Environmental Awareness: superior (rank 2)
The reaction of the three thugs was instantaneous... But not enough.... Years of spending time in Africa....Away from civilization and all its conveniences, Alanna learned things that no other lady of her age would have dreamed of even contemplating, from slacks to fist-fighting....But her greatest strength was her patience, revered enough by the natives to earn her the nickname "Mamba"....."Crocodile" in Swahili.
Unlike her late brother who could look at you and know what you were, what you did that day, etc.....Alanna would lie in wait, observing all....Aware of everything around her...And then strike. Like hunting lions in the Dark Continent, her senses so expanded that she would note the least little things...The smell of oil behind her, giving her a weapon as she grabbed the lamp and smashed it into the mans face....The faint whisper of something swishing through the air, causing her to duck as the club swung where her head would have been, upon which she countered by aiming a kick to smash into his solar plexus....Leaving only one...Mr. Halitosis himself, who stumbled back in fear and sought to run out the door....He didn't get far....
Marksman: superior (rank 2)
Thirty Years ago.... Vimes estate.
Hidden away in the stables, five year old Alanna would be crying. Sobbing with all the sorrow a child could muster, in a place she thought herself completely alone....When a voice spoke behind her.
"Oi, whats wrong this time?"
She gasped and spun, looking at the big man her mother said was her brother, Alex...Alanna would be awaiting the Courts decision on that one. For one, he looked nothing like her mother. Second, if he was her brother, why didn't she know of him before? And thus, would her logic be satisfied as she sniffed and looked away.
"Leave alone!" She winced. She was still unused to English, having been raised in Spain all her life up to this point....She expected Alex to ignore her, like how he did the past few weeks with her....Instead, he did something else....He sat down with her.
Somewhat nervous, her sobs becoming hiccups....Alanna would clutch her knees and hide her face...Half-expecting him to leave her again....He didn't. To her surprise, he would hold her in a half-hug...Awkwardly, but it was still a hug and she looked up, tear trails on her face as she looked at him in shock. It ended up eliciting a reaction from him, as he spoke gruffly, his neck turning red.
"This doesn't mean I'm still comfortable around you....Father sure sprung a surprise when he brought you and your mum home...Was it that Jeffry? Just nod yes or no...Gods, you do understand me right?"
Alanna wouldn't really get to much...But at the name "Jeffry", she would burrow her face in his shirt, about to cry again...Which had Alexander Vimes narrowing his eyes as he patted her on the back and stood up.
"Stay right here...."
And he would turn, and jog out of the stable....Only to be followed by little Alanna....It would take her some time to catch up, but when she did...She gasped aloud.
Jeffry, the heir of the neighboring family was a brute and a bully, for all he was thirteen years old...And he would be pummeling his fists into Vimes stomach while two of his mates would be holding Alex, though he sported a black eye and a split lip which Alex would set against with some pride, despite the pain....For Alanna, her fear of Jeffry turned to rage. Brother was getting hurt! And looking around, she would close her fist on a rock and throw it with all her might....And by some divine intervention maybe, it would fling true and impact in Jeffry's teeth, causing him to howl in pain....And giving enough of a distraction for Alex to break free, quickly laying on the blows to the point that all three of the bullies would run...And heaving a sigh, Vimes would wince and look at Alanna...Or at least, where she was. Seeing her brother(and unknowing that in her mind, he became her brother) safe had her run as fast as she could, clutching his legs in a tight hug as she babbled on in Spanish if he was alright, if he was ok, and did you see me hit that idiot in the mouth-!
Vimes would be absolutely stunned and turning red, he patted her gingerly on the back and suddenly chuckled, kneeling and wiping her face.
"Your a good shot, aren't you? "Little-Bright-Eyes"....
"Little-Bright-Eyes"..... Alex's nickname for her, ever since that day when as a five-year old, she threw a rock with pinpoint accuracy at a bullies mouth...Now in addition to all she did in her life, it was one of her greatest talents....And whipping a weighted knife from her belt, it was the habit of a lifetime to do instantly what as a child she did by accident...And she would let it fly, impacting into his coat and keeping him fast. Slowly drawing out another, she stepped closer and spoke.
"Fenris Black.....Where is he?"
Piercing Weapon: superior (rank 2)
- Ranged Attack
- Long Ranged Attack
Three Hours later.....
Walking back to her home in London, Alanna would step inside and sigh. What a day....And she would walk through her hallway, tossing her wide-brimmed hat on the coat stand as she sat down in her armchair, contemplating what she had learned today from the thug.
Apparently, nobody would really talk....Those that did, would speak of odd stories...Black Magic stuff, the dead rising, levitation, hellfire....All intriguing, but Alanna didn't believe in magic....And even if it was true....
She stood up suddenly and walked to a special case, opening it to reveal a battered, but lovingly cared for Elephant Gun....Any Hunters special weapon and pulling it out, she placed it to her shoulder and peered through the sight....Besides her throwing knives, it was her only weapon and she would sight down to a gargoyle statuette and growl.
"Fenris Black....Prepare to hear my Lovers Whisper....It'll be the last thing you'll ever hear.....