[B]Gratia Mindaro - A Friend in Need[/B]

Gratia glanced over at the now-unconscious Vitoria Dodici, her onyx gaze a wild tempest of barely restrained, primal emotion. It was strange, that when she saw the vulnerable husk of a woman, the utterly pathetic piece of criminal scum, that she could feel a dark, cold pit within herself, a strange desire to simply crush everything related to the filthy fool into the most miniscule of atoms. It was a hatred that was overwhelming, cold ... monstrous. And why was that? Her onyx gaze slowly moved away to face Bianca Nuit.

To face the tears on the other girl's face.

To face the choked expression.

That was right.

Vitoria Dodici had dared to hurt [i]her people[/i].

"[color=66cd00]Then I'll be your fucking wings then,[/color]" said the Mistralese huntress in reply, her tone so utterly matter-of-fact that she could have otherwise been talking about the weather. "[color=66cd00]I'm dealing with your other bloody problems already, birdbrain.[/color]"

She stood up and turned away, walking, her heavy footsteps echoing against the concrete, towards the other Dodici thug in the garage. The one whose phone she had destroyed. The one that was even more pathetic. Gratia Mindaro smiled at him, her semblance thrumming as it tried to draw more and more aura from the empty tank that was the suited criminal.

"[color=66cd00]I'll be taking everything you have.[/color]"