Emperor's Golden Garden Tavern

[Xing]

Isabelle literally made a facepalm
what kind of moron is that...
She approached the... thing.
She wasn't afraid - there's worse than some cardamine ravaged corpse. Much worse.
But it's not like she ever was afraid to fight. Fear disappeared in her long ago. So did many other humanly emotion, she sometime felt more artificially than anything else.
Probably the consequence of pushing the human body to its final limits in order to create the most advanced super soldiers Liberty could have dreamed of...

"I would love to solve this with words. I could say I am, say, probably going to overpower you in a few seconds. But, I doubt you will listen to me, so I will juste state that," she glanced at her watch quickly, "your ship is probably being locked down and sent to the trash compactor, right now."

She pushed slightly the handle of her blade, unsheathing her katana by a few centimeters as if offering him the choice.
Really, I'd have expected anything in a tavern but this...

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