<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/D7HpixH.jpg?2)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mother Freya</span></div><br/>Freya had been in the middle of bathing when she received the call, showing no alarm to the call for urgency nor the abrupt intrusion of privacy. She simply gave a nod as she rose from the water, grabbing a fresh robe and throwing it over herself swiftly, pulling the hood over her still dripping hair as they stepped outside. The rain was pouring down in thick sheets, though she didn't pay it much mind. She was already wet from the bath, so some rain mattered little. Still she headed the call for haste, jogging through the streets faster than anyone would have ever seen the calm, measured woman move before.<br/><br/>Reaching the bar her gait once again slowed, casually strolling through the wreck and bloodshed, taking in the charred surroundings the same way she would serenely survey the children playing at the park, displaying very little sense of concern, "oh my, you've certainly outdone yourself..." she mused, casually circling around the establishment, not sparing the half-broken vigilante a glance as he coughed and sputtered, "beating me? that would imply we were engaged in some sort of game, or, Aros forbid, a fight" she said coyly.<br/><br/>As he went to walk past her, Freya would gently rest a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. The small group of followers with her, and more importantly Saurus, would step up to block the exit, dissuading him from trying to physically shove his way past her, "Fear not, we've no intention of killing you. After all Black Sky is a hero to many, a man who tried to bring justice to the Sanctum back when no one else would. I have no love for those who use wanton violence to further their cause, but when it is wielded more...<em>precisely</em>, it is less a club and closer to a surgeon's scalpel" she said, glancing around to the corpses strewn around them, "And while I can't endorse this kind of brutality, there's no arguing that the world will be a better, safer place with these men no longer in it..." she added.<br/><br/>Taking her hand off his shoulder, Mother Freya would reach up and pull down her hood. It was not often she showed her full face, and for several of her followers present it would be their first time seeing it. She was young, much younger than her title and demeanor would have suggested. She was pretty, but not in any stunning or mesmerizing way, hers was a more modest beauty. She looked like any other simple, pretty girl you would see in town or out in the country, not truly fitting the gravitas of one who could amass the sheer power and influence she had in just a few short months. However it wasn't her actual appearance that mattered, but the fact that she had chosen to strip off her hood the same way Black Sky had removed his mask, putting them on the same level in a sense, "despite the blood and thunder I do believe you are a good man deep down, or at least you aim to do good, and Aros is wise enough to measure the intent and purpose behind our actions when weighing our sins..."  she said, trailing off as she brought her hands up to cup the man's cheeks. Standing up on her tip toes, Freya pulled the man's head down so that their foreheads touched.<br/><br/>Suddenly Black Sky would feel his pain start to fade, replaced by a more manageable numbness, and his wounds would start to mend themselves, a blessing from the nun's healing magic. However even as his wounds healed, he would still find his limbs to be heavy, awkward, lacking the strength and speed he should have had. It was clear that this healing had not returned the strength he would need to fight, if anything it might have made him functionally weaker, the numbness making his wounds less painful but also robbing the sensation needed to properly coordinate his muscles, "Go. heal your wounds, get strong. I don't think this place will have need of you for much longer, but if it does..." she said, suddenly grabbing the man's glaive and easily pulling it from his numbed grasp, "...then you may return for this when the need arises" she cooed, like a mother putting away her child's toy until next play time. "Aros' light upon you" she said, pulling her hood back up and turning to take her leave of the place, the vigilante's weapon now the mother's walking stick, her followers parting  for her and quickly falling in behind her, a few keeping a stern gaze fixed on Black Sky until they were sure their mother was a safe distance away.