@King Tai@CommisarJhonThe raw horsepower of the bike's engine rumbled beneath her, like the charging of a thousand warhorses, their beating hooves battering the dusty, bloodsoaked plains of battle. Anna revved the engine louder, her bike kicking into high gear as she was speeding towards Ivolgin's manor, fearing the worst had already set in.
This had become more than just your typical dispute over turf. It was all out gang war. The city had become a killing field and the slaughter was ripe. As she zipped along down the road she could hear it, even over the fearsome roar of her motorcycle, the distant drums of despair and depravity, the pattering of gunfire, the horrid, blood-curdling screams of innocent people getting caught up in a menagerie of death and discord. And it was only going to get worse as Delaney's Irish fucks began their violent purge of Little Moscow. Anna however, she wasn't going to let innocents get caught up in this bloody fray.
Veering off to a side-road, she quickly signed towards Anton's BMW as it passed her by,
"Go to Ivolgin's! I'm taking the rest of these mudaks out!" The look in her emerald eyes, that heated glare, even through the dark tint of her helmet's visor it shown, the eyes of a vengeful demoness. The motorcycle itself even gave a hellish growl as she revved the engine again and sped off further into town. Twas as she neared though...the smell had hit her, so rancid, so putrefying...the unmistakable scent of charred flesh. The odor she knew all to well, as it reminded her of the day she set that fucking cunt of a man ablaze, forcing Grigori to taste the fires of his own personal Hell. Anna was sad to say though it didn't kill the son of a bitch, but maybe she'd track him down again and finish the job.
But right now, there were other important matters.
The two men, the monsters they were, had their flamethrowers leveled on the whimpering mass of women and children, but...they wouldn't scorch a single hair on their heads. Cowards, the both of them. There was no need to pull innocents into their gory vendetta, but that's just how Delaney operated it seemed. Anna would love to set him ablaze and watch him slowly die as he descended into the ravenous jaws of Hell, the sticky concoction of tar and gasoline charring his flesh right down to the bone, until the intense heat splintered them with a satisfying pop.
She was in a rage to say the least, and only seeing red as she revved up the motorcycle again, like a black horse of Death charging to reap the souls of the wicked. The first man she targeted, one of the boys with the
heater, she slammed her bike into him at full throttle, rolling the bastard into a mangled heap in the middle of the road. She quickly leapt off of it, letting it skid to a halt before it collided into a building, somersaulting and hastily getting to cover as she brandished the AR she jacked earlier. The redhead was certain after killing one of them flamethrower wielding fucks, the other would be hot on her trail, no pun intended.