Post by Kami-Gaz on Feb 16, 2022 15:56:45 GMT -5
“See My Dog” One comment rang, making her ears flicker and the girl to grimace, baring her teeth. “My Mangey Mutt!” The final comment stated making the young-looking female shake as she had finally seen the true colours of Mr Moustache, he was a bad man. A bad person that was using her to hurt people that didn’t know any better and just wanted help… like she did, like her family needed all those months ago.
A pair of goons passed her, doing what they were told to hurt her friends. The pair of people that had spoken with her, fed her and heard her want to howl at the moon. She tried to twist around and stop them but was stopped as two pairs of hands grabbed her shoulders. They each belonged to large muscular fellows in white vests with their heavily tattooed arms. They pulled back and squeezed hard. They didn’t know how sturdy she was, they thought she was just an overgrown girl with wings… How wrong they were.
Putting more strength into the movement Mika twisted her body, wrenching her shoulders free of the goons and making them stumble as her wings slapped them hard. The pair were disorientated as they were pushed back and on to their butts. “Don’t be bad people!” Mika growled, the flaming wings fanning out behind her to stop the pair she was dealing with from getting past. Her form shifted in the blink of an eye and grew bigger as more wings appeared to form a flaming wall of white light behind her.
The pair of goons got up and looked to each other before dashing at the girl… woman now. Before they got within arms reach two large blazing arms of salt smacked into their stomachs and pushed hard launching them into a small group of goons who were on the approach to deal with both Chase and Bassanio.
“Mister Ashley Graystone, the Moustached Bandit.” She called in a deeper almost holy voice that rung out, echoing around the plaza that was emptying out of the folk that had been tricked… it stopped them in their tracks. Mr Moustache also stopped in his tracks behind his small guard of goons that were hired to keep the peace. “For your crime of greed, you must be punished by giving back all you took using me as a pawn.” She bellowed. Her words echoed, bouncing off of the large brick factories that were all around them as the large figure pointed her real arm to him. What was more important... Mika remembered Mr Moustache's name, now of all times.
A pair of goons passed her, doing what they were told to hurt her friends. The pair of people that had spoken with her, fed her and heard her want to howl at the moon. She tried to twist around and stop them but was stopped as two pairs of hands grabbed her shoulders. They each belonged to large muscular fellows in white vests with their heavily tattooed arms. They pulled back and squeezed hard. They didn’t know how sturdy she was, they thought she was just an overgrown girl with wings… How wrong they were.
Putting more strength into the movement Mika twisted her body, wrenching her shoulders free of the goons and making them stumble as her wings slapped them hard. The pair were disorientated as they were pushed back and on to their butts. “Don’t be bad people!” Mika growled, the flaming wings fanning out behind her to stop the pair she was dealing with from getting past. Her form shifted in the blink of an eye and grew bigger as more wings appeared to form a flaming wall of white light behind her.
The pair of goons got up and looked to each other before dashing at the girl… woman now. Before they got within arms reach two large blazing arms of salt smacked into their stomachs and pushed hard launching them into a small group of goons who were on the approach to deal with both Chase and Bassanio.
“Mister Ashley Graystone, the Moustached Bandit.” She called in a deeper almost holy voice that rung out, echoing around the plaza that was emptying out of the folk that had been tricked… it stopped them in their tracks. Mr Moustache also stopped in his tracks behind his small guard of goons that were hired to keep the peace. “For your crime of greed, you must be punished by giving back all you took using me as a pawn.” She bellowed. Her words echoed, bouncing off of the large brick factories that were all around them as the large figure pointed her real arm to him. What was more important... Mika remembered Mr Moustache's name, now of all times.