Frita manifested her stone plate arms as quickly as she could, knowing that a swing from the powerful metal infused whip would be coming her way any second now. As Whip wound up his arm, and Frita raised her arms in preparation for the attack, a strong torrent of wind suddenly shot through the room, making both of them pause.<br/><br/>A woman, almost identical to the silver haired boy, was floating in the center of the tavern, causing almost tornado strength gusts to whip up in the small tavern; she spoke, infusing her voice with power, to stop the uproar. "STOP! I COMMAND YOU THIS INSTANT TO PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND OBEY! IN THE NAME OF RIAS'OYVEE, I URGE YOU TO LISTEN IMMEDIATELY! IF YOU RESIST, I WILL HAVE YOU ALL ARRESTED AND DETAINED. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" It took the people a few moments to stand down, the tension and anger palpable in the room. Now that she thought about it, the boy did match the description of the silverhaired airkin who lead the Rias’oyvee household, which was the household that controlled Tyva. What would they be doing in this part of town though? As Frita pondered this, the boy suddenly rushed past her, knocking her aside and rushing out of the tavern with inhuman speed. A rough family quarrel? The floating woman saw the boy rush out and quickly followed him outside, leaving the tavern in complete silence for a few seconds, everyone dumbstruck by the events.<br/>The Whip! Frita suddenly remembered what she was doing, and turned to see the weapon approaching her with lightning speed. She dodged out of the way at the last second, seeing the floorboards ripped asunder by the ogre’s strength. She tried to recompose herself and bring up her stone plate arms once again, but before she had a chance to fully do so, the left knuckle of her lumbering opponent sailed towards her. She had no time to dodge and instead brought up her arms to shield her a bit from the impact, letting the force carry her across the room to try and force some distance between her and Whip. She’d underestimated his strength however; as the force knocked her clean across the room. She felt herself impacting against a hard surface which gave way to her, but not before imparting an incredible pain in her back. She landed on the ground, rolling another meter or two before coming to a stop. She barely noticed she was outside, because of the hit she took. She must have travelled 15 meters! Her vision was blurry. Even though she’d blocked, the punch had knocked her arms backwards enough that she’d managed to hit herself in the forehead with her own stone hands. She got up on her feet, her body protesting greatly. She was bleeding from her head, and her stone plate had been destroyed, leaving cuts over her arms.<br/><br/>Frita spat on the ground defiantly as the tavern patrons started flooding like piranha out of the tavern. They stood in a semicircle around her, as the Whip appeared from the door, grinning maliciously. “I hate to waste good product, but you seem more trouble than ye’d be worth. Let’s see how many body parts I’ll have to cut off before’n ye stop lookin’ so high n’ mighty.” He spoke slowly, closing the distance with large, slow steps as he uncoiled his whip once more.  He raised his whip for another attack. A gust of wind, this one more localized, suddenly knocked him backwards, sending the half-ogre to the ground. “I TOLD YOU THERE’D BE CONSEQUENCES!” The flying woman said from the sky, a palm pointed towards the Whip. She was powerful, to be able to create such blasts, enhance her voice and float at the same time without so much as breaking a sweat. “I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR FILTH LIKE YOU! SO FOR NOW I’LL JUST... ARRGH!” She screamed as she was pulled from the air at breakneck speed to the ground. The Whip had coiled his whip around her ankle while she was making her speech. “Stuck up silver haired fairies, huh? To think I’d run into such a price while ah’m down on me luck. You don’ even dream what you’re gonna sell for…” The beastly man licked his fat lips with an unnaturally long, flat tongue. Frita saw him slowly approaching the grounded girl, who seemed stunned from the powerful fall. Frita jumped to her feet quickly and ran to the monstrous enemy. Using her fire, she burned the ground he was standing on, while infusing her arms and legs with as much strength as she could enchant it with. The Whip tried desperately to avoid the flames suddenly burning his feet, only to be full body tackled by Frita, who slammed him up against a nearby wall. She grabbed at his hair and slammed his head down into her knee before wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders to throw him headfirst into the ground. It felt good to take back the initiative after the failure earlier. This guy was the worst scum imaginable, he was going to pay!<br/><br/>Frita continued to pummel the half-ogre, who didn’t have a second to catch his breath before he was punched by a stone fist, or thrown at another hard object. Frita wound up a flaming stone knuckle sandwich to finish the fight, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her side. Looking down, a knife had buried itself just below her ribs. It was a shallow wound, but it hurt like hell. Looking in the direction of the thrower, she saw that the tavern patrons were drawing nearer. A second knife flew towards her, but this one she was able to punch aside. This was bad. The thugs were slowly encircling her, their eyes hungry for blood. Their grinning faces sent a shiver down her spine as she got into a defensive position against the group.  She brought out her fire, blanketing the ground between them with a hellscape of powerful flames, buying herself time to place a patch of mud over the wound, closing it for now. There were a lot of them, but none of them seemed particularly good at fighting. This wasn’t the worst situation, she thought to herself. She heard a heavy groan behind her. “Impossible!” She thought. She should have taken him out for the count for at least a few hours! Let alone minutes! The terrifying giant stood, his right arm clearly broken in several places. That’s something at least, Frita thought to herself. The Whip punched the part of his arm that was broken. It made a wet and hollow crunching sound, like breaking open a coconut. He roared in pain as Frita shivered, terrified by the horrific display. The Whip wrapped his other hand around the broken part of his arm, as if putting the bone into the right place. A second later his hand on the broken arm started moving, and then, miraculously, the entire arm seemed to be fully healed. Looking closely, Frita could see that every scratch, every burned patch of flesh and every bruise had disappeared. “You’re… you’re not a half-ogre, huh…?” Frita said with a terrified smile. “Haha! Not quite. I’m all troll, baby! From the look on your face I assume you know what that means.” The Whip broke out in a hearty laugh, as he started walking towards Frita; he cracked his knuckles. “Let’s have some fun.”