Yang / Vale / Fight Day
6 AM, her alarm went off. She was already filled with excitement and butterflies. She hopped out of bed and took a morning shower. She thought about the busy day ahead of her as she stood underneath the cold shower. It would be a good wake up call for her. Yang had a usual pre-fight ritual she would undertake. While the fight wasn't until 4 in the afternoon, she made sure to start the day with a short jog, which in Yang's terms was a 5km run. Lately, Yang's run were quite easy. Which was due to the fact she had gained many advantages with her monster prowess.
She had finished with her shower and had gotten dressed to go running, which she had done in about under 15 minutes but not before stretching of course. She had returned to her hotel, and ate a rather hearty breakfast. She ran into Junior at breakfast, who was seeming rather lively as he approached her with a grin. She mustered up a small smile of her own.
"Eyyy! How's my girl?" He sat down across from her, he slammed down his mug of coffee - creating a rather loud clank.
"Jeez, Junior - not so loud. We might be awake but there are others who are still sleeping ya' know." she commented as she grabbed at a piece of bacon on her plate - now stuffing it in her mouth. The hotel lobby/food area wasn't filled with patrons, but the ones who were there were old and looked a little bit judgemental.
"You ready?" he asked excitedly, completely ignoring Yang's own statement about the sleeping people.
"As ready as I'll ever be." she said biting into more bacon, a little too nonchalantly. If anything, she knew she had this fight in the bag. She didn't have to worry, yet part of her felt slightly guilty. She felt almost as if she was cheating in someway. Which, it totally wasn't her fault that she had been granted these gifts, which she had now called them. She had to make something positive out of it, and calling herself a monster just wasn't going to work for her psyche about the whole situation. So far, she hadn't been caught. If anything, she had started to become a little cocky.
"All right!" Junior stood up and made his way behind her, patting her on the back with excitement. Yang scrunched her face. A small annoyance ran through her. Maybe she had pre-fight jitters, or maybe it was something a little bit more than that, but it was something she could not necessarily pin-point. "That's what I like to here, and I can't wait to call you champ." he grinned, shooting Yang a wink, now walking away towards the elevators.
"You already call me that!" she said back to him as he walked away, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. Yang set her plate aside, and left the table to head back to her room. She would have to prepare her things, and especially herself for the day to come. She packed her duffle bag, and relaxed until about 9 AM until she and Junior had to leave for the arena.
The arena itself was far into the city, a series of twists and turns to get there along with a bit of traffic and she and Junior arrived there around 11 AM, about a two hour drive. The city of Signal was a lot bigger than she had originally thought. Much bigger than Patch, and much bigger than she was used to. Even though she had spent sometime in Vale itself, she had only gone out around to explore the city sights that were around her hotel. So, she hadn't really ventured far from the hotel, only on few occasions. This was her first time actually arriving at the arena.
Yang had plenty of time to walk around the arena and the cage she would be fighting in. Luckily, the mundanes weren't yet allowed in, only the fighters and the working staff who were diligently working to get the final touches in the place. Sports broadcasters were also setting up their cameras for the event to be live-fed throughout Vale, Patch, and the other nations. This was to be one of Yang's biggest fights yet.
While normally, weigh-ins are the day before a fight - rearrangements for Nora, the opposition stated she could not make it on time. So they would be the day of the fight. Both competitors went to the weigh in. Which gave Yang the chance to scan her opponent, while she fully knew her opponent would do the same. The girl was buff, but stood at a height of 5'7. A little shorter than Yang, but this still gave Yang the slight height advantage. Although, she knew better than to test the underdog.
The girl gave a subtle nod towards her as they both approached each other, eying and sizing each other carefully. There was no malintent in the girls looks, well from what Yang could tell. The smaller girl extended her hand for a shake. Yang did the same, but the girl went past Yangs hand and grabbed her forearm, for a forearm handshake.
"Pleasure to meet you, Yang Xiao Long." she smiled, the girl, was surprisingly friendly and sounded a little too bubbly.
Yang returned the smile, "Nice to meet you too, Nora Valkyrie."
"May you fight well, and fight with the ferocity of a thousand suns!" she tightened her grip on Yang's forearm, as her grin widened. The girls way for words was a little odd. But, Yang knew what she was trying to get at and once again, there was no malintent as the girl had seemed completely genuine.
"And may you fight with quickness of a lightning strike, Ms. Valkyrie." she returned in the likeness of the odd, yet fun banter. As they had exchanged this interaction, the two had been bombarded with sports photographers, who were taking pictures left and right. The two had kept professional throughout the whole thing, but Yang couldn't help but feel a little jittery. The two had let go of each other and made their way back to their own locker rooms.
On her way back to the locker room, Yang was constantly followed by reporters and photographers hoping for questions or an interview. At the entrance of the locker room, she gave in and answered several questions. The reporters more or less asked how she thought the fight was going to go, how she viewed her opponent, and other things like her training regime and whether or not she was prepared for the fight itself. She had answered a majority of them with a smile, but as soon as she was alone in the locker room she breathed out heavily.
"Jeez, I've never had so many interviews or reporters wanting to talk to me." she muttered to herself. She was glad that she had this moment of peace. "I bet Ruby will love to hear about this." she smirked to herself now grabbing her things so she could take another shower. She needed to wash the jitters, and the nerves away. Another cold shower would help. She made doubly sure that nobody else was in there and proceeded to shower.
As she finished, Yang wrapped the towel around her body and made sure her chest was completely covered.
"Yang, yoooo Yang!" she heard Juniors voice call out.
"Junior?" she called from the showers. "I'm, like naked in here. Can you come back later?" she called out.
"What? Like I haven't seen you naked before." he sounded a little too cocky and confident and by the sound of his voice he seemed to have been approaching the showers.
"That was one time. What do you want?" she called out a little angrily. I don't need you to see me, not like this.
"I've just come to tell you that if you're ready - get your rear in gear because it's go time!" he proceeded to stop just short of the showers, while Yang had now popped her head out to get a clear look at Junior. She might have been covered in a towel and behind a shower curtain, but she was going to make damn sure that no one would find out.
"All right, all right. Just go I'll be out in a few, I just have to get my stuff together." Yang called out. Had time really flown that fast? Yang must've lost track of the time between the interviews, the pictures, and even the shower. She had done a little before and in between that, which she made sure to keep hydrated as well as well-fed.
"You got it...CHAMP!" he called out, now leaving. Yang listened for the locker room door to close and sighed loudly as he had finally left.
She merely shook her head and got dressed. She wrapped her hands, her feet, and wore an undershirt over her sports bra, and then put on a tight yellow sportswear shirt over it. Last but not least, she wore her favorite shorts. A subtle yellow pair, with flaming dragons wrapping around her legs. She sat down at the benches that were there and took a deep breath. She thought about Ruby, her father, Junior, and...and that girl. Focus Yang!
She opened her eyes and walked out of the locker room only to be greeted by several staff officials, and Junior that escorted her to the cage. As Yang had approached the cage, she sound of the crowd only grew louder, but that's not what she was paying attention to. The strong scent had returned, it had filled her nostrils. It was so sweet and intoxicating. She dared not to look around. The heat, sound, and the cheers of the crowd overwhelmed her momentarily. Can't lose myself here. Not now. Not today.
She entered the cage, where her opponent was already waiting. Nora smiled at her and nodded. Yang put in her mouthguard and took a deep breath - where the smell filled her body once more. The referee had given them a small rundown on the normal rules, regulations, and overall told them to 'have fun'. The two bumped their fists to each other, indicating some sort of good luck or rather a show of good sportsmanship.
The two stepped back and waited, the fight was then - on.
Yang approached Nora carefully, she had sized her up earlier and got a fairly good reading on her. Nora took the first swing, which caught Yang off guard, yet she was able to roll with the punch which had allowed her to take the hit and not be knocked off her feet. They weren't kidding when they called her lightning fists. Nora had immediately came in with a slew of punches, Yang had avoided some to the face, but not all.
Though, with no surprise at all to Yang, none of these punches actually hurt. It felt as if she were getting pelted with marshmallows. Yang shook her head, to make it seem as if she were staggering. She had to make everything look real, while at the same time not trying to seriously injure the girl. While she had dealt with thugs before, with barely any strength at all she knew she would have to do just the same for Nora, someone who was an official fighter. Once again, Yang felt a pang of guiltiness because she was just overpowered compared to humans.
Yang had finally retaliated with punches of her own, to which Nora skillfully dodged a few and then, to Yang's surprise tackled her to the ground in an attempt to pin Yang. The two wrestled on the ground with punches, jabs, and knee jabs flying towards their bodies.
The first round had passed and neither seemed to be wavering, by the looks of it. Throughout the whole fight there was one thing that Yang couldn't push passed. It was the scent that had constantly filled the air. That was constantly driving her a little bit more, mad. But not in the sense she had to beat or hurt someone, but more in the sense in that she had to obtain the source of the scent. Which also led Yang to another conclusion, the girl. The girl was here, watching her fight. She had known this from the beginning, but it had just now occurred to her that she was in the room. Yang just had to win now. While, winning was her original intent it only drove her more because now she wanted to impress. Agh, Yang. Come on. You're doing this for you...not for anyone else. Okay, maybe a bit for Ruby, but nobody outside of that.
The second round was now underway. Yang wanted to end this fast. Nora came through even faster as she now went for a second flurry of lightning fists attack. Yang let all the punches land. The crowd seemed to wild, even Junior himself started to yell loudly at Yang. Yang merely looked up at Nora and smirked, blood was now running down her face from a cut just above her eyebrow. "You're gonna have to be stronger than that." she muttered. Yang banged her fists together, as her smirk grew wider.
"IT'S THE DRAGON!" Junior yelled out excitedly.
With this sense of excitement Yang was now, what seemed to be flying, towards Nora with a heavy fist. She followed Nora's movements to a T. Nora's movement to dodge was to fake left, and duck underneath, but Yang was faster. She had hit Nora square in the jaw, an uppercut. This instantly downed Nora.
And so - Yang had won. The crowd went wild. A little rural Patch girl came all the way to Vale and had won. Yang was filled with determination - and excitement. Junior came running in to congratulate her, but all Yang wanted was to leave and find the girl. Her scent was still strong.
Yang had quickly asked the officials to let her return to her locker room, she had refused to be patched up and interviewed. She wanted to leave as soon as possible. The officials had cleared the way, to the best of their abilities but the crowd was beginning to become handsy.
Everything was going well, up until one voice could be heard - Yang wasn't sure who or where it came from. She was wasn't even sure how this information could have been divulged. Yet the words were loud and clear.
"She's a monster!" someone from the crowd yelled out.
"Yeah, a monster of a fighter." A feminine voice in the crowd called out, jesting back, almost as if they were in defense of Yang.
Yang simply ignored the comment, but the crowd grew rowdier. Yang managed to squeeze her way towards her locker room where she shut the door behind her. She took a deep breath, thinking she was safe.
She turned and looked up, two officials where there.
"Can I help you?" Yang asked.
"Yes, you can. We'd like to check you out, make sure if everything is okay." one of the officials said.
"I'm fine. It's just a few cuts and bruises, I'm perfectly capable of handling myself." Yang responded rather calmly.
"That's not what we meant Ms. Xiao Long."
Yang eyed the two suspiciously. "What do you two want then?"
"We'd like to examine you completely, there have been possible rumors that you're not who you say you are."
"I'm Yang Xiao Long, I don't think I could be much clearer than that." she outspread her arms, motioning towards herself.
"We can see that, but may we ask you to remove your clothing?"
Yang stared in disbelief. "You're joking, right? How do I know you're not two perverts trying to see me naked?"
The two flashed her their badges. "Now, Ms. Xiao Long if you do not comply with us will have to consider this fight disqualified."
"But I already fought and won?" her voice showed signs of irritation and disbelief. I'm so screwed.
Yang proceeded to remove her shirt, all the way to her undershirt, and then to her sports bra. She looked down, slightly ashamed. The glow was now apparent, as were several bruises on her body from the fight she had just had.
One of the officials pulled out a radio. "The man was right, she is one. Bring them in." To Yang's surprise, the two seemed quite calm and collected about the fact that Yang was a monster. "Now, Ms. Xiao Long, if you comply with our officers we will make sure you are handled correctly and with manners of utmost respect. If not, well, you've seen what happens with monsters on the news."
Yang sighed in defeat, and within a few seconds several officers ran in and grabbed Yang, and cuffed her. Yang remained speechless. This all was happening so fast. But it was strange that she was not apprehended by the Elite Guards of Vale, but instead by regular cops. She was immediately escorted out of the locker rooms.
A group of bystanders who had stayed behind now watched in awe as Yang, was in her sports bra, and was glowing - clear as day. She dared not to look at the faces, of her once fans. She could feel their judgmental stares overwhelming her. But there was one fact that still remained, the smell of the girl. She was in the crowd. Watching. Was she disgusted by Yang?
The officers escorted Yang outside, but were slowed by a rather large crowd gathering. News reporters, and all of the likes had now surrounded them as she had stepped out of the building. She made the mistake of looking up and seeing the crowd.
"MONSTER!" she could hear from the crowd, this taunt was mixed with a slew of expletives and even more degrading insults. "Freak!" "Cheater!" were some of the lesser insults thrown at her.
"Please, I didn't...I just want to live a normal life!" she yelled back, now jerking away from the cops. She could feel herself panic. She could feel herself starting to lose control.
"Ma'am, we're gonna have to ask you to stay calm." one officer pulled her rather harshly, to the point where he had thrown her on the ground.
"Please, n-no.." her heart began to race, everything had started to become so stressful. The officers tried pulling her off the ground now, but she started to retaliate. One pulled out a gun and the whole crowd went wild. Yang could feel her life ending right then and there.
"AGH!" the officer with the gun flinched and dropped his gun, the gun fired off as it hit the ground slightly grazing Yang's arm. The officer had been hit in the head with a rather large rock and was now bleeding, but that was no longer his biggest concern.
As he now looked up at the newly transformed Yang. She crushed the weapon underneath her. Her arm was still bleeding, as was her head, it had seemed that wounds transferred over through transformation. She now roared out as she stood on two feet.
"I - I can't control myself!" she roared out, knowing it would be of no use. The rest of the crowd began to scatter in fear. The officers radioed in for backup and began distancing themselves from her. It seemed like they were having trouble hitting her weak spot, which was still covered by her exoskeleton. Something which the likes of humans had never seen before in a monster.
"I don't wanna kill anyone…" she roared out desperately as she watched everyone flee. She could feel her humanity slipping as the stress, and the discovery of her true identity now encumbered her every thoughts. She looked down once more and saw that only one person had remained in the vicinity.
It was the girl, who seemed to be stunned.
"Please, run…" Yang now landed on all fours. "I don't wanna hurt you!"
"You won't." the girl responded.
Yang shook her head wildly, as if she was trying to understand what had just happened. "You can understand me?" she asked, now carefully approaching.
"It's weird, I can...I've heard monsters on the news roar, and it's always been an incoherent roar, but you're...different. It's like you're actually speaking to me." the girl stood her ground as Yang approached.
"Why aren't you scared? I could kill you...and I don't want that." Yang began to snarl, something that was out of her control. Her eyes had begun to dilate. She was now snout to face with the small white haired girl.
"I think...I think I can help you." The girl reached out and petted the snout of Yang, which was missing part of its exoskeleton. Due to the fact that Yang had recently had an unwarranted haircut meant that she would be missing part of her needed armor.
With the girls touch, Yang instantly calmed - regaining her human senses. This feeling of being pet was different. Unlike being pet by Ruby which was rough, and just didn't feel right at all. But now, Yang felt good almost as if she wanted to submit to the girl right then and there. Yang pressed her snout up against the girl's chest and exhaled deeply. The girl let out a small chuckle and a very heartwarming smile. Yang had finally obtain the scent she seemed to have been pining after. This girl smelled so strongly, and while Yang didn't want to leave, she knew she had to.
"I must go." Yang stated. "I hope to see you again."
"You can." the girl replied. "Run southwest of here. Keeping running until you find a fenced area. Hide in there. That's my father's dust mine. It has plenty of land for you to hide in. I will be there in a day or two."
Yang nodded and paused briefly, "Can I ask one thing of you?"
The girl nodded.
"What is your name?"
"Weiss Schnee." the girl commented with a smile.
Yang, feeling satisfied with the name now sprinted off, jumping over buildings, climbing, and generally running in the southwest direction. She could hear the pursuit of the the Elite Guard flyers, but she was faster, stronger and better than them. She knew she could outrun them, and when she found the place she was looking for, hiding would be easier in human form. As long as she kept in the trees. Yang oddly felt good, as if a part of her was now completed. She didn't even know why she trusted the girl, but something had told her it was going to be okay.
Weiss Schnee / Vale /
Usually a heiress wouldn't be caught dead in a scene like this. She was surrounded by people clammering to get a good view of the fight. Luckily, she had some pretty good seats. Being rich, did have its benefits, although she wasn't one to usually take advantage of that she couldn't help it on a day like today.
She watched as Yang Xiao Long had entered the cage. A certain aura was to be had with her. Yang's massive presence in the cage, had Weiss swooning. The fight had begun and to Weiss it had looked like Yang was getting her ass kicked. "Oh no!" Weiss couldn't help but yell out, but of course her words of concerned were drowned out by the masses.
"Don't worry about her." a patron next to her nudged Weiss, in which Weiss turned to her and observed her. A very tall and slender black-haired woman sat next to her, who seemed to be in her mid-twenties. Weiss just raised an eyebrow. "You've never seen one of Yang's fights have you?" she smirked.
Weiss shook her head as the match entered the second round.
"Sit down, relax, this is totally Yang's style." the black-haired woman grinned. "The real fun is about to begin."
The two watched as Yang had taken a series of punches, which only made Weiss flinch for her. Yang now smirked rather menacingly as she returned the blows to Nora, now hitting her with an uppercut and knocking her out. Weiss stood up and cheered wildly as did the woman next to her did.
Weiss turned to the woman, "That was incredible."
"Yeah, it was. First fight, huh?" she grinned. Weiss nodded. "The names Blake Belladonna. I have to admit, when I saw you, you looked like a sore thumb in here, but then again I look like one too." she chuckled.
"How did I…?" she began and then trailed off.
"You're Weiss Schnee. Heiress of the dust company. You know, I didn't think you existed, but here you are in the flesh." Blake commented as they now made their way out of the arena.
Blake and Weiss followed the crowd as Yang seemed to make a dash for the locker room. The crowd was beginning to become a little unruly.
One man had yelled out "Monster!", which Blake in returned that Yang was one "Monster of a Fighter!" which had caused both Blake and Weiss - and a small crowd around them to chuckle and cheer out.
It was only then, a few minutes later a turn of events had completely thrown the two girls off. Yang was in fact, a monster. The two followed the crowd out, they were pushed and shoved and caught in the mess.
"This isn't real is it? This can't be happening." Weiss muttered. She was in complete shock, while it wasn't necessarily a bad shock. A certain sort of revelation had hit her. She had been wanting to meet a monster, and now someone she had discovered to have a crush on as well as meeting her out of the blue was one. Well, it was a weird chain of events to Weiss.
"Think about how she must feel." Blake commented. "This isn't fair on her. She just wanted to live a normal life."
"She looks terrified! I…" Weiss watched as she was tossed to the ground, and began to beg while the crowd continued to insult her. The officer had now pulled out a gun. Weiss quickly reacted by looking at the ground and grabbing a rather large rock that was nearby.
"Hey, what are you…?" Blake began to interject, but it was too late as with all her strength Weiss lobbed it at the officer, hitting him in the head. He dropped the gun and it went off.
The crowd now scattered, but Weiss remained in place. She watched as Yang transformed right before her eyes. It was an oddly beautiful sight to her.
Blake had a strange smile about, her as she didn't flee straight away. "Go to her, Weiss." She then jogged away, watching safely from a distance.
Weiss didn't know what she meant, by that but had the intent of trying to at least help Yang.
"I can't control myself!" Yang had called out. The words were as clear as day to Weiss. Was she hearing things correctly? She couldn't tell. She merely watched as time seemed to have slowed down as she stared at Yang as the crowd around her fled in terror.
"I don't want to kill anyone…" Yang had bellowed out. Yang had now turned her attention to Weiss. It felt as if they were having the same stare-off they had days before. She watched as Yang went on all fours, and had given her a very sad puppy-dog like look.
"Please run, I don't want to hurt you!" Yang desperately cried out.
"You won't." Weiss had responded. This had seemed to have caught Yang off-guard. Weiss didn't understand how she had been able to understand her, yet she did. Weiss wanted to make sure Yang was all right, that's what she need right? Someone to confide in? Or at least someone to let her know that not everyone was against her.
The two had exchanged a peaceful moment. Weiss was approached by Yang as they had continued to talk. Something about all of that had felt so right as Weiss was able to pet her, Yang. Finally, Yang had pressed herself up against Weiss exhaling, a rather warm and homelike feeling ran through Weiss. Weiss felt her chest rise and fall as she took a breath of her own, her chest burned with a certain type of yearning.
Yang said her goodbyes to Weiss, but before she had left, Weiss gave her a general direction towards one of her father's company. It was a long ways away from the Signal, but held a lot of unused land.
Once more, Yang had turned to leave but then turned her head back towards Weiss.
"Can I ask one thing of you?" She said in an unusually calm tone, as if Yang were at peace with herself.
Weiss nodded.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Weiss Schnee." Weiss replied feeling an odd sort of confidence. Her name was Weiss Schnee and she had talked to a monster. She had also potentially saved one. She watched as Yang now ran off into the distance.
Weiss took a heavy breath and looked around to notice she was about to be flooded around by several news reporters. But she was quickly saved by Blake who had noted the exchange and stuck around for Weiss. Blake quickly pulled her towards the parking lot as they had begun to be followed by several curious reporters.
"Miss! Were you afraid of the monster?" one reporter yelled out.
"I.." Weiss had begun only to be continuously pulled away by Blake. "What are you doing?" Weiss asked a little concernedly.
"We need to talk, and here isn't a good place." Blake found her car and both Weiss and Blake had entered. Even though Weiss knew better then to get into cars with strangers she couldn't help but feel that there was much more to Blake than met the eye. "Buckle up, kiddo."
Blake peeled out of the parking lot, escaping the reporters and all the hubbub that would take place around the arena for the next 48 hours. For the next 10 minutes or the two were oddly quiet as if trying to process what just went on. Weiss finally had decided to break the silence.
"Okay, so who are you exactly?" Weiss now couldn't help but ask.
"I'm Blake Belladonna, head of the Justice for Monsters society." she paused and bit her lip. "Name is still a work in progress though."
"The what?" Weiss shook her head.
"I work with monsters. I make sure they're put in a safe environment. I give them a safe place to stay. Nobody but monsters and their mates know we exist. Plus a few unassociated humans, but, I trust those people." Blake said rather confidently. "I've heard promising things about Yang Xiao Long, can you believe that she had saved several others before she even knew herself? It's funny, because…"
"Okay, wait. Am I an unassociated human or something? Why are you telling me all of this?" Weiss interjected, her tone indicating a slight tinge of irritation. Another pause of silence that was held for what felt like minutes on end.
Blake looked around, making sure there was a clear parking space. Weiss looked around and noticed the hotel she was staying in was not too far in the distance. Blake must've been speeding to get back to Weiss's hotel. Blake turned to her with a very sly smile. "We're at your stop." Blake said, now reaching across her own car to the passenger side to open the door for her and also breaking the silence once more.
"Are you not going to answer my question, hello?" Weiss now looked at her searching for some sort of answer.
"You already know the answer." Blake said with another sly smile. "Call me when you're both ready, okay?" Blake reached into her back pocket pulling out a card. It held very few details, her name and number were the only things on it. "That's a disposable number. For a disposable phone. I only have a week on it. So, find her and get back to me."
Weiss just stepped out of the car a little stunned as she took the card.
"Close the door, will you?" Blake asked rather politely. Weiss followed through, still not receiving the answer she wanted from the girl.
Weiss turned around and walked into the building, shaking her head. She was greeted by the guard at the door. She walked towards one of the elevators and immediately got in.
She closed her eyes as the elevator went up.
If I'm not unassociated, then does that make me…
Ding!
She had arriven at her floor, still unsure of what that all meant. She exited the elevator and went to her room.
No, that's nonsense.
She entered her room and plopped herself down on the freshly made bed. She felt a certain warmth engulf her body as she had finally relaxed in the safety of her room. But, now there was a certain uneasiness of being alone. She oddly missed Yang. She had only had a small exchange with her, but it felt that they were already so much more. Part of her felt like texting Pyrrha and telling her all about it, but she wanted to keep what she had known forever in some sort of strange secrecy with her forever. Even though, what she had been able to do with Yang was completely in the open.
Weiss finally sat up, clutching her chest, where her heart was.
I'm a mate?
Roman / ?
"Looks like we found the Mother of the Guardians." Roman grinned as he watched the mess from afar.
"That doesn't account for the Mother of Berserkers, or the Father of Tacticians." The mysterious man replied.
"You were the one who set this whole thing up, you know they'll lead us right to them." Roman smirked. "Fate works in funny ways, especially when you're the one pulling the strings."
"Yes, but this is for the greater good. Remember that Roman." the man replied.
"Oh, I will…" he grinned evilly.