<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/682703493682081792/2MWpsaIy_400x400.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Spitfire<strong></strong></strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Outside Halycon Hunter Offices -----> To Inside Halycon Hunter Offices<br/><strong>Group</strong>Masks<br/><strong>Action</strong>Intimidation ? (Not sure if there is a roll to be made)<br/><br/>A bored expression crossed her face when she considered the pair blocking what would soon be her path.  Another sip of her coffee was taken before she addressed the pair.  Spitfire made sure to draw out the gesture, making eye contact with them both over the rim of her Styrofoam cup.  Then there was the sight before she tossed the cup aside with half the remaining concoction sprayed across the sidewalk.  Shoulders rolled and her fingers formed a pair of fists with a pop of her knuckles.<br/><br/><strong>“Move or be moved.”</strong><br/><br/>With those iconic words she began her stalking steps forward to the doorway and the situation beyond.<br/>