Rushing through the clashes, I tracked her. She wouldn't be on the front line, it wasn't her style. She preferred to let others do the dirty work for her. A secluded place from where she could watch the fighting, safe and sound, and enjoy the spectacle of her allies and enemies falling one after the other. A river of blood soaked the earth and the monster would not be satisfied until its master joined the bodies that were piling up in its wake. Hope and Naya had let Fury resume her place, but this time something was different. The old Fury killed coldly and was aware of every life she took. The new one was nothing but violence and had long since lost count of those who had fallen under her fangs and claws. Those I cared for had been bruised in their flesh and for that they would all perish
