What that mouf do?

_{Start of the line, @yeolkeot.}

_{Her voice rose above the monotonous and casual conversation, stirring a hurricane. She wasn’t one to argue as fights for her were done with the fists and her ballistic chain scythe. Her weapon, her treasure. The only thing that she has left with everything in her life dead and gone. But the launching were of words instead of projectiles, full speed ahead it could shatter souls into a million pieces. No one likes an angry Arabella. Gun violence and terror of her level was so much bigger than him and anyone in this realm. They were mortals. As she was now, but she didn’t care. She retains the same mindset she bore in her land, which was exactly the type of thinking that becomes catalyst to creating conditions of the next tragedy.}

_{The topic of status was hitting home. His words injected into her, hitting their mark like forced truth bullets. If it seemed like anything but that, she wouldn’t be bothered. That’s her default. But there was no in between with her. Either she’s completely detached or ready for blood.}

_{All this started from an abandoned studio. One with weary walls she shuddered in, hoping the light of the morning would come sooner to warm over it. Arabella didn’t have a permanent home and so she resorted to crashing and claiming territories. She tried to make sure they were places that had no owners so being barged in on by a group of men kicking her out was unexpected. And a headstrong girl like her doesn’t budge easily, especially with the new life turning her wicked. No different than her previous mentor who she soon saw for the monster that he is.}

_{‘He who fights monsters should beware lest he become a monster himself.’}

_{It was a little late for that. In reality, it was the fear that she had no one to protect her but herself now. That’s what gave her that push. Men were vile. They betray, they judge, they lie, they cheat, they cling to bad habits, they crave violence, they steal. Just like her. It takes one to know another. Who knows what they’d do to her? Maybe if she didn’t threaten them she would be dead by now. She gives credit to herself for surviving that and she believes she’ll survive anything. Be it her death or an argument with this kid. “Do you take pride in harassing people? Does your parents know you’re out here? Wonder how your mother feels having a disrespectful piece of filth as a son. I’d have put you up for adoption.”}