Devon Sanctuary 7:31 PM
Alezra was not here to break anyone out nor to stage some chaotic uprival. No she left that to the League they were envited to come and inflict whatever anarchy they wished. Azra was here for a singular reason to call a Lebaue out of hiding. They'd been in how many fights just to escape at last minute? Not so long ago the king of kings fought her, ran and had two goons asail her with posion. To be blunt Alezra fealt that the family she deemed as noble friends were sliping. So today she was calling them out, she wished to see the warrior. Measure their worth before coming to a conclusion to gauge if they deserved life or not. The current Sifu of the League stood on the cost of the cold island dressed in her usual black and red atire. A raven sat upon her shoulder waiting for the letter to be finished being writen.
"Dear Kazarian of your family I find you the most compeling and insulting. What litle about you was left in the LoS data banks made me want to witness your talents and think of you as a warrior. Something of merit rather than just a assassin claiming to be the best. So im asking you to come to this island put your blade to the test. You suggest that your going to execute all assassins, heres an opening to start from the top. Hope to see you at the latest island for housing the criminaly insane." The fast traveling raven would deliver it personaly, and vanish as soon as delivered. Blair had no enterist in long winded speaches it was simple he could show. Or he could define the family unworthy of respect in the eyes of the daughter of Death.
Lets Start A Riot
"Your insane lady seriously what the f*ck are you going to achieve doing this?" It was Cain's essence again rattling on in her head like the ever anoying pest he was. Desiray had once taken a drill and pushed it in her forhead to try and shut that arrogant psycho up. Cain wouldn't let go of his vessel though, Des woke up three weeks later in a hospital doctors amazed she was alive. Her life had been good subjectively normal for awhile again though everything seamed to fall apart. No more Justice League to tell her to try and be a better person. Forsaken Riders was fun but the associated bunch of thugs and bikers seemed to be a disasembled long forgoten pack of wolves. The Motor Mynx tried to join up with a school to help students and maybe herself and yet it seamed vacant. No home to go to, and the person she had a fling with seamed to vanish and never call out to her again. So the answer of the motion manipulating mad hatter was a very simple one.
"You see my dear inner voice I need friends, I must return to the play ground. And the school we go to has such a big play ground." The words of a slowly unravaling mind rolled from the bubble gum colored lips like velvet. She was a person who belonged in this prison and wasn't there. Sense they failed to confine her logic suggested the place fail to contain anyone else. So the boat sped forward faster than its engine would emit Her abilities pushing it to go at such speed as to make the engine burn a red iron hot. The blond with pig tail tips and clothing red and black climbed along the boat to the front where a motorcycle stood armed with twin fifty calibur machine guns on each side. The boat aimed for a rock jaging from the coast in what could work as a ramp. Which the vessel hit acurately, the boat shooting upwards in an arc. The walls were thick enough to take bunker buster rounds easily Desiray though sped up the ship to be impossibly fast it speared through the walls at impecable speed crashing into a cell with destructive force.
Hellequin of the engine rev ramped the motorcycle of the boat and manipulated the boat to go forward. It crashed through the walls its hull turned an individual to mush. Motorcycle landing into the make shift opening engine purring loud. Alarms rang, seaming like church bells to the lunatic behind the wheel. "F*ck I forgot my clever line." Des remarked in anoyance before Cain replied in turn. "Oh please model gone bad im sure it was a cliche. Just kill more stuffs!" Of course what was being discussed between two people esentially looked to most like one person.