In the middle of the harsh deserts an hour's carriage ride outside of Anvil, five figures streaked like lightning, their speed faster than even bullet trains, they had cones of air forming around them made to lessen the wind resistance.
"Oh? Another scorpion. Fregit your up."
"Again? Why are the others so fast? I just finished less than fifteen minutes ago."
"Because they shut their traps and kill their enemies. You waste too much time complaining."
"Ugh! Fine!" At the female voice's confirmation, she separated from the group and raise towards a target that pop out of the horizon. Obviously superimposing another figure on the scorpion, the woman violently impaled the monster like how one would hammer a nail all while cursing for everyone to hear.
"You! Fucking! Heartless! Piece! Of! Shit! I! Am! So! Telling! To the Mistresses! Be! Ready! You! Wolfen! Bull… eh it's dead? Already? Shit."
