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Jennifer’s body leaned towards Talon as he whirled around to reprimand her, that signature grin of mockery plastered over her face as always. Locien’s dark rumble of a chuckle gave her pause as it interrupted them then, causing her eyes to flicker up towards the elf. "You don't think this is my first battle do you Miss?” Locien asked, a condescending tone creeping into his words. Jennifer rolled her eyes at him, her sharp, cruel smile turning fully to address the dark elf now. She’d heard this expression so many times that his words were almost a muffled buzz to her ears as he spoke them. ”I've been wandering, and fighting people wherever I go for almost thirty years. Fighting for the sake of innocent lives is my goal for this battle here. Oh yes I expect to get at least one of these idiots alive, but I don't expect the rest of them to fall to their knees like cattle, they'll fight until they die fighting. After they die though, their fates in the afterlife are not going to be pretty, and do you know what I'm going to do to the one I want alive after I'm done with him?" Locien posed his last question rhetorically, “I'm going to cut open his stomach and pull out his insides and make him watch as my dragon feasts on it. That is what I will do to recompense the horrible crime that has been committed here.”

Jennifer’s only reply was to snort contemptuously in the face of the dark elf, as if daring him to make good on his threat. She seemed jaded even, her eyes briefly wandering into the depths of the barracks before falling back to Locien and regarding him with ill-mannered boredom. That naivety was exactly why she loathed people like Locien, to her there were far more interesting ways to torture someone. Though naive also, Talon was a different. He wouldn’t prolong the pain so long as he could help it, but that noble ideal was exactly why she could take pleasure in testing him. She caught the assassin's anxious look back at her as he responded to Locien, a look which cracked a grin over her cheeks, "Yes, I will accompany you," Talon confirmed.

She leapt up nonchalantly, taking slow casual strides behind the assassin until they were led into the torture room. Like a typical interrogation, seated in the middle of the empty stretch of space like a main attraction was their apparent prisoner, a hooded mage. Jennifer found her way to the back of the room and supported her spine up against the thick masonry. Of course her main reason for joining them wasn’t to gain information, it wasn’t even to torture the mage as much as that would’ve amused her. Jennifer was simply there to observe Talon’s behaviour. She watched him carefully as the young man stepped towards the mage, her excitement growing the moment the hooded man initiated conversation. The crowning point arrived as Talon’s fist took hold of the man’s shoulders, a knife suddenly appearing in his hands as Talon held the tip of the blade precariously against man’s neck. Vaguely reminded of the time he’d lunged at her, her own fingers worked their way over the lines of her throat before rubbing the skin of her neck.

She blacked out abruptly and only came to when she felt the cold, damp sensation of the floor all across her body. Her slender frame trembled from the aftershock of the mage’s fire blast but she was otherwise unharmed as she stood up with a shake of her head.

"If you both are alright, then we need to head back to Skyfall. My father left something there for me to see. We'll be needing this,"

Talon’s voice diverted her attention to the sparkling key he held in his hands before he visibly cursed. Her eyes narrowed as she barely suppressed her own groan at the prospect of flying, turning the harsh sigh into a meagre whimper.

"These magi don't mess around, I'm sure Miss Warlock here won't fare any better against em," Locien added.

“That’s rather perceptive of you Locien, I don’t recall having done anything in front of you which could be warranted as warlock activity, how do you know I can even use magic?” she said, smirking coyly towards him. She strode over to Talon then and innocently wrapped her arms around him, her own hands falling gently over the arm clutching his chest as she latched her curvaceous body onto his, “And that’s why I have Talon here to protect me. My own dark knight, surely I can trust such a gracious person to prevent harm from befalling me,” she winked up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief.