[h2][color=66CD00] Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

Bianca knelt down picking up the suit. She took off her coat and attempted to dress herself as hurriedly as possible. She was, rather viciously wounded, welts covering much of her skin. She winced as she tightened the belt to keep her pants up. Her fingers nimbly but painfully worked with the buttons on the dress shirt, her skin was dry and cracked and her finger tips showed clear signs of struggling most likely from the chain that had bound her earlier.

She made eye contact with Gratia before glancing in Vitoria’s direction. [color=#9d36ff]“I’m done being the Dodici’s bitch.”[/color] She said making her way over to Vitoria’s motionless body.

She stood over her for a brief moment. If she had seen Vitoria on the streets she would’ve thought her to be a rather normal Mistralian noble. She seemed somewhat pretentious in her outfit and hair choice, but other than that – rather normal. Her eyes were rather kind when she was unconscious; it was something Bianca was admittedly taken aback by. She was used to insults, used to vitriol being spewed from the girl’s mouth. She glared at the unconscious girl’s fingers. They were dainty, delicate, each with the precision and dexterity to pluck a feather from a bird.

[i]But perhaps that’s not a great metaphor.[/i] 

Bianca’s foot met Vitoria’s ribcage. Something snapped rather violently. Bianca’s foot didn’t wait to find out before impacting the rib cage once more. She sent a final kick to Vitoria’s abdomen as the Dodici flipped over on herself skidding slightly on the concrete. 


[color=#9d36ff]“Fucking Cosca.”[/color] Bianca said quietly, returning to Gratia’s side straightening her suit jacket as she did. 

She sported a small limp, but she could walk on her own – which was important. The freedom of walking felt like an entirely new sensation after being chained up for so long. But she was still in rough shape – most certainly not in any shape to do battle against any would-be aggressors. Her skin was cracking and she was light-headed from rather extreme dehydration. When she regained Gratia’s side she placed a hand on the concrete wall, awaiting her teammates plan.