@Blaze Enderman !
"I can't believe it was that easy! Didn't put up much of a fight that one. Right, boys?" A tall, muscular man with dark hair that was shaved at the sides, along with many piercings on his body, including one on his lower lip, asked his comrades while simultaneously reaching for a bottle of ale. Popping open the top, he took a big gulp of it before setting it down on the table before him, propping dirty boots up as well. "Wench deserved what she got after all, teasing us like that." He and his two buddies laughed at that, also drinking their own ales.
Pretty soon, the first one got up jumping to his feet. "Let's head back to headquarters, boys. Boss likely wants to find out more about that store of loot we found in that cave. After we bypass all the rocks blocking the way, we can gather up our finds and loot that place dry." The others agreed and off they went.
Arriving at the HQ where they conducted all their thieving and smuggling business, the lead one stepped in, boots creaking on the hardwood floor of the warehouse that the gang used. He quickly became aware that something was very wrong, for the stench of burning bodies and smoke soon filled his nostrils then and he coughed at that. "The fuck happened here?" He didn't have much time to wonder though, for as soon as all three men entered the now abandoned and burnt warehouse, a huge explosion went off then. Fire immediately consumed their flesh and they ran around screaming bloody murder as the flames quickly burned them to nothing but black ashes.
A dark figure soon emerged in a cloud of smoke after all was said and done, cold red eyes gleaming in hate and victory. It was done. Now all the thugs were no more. And for Morguen it was just another job well done. The fire orb had served its purpose wonderfully and she couldn't have been happier. The world now had that much less filth tainting its very soil. The small gang of thieves and cut-throats had been not only the cause for theft from many influential people, but also murder and rape as well. It had been high time to put a stop to it.
Her client Belinda, the girl they had harassed, had in both rage and sorrow called upon Morguen to make those scum get what they deserved. And Morguen being the loyal Fury she was, had delivered that. And it was not so much glorious as it was justice being served. After all, she was responsible for offing such disgusting culprits, those who deserved death. While Morguen believed in administering her own brand of justice and was loyal to whoever her employers were at that time, she would never stoop to dealing a fiery death to anyone innocent. Nor those who were immune to her powers would she deal with. Any kind of crime though, was fair game to her no matter what form it took. Her victims never survived her attacks, Morguen made absolutely sure of that.
Throwing back her hood, hair like a burning pyre was revealed to match those red eyes of hers as Morguen looked around with a satisfied smile. Breathing in the fumes, she inhaled the aroma of soot and ash before she made to take her leave then. The job was done, there was no reason to stick around any longer. Eyeing the remains one last time, she prepared to make her exit. It was time to return back to the Black Tower.
