[b] [u] Alaira Taenn [/u] [/b]

[b]"That was good mead you know..."[/b] She said dismissively as her tankard fell to the floor. She rolled her eyes as she heard the same damn thing out of her mouth, again. 'blah blah blah, could've killed us all, blah blah blah, idiot...' really, it was all the same. What did she know? She acted exactly as her training required of her. [b]"At least I did somethin', you lot would have just sat there and talked about it for a year..."[/b] She wasn't paying too much attention, she cared little for their opinions. She froze when Meirin continued, her expression turning grim. 

When she was finished, Alaira slowly rose to her full height, and turned. Quickly, she grabbed Meirin by the throat and rushed forward, slamming her against the wall. She was furious, and every part of her face relayed that message. [b]"And what would you have me do?!"[/b] She screamed, tightening her grip slightly as lightning arced along her arm for a moment. no energy entered her, and she could still breathe, however. Alaira had enough control to avoid actually harming her. [b]"Hold back?! Let that nightmare kill Lyn n' Mar?! HUH?!"[/b] She pulled back, slamming her against the wall again. [b]"Then, you'd have me tell Athalus his lover and child are dead because I had to fight 'smart?!' Well screw you, nobody tells me how to fight!"[/b] With that, she more or less dropped her to the ground, as she stormed out of the bar, her fury seeping out of her by way of the electricity playing across her form every so often. 

[b]"If you need me, Kindly GO FUCK YOURSELVES!"[/b] She shouted, slamming the door shut behind her as she leaped up to a nearby building, clambering off to the roof. She found a spot to sit, and did so, looking up to the sky. She sighed, quietly sobbing to herself.