<strong>Grayson Park</strong><br/><br/>More shots fired. More waiting with baited breath to see who if anyone was hit. Another sigh of relief. Nadia felt lucky to be alive at the moment, let alone able to move and fight, but move and fight she did. With each shot that rang out, her need to end this battle grew more desperate.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cleave: Rolled in person for DM: 5s to hit, 6s to damage. DM got 0s on soak roll.</div></div><br/>Nadia inhaled sharply and focused on what was becoming a familiar warm tingle as she prepared to strike at the creature yet again. The feeling seemed to originate in her chest and quickly spread throughout her extremities. Though she felt she could track the power, it seemed to fill her entire being within milliseconds, and did not stop where her body did. The sensation seemed to flow out through her fingertips and the branch she held seemed to resonate with the energy. She now felt that she understood her new ability. She was able to take her desperation, her passion, and imbue its force into a weapon. She had the power to end this now.<br/><em><br/>You won't hurt anyone ever again.</em>She said this to the monster only in her mind. Her vision was already tinted crimson with rage. He had betrayed his wife and child. He had betrayed the human race. He was the worst kind of father. The worst kind of abomination. His existence was an affront to her, and she intended to end it.<br/><br/>The beast was prone beneath the branch that fell on him, and Nadia brought her weapon down upon him with all the wrath she could muster. It came down with a sickening squashing sound, and the monster moved no more. This battle was over, but Nadia was not satisfied. She lifted the branch, over her head, and exhaled a passionate cry as she brought the weapon down on the creature again. A third time she repeated the action as she expelled her anger. She'd been dragged into the darkness because of fiends like him. Perhaps she was only now realizing her resentment. For the fourth time her makeshift club met fleshy resistance as Alan looked on.<br/><br/>Five. The branch met a pile of gore. Six. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. Seven.  Her knees began to feel weak. Eight. Her hands shook. Nine. The branch splintered dead center and broke in two. It could take no more of Nadia's punishment. She let the piece she still held slip out of her fingers as she dropped numbly to her knees.<br/><br/>The danger in the past, the adrenaline gone, Nadia clutched at her bleeding shoulder. With glassy, teary eyes she looked up to Alan.<br/><br/>"It's dead, right?"<br/><br/>She now showed him her vulnerable side, a side she'd not shown for years. If he looked into her eyes right now, he would see all the despair of a twelve year old at her father's funeral.<br/><br/>