Now a little time and many bodies later, Sykyr would arrive in Hargeon, a port town largely inhabited by fisherman. She looked around and everything was much too...clean. This town was in need of a severe paint job and she knew just what color the town needed...red.
Interrupting her thoughts were two children that apparently saw fit to grab onto her ponytails and attempt to swing around on them. A year ago, that would have hurt, but in the time on the road, she learned to control her magic and strengthen her hair in its natural state, so this was an annoyance. But children... She grimaced but then remembered the town's paint job. And who better to take on the task than her. She flattened her ponytails to razor's edges and the children's own momentum caused them to fly off of her hair, slicing their hands almost to the bone in the process. The children ran crying and screaming from their wounds, which provoked their mothers to storm their way to Sykyr, demanding to know what she did to their poor precious babies. Sykyr chuckled menacingly before speaking. "You should have kept a better eye on them. They did it to themselves. Just like you've done this to yourselves." With the last syllable, she plunged her hair blades into the mothers' chests and held them up six inches off the ground. Blood dripped from their bodies as they squirmed on the sharpened ponytails, which only made them slide further onto the edge's causing them to scream more and so on. This lasted a few minutes, as Sykyr had learned the human anatomy and where to stab someone to draw out their death and her pleasure.
After a their bodies went limp, Sykyr dropped them with a sickening thud. By now, horrified onlookers were screaming and running around, trying to get as far from the scene as humanly possible. The two children, however, knelt over their mothers' bodies as they cried for them to wake up. One child, a girl, shrieked so loudly, Sykyr just had to shut her up. She grasped the girl by her leg with her ponytail and lifted her up upside down, which only angered the pink haired woman more. Drawing back, she hurled the little girl towards the fountain in the middle of the town square, breaking her neck and instantly killing her upon landing.
The other child, a boy, would then start beating on Sykyr's leg. As he screamed, he asked why. That's all he said, on permanent repeat, like a broken record. She had to shut up him too! She grabbed him as well with her hair, this time by his arms and held him up in front of her. Using her bare hands, she grabbed the child by his neck. "JUST SHUT UP!" as she strangled the boy. Soon, his face started to turn red and then blue, and soon after that glimmer in his eyes started to fade. Sykyr took in every second until his body went limp and she dropped him on top of his mother. She sighed with relief, and then with joy. Oh yea, this town was in for a wake up call because Sykyr was visiting. And she wanted to have some fun.