For Good or Bad, The Memories Remain.
Chapter 43, "Slayer's Duty pt 2"
In some ways, it was good to move with a purpose again instead of just existing. She had done the vengeance thing on the watchers for so long that it was almost out of habit that she had hunted them. She hadn't thought so at the time but seeing Elisabetha again and dredging up all the old memories refocused her and even if she was still worried about Elisabetha's mental status, the elder slayer seemed to be repentent and renergized to the pure focus of the cause. There, she admitted that Elisabetha might have changed for the good.It might not be permanent but her mentor's moral compass was at least pointed in the right direction. In many ways she owed her more than her life could ever be worth. She taught her everything that she had used to survive the early years and the fruits of those lessons are still with her today. Some of them didn't make sense when she had them pounded into her then, but they made themselves known in their own time.
She was walking down the city streets deep in reflection, when a comotion drew her attention. A man was having a heated discussion with his spouse/girlfriend/whatever and had become physical. He stood about 6' and was slapping her around until her 5'1" frame collapsed to the sidewalk. By this time Rhavyn had smoothly slid up behind him. As he began to swing, she caught his hand in hers and spun him around.
"You really shouldn't do that" her soft-spoken lightly-accented voice cutting through the night air more than a scream would, her grey eyes flairing behind her sunglasses.
"Shut the hell up bitch or your next! Do you see this Dara? Stick girl wants me to stop giving you what you deserve! I aught to give her some too. Do you see what you caused? Answer me you worthless cunt!" He swung his right foot to deliver a powerful kick to Dara's ribs. The blow never landed. The supporting leg received a vicious kick to the inside of his left knee, snapping all the ligiments and tendons free from their moorings. His knee folded sideways in a mannor never intended in the design. As he fell sideways, Rhavyn reached out and caught his right arm, jerking savagely down and back with a twisting motion to destroy all ability to use his shoulder. While she had the arm in her hand , she planted a solid kick to his armpit, crushing the lymph node bundle and corresponding nerves. At this point she paused, for almost a full second, to contemplate her next move. She got a wisp of a smile on her face as she remembered a brief aquainance from the early seventies and his no frills style in spite of his theatrics. She leaped up and came straight down, punching out with both legs straight down, adding all her leg muscle power to her body weight in a double foot stomp on his pelvic crest with bone shattering force. She left out the extended scream her friend was famous for, figuring that this dumbass was doing enough screaming for the both of them as he flopped about, screaming that quickly got on her nerves. She stopped his screaming with a well placed crushing blow to the back of his neck, collapsing his windpipe and snapping his 3rd cervical vertibrea into half a dozen jagged pieces His screams switched off like a smashed lightbulb.
"Ma'am, you both were attacked by several muggers, that will explain your bruises and his demise. Use this fresh start wisely." She didn't even wait for an answer, she just walked off into the darkness
