"Get out of my F*CKING way!"
Tycondrius pursed his lips. That was his sister's voice at the entrance.
"(Princess, grant us kindness! Lady Ananta is not to be disturbed!)"
"(Princess Cass, I beseech you to cease thy actions! Our lives our forfeit, should you continue!)"
It was a troublesome notion. His dialogue with Ananta was as full of nuance as it was restrained hostility. His sister's foul tongue and provocative nature were going to break the status quo and potentially get one or both of them killed...
"Seven hells!" Cass cursed, "Why would I give a shite about a pair of-- ah, F*CK OFF!!"
The raucous booms of two ⌈Wind Bullets⌋ reverberated throughout the chamber, a cloud of dust kicking up just outside the entrance.
War Princess Cassiopeia strode into the room, covered in traces of blood and ash.
"Princesss," Ananta addressed her, "thisss area is resserved for my family."
