The Pitt lived for violence – the healer knew that before joining, and none of their atrocious acts surprised her. From the shitstorm of a raid on Sunhaven to burning down the Typhoon’s territory, she took part with murderous glee. Ninazu went months without consequence for her killing lust, but that ended recently. And she found she despised feeling vulnerable, as the capture and torture at the hands of a Roseblood hound forced her to feel.

The consultation prize of this lioness body only fanned the flames of her anger, rather than soothing her – how pathetic of her to jump from a defensively useless body to this brawler, only to slink away in the shadows? She stood head and shoulders above the pathetic likes of the Rosebloods; how dare one of them rip into her, as though she were no better than the meatbags she played with.

Fuming, the tawny lioness stepped into Stryker’s temple. Her pawprints left steaming puffs rising from the sands, the red and orange flames of her mane licking erratically against her fur. “STRYKER!” she called – no, roared, as she failed to control her anger in this new body. Ninazu’s usual frosty exterior melted in the wake of her wrath, golden eyes alight. “The Rosebloods pissed me off, and we’ve sat on our asses for too long. Let’s wake up the damn group by beating their asses.” She always went for the throat of an issue, and her rage only exacerbated that tendency of hers.

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Unusual for her, the lioness failed to respond with a quip to Stryker’s flirtations – she felt too much rage churning away in her head, frustration at her cascade of failures and the lingering feelings of vulnerability that came from torture. “Thank you, I stole this thing from some idiot Roseblood whose bricks for brains and shit-stain of a soul didn’t deserve this powerful of a body,” she grumbled in response, ears flicking back. “Damn bastard that captured me tortured and killed the sand cat body I dragged myself around in. Can’t say I don’t like the upgrade, though.” Her anger colored her voice and how she spoke – her incoherent ramble was made worse by how quickly she shot out the words.

Gold eyes narrowed as she drew her front paw through the sand, flames smoldering before dying in the suffocating particles. The rage burned inside of her, hotter than any flame she could ever produce, and this talking made her simultaneously angrier and calmer – angry that she wasn’t taking action, calm from the venting, and thus an odd equilibrium struck it out in her mind. “The Rosebloods just moved to a new territory. Most of their members appear clueless to how powers work – the assaholic bitch that tortured me asked shitty questions about how I controlled my elemental abilities, if you can believe that. He fucking captured me and sticks a knife in my gut, only to ask me some shit-tier question anyone with half a brain and a dollop of magical experience could answer,” she continued, her plans for an attack getting mucked up by the anger. “Next time I see him, he’s dead. Ass-eating fucker probably wouldn’t expect me to come back and kill him, moronic piece of shit.”

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Her ears twitched, her scowl deepening – he called everyone a version of ‘sweets,’ didn’t he? The rage itched to latch onto that, but it felt highly irrational. Clearly Stryker agreed with her on attacking the Rosebloods; she’d no need to switch topics now, especially not if she wanted to continue planning. “His name was Vagabond. Though the entire group is to be considered complicit, they watched the torture without a damn care – even after I claimed I was a healer.” Damn assholes; she could count on more peaceful groups to leave doctors mostly intact, but the Rosebloods apparently held no such issue. And Ninazu held no moral issue with hitting them back with Total War tactics, either. “I’m going to prowl their territory for one of them to do the same shit – no, worse shit – to. Ideally, I would like to turn one of their own members against their fucking egotistical brat of a leader before throwing raids at them. Might as well see if they fall like dominos before throwing real effort at destroying them.”

And it unnervingly sounded as though she intended to carry out her plan regardless of Stryker’s opinion or permission. While she valued his viewpoint, as both a proven battle commander and as her direct superior, the lioness tended to act as an independent agent. That wouldn’t change here when things became personal. Even with her pride on the line and rage boiling in her mind, the woman’s mind remained as sharp as ever; her wrath, scorching as any volcano, nevertheless succumbed to cold logic.

But the logic of what she called him for mostly passed – and there remained some emotion that did not belong, scuttling in the back of her mind like rats. Gold eyes narrowed to slits; the erudite-marauder took a few steps towards Stryker, her hard stare analyzing him as she analyzed her own feelings. She felt tempted to repeat his own words back to him – looking nice, a shame, and those dumb fucking nicknames he kept using. Her claws tapped the ground, as the lioness realized she failed to tell whether or not he was fucking mocking her – yes, that seemed a plausible reason for the outlying emotion. “I am in no mood to be mocked, Stryker. If you think I’m damn weak for this, come out and say it,” she said, managing to step over her emotions without stomping on them. Fitting in the pattern with Ninazu’s thus far emotional display, she continued to skate around her anger and whatever else mucked around in her brain; that, however, did not change the fact that it still hurt to speak the words. Especially these ones.

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