Elizabeth Belmont

“True, I hear they are only good for fan service which... I’m not confident you have the personality for, so leave the fan service to me! Wait, no, uh... I’ll help you however I can since you’re serious!“

Spits out her cereal in shock.

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— Ken. "Apologizes for interrupting the game. Women, am I right? I hate to be rough, but sometimes you just have to break them when they got a mouth and spirit like this one."

— to result in a swift kick to the gut, doubling her over and causing the girl to collapse to the ground from the follow-up elbow to her back. >> "Strip her, walk her through the compound for all to see and then chain her to a wall." Without knowing, the man turned to —

— just like his good ol' Dad, eh?" The accent returning, stubbornness forefront and yet, to those who knew the girl well, it was apparent; she was afraid. "How 'bout you untie me and fight fair and square? Or ya'fraid of little ol' me?" She asked, but the response happened —

— had wrapped up, she didn't cower. The spit gathered landed directly on his face and when satisfied, she responded. "You know what I haven't forgotten, bud? That you're a coward and yer son is a little bitch, —

— for your actions. Not only did you steal from us, other dangerous individuals... but you tried to leave and dear, I'm not sure if you've forgotten, but your life belongs to me." The teen remained still, peering up at the man with an intense glare and once the speech—

— >> "Look at that; the bride has returned gentlemen and graces us with her presence again. How about a warm welcome?" With these words, the man approached, towering over her and pressing a knife to her cheek. "I don't want to scar your pretty face, but there are consequences —

—their clutches were thrown, and even so, the heated intensity of her gaze multiplied. A look of disgust on features, nostrils flare and lips curled downward. Slow clapping transpired, the man to Ken's right standing and causing the new ruckus the second they entered the room. —

— left behind in wake, but capture successful, and the teen found herself returned to the place it began. The noisy crew went wild, the mere presence of Lizzy setting most off and howling, whistling and furniture pounding commenced. Comments ignored, the failure of escaping —

— first hand, fate sealed the moment Alvarez soil touched, and no matter the honest intentions, she knew the potential outcome. A brief moment away turned sour, the additional resources for the war efforts acquired, and yet, the wrong crowd engaged. Apparent signs of struggle —

Distance irrelevant, time insignificant, and avoidance of issues only temporarily held off the inevitable. Yesterday, today, tomorrow or years from now, the past manages to catch up, and when it does, the bastard bites. The freshly recruited White Eclipse support educated —

— foreign territory. "W-where did you get cereal in the middle of a war...?"

The awkward sound of crunching grasped attention, familiarity of the situation registering and causing her to slowly turn towards the culprit. A sweatdrop formed, the look of defeat coming forth as she watched @GhastlyKeys eat cereal in the midst of Fiore's camp on —

UNDERSTOOD

"Huh? Sure." After he laid down, she kicked off her boots and lightly walked across his back. "Need your neck cracked, too?"

While abruptly standing, hand pushed his head down and shoved his face into his cereal. "CRUSH HER, BREAK HER BONES AND REARRANGE THAT SMUG FACE! NO MERCY FOR THE WEAK! AHHHH! GET HER, BELA-CHAAAAAAN!"