took every bit of decency in Rygdea's body for him not to make a joke about how Fang should get to "a-peeling" off his clothes as a retort to her grumbled line, but instead he just snickered into his chest at the idea of the line and kept it to himself to keep these youngsters around from turning red as Fang's lance. He flashed them all a glance, sly smile remaining on his face, before his attention returned fully to the Pulsian beauty he hadn't been expecting to see for...who the hell knew how long. That smile did falter just the slightest bit, though, as he mentioned how long it had been since she'd been awake, because of the way she answered him, acting like three years wasn't really how long she'd been awake. Now, Rygdea wasn't all that good with numbers, but he was pretty damn sure that it had been three years since the fall of Cocoon. The calendar he looked at every morning told him as much, even if he didn't keep up with all the years himself. Rygdea wasn't going to overthink the whole thing - not as happy as he was to see this woman - but he did have to wonder if he'd missed something in translation that went right over his head. "Ah...somethin' I should know, or will it just gimme a headache?"

And there was the Fang he knew. Back on Raines' ship, he'd never gotten tired of listening to her rants about how people in Cocoon lived half the life that people did on Gran Pulse. He wasn't at all surprised to hear her with something to say about the way Gran Pulse was looking just like Cocoon in these parts. The same confusion from before persisted a little when she asked him about the kid, but all he could assume was that she meant Hope. Maybe she had seen him sometime since she'd woken up. It really, really sounded like the kid wasn't telling him a thing, lately. He shrugged good-naturedly. "Hope's got more brains than he knows what to do with," Rygdea commented, a bit of pride in his voice. Bartholomew's talk about Hope's talents were starting to get to him. "Might'a stopped him from turnin' the place into Palumpolum two point oh if I knew what the hell he was talkin' about half the time." It was crazy to think Hope was already done with school and training to take over a director position at the Academy. He should have still been that overly optimistic little kid asking questions about how the Lindblum flew. Funny how things changed.

And funny how things stayed the same. Rygdea broke into a belly laugh and finally dropped his gun from his shoulder long enough to shift it into the crook of his arm when his mention of an office got Fang wondering if he had any alcohol for her to drink. He remembered, back on the Lindblum, he'd kept him a little supply of brandy in his locker where Raines would never catch sight of it back before he'd become his lieutenant, and then after his promotion, he'd made the supply a little bit bigger. Fang and a few loyal troops had found out about it, but they were about it. Lucky for Fang, that supply had gotten even bigger. "That's the rumor," he answered her, noncommittally, with a smirk. "How 'bout we head back there an' find out?" He had a pretty good feeling she wouldn't turn him down unless Vanille was being held over a fire somewhere, and his face showed it as he stepped up to her.

He just about wished he'd made these jackass kids red in the face when he'd had the chance, and they might have left him and Fang alone. Instead, they had to start acting like they were doing real, quality police work trying to take Fang in when their superior officer was standing right here talking to her like the old friend she was. Rygdea had the experience now to know what to say to them to get them to calm down and act like they had a brain in their heads, but the fact that he had to say something was bad enough in the first place. At least they had the sense to back down, and Rygdea was reminded of more than a few times Fang just about wore him out back after he'd first captured her. He flashed her a quick wink in the middle of his serious expression at the lawmen that nobody but her got to see.

Right, now that the diaper brigade was leaving with their tails between their legs, Rygdea could get on to the serious business. He flashed Fang a quick look about her whipping their asses, not having to say much of anything because both of them knew that, in a place like Academia and with a woman like Fang, she'd be beating down authority figures right and left. It was a damn good thing Rygdea had taken this job... He was probably the one person in all Academia who knew that these hotshots needed a good whipping sometimes, and if Fang could give it to them, there wasn't anyone better to do it. "You'll get yer chance, trust me," was all he told her, a twinkle in his eye.

And now she'd just taken to crazy talk. Rygdea laughed aloud for a few seconds at a mention of a wife and kids. Now, he wasn't completely against settling down sometime, if the right woman came along, he'd always told himself. Heck, he'd like it ten times better than trying to run this Academy military and have underaged trainees try to shove their boobs in his face every now and then. Ever since Cocoon, though, Rygdea hadn't been able to get this woman at his side now off his mind. Once a guy met a woman like Fang - spirited, sly, strong, lithe, and lovely - it was kind of hard not to compare other women to her, and those other women didn't stack up to even half of what Fang had to offer. He might've been getting ahead of himself thinking about her like she was ripe for the picking, but the two of them had sure gotten close back on the Lindblum. Maybe it was time Rygdea started seeing how someone tamed a Pulsian huntress, because he sure as hell couldn't take his eyes off of her every part - that toned stomach had his attention right this second, but it'd be another part of her soon. "Nope. I'm an easy steal. Sorry ta disappoint - I know you'd have loved to wrestle her right out the door, wouldn't ya?" He motioned his head to the ship as he spoke and started trotting off in that direction, returning his gun to his shoulder. He gestured for the two soldiers to pile back in as he did so. "What about you?", he asked, looking sneaky. "Lightning's chest didn't get too enticin' while you were under Cocoon, did it?" It was obviously a joke, since he knew she'd seen Lightning's brand plastered apparently right in the middle of her chest. He actually wished Fang's was in a place like that aside from on her upper arm...

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Fang kept forgetting that only the handful of them knew what the hell had actually gone on. Well shit. But did it really matter if Rygdea was left in the dark? It might be better to let him know about what had happened, and prepare him for what was going to still come in the future. After all, even though the two goddess had stepped into Etro's place, they weren't out of this mess by a long shot. "Both. Ya' buy the drinks, an' I'll tell ya what the hell's happening." It was probably best he knew. Intense gaze flickered over his figure for a second before she turned back to the approaching squad of babies that thought they were soldiers. She could have manhandled them all when she was barely out of diapers herself with no sweat, but then...they had grown up a whole hell of a lot tougher on Gran Pulse than they grew 'em on Cocoon. While she couldn't really blame them for being weak, she sure as hell didn't have to coddle them. The only way they would grow up or toughen up, was if someone forced them. The job might be a little fun - if only for the excuse to beat up on some remnants of a place and memories she didn't exactly cherish. Maybe in a few generations of living on Gran Pulse, they would actually make something of themselves. One thing Fang knew for sure, by the time her grandchildren were running around, there had better be some damned good blood for them to pass on their prowess.

One thing she knew for certain as she paced side to side - her eyes still on the approaching boys. She'd been anxious to tear this place down from the first moment she laid eyes on it - and while that hadn't changed, Fang would admit her temper was softening a little bit. She grunted in response to his comment about Hope's brains. "He should use 'em less for makin' Cocoon take two an' more for somethin' that won't make me want ta' rip the whole place apart." Fang wouldn't deny that Hope had brains - his ideas and projects left her head swimming - but she didn't exactly agree with everything he had made with them. Academia, for instance. But hell, as long as they didn't cover the whole damned planet, she supposed she could let it slide.

What she wouldn't let slide, was getting a drink in exchange. Rygdea should know how lucky he was that all it took to calm her down was a good bottle of brandy and some convincing she was sure he could handle. It'd been a hell of a long time since she'd had the opportunity, and Rygdea had spoiled her - she would admit it. Amazing, how someone from Cocoon had ultimately been the man that had captured and held her attention longer than anyone ever had. "Heh, don't tempt me ta' run off before I can show these boys a trick or two." That he could get her to entertain the idea at all was a feat - one he should be proud of.

Unfortunately, Rygdea got them to leave without trying to fight her. Her lip curved until it held somewhat of a disappointed look, but she respected his decision not to let her kill them for their insolence and just stood back while he got them to run. The disappointed look turned into a gleam of appreciation. "They won't always have you ta' back 'em down." As much as she respected Rygdea's decisions, Fang wasn't about to let weak boys like this run across Gran Pulse acting like they owned the place. It was good to put people in their place once in a while. Besides, they hadn't undergone the rite of passage into manhood yet anyway. They were on Gran Pulse now, things operated a little differently than Cocoon. In the world down under, they did their celebrating and drinking after they'd nearly gotten themselves killed, not before. After she'd strung them up naked with nothing more than a tamed wyvern and a blade on the ground, and told them to get loose and take down an angry ochu, she might respect them a little more. And that was a whole hell of a lot more agreeable than her rite of passage had been. All Fang had gotten was a dagger and a pair of shoes. The memory sparked a wicked smirk to rise onto her lips. Those had been the days.

There were better things to put her mind to however, and Rygdea was the obvious thing. "Heh, I'd rather wrestle you out the door.", she retorted slyly. Her own limbs lifted into a jog to follow him, ducking into the ship and watching the two soldiers that came with. She quirked her mouth at his comment about Lightning. "Nah, Loight's chest is nothin' ta' brag about. Didn't get me for more than a second.", she responded lightly. The look one of the soldiers gave her out of the corner of their eyes brought a full blown smile to her face. She waited for him to say something, but he seemed to decide it wasn't worth it and turned away. Smart man. "The whole cold as ice isn't exactly my thing, either. I like 'em hot blooded and rarin' ta go." Shifting, Fang leaned against the side and quirked her brow to send Rygdea the pointed message.

{NOTES } Oh Fang