The beat of the music fueled the Wrath that was spreading like a plague through the establishment. The sound of wood splintering as tables flew and were crashed against and bottles breaking; Sera and Elisheva working in tandem to bring down assailant after assailant. 

	The crack of whip breaking through between the pummeling of fist against flesh. The women had opted to make each kill as personal and up close as they could be.

	There was nothing to burn out the Wrath which consumed Elisheva save to let her get it all out. Sera on the other hand felt no release with each body that dropped at her feet; instead Lust building with each one it mounted the desire flickering in her dark pupils. 

	Either way both women wore sadistic smirks on their lips as they carved a path through the fray from the bar and back. A parting of seas as it were as if the Red Sea had been parted in that very room.

	Blood flowed freely, puddling around and sticking to their boots. Elisheva finally made her way to what would be her last triumph for the evening. The man that had started it all. Her fists flew freely and she quickly beat him against the wall. Pummeling him into submission with inhuman speed, her movements blurring like the fluttering of hummingbirds wings.

	Stepping back the man slid down the wall barely conscience and begging for mercy but Elisheva was having none of that this evening. Her kindness and compassion were gone and she felt no empathy towards the man. Reaching behind her she pulled her Glock out from its tucked place at her waist and pointed it right at the man's head.

	"Please, for the love of God, please don't! I'm sorry! Have mercy!" he screamed pathetically.

	"I'll pray for you," Elisheva said in a cold voice as she squeezed the trigger, the bullet cutting through the air and shattering through his skull right between his eyes; effectively blowing his brains out the back of his head and splattering them against the wall.

	"Amen," Sera chuckled as she stood next to Elisheva and the band's song drew to a close. Turning, both women looked at the source of the booming voice as a few stragglers tried to escape.

	"Full name? Oooo, someone's in trouble," Sera snarked and Elisheva busted out laughing as she tucked her glock back into its home at the arch of her back.