Ember Wolfe
Ember heard what William was saying to Oreron, but did not show any outward emotion, except for a sudden glint in her eyes. The look quickly faded when Ace sauntered over. "I have learnt today I know nothing about girls." She couldn't help but snort at this, "Girls are childish, impulsive and are easy to fall quickly in and out of love. If you know nothing about girls, you obviously have never been in the company of a woman." Ember's attention quickly went back to Oreron and William's conversation as Ace had interrupted her concentration... and only to turn her gaze back on Ace's face.
"You have met Owlsa before back at my place. I remember the pair of you did not get along very much for some reason. It seems the feral man is in fact her Father, though I am not sure about the other guy." At this she couldn't help but smile amusingly at Ace, as if talking to a forgetful child. "It appears Oreron-" She flicked her gaze at Oreron and back to Ace "-Is Owsla's father, or do you not remember Oreron?"
"He looks like a bit of a brat to be fair. Though he does have my good looks doesn't he?" Ace said with a smirk. She ignored that and quickly turned back to the current events.. that were quickly changing. She had already missed Oreron's reply to William, and now Owsla was talking to Ember. She quickly dismissed the girl before speaking to Ace, "I suggest you be a gentleman Ace and share a meal with the Halls. I'll be back later today."
With that said, she turned and walked away from them. Her long brown hair lifted by a passing breeze. That was overwhelming. That entire conversation with Ace, and being around people that weren't enemies was practically the only social adventure she's had outside of her work. It was... too peaceful, too much for her at the moment.
As soon as she was back in the tree-line, her posture changed back to that of a frustrated predator. She needed to -as modern humans say it nowadays- blow off some steam and that could only come in the form of fighting someone. If only there were some punching bags around. She continued walking, her stride full of purpose, her hair flowing out behind her like a cloak.
When she was far out from where Ace was, she heard a scream and couldn't help but be glad about it. Ember turned and made her way to where the screams were coming from and when she arrived at the scene she smiled. There were four guys, and two victimes, a girl and her mother. Three of the thugs were throwing the mother back and forth between them, and the girl was being held back by another. Ember made her presence known when one of the men threw a punch at the mother. She caught it in her fist just before it connected with the old women's cheek. "What the!" The man with his fist in Ember's hand tried pulling his hand back... And got it back as Ember drove his own fist into his face. Blood squirted from his nose as he fell onto his back.
The other men quickly forgot about their victims and focused their attention on Ember, an Angel of Massacre. The nickname fit her at the moment as her hair was split down her back a breeze lifting them, making it look like she did have weings.
Her newly found victims were so awestruck that they didn't even attempt to run when she turned and threw a backward roundhouse kick at the closest thug, knocking him unconscious. By the time he hit the floor, Ember had already dispatched the other two simply by touching them. She closed her eyes. A deadly mistake.
The thug she had hit with his own fist was back on his feet. He pulled out a plasma pistol and shot at Ember. She gasped as her armour took the hits, it's surface crackling with blue ribbons of electricity. "I was going to leave you and your pals alive, but I change my mind." With a quick movement she pulled out a dagger and let it fly. An audible thump filled the air as the dagger hit the man in his forehead, dead center, the body fell to the ground.
Ember killed the others with a few precise shots to the head with her assault rifle. She felt nothing over her actions. She felt nothing but the fire burning through her veins recede. The small fight was over, the fire that brought her to life was no longer needed.