Yumi snorted in mild amusement as she walked through the streets of Oak heading to the bar that Frankie worked at. She walked in the front door but was stopped by the bouncer who placed a hand on her right shoulder. Yumi grabbed his wrist and applied pressure causing the man to scream in pain as he dropped to his knees. Yumi released her grip and walked past him heading to the bar where she found Frankie pouring her a glass of malt whiskey into a 285ml glass. Yumi accepted the glass and took a sip as Frankie began to explain the situation, "This is how it is. That shop keep turns out he hasn't paid and he refuses to says we strong armed him. So the boss needs someone to convince him to pay up today. Don't care what you do just don't kill the guy, he can't pay if he's dead. Got it?" Spoke Frankie as he leaned against the bar a towel over his shoulder. Yumi downed the drink slamming the glass on the table, "Yes." The old woman then left making her way out of the bar and back into the streets.
The old woman looked about and started making her way through the streets remembering her way to the shop keeps store. She remembered exactly where it was, all she needed to do was now think of how to get him to pay. She could simply frighten him by using a bit of magic and killer intent, but she wanted to make him sweat so she was going to destroy his store, break anything she saw. The old woman smirked at the thought of destruction, she would make sure to thoroughly break everything in the store. She would leave nothing unturned not even a pickle jar.
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