"C'mon, c'mon...move it, move! Watch your right! Your right!" the vandal's voice gruffly barked instructions to his counterpart, it would appear that this was the leader, the visionary, the man with the bright idea to knock off Old Lady Spencer's tea shop.
A rash of robberies (blatant and in broad daylight, no less) had been sweeping the fringes of Market Row, specifically the edge of the area that butted up against the WestEnd. The criminals never really took much, but then again, a single silver was too much if it meant that someone's hard-earned money was taken from them. The robberies were so alike in methodology that it didn't take a genius to figure out that the same ingrates were responsible for each of them. String enough small robberies together, and one could take home quite a sizable kitty; with no huge amount of attention being shined over that way. Still, the Scathachians were hungry to make a dent in the city again; they were salivating for retribution, and those crime-soaked citizens were seemingly only too happy to oblige. After the meeting held at the Ravenlock Compound, the Scathachians and their allies were more eager than ever to clean up the WestEnd. Gone was the second-guessing of force (no matter how violent) when it came to putting criminals were they belonged, and eliminated were the skittish apprehensions of those who were suspected offenders. Isuelt, in particular, was ready to shed the skin she had waxed on during her short and unjust incarceration. And it was Isuelt who was watching the pair of petty thieves make a break from Old Lady Spencer's tea shop further into the WestEnd.
After the war council meeting at the Ravenlock compound, the teams had been assigned and each of those present had been given the go ahead to put the hurt on the criminals (big and small) of RhyDin. Isuelt had naturally been coupled with Scorpion as well as Delphinea, Big Reeni and Mirage. However, on this night, she broke from the group for some "fresh air." And though they were only a block to the south of her, Isuelt felt that wash of freedom and independence pour over her. It was like the old days in Metro when she was out on assignment. Perhaps that was why Scorp had argued on her side when Phin and Serena had balked at Isuelt's suggestion of going off alone. He knew how good she was, especially when she was on her own.
Perched on a rooftop overlooking the rim of property that split WestEnd from the rest of RhyDin, Isuelt smiled. These two ingrates were just what she had been waiting for; what she had been thirsting for. She could almost feel the two men gasping in her strong bare hands, feel the pulse bang out its panicked rhythm deep within their throats as the powerful Scathachian began to put the squeeze on.
"God damn, I thought that wrinkled wench was going to sh*t when she saw your f*cking bolt aimed at her turkey throat!" the first one laughed as their steps slowed.
"Yeah, the bitch would have been better off if I'd killed her and not just knocked her block off. Put her out of her f*ckin' misery, wrinkly old c*nt," the second one joshed back to his comrade as the two thieves turned into the blind alley that led behind a dingy little eatery and onward to the docks.
"Like spearing fish in a barrel," Isuelt smirked to herself. She began to descend silently as the duo paused to catch their breath, not knowing that those would be the last few breaths they'd take for a while.
A rash of robberies (blatant and in broad daylight, no less) had been sweeping the fringes of Market Row, specifically the edge of the area that butted up against the WestEnd. The criminals never really took much, but then again, a single silver was too much if it meant that someone's hard-earned money was taken from them. The robberies were so alike in methodology that it didn't take a genius to figure out that the same ingrates were responsible for each of them. String enough small robberies together, and one could take home quite a sizable kitty; with no huge amount of attention being shined over that way. Still, the Scathachians were hungry to make a dent in the city again; they were salivating for retribution, and those crime-soaked citizens were seemingly only too happy to oblige. After the meeting held at the Ravenlock Compound, the Scathachians and their allies were more eager than ever to clean up the WestEnd. Gone was the second-guessing of force (no matter how violent) when it came to putting criminals were they belonged, and eliminated were the skittish apprehensions of those who were suspected offenders. Isuelt, in particular, was ready to shed the skin she had waxed on during her short and unjust incarceration. And it was Isuelt who was watching the pair of petty thieves make a break from Old Lady Spencer's tea shop further into the WestEnd.
After the war council meeting at the Ravenlock compound, the teams had been assigned and each of those present had been given the go ahead to put the hurt on the criminals (big and small) of RhyDin. Isuelt had naturally been coupled with Scorpion as well as Delphinea, Big Reeni and Mirage. However, on this night, she broke from the group for some "fresh air." And though they were only a block to the south of her, Isuelt felt that wash of freedom and independence pour over her. It was like the old days in Metro when she was out on assignment. Perhaps that was why Scorp had argued on her side when Phin and Serena had balked at Isuelt's suggestion of going off alone. He knew how good she was, especially when she was on her own.
Perched on a rooftop overlooking the rim of property that split WestEnd from the rest of RhyDin, Isuelt smiled. These two ingrates were just what she had been waiting for; what she had been thirsting for. She could almost feel the two men gasping in her strong bare hands, feel the pulse bang out its panicked rhythm deep within their throats as the powerful Scathachian began to put the squeeze on.
"God damn, I thought that wrinkled wench was going to sh*t when she saw your f*cking bolt aimed at her turkey throat!" the first one laughed as their steps slowed.
"Yeah, the bitch would have been better off if I'd killed her and not just knocked her block off. Put her out of her f*ckin' misery, wrinkly old c*nt," the second one joshed back to his comrade as the two thieves turned into the blind alley that led behind a dingy little eatery and onward to the docks.
"Like spearing fish in a barrel," Isuelt smirked to herself. She began to descend silently as the duo paused to catch their breath, not knowing that those would be the last few breaths they'd take for a while.