She felt her body swell in size as she used her abilities first hand to turn her body from that of a woman of impressive stature to that of a beastman of sorts. A werewolf that stood many heads taller than those around her and an impressive one at that. Her precursor form was bloodied from the various battles she had been a part of since it’s conception.
Today would be no different for her; it was another job and one that she would do without even questioning it. She’d walk past the priest that she had gotten used to at this point, past the head priest that wanted to come and tell her the situation. She’d turn her head to stare at the both of them as they babbled on. Praising her for her work; praising her for doing what was right. She’d hold up her hand that wasn’t gripping the weapon of Shaka Zulu, no. The weapon that was Lucretia’s now.
”The job isn’t done yet. You can thank me after it’s over please.”
With her piece said the wolven woman started her trek downstairs knowing without a shadow of a doubt that today’s spirit would no doubt be a tough one if they were calling her again. The last one had nearly drained her of all her mana before supping on her life force itself. That was something that she wanted to avoid today.
WC: 329/2000