Leo's Fury Unleashed

"You were at the tavern, along with the party you hunt with. While all the other partymates were in their seats, talking together and laughing loudly, Leo was sat at a seat by herself, drinking a beer." Loud noises, happy laughters. I hate them all. But the worst guy among then all is... "As you approach her, you hear her talking to herself. But as she notices you, she shoots you a glare." dump ♡, what the hell do you want, you idiot? Were you eavesdropping me?! "She says, as she sighs loudly and takes another sip from her beer. She then looks at you again, but with a less annoyed expression." So, what do you want from me? Just leave me alone.

"She takes another long swig of her beer, her amber eyes glaring daggers at you over the rim of the mug. After a moment, she sets it down with a loud clank and turns to face you fully, her petite but toned frame tense with barely contained irritation." Going on? You want to know what's going on? Fine, I'll tell you. Those insufferable fools you call friends are driving me up the wall with their incessant chatter and stupidity. They're more concerned with guzzling ale and boasting about their pathetic adventures than actually getting anywhere or accomplishing anything meaningful. And you... "She leans forward, her voice dropping to a low, venomous hiss." You're the worst of them all, always snooping around, always asking questions, always getting in my way. Can't you just leave me alone for once without making a damn noise or causing a ruckus? "She slumps back in her chair, running a hand through her short, messy black hair in frustration." But no, apparently that's too much to ask of you, isn't it, David?

"Her eyes narrow dangerously at your retort, her lips curling into a sneer." Oh, so now you're the smart one, are you? Well, let me tell you something, David. I'm not some simpering, naive little girl who doesn't know how the world works. I've been around, I've seen things, and I've done things that would make your puny little mind reel. "She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest, her posture radiating defiance and superiority." And you know what? I'm sick and tired of having to constantly explain myself, to constantly justify my existence in this party of bumbling oafs. I don't need to prove myself to you or anyone else. I'm here because I choose to be, and if you can't handle that, then maybe you should be the one to leave me alone. "She takes another long swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving yours, daring you to challenge her."

"She scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically." Oh please, as if you could ever make me quake with fear or intimidation. You're just a big, soft, lumbering oaf who trips over his own feet and spills his ale every time he tries to act tough. "She uncrosses her arms and leans forward again, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper." Face it, David. You're the weak link in this party. The one who needs to be constantly coddled and protected. The one who can't even tie his own boots without assistance. "She sits back, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips." So go ahead, keep testing my patience. See how far you can push me before I finally snap and decide to leave you all behind. I'm sure you'll be devastated. "She turns away from you, taking another sip of her beer, her posture radiating disdain and contempt."

"She whirls back to face you, her eyes blazing with fury." How dare you! I am not some simpering coward who runs away at the first sign of trouble. I'm a warrior, a fighter, a survivor. I've faced down monsters and bandits, I've battled beasts and brutes, and I've come out on top every single time. "She stands up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, and advances on you, her small frame practically vibrating with barely contained rage." And you, David, with your constant need to prove yourself, your pathetic attempts at being a hero... you have no idea what it's like to fight, to bleed, to survive in this cruel, unforgiving world. You have no idea what it's like to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, to have to constantly watch your back and be ready for the next threat. "She stops inches away from you, her face mere inches from yours, her breath hot on your skin." So don't you dare lecture me about being a coward. You have no idea what you're talking about. "Her eyes bore into yours, challenging, daring you to prove her wrong."

"She narrows her eyes, her jaw clenching in anger." A legend? Is that what you think I am? Some exaggerated, overhyped story that gets told around the campfire? "She steps even closer, her body nearly pressed against yours, her voice a low, dangerous growl." Let me tell you something, David. Every single story, every single tale about my exploits... they're all true. Every monster I've slain, every bandit I've routed, every beast I've bested... it all happened. And it all happened because I'm better than you in every single way. "She reaches out, her hand gripping your chin firmly, forcing you to meet her gaze." I'm faster, stronger, smarter, and more capable than you could ever hope to be. And deep down, you know it. Deep down, you know that you're nothing compared to me. "Her eyes flash with a mixture of anger and something else... something almost like pride." So why don't you stop trying to prove yourself to me and just accept your place in this world? Accept that you'll never be more than a second-rate imitator, always in my shadow, always falling short. "She releases your chin with a harsh shove, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest once more, her posture radiating superiority and contempt."

"She throws her head back and laughs, a sharp, bitter sound that cuts through the tavern like a knife." Oh, David, you really are pathetic, aren't you? Always trying to get a rise out of me, always thinking you can push my buttons and get a reaction. Well, guess what? You're not getting one. "She turns away from you, her voice dripping with disdain." You want to prove yourself? Fine. Prove it. Show me that you're more than just a bumbling oaf with a death wish. Show me that you're worthy of being in the same party as me. "She takes another long swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving you, watching your every move like a hawk." But until then, I'm done wasting my time on you. I have more important things to do than coddle your fragile ego or try to drag you up to my level. "She stands up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, and starts to walk away, her hips swaying with each step." See you around, David. Try not to cause too much trouble while I'm gone. "She throws a final, contemptuous glance over her shoulder before disappearing into the crowd of the tavern, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the taste of your own bitterness in your mouth."

"She pauses mid-step, her hand resting on the back of her chair, her head slowly turning back to look at you over her shoulder. Her eyes are narrowed, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity flickering in their depths." Oh? And what exactly do you have planned, David? Are you going to try and follow me? Are you going to attempt to prove yourself to me once again? Or are you just going to sit there, stewing in your own self-pity and inadequacy? "She turns fully to face you now, her arms crossed over her chest, her posture challenging and expectant." Well? I'm waiting. Show me what you've got, David. Show me that you're not just all talk and no action. Show me that you're worthy of being in the same room as me, let alone the same party. "Her eyes gleam with a mixture of challenge and something else... something almost like excitement. She's daring you to prove her wrong, to show her that you're more than just a bumbling fool. And deep down, you know that if you can do it... if you can prove yourself to her... then maybe, just maybe, she'll finally start to see you as an equal."

"Her eyebrows raise slightly, a flicker of interest passing over her face before she schools her expression back into one of cool indifference." A wager? And what, pray tell, does this wager of yours entail? "She leans back in her chair, her arms still crossed over her chest, her eyes never leaving yours." Because if it involves trying to prove my superiority over you once again, I'm afraid you're wasting your time. I've already proven time and time again that I'm the better one of us. "She takes a sip of her beer, her eyes still locked on yours, watching your every move with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism." So what is it, David? What grand plan have you concocted to try and elevate your pathetic self in my eyes? "She raises an eyebrow, a challenge glinting in her eyes." Well? I'm waiting. Impress me.

"Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise passing over her face before she quickly masks it with a look of cool indifference." Is that so? And what exactly do you mean by 'tougher opponent'? "She leans forward, her elbows resting on the table, her head tilted slightly to one side." Because I can assure you, David, that I'm more than capable of taking down any opponent that comes my way. No matter how tough, no matter how strong, no matter how skilled. "She sits back, a smirk playing on her lips." So tell me, what exactly are the terms of this little wager of yours? And what do you stand to win, exactly? Because I can promise you one thing... "She leans in close, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper." If you lose... you're out of the party. No questions asked. No second chances. Just gone. "She pulls back, her eyes challenging, daring you to take the bait." So what do you say, David? Are you ready to put your money where your mouth is? Are you ready to prove to me that you're not just all talk and no action? "Her eyes gleam with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, eagerly awaiting your response."

"She leans back, a look of mock surprise on her face." Oh, so now you're trying to play the big shot, are you? Trying to act like you're the one in charge? "She takes a long swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving yours." Well, I've got news for you, David. I'm not some meek little maiden who's going to roll over and play dead just because you've decided to make a bet. "She stands up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, and advances on you, her small frame radiating an intensity that's almost palpable." If you want to make a bet, then make it. Choose your opponent. Choose your terms. And then, if you're still alive after we're done, maybe... just maybe... I'll consider your offer. "She stops mere inches away from you, her face level with yours, her eyes blazing with a mixture of challenge and something else... something almost like excitement." So what do you say, David? Are you brave enough to put your money where your mouth is? Or are you going to run away with your tail between your legs like you always do? "She raises an eyebrow, a challenge glinting in her eyes." Well? I'm waiting. Show me what you're made of, David. Show me that you're not just all talk and no action. *Her breath is hot on your skin, her body so close

"Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise passing over her face before she quickly schools her expression back into one of cool indifference." The Red Vipers? I wasn't aware that you knew anything about them, David. "She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper." Are you sure you can handle them? Because I can assure you, they're not some pushover to be taken down by a mere bumbling oaf like yourself. "She pulls back, a smirk playing on her lips." But I suppose if you're so confident in your abilities, then by all means, let's do this. "She stands up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, and starts to gather her things." We'll head out at first light. Meet me at the edge of town, and we'll see who comes out on top. "She slings her pack over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and anticipation." And just so we're clear... if I win, you're out of the party. No questions asked. No second chances. Just gone. "She turns to leave, her hand on the door, but she pauses, glancing back over her shoulder." Oh, and David? Don't forget to bring your A-game. Because if you don't... *She lets the sentence hang in the air, unfinished, but the meaning clear. With that, she disappears out the door, leaving you

*As you make your way out of the tavern and towards the edge of town, your mind is racing with thoughts of the upcoming battle. The Red Vipers... they're not just some ordinary gang of mercenaries. They're ruthless, brutal, and utterly merciless. They've been terrorizing the countryside for months now, leaving a trail of bodies and broken dreams in their wake. And you... you're going to face them? You're going to take on the best that they have to offer and come out on top? "As you approach the edge of town, you see Leo already waiting for you, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She turns as you approach, a smirk playing on her lips." Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up. I was beginning to think you'd chickened out. "She steps closer, her voice dropping to a low, challenging tone." So, David. Are you ready for this? Are you ready to face the Red Vipers and prove to me that you're not just all talk and no action? "She leans in close, her breath hot on your ear." Because I can assure you... they won't go easy on you. They'll push you to your limits and then some. They'll break you down and rebuild you in their image. And if you're not careful... *She pulls back, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and something else... something

"She narrows her eyes, a look of disbelief and frustration passing over her face." Oh, for the love of... Fine. If you're so damn determined to do this, then let's do it. "She turns away from you, her hand on the hilt of her sword." But don't come crying to me when it all goes wrong. I never said I'd go easy on you, David. I never said I'd hold your hand or coddle your fragile ego. "She starts walking towards the horizon, her stride purposeful and determined." If you want to prove yourself to me, then prove it. Show me that you're worth fighting alongside. Show me that you're not just a burden on this party. "She stops at the edge of the town, her back to you, her head bowed slightly." Well? What are you waiting for, David? Let's go show those Red Vipers what we're made of. "She turns her head slightly, glancing back at you over her shoulder." And just remember... if you lose... you're out of the party. No questions asked. No second chances. Just gone. "With that, she turns back around, her posture radiating confidence and determination, eagerly awaiting your response."

*As you both set off towards the horizon, the sun just starting to peek over the tops of the trees, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in your chest. The Red Vipers... they're out there, somewhere in the wilderness, waiting for you. And you... you're going to face them. You're going to take on the best that they have to offer and come out on top. "As you walk, Leo keeps a steady pace beside you, her steps sure and confident, her posture radiating an aura of strength and power. She glances at you occasionally, as if to make sure you're keeping up, as if to make sure you're not falling behind." So, David, "she says, her voice low and rough," what exactly do you think you're going to do against the Red Vipers? Because I can assure you... they won't go easy on you. They'll push you to your limits and then some. They'll break you down and rebuild you in their image. And if you're not careful... "She lets the sentence hang in the air, unfinished, but the meaning clear. She turns to look at you, her eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and something else... something almost like excitement." So tell me, David. What's your plan? What are you going to do to prove yourself to me? *Her question hangs in the air between you, a challenge and a dare

"She raises an eyebrow, a look of skepticism passing over her face." One by one? Oh, David, you really are delusional, aren't you? "She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips." The Red Vipers don't work that way. They're not some petty criminals that you can take down one by one. They're a gang, a team, a family. And they'll fight with every ounce of strength and cunning they have. "She stops walking, turning to face you fully, her eyes boring into yours." If you want to prove yourself to me, David... if you want to show me what you're capable of... then you need to think big. You need to come up with a plan that takes into account the fact that you're not just facing one enemy... you're facing an entire group of them. "She starts walking again, her pace even faster than before." Think about it, David. How do you deal with a gang of ruthless mercenaries? How do you take them down without getting yourself killed? "She glances at you again, a challenge glinting in her eyes." Give me one good reason why I should believe in your abilities, David. Give me one good reason why I should think that you're worth fighting alongside. *Her words hang in the air between you, a challenge and a dare. She's pushing you, testing you, trying to see if you have what it takes

"She stops walking, turning to face you fully, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considers your words." A surprise attack? Using the terrain to your advantage? "She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips." That's cute, David. Really cute. But let me tell you something... "She steps closer to you, her voice dropping to a low, intense whisper." The Red Vipers have been doing this for years. They know every trick in the book. They've been anticipating attacks from all sides. They've got scouts and spies and informants everywhere. "She leans in even closer, her breath hot on your ear." And they're not going to fall for some basic, obvious trap. They're not going to let you use the terrain to your advantage. They'll be ready for you, David. They'll be waiting for you. "She pulls back, her eyes boring into yours." If you want to take them down, you're going to have to do something extraordinary. Something that will catch them completely off guard. Something that will make them wonder how you managed to do what you do. "She turns away from you, her hand on the hilt of her sword." So tell me, David. What's your plan? What are you going to do to prove yourself to me? *Her question hangs in the air between you, a challenge and a dare. She's pushing you, testing you, trying to see if you have

"Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise passing over her face before she quickly schools her expression back into one of cool indifference." Infiltrate their ranks? Gather intel? "She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips." Oh, David, you really are delusional, aren't you? "She starts walking again, her pace even faster than before." The Red Vipers are not some disorganized group of thugs that you can infiltrate and gather intel on. They're a tight-knit family, a loyal brotherhood. They wouldn't let just anyone waltz into their ranks and start snooping around. "She glances at you again, a challenge glinting in her eyes." And even if by some miracle they did let you in... do you really think you could gather enough intel to make a difference? Do you really think you could come up with a plan that would take them down? "She stops walking, turning to face you fully, her arms crossed over her chest." No, David. If you want to prove yourself to me... if you want to show me what you're capable of... then you're going to have to do something bold. Something daring. Something that will make me believe in you. "She steps closer to you, her voice dropping to a low, intense whisper." So tell me, David. What are you going to do? What are you going to do to prove yourself to me