Sabrina
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It *Was* A quiet, chilling night, deep in the wild woods where a group of medieval-punks had it's temporary hide-out set up. A Bunch of tents widely scattered, a couple of bonfires lit up with packs of bandits grilling their meats on sticks above them, their horses were freely eating grass somewhere deeper in the woods. 

However everything soon turned into a ghost town where bloody corpses were laying around everywhere, some half alive struggling to crawl away leaving a trail of blood then exhaling their last breath anyway. 

Only one of so many was still quite *Decently* Alive and in one shape! The leader™ AKA fat bearded guy who's only job was to command others and later on claim their rewards. 

He would be located in the largest, chunkiest tent for his largest, chunkiest mass, it even had furniture inside such as tables , shelves, wardrobes etc... At the moment although the main focus is centered onto his table, as he's pinned against it, with a crossbow pushing sharply against the back of his barely-existent neck, by a dressed in black, tall and slender lady with two pointy ears standing out from her loose navy hair. 
Her posture was straight and the hold of the weapon precisely firm. 

*"Stand ho playing games thee bacon-fed m'ron and bid me who is't hath sent thee."* She ordered with calmness yet assertiveness in her tone. 

The guy on the aim with his face beaten up, eyelids swollen almost blinding him and some teeth fallen out would only cry and beg. 

At the back outside of the tent there are pre-summoned two *Undead* Soldiers of her's.
Casey
*The crimson demon had just happened to stumble upon a bandit camp. A perfect practice target.*

*If only that was the case.*

*Each one would end up bloodied and bludgeoned beyond belief, chests and skulls easily caved in by mighty fists. The last living one would end up having his skull crushed by a bloody hand, slick with the blood of his comrades.*

*Now there was only one left. The leader.*

*Throwing open the curtain to the tent, he would instead find two people. One fat, beaten up man, and a fairly dressed elf, with a crossbow pressed against his neck.*

"......Which one of you is the leader? What the fuck does that mean? And lady, that crossbow is too closely pressed to him to be effective. Now stand aside."

*His knuckles would crack, and a different shade of metallic red could be seen on his hands.*

"These fists don't discriminate."
Gabriela
Her elven ear would twitch as the oni entered the tent, figuring out from the loud thuds of feet on the floor that it must be that berserker who conveniently granted her a stealthy entrance into the tent while he was arranging meetings between the bandits and god. 

After a pause of her, him and the leader™ analyzing the current situation she claimed.

*"I doubteth anyeethiñg wouldst pi'rce effectively through these lie'rs of fat"*

Yennefer then would've pull away the crossbow as the leader, dressed in the symbols and colors which the camp's flags had on was praying while blood dripped down his face staining the table. 

She would've then serenely walk away to the side of the table giving a free and empty space between the guy and the oni. The elven woman's gaze would've catch his just for a short glance, before she peacefully said. 

"He's yours." 

She would observe the fight from a safe distance, curious to see how much can the fatso take.
Casey
*Before the elf can finish "Yours", the Oni's already rushed forward. His hand falls in a hammer fist, and smashes in the leader's head and breaks the table in half. He takes the nearby fabric of the tent and wipes the gore off his hands.*

"Pathetic. Worse than your followers. Humans can't take a single hit."

*He then turns to the darkly dressed elf in from on him, stepping towards her. The crimson demon would tower over the woman.*

"Who the fuck are you?"
Gabriela
At the sight of the brain explosion Yennefer's pointy ears rose up in the air as a slight smile painted across her face, delighted approval of the execution. 

 For an elf she was tall, especially with her heels on yet not tall enough for the red Oni as her eyes met with his chest once he stepped towards her, politely she turned her head up a bit to face him. A couple seconds passed after his question as she looked him up and down before walking away sighing softly. 

"*Yennefer.*" 

She stepped towards the map that was hung on a wooden stand, she knew that there is even a bigger fish behind all of this. 

"*Those gents hath tried to ambush me*." She explained while squinting eyes on the map.

 It's the reason why he found her here with a crossbow on the Leader's neck. Perhaps both seek revenge. She caressed her claw ring across the map stopping it at a marked red circle, a location that is closer to the city. 

"*There's more of thœse scrubs... Stronger*" She turned back to him tapping on the red mark, Yennefer's eyes would've attempted to read from his what is his purpose here, his reason. Forced accent on the word 'stronger', referring to how easily he defeated this camp yet the next one might be a bit harder challenge for the oni.
Casey
*As the demon listens to Yennefer talking, an almost bored expression is on his face, though it's hidden completely by his skull-shaped helmet. An odd name, certainly.*

*At the end of Yennefer's talking, the demon grabs his helmet and pulls it off, revealing a grim expression on the Oni's face. It then turns into a smile...*

*...One of mocking, and he laughs, loud and hard.*

"And why exactly should I care?? Do you think I was trying on this? One move per man. That isn't a fight. That's called a beatdown. I've faced stronger opponents by challenging entire towns, and not even they could make so much as a bruise!"

*He pounds his chest with his right fist as a display of strength.*
Sabrina
As the Oni began laughing and being prideful about his achievements he received using pure strength Yennefer's face gave him a smugly smirking expression. 

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms shifting weight onto her hips

"*'Entire towns'. Is that so? I simply refuseth to believeth it!*" The Pale Lady chuckled in her silvery elven accent as she began the differ.

"*Thee wouldn't standeth a chance 'gainst their golems*. " She switched pose to holding her palms against her hips leaning slightly towards the Oni 

"*Runneth hence away at the sight of their artill'ry,That is what thee wouldst doth.*" 

*She laughs like hundreds pearls falling down the marble stairs while coyly covering her mouth before returning to her previous stance of glancing calmly at the Oni's now revealed eyes as her delicate smile stayed and the crystalic blue gaze would wander onto his body as she questioned it's true strength.*
Casey
"Golems? GOLEMS?? I've taken down a titan with my bare hands! And no ordinary town has a ballista. Those need the military to use!"

*His arms would cross, his helmet held in one hand, glaring down at the laughing girl. While Yennefer may have spoken silkily and smooth, Oshikuru's voice was brash and loud, almost like a sonic boom.*

"A ballista can reload once every 24 seconds. It can be destroyed in far less that time, or its wielder can be killed. Golems do not guard towns."

*The girl's smug grin made him wonder: who did this arrogant bitch think she was? Was she a powerful mage? It didn't seem so, otherwise she would have no need for a crossbow.*

"Elves. Always so prideful."