<strong>Nadia Simone - Roughshod Club</strong><br/><br/>Nadia turned on her heel, spun back around and peered into the crowd once the strange refrain began. She witnessed the bouncer's final moments and then all but bone was gone in a puff of ash and shadow and fire and rot. "What the fu..." she began to exclaim before the stench of burned flesh choked her up. She cast a glance at her band-mates who were gearing up for the next song, seemingly oblivious to the trouble on the floor.<br/><br/>For a moment she stood frozen in shock that no one else paid attention to the drama that was unfolding before her eyes. The creature stumbled about and one, two, three more people were engulfed in the fiery death dealt by him. Nadia could remain still no longer. and screamed into the mic. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"<br/><br/>The fans went wild. They thought it was another part of the show. The idea clicked into place in Nadia's mind.<em>'Alright then. Let em be blissfully ignorant. But no one else is gonna die. I worked my ass off to earn these fans.'</em><br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm talking to you!" she pointed and shouted into the mic trying to get the creature's attention. She covered the mic with one hand and to her band and remarked, "Back me up."<br/><br/>Aaron looked at Renee and The both shrugged. Renee began to lay down a sick bass-line and Aaron hammered away.<br/><br/>She leapt off the stage, guitar in hand and circled him for a moment as the audience stepped back to make a circle around them. Everyone must have been oblivious to the true form of her opponent. It was the only explanation for the fact that no one was panicking. Somehow, inside, she knew this theory to be true.<br/><br/>Her mind raced, but it was clear what her task was at this moment.<em>'So.. "it needs to die" eh?</em>' she pondered.<em>'So be it.'</em><br/><br/>She drew back for a moment, inhaling sharply. It felt as though the very essence of her being crackled with a burning raging strength. It seemed to rush out through her arms and gather in her guitar. The guitar began to hum of its own accord though nothing had touched it's strings. The hum grew louder and louder until it was an electric roar. She raised it over her head and let loose with a roar of her own. "No one fucks with my fans and interrupts my fucking show!"<br/><br/>Her battle cry complete, she brought the guitar down on the head of the creature before her. It's electric whine soon devolved into the squealing noise of feedback. As it made impact with the skull of the thing, the guitar began to give way and splinter apart. The screeching audio feedback faded into silence.