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A glare. 

Probably his combat senses telling him like the back of his hairs stand on end, whipping his hand around as he was across the street looking over at the bookstore. He could have sworn he felt something intensely staring at him like he was being preyed upon. No, he could see a figure inside was looking at his direction. It wasn’t anyone he knew or had seen before. 

The hell was her deal.

It was too intense to ignore, as he walked across the street towards the book shop. He wasn’t gonna walk off from someone clearly staring at him. Like he was going to run away! Fuck that! He opens the door, entering inside with opening the next door, now standing inside in his black T-shirt and jeans, now looking at a woman who was a half and some foot shorter than him. 

“Pequeña, don’t think I didn’t see you.” She can’t be nosy when she is unable to be discrete in front of others. It can be both a blessing and a curse, though the Goddess has no time to focus on trivialities when this broad city offered the of ardent fighters! 

“I’m not fond of you.” 

She didn’t know how to greet someone with more subtlety. Not even a faux smile. Only the composed expression of a woman who didn’t consider important her feelings on the matter. They definitively were not going to weigh down on the One-Eyed Owl, Akira was but a mere spec of dust compared to the ghoul.

The book she purchased previously was dropped on the table along a flyer (‘Book signing from the rising author of Hive City, Takatsuki Sen.’ How convenient, wasn’t it?) to announce herself to the writer -- Akira only wondered deep down how many other aliases the other woman had under her sleeve. Many more things popped in her mind and all could be clear by simply asking, thus why she opted irrupting in such a public event. 

There is no point in hiding. 

Neither for her, now a self-proclaimed traitor to the CCG.

“But I appreciate your indiscretion, otherwise I would not be here.”

How heavy is the burden of the Nameless. Born only for war, the ultimate sacrifice. Medb feels no regret, no attachment -- they’re hers’ to dispose. Rampant as ever they go, fending against the drones in order of opening a path for their Queen and Mother. Lances, swords, bows and arrows. Minimal damage they provided against droids, lasers far more effective than the aim of a common warrior. This path of corpses was normal, anyhow and she didn’t dwell whenever once fell at enemy hands. She desired approaching the actual enemy, despite vastly weak in comparison. However, the ground trembled and shrieks invaded the area. It didn’t belong to the monstrosity they fought. Neither of those citizens that dwelt in her head. Pleading, screaming at her to leave. 

Perish. 

Let the worms devour her body after the beast took her down.

It’s incredible the sight she caught after realizing her men were yelling, trying to attack a second creature incoming. Of course, many died in an instant underneath its feet. What a waste. Mightier, scarier -- her chariot opted following as both were heading into the same direction. Her bulls were not only enviable but fast, they could keep up if necessary.

❝ Was crushing my men pleasant? I don’t enjoy wasting blood for them to die a few seconds after birth!” There’s barely a hint of surprise on her voice despite loud, in order to be heard.