Enter the Warrior

When they were finally back into the bedroom and in the process of drying from their escapades, she began dressing with a swiftness. A methodicalness. You would actually get to watch this time as the layers of clothing were put in place.

"You've raised her well. I'm sorry that you're having to do so much of that on your own. But you are excelling. She's growing up into a fine young lady that I'm sure will turn into an even more wonderful woman. I'd have to imagine it's nice to have someone watching your back that's so capable. The food does smell good though. You should go eat."

Working now on brushing out her shower wet hair, It slowly began being done back in a series of braids that were then worked into one before being tucked down the back of her upper layers. It seemed an almost ritualistic habit if you were watching her at all.

He was about halfway through his mountain of food when Him, Abi, and Silvie all went stone still. The presence they felt closing in, it took them a moment but someone was in the elevator, heading up here, and whatever they had in mind it didn't bode well for anyone on this floor. Whether Bre assisted them or not the three moved as if to ready themselves for an altercation. Padraics hand was on the door when he heard the explosion of wood from out in the hall. The door opened but the crashing body coming through his bedroom wall grabbed his attention and drew him in there. Axe in hand he fell upon the man pulling himself out of his bed with an intensity only befitting the God of Vengeance.