[It's the same sort of dark humor she has, the kind that makes people uncomfortable, the kind that makes people question her.

But if she had been there, she knows full well she probably would've beat the shit out of his father, possibly killed him. No mercy.

No kindness, either. Kindness left long ago. It took courage, they said, to remain kind in a cruel world.

She was a coward, through and through. She used to run, and now she feeds the beast.]

Like the dead.

[Shoulders roll. Neck pops.]

Start your warm up. We'll be working hand to hand combat still before we move into weapons, probably for a while or until I feel like it.