“You stilled the lives of women not easily defeated you fight like no other, “she says pausing, “Give name?”

“I am Bette Porter most trusted and honorable soldier serving Lesbiannicus and the true queen of the throne Queen Lenore.”

“Bette Porter?”

“I am.”

“Do you know who I am Bette Porter, “she responds in a condescending tone.

“A bottom feeding cunt.”

“You know what they say about bottom feeding cunts, “she says smiling, “We never fight fair.” Before Bette could respond five other women appeared from the shadows.

“And neither do we, “a voice says in a sarcastic tone. Out of the corner of her eye Bette sees someone standing next to her with sword drawn. At first she assumed it to be another enemy, however when she turned her head she was surprise to see Gaia standing by her side ready to engage in battle. Gaia meeting her gaze nods her head affirming she was there to fight alongside her not against her.

“Seems we have another who welcomes death.”

“Judging from the spilled blood of your friends that lay upon the ground it is you who will welcome the afterlife.” None too impressed with Gaias confident tone the woman along with the other five women aggressively rush towards them both. Gaia smiling as they approached unsheathes her other sword in anticipation for what was to come.

Meanwhile, inside the pub laughter, cheers, and welcomed conversation could be heard throughout. With the exception of the soldier who volunteered to assist Bette as she stepped out for fresh air no one noticed both she and Gaia were no longer present. It wasn’t until the entrance doors flew open all conversation and movement ceased. Gazing at the entrance both Bette and Gaia stood side by side covered in blood and dirt.

“Bette! Gaia! What becomes of this are you harmed? Those who did this are there more!?” One soldiers says unsheathing her sword. It did not take long for everyone to quickly gather around them with looks of worry and concern upon their faces.

“Come allow me to tend to your wounds!?”

“There is no need as the blood spilled is not our own, “Bette says.

“What was the cause of this, “another soldier asks curious to know.