It was with quick feet and quicker tongue that Jenai had rounded up the locations, or would be locations of all the Sisters. She would tell each one of what she knew of the attack.

Attack may have been a strong word for some....seeing how the sisters could handle just about anything, this was more an attack on Pride and the Scathachian could not look kindly on one of their own being treated in such a manner. Jen wanted blood. No more, no less. There would be no excuse and no way out.

Barging in the arms room, she was quick to grab up little bits of gear she felt, before, comfortable going without. It wasn't for her protection how she dressed. It was strictly business. And the Fire Orchid spread across her back itched with anticipation. When even smiled as she slung her long sword over her back, then smiled even bigger when the blessed mate followed on top. Screw what her training told her....if she got nudged into berserker, she'd not look back. She's only let it roll along with the heads of the men or women that played this kind of game.

She'd double her patrol route tonight as she skipped steps off the front porch. A quick glance at the Temple and Jen was out the front gate.

As she walked along the shadows, she let her mind wonder as to how anyone so stupid would try to stand in their way' These had to be people from a new land, tourist' But she had seen how retarded women had acted around Brian. Well, not seen, but heard. They all seemed to change their little sighs and tunes when she walked in the room. Some of the men too. She paused after turning a corner and smirked thinking about how much people just simply underestimated them. Maybe they just thought since they were women they acted just like the rest and would only hair pull and cat slap when it came down to it. But truth be told, each one had kills under their belts and heaven help them if each didn't wish to feel that euphoric race of the heart, the clenching of the gut, the smell of copper in the lungs. Adrenaline raced thru her and warmed every muscle she had. Ah Jenai, calm yourself beastie, do not give in yet. Do not give in unless they ask for it. That was not literal, after all Jenai Angelique was a firm believer in Interpretation is nine tenths of the law. She adjusted her Rules of Engagement according to that loop hole if need be.

Trixie was probably not helping to ease tension with her disappearing act. Ever since the "incident", she'd been stalking around by herself, sleeping on rooftops and lurking under rocks. Only once had she swung by the Scathachian HQ, and that was just to grab a change of clothes. She'd been careful to show up when she was sure Rae and Laufeia were out patrolling, the Chef, Jen, and Eddie were around at the Inn, and when Issy was at the otherside, in the Temple. It was a quick mission, and executed properly, with little sound made. She'd checked in on Keaton, too, on that same night, just to see how he was holding up. But she couldn't bring herself to talk with him, either. And her boys, the ones she'd just made so proud by earning her piercing license, they didn't even get the 411. Though, they'd gotten used to her doing her "lone wolf" thing a decade ago.

She kicked at a rock, sending it spiraling into the murky waters off the Rhy'din docks. Passer-bys and ne'er do wells didn't fear her tonight, but they didn't approach her, either. She was incorporated into their bleak world. She'd taken the defeat pretty hard, needless to say. She'd reacted too quickly, gone against her better judgement, then went and got humiliated in the process. How was anyone supposed to see her as a protector now? Some badass she was. She snarled at the ghost-like reflection she caught in a puddle on the rotting wood of several planks, then crept off into the night.