Lorraine growled, her face still salty from tears. Her friend's ring still in her white-knuckled hands,<br/>she knew what she had to do to this... animal (not even a woman) on the stage. She would get<br/>her hands on her and avenge her friend's death, and the deaths of those around her. There once<br/>were five in her group of hunters, but now there remained none but one; her.<br/><br/>A bitter expression on her face, she almost ran up to the woman and gave her a kick to the woman's<br/>stomach. Almost smiling as she watched the woman's face scrunch up in pain, she was pulled back by<br/>others who wanted a turn. That wasn't enough for Lorraine however.<br/><br/>She wanted more.<br/><br/>She stepped back in front of the woman and hissed at her the words,<br/><br/>"Cita mors ruit, we'll be seeing each other again soon I think."<br/><br/>Leaving the crowd after she spat on the prisoner, she would avenge her friends' deaths in the wasteland, away from<br/>the prying eyes of the city. There would be pain and suffering, but not death. She wanted to send<br/>a message to those who would betray her people once more, and taste the blood of her enemy<br/>while she was at it.<br/><br/>Oh how perfect this would be.