Post by Kallen on Sept 30, 2015 22:01:02 GMT -5
The lights of the dance club pulsed brightly. Music blasted from the speakers. People danced. They drank. They ingested so many drugs that their bodies no longer were their own. The stench of sweat, booze, and sex perfumed the club, smoke drifting across the rooms. Shadows here were many, and as she walked, she saw many an illegal thing being done. But, she wasn't here for that. She wasn't here for them. She had a list of names, memorized and seared into her intent. No one else mattered.
Green eyes swept across the dance floor, blond hair curling around her shoulders. High, pink heels tapped silently against the hard floor and a body clad in white slipped around the patrons. Little was left to the imagination with her dress, the garment more scraps of cloth than fabric. People eyed her appreciatively, hungrily. More than once she batted long lashes at patrons, giggling as she playfully avoided wandering hands and overly friendly advances. Her eyes were locked on a door up ahead and he man guarding it. He was a hulking brute with beady eyes and gray skin akin to a boulders. He eyed her as she approached, shimmery pink lips turning up into a sensual grin. Only a small grunt was given as she stopped before him, gaze locked down her shirt. He didn't even try to hide it.
“Can I help you?” he asked, voice gravely. Staring up at him through her long lashes, she wrapped her arms behind her back, pushing out her breasts.
“Oh...I think so...” she purred, sidling up to him. One hand found his arm, running along the biceps he had.
“I couldn't help but see you. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so strong...so rough. So powerful,” she purred. She could hear his breathing getting shallower, saw his fists clenching and unclenching. Staring up at him again, she pressed herself closer. He cleared his throat.
“You-you got that right,” he muttered, hungry eyes on her. She smiled wider.
“I was thinking that maybe we could go somewhere and you could show me just how powerful you are,” she suggested. He gulped, eyes moving away from her to dart over the club. She could see the sheen of sweat on his upper lip, could hear him debating. He could stay here and make sure no ones comes through. Or he could have sex with her. Why not both? He wouldn't go far. Bang her in the broom closet behind the door. The boss wouldn't hear and he'd enjoy her. She watched him still, waiting. Finally, he grinned and grabbed her, pulling her through the door.
A few minutes later, she was wiping at her lips with a tissue. The man lay at her feet, shirt partly undone, eyes open wide and mouth slack. Pink shimmer covered his now-blue lips. With a sigh, the girl tossed the tissue behind cleaning supplies and reached up. Grasping at her blond hair, she pulled. The wig slipped of, a ponytail of auburn hair falling down from where it had lay pressed against her head. Two bone-colored horns poked out of the hair. She grabbed another tissue, wiping away the make up caked around her eyes. Black markings appeared as the foundation and pink eye shadows was wiped away. Next the contacts came out and the shoes came off. She reached inside her purse, drawing out clothes of black. A few minutes later the white dress lay on the floor and she finished zipping up the black leather top. Black pants, boots, and gloves finished her look. The knives she held on her person were still hidden and she removed the three decorative hair pins from the wig, sticking them into her ponytail. Glancing down at the man at her feet, Kallen scowled. How easily it had been...
He ran through the streets, panting hard. The were deserted at this time at night, people too afraid to come out of their homes. The hired gun had grinned, laughed even. How stupid was she? Walking to that bar, asking especially or him? He had heard whispers about the Lords newest bitch. A girl with wings and horns that patrolled the city like a phantom. The man know as Graves had been itching to pick a fight with her. Show her who was really in charge of this city-the Blades. And now, now he had his chance.
He kept running, sure that he had lost her for the moment. Finally, he saw the perfect place. An alley he knew well, one hidden from prying eyes. And no one would come running around here when they heard the screams. And oh, screams there would be, there were always screams. He licked his sharped, iron teeth, eyes wide and manic as he thought about what he'd do to her. Graves darted into the alley, stopping by the high wall that ended it. Grinning wildly, he grew his switchblade.
Silence met his. His breaths fogged up the cold air in front of his face, the only sound besides the rapid beating of his heart. His eyes darted around. Where was that bitch? Was she really more talk than anything? The fuck was this? Graves scowled, biting out a curse. Maybe he should have done it at the bar. It would have been quick and boring, but at least she could've kept up there. It was then that he spied something coming through the mist. It was a girl with dark hair and horns. A cloak billowed behind her, the hood she had worn in the bar down. Only her eyes were visible, everything else on her face obscured by a black mask. But those eyes... Those teal eyes were bright against the darkness that seemed to flow to her. Shadows seemed to stretch of their own will, light around her seemed to be sucked out. He couldn't see too much of her, the rest of her body dressed in all black. Only her eyes and the glint of metal truly separated her from the darkness. The girl stopped a few feet from Graves. His grin widened.
“You stupid bitch,” he laughed, delighted. This was it, the entertainment he had been waiting for! Despite his laughing, she just stood there, unmoving. With a laugh, he rushed her, switchblade slashing at her. Easily, infuriatingly easily, she side-stepped it. With a growl, he swung again, aiming toward her covered face. Again, she simply stepped out of the way. His grin turned into a scowl.
“Hold still!” he seethed. Again and again he swiped the blade at her and again and again, she dodged him without even trying. He was becoming frantic, loosing his patience. Finally, she kicked out at his stomach, sending him crashing into the wall before falling on the ground. Before he could even process getting up, a blinding pain appeared in each arm. He screamed, the sound echoing in the alley. Trembling, Graves looked to his arms. In each one, a dagger had been thrust, going through the other side and into the ground, anchoring him there. He looked up, seeing the girl kneeling before him, staring at him with those piercing eyes. He trembled, shrinking away. Those eyes. Those other worldly eyes that seemed to be the only light in the ever growing dark around them. Hadn't there been street lambs? What about those lights? Why was it so dark.
“I want names.”
His gaze snapped back to the girl, realizing that she had spoken. He swallowed.
“Wh-what names?” he whispered.
“Your boss. The people around him. Tell me their names,” she demanded. An eerie calm was in her voice. It was devoid of emotion, monotone in it's way. He laughed, frightened out of his mind. He was sure though, what she did to him was nothing what his boss would do if he gave them up.
“I ain't tellin' you nothin'!” he spat. The girl didn't blink. Moving too fast for him to register, she plunged a dagger into his thigh. A scream was ripped from him and his trashed. The daggers didn't budge though, making his pain even worse. All the while, the girl remained kneeling there calmly, waiting for him to settle. Almost as if he was a crying child. Once he finally did, now sniveling, she resumed her questioning.
“Their names,” she said again. Trembling, he let out a small sob.
“Fuck....you...” he let out. The girl sighed, reaching behind her to remove another dagger. This one was different. It's handle was gold, and the blade wasn't metal, but looked to be an long opal. The edge was serrated. She put the tip by one of his hands.
“Pink a finger,” she said. Surprised, he looked up her.
“Wh...what?” he asked, confused and scared.
“Pick. A finger,” she said again. Eyes wide, he shook his head. She moved the tip toward his thumb.
“Thumb it is then,” she said. The girl raised the dagger and trust it down.
“WAIT! I'LL TELL YOU!” he screamed. The dagger stopped, tip only a breath away from his finger. He was crying openly now, the seat of his pants now wet and soiled. The girl looked back up to him.
“Names.”
Easy. This was so easy. She slipped from the broom closet, looking at the abandoned hallway. There was bound to be a camera watching. She didn't care. She wanted them to know she was coming. Wanted them to remember her face, to whisper it. To spread the word. Well, that was if she left anyone alive. There was a door at the end of the hall; closed without any windows looking in or out. She could hear muffled voices coming through the door. All the men on her list were here tonight. All in that room. She had been watching them all for days now, gathering information. Once a month they all met here. Stupid of them really, making it so obvious. Not even the death of one of their own stopped them. And they knew, Kallen had made sure of it. She had left the head of Graves upon their leaders front porch. The fact that this meeting was still happening showed how foolish they truly were. So easy.
She put her hand on the door, pausing as she heard two...no...three guns cocking. She couldn't help the small smile that drifted across her lips.
Finally.
She threw open the door, daggers flying as she did. Two connected. One lodged in one of the gunman's throat, the other in the second's chest. The third gunman managed to dodge, the dagger cutting across his arm. She dove in, snatching her dagger from the fallen ma's throat. Chairs toppled as men surged to their feet, screaming. The last gunman turned on her, firing around. She dodged, the knife flying from her hand and landing in his head. As he dropped, she stood, all lethal grace and beauty. With a small smile on her face, she rolled her shoulders and stared at the remaining five men. They stared wordlessly at her, mouths agape.
“Now then, boys. Are we going to fight?” she asked. They all looked at each other before one of them rushed at her, aiming a punch at her face. Her arm went up, blocking the punch and instead, sending it flying into the face of the guy nearest her. He spun as his friend's fist hit him, falling against the table. Another rushed her and she kicked out, sending him across the floor. Without a moment between she spun, blocking another fist, his leg, before spinning and thrusting a dagger into his stomach. She yanked it out, slashing and removing the hand of one of the others as he tried to punch her. He left out a scream and she used that to slice the dagger across his throat. Blood splayed on her, but she paid it no mind. She heard a knife being drawn and she ducked as the first one slashed at her head. Her elbow went into his back, sending him against the wall now. Another came at her with a knife. She dodged, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back. The last came at her again. She dodged his first attack, using the man she held as a shield for the second. The first only had a second to realize what he had done before she grabbed his head and spun, breaking his neck with a snap.
Finally, only one man remained. She turned to him, smile gone. He was against the wall, trembling as he took her in.
“You're....you're the devil...” he whispered. Yes, that was a simple connection to make. The way she had savagely killed his men without remorse. Her bone horns gleaming in the light, the blood splattered across her clothes, arms, and even face. She held one dagger, silver blade dripping blood. She stalked toward him. His breathing grew faster, faster still. He slid down the wall, fear holding him like a vice. Those eyes stared at him, glowing. What had once been a brightly lit room seemed to grow darker and darker, though no lights had been turned off or broken. She stopped before him, staring down with teal eyes that seemed to glow.
“Please... don't kill me...” he begged. The demon in front of him grinned.
“Oh...don't worry...I wont...”
“Oi, let me in. I'm here to see Zasham,” she called, banging on the front door. She was used to just walking, or flying in. But it had been mentioned that she scared the workers in his house too much when she suddenly showed up. So, she figured she might as well use the front door this time. It creaked open, showing one of the reptilian solders. It was Resh, a guard who had mentioned it to her. He was used to her showing up randomly, often at night, to see Zasham or simply to bug the other solders, shouting “helpful” suggestions to them as they trained. He sighed as he took in her current state, blood soaked with a large sack at her side.
“Couldn't you have at least changed?” he asked. Kallen shrugged, grabbing the sack and pushing past him.
“Nah. This things too heavy to drag back to my place then over here. And I didn't want to just leave it lying around,” she said with a shrug. Resh stared at the bag, wondering what she had brought his Lord. With a shake of his head, he followed her to Zasham's study. She threw open the doors and stalked in, letting the stack drop into the center of the room. She took to her favorite chair, sprawling it, legs hanging over the arm rests. Resh eyes the bag before telling a passing maid to fetch their Lord. The maid spied Kallen and after a fang-y grin, the girl ran off. Resh turned to the girl before him, wondering for the hundredth time what his Lord found so captivating. Not like the woman had pretty scales or a nice tail. His gaze moved to the bag again.
“Go ahead.”
He looked back to where she was sitting, a devilish grin on her face. He glanced back at the bag, hesitating.
“Trust me, it wont hurt you. Wont even bite,” she said, laughing as she did. A chill crept up his spine. His master's newest companion unsettled him greatly. Slowly, so slowly, he moved toward the bag. A stench came from it, but not one he could honestly place. With a deep breath, he untied the strings and let the sack fall open. What he saw make him give a cry, backing away. A man, unconscious, lay in the bag. His eyes had been removed, as had his arms and legs. The flesh was burned where his limbs had been cut off, obviously cauterized so he didn't bleed out. Resh ran to the trash can beside his master's desk and heaved, spilling the contents of his stomach. He heard Kallen laugh from the chair, a dark one that chilled him to the core. After he had nothing left to give the trashcan, he turned his gaze onto her. She was still lounging in the chair, looking all the world like she was a normal girl stopping by for a visit. A normal girl that had the blood of men caked on her, dried and red.
“What? The bounty said to bring one alive for questioning. He's alive; can hear and speak. Didn't say he had to be in one piece though,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Resh stared at her in horror. This girl...the creature. What was she? Her eyes stared at him, those glowing teal orbs burning into his skull. He'd dream about those eyes tonight. Would see them in his nightmares for years to come. He only watched as she removed one of her daggers, using the tip to clean the dried blood under her nails, humming a soft and haunting tune.
“Too easy.”
Green eyes swept across the dance floor, blond hair curling around her shoulders. High, pink heels tapped silently against the hard floor and a body clad in white slipped around the patrons. Little was left to the imagination with her dress, the garment more scraps of cloth than fabric. People eyed her appreciatively, hungrily. More than once she batted long lashes at patrons, giggling as she playfully avoided wandering hands and overly friendly advances. Her eyes were locked on a door up ahead and he man guarding it. He was a hulking brute with beady eyes and gray skin akin to a boulders. He eyed her as she approached, shimmery pink lips turning up into a sensual grin. Only a small grunt was given as she stopped before him, gaze locked down her shirt. He didn't even try to hide it.
“Can I help you?” he asked, voice gravely. Staring up at him through her long lashes, she wrapped her arms behind her back, pushing out her breasts.
“Oh...I think so...” she purred, sidling up to him. One hand found his arm, running along the biceps he had.
“I couldn't help but see you. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so strong...so rough. So powerful,” she purred. She could hear his breathing getting shallower, saw his fists clenching and unclenching. Staring up at him again, she pressed herself closer. He cleared his throat.
“You-you got that right,” he muttered, hungry eyes on her. She smiled wider.
“I was thinking that maybe we could go somewhere and you could show me just how powerful you are,” she suggested. He gulped, eyes moving away from her to dart over the club. She could see the sheen of sweat on his upper lip, could hear him debating. He could stay here and make sure no ones comes through. Or he could have sex with her. Why not both? He wouldn't go far. Bang her in the broom closet behind the door. The boss wouldn't hear and he'd enjoy her. She watched him still, waiting. Finally, he grinned and grabbed her, pulling her through the door.
A few minutes later, she was wiping at her lips with a tissue. The man lay at her feet, shirt partly undone, eyes open wide and mouth slack. Pink shimmer covered his now-blue lips. With a sigh, the girl tossed the tissue behind cleaning supplies and reached up. Grasping at her blond hair, she pulled. The wig slipped of, a ponytail of auburn hair falling down from where it had lay pressed against her head. Two bone-colored horns poked out of the hair. She grabbed another tissue, wiping away the make up caked around her eyes. Black markings appeared as the foundation and pink eye shadows was wiped away. Next the contacts came out and the shoes came off. She reached inside her purse, drawing out clothes of black. A few minutes later the white dress lay on the floor and she finished zipping up the black leather top. Black pants, boots, and gloves finished her look. The knives she held on her person were still hidden and she removed the three decorative hair pins from the wig, sticking them into her ponytail. Glancing down at the man at her feet, Kallen scowled. How easily it had been...
He ran through the streets, panting hard. The were deserted at this time at night, people too afraid to come out of their homes. The hired gun had grinned, laughed even. How stupid was she? Walking to that bar, asking especially or him? He had heard whispers about the Lords newest bitch. A girl with wings and horns that patrolled the city like a phantom. The man know as Graves had been itching to pick a fight with her. Show her who was really in charge of this city-the Blades. And now, now he had his chance.
He kept running, sure that he had lost her for the moment. Finally, he saw the perfect place. An alley he knew well, one hidden from prying eyes. And no one would come running around here when they heard the screams. And oh, screams there would be, there were always screams. He licked his sharped, iron teeth, eyes wide and manic as he thought about what he'd do to her. Graves darted into the alley, stopping by the high wall that ended it. Grinning wildly, he grew his switchblade.
Silence met his. His breaths fogged up the cold air in front of his face, the only sound besides the rapid beating of his heart. His eyes darted around. Where was that bitch? Was she really more talk than anything? The fuck was this? Graves scowled, biting out a curse. Maybe he should have done it at the bar. It would have been quick and boring, but at least she could've kept up there. It was then that he spied something coming through the mist. It was a girl with dark hair and horns. A cloak billowed behind her, the hood she had worn in the bar down. Only her eyes were visible, everything else on her face obscured by a black mask. But those eyes... Those teal eyes were bright against the darkness that seemed to flow to her. Shadows seemed to stretch of their own will, light around her seemed to be sucked out. He couldn't see too much of her, the rest of her body dressed in all black. Only her eyes and the glint of metal truly separated her from the darkness. The girl stopped a few feet from Graves. His grin widened.
“You stupid bitch,” he laughed, delighted. This was it, the entertainment he had been waiting for! Despite his laughing, she just stood there, unmoving. With a laugh, he rushed her, switchblade slashing at her. Easily, infuriatingly easily, she side-stepped it. With a growl, he swung again, aiming toward her covered face. Again, she simply stepped out of the way. His grin turned into a scowl.
“Hold still!” he seethed. Again and again he swiped the blade at her and again and again, she dodged him without even trying. He was becoming frantic, loosing his patience. Finally, she kicked out at his stomach, sending him crashing into the wall before falling on the ground. Before he could even process getting up, a blinding pain appeared in each arm. He screamed, the sound echoing in the alley. Trembling, Graves looked to his arms. In each one, a dagger had been thrust, going through the other side and into the ground, anchoring him there. He looked up, seeing the girl kneeling before him, staring at him with those piercing eyes. He trembled, shrinking away. Those eyes. Those other worldly eyes that seemed to be the only light in the ever growing dark around them. Hadn't there been street lambs? What about those lights? Why was it so dark.
“I want names.”
His gaze snapped back to the girl, realizing that she had spoken. He swallowed.
“Wh-what names?” he whispered.
“Your boss. The people around him. Tell me their names,” she demanded. An eerie calm was in her voice. It was devoid of emotion, monotone in it's way. He laughed, frightened out of his mind. He was sure though, what she did to him was nothing what his boss would do if he gave them up.
“I ain't tellin' you nothin'!” he spat. The girl didn't blink. Moving too fast for him to register, she plunged a dagger into his thigh. A scream was ripped from him and his trashed. The daggers didn't budge though, making his pain even worse. All the while, the girl remained kneeling there calmly, waiting for him to settle. Almost as if he was a crying child. Once he finally did, now sniveling, she resumed her questioning.
“Their names,” she said again. Trembling, he let out a small sob.
“Fuck....you...” he let out. The girl sighed, reaching behind her to remove another dagger. This one was different. It's handle was gold, and the blade wasn't metal, but looked to be an long opal. The edge was serrated. She put the tip by one of his hands.
“Pink a finger,” she said. Surprised, he looked up her.
“Wh...what?” he asked, confused and scared.
“Pick. A finger,” she said again. Eyes wide, he shook his head. She moved the tip toward his thumb.
“Thumb it is then,” she said. The girl raised the dagger and trust it down.
“WAIT! I'LL TELL YOU!” he screamed. The dagger stopped, tip only a breath away from his finger. He was crying openly now, the seat of his pants now wet and soiled. The girl looked back up to him.
“Names.”
Easy. This was so easy. She slipped from the broom closet, looking at the abandoned hallway. There was bound to be a camera watching. She didn't care. She wanted them to know she was coming. Wanted them to remember her face, to whisper it. To spread the word. Well, that was if she left anyone alive. There was a door at the end of the hall; closed without any windows looking in or out. She could hear muffled voices coming through the door. All the men on her list were here tonight. All in that room. She had been watching them all for days now, gathering information. Once a month they all met here. Stupid of them really, making it so obvious. Not even the death of one of their own stopped them. And they knew, Kallen had made sure of it. She had left the head of Graves upon their leaders front porch. The fact that this meeting was still happening showed how foolish they truly were. So easy.
She put her hand on the door, pausing as she heard two...no...three guns cocking. She couldn't help the small smile that drifted across her lips.
Finally.
She threw open the door, daggers flying as she did. Two connected. One lodged in one of the gunman's throat, the other in the second's chest. The third gunman managed to dodge, the dagger cutting across his arm. She dove in, snatching her dagger from the fallen ma's throat. Chairs toppled as men surged to their feet, screaming. The last gunman turned on her, firing around. She dodged, the knife flying from her hand and landing in his head. As he dropped, she stood, all lethal grace and beauty. With a small smile on her face, she rolled her shoulders and stared at the remaining five men. They stared wordlessly at her, mouths agape.
“Now then, boys. Are we going to fight?” she asked. They all looked at each other before one of them rushed at her, aiming a punch at her face. Her arm went up, blocking the punch and instead, sending it flying into the face of the guy nearest her. He spun as his friend's fist hit him, falling against the table. Another rushed her and she kicked out, sending him across the floor. Without a moment between she spun, blocking another fist, his leg, before spinning and thrusting a dagger into his stomach. She yanked it out, slashing and removing the hand of one of the others as he tried to punch her. He left out a scream and she used that to slice the dagger across his throat. Blood splayed on her, but she paid it no mind. She heard a knife being drawn and she ducked as the first one slashed at her head. Her elbow went into his back, sending him against the wall now. Another came at her with a knife. She dodged, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back. The last came at her again. She dodged his first attack, using the man she held as a shield for the second. The first only had a second to realize what he had done before she grabbed his head and spun, breaking his neck with a snap.
Finally, only one man remained. She turned to him, smile gone. He was against the wall, trembling as he took her in.
“You're....you're the devil...” he whispered. Yes, that was a simple connection to make. The way she had savagely killed his men without remorse. Her bone horns gleaming in the light, the blood splattered across her clothes, arms, and even face. She held one dagger, silver blade dripping blood. She stalked toward him. His breathing grew faster, faster still. He slid down the wall, fear holding him like a vice. Those eyes stared at him, glowing. What had once been a brightly lit room seemed to grow darker and darker, though no lights had been turned off or broken. She stopped before him, staring down with teal eyes that seemed to glow.
“Please... don't kill me...” he begged. The demon in front of him grinned.
“Oh...don't worry...I wont...”
“Oi, let me in. I'm here to see Zasham,” she called, banging on the front door. She was used to just walking, or flying in. But it had been mentioned that she scared the workers in his house too much when she suddenly showed up. So, she figured she might as well use the front door this time. It creaked open, showing one of the reptilian solders. It was Resh, a guard who had mentioned it to her. He was used to her showing up randomly, often at night, to see Zasham or simply to bug the other solders, shouting “helpful” suggestions to them as they trained. He sighed as he took in her current state, blood soaked with a large sack at her side.
“Couldn't you have at least changed?” he asked. Kallen shrugged, grabbing the sack and pushing past him.
“Nah. This things too heavy to drag back to my place then over here. And I didn't want to just leave it lying around,” she said with a shrug. Resh stared at the bag, wondering what she had brought his Lord. With a shake of his head, he followed her to Zasham's study. She threw open the doors and stalked in, letting the stack drop into the center of the room. She took to her favorite chair, sprawling it, legs hanging over the arm rests. Resh eyes the bag before telling a passing maid to fetch their Lord. The maid spied Kallen and after a fang-y grin, the girl ran off. Resh turned to the girl before him, wondering for the hundredth time what his Lord found so captivating. Not like the woman had pretty scales or a nice tail. His gaze moved to the bag again.
“Go ahead.”
He looked back to where she was sitting, a devilish grin on her face. He glanced back at the bag, hesitating.
“Trust me, it wont hurt you. Wont even bite,” she said, laughing as she did. A chill crept up his spine. His master's newest companion unsettled him greatly. Slowly, so slowly, he moved toward the bag. A stench came from it, but not one he could honestly place. With a deep breath, he untied the strings and let the sack fall open. What he saw make him give a cry, backing away. A man, unconscious, lay in the bag. His eyes had been removed, as had his arms and legs. The flesh was burned where his limbs had been cut off, obviously cauterized so he didn't bleed out. Resh ran to the trash can beside his master's desk and heaved, spilling the contents of his stomach. He heard Kallen laugh from the chair, a dark one that chilled him to the core. After he had nothing left to give the trashcan, he turned his gaze onto her. She was still lounging in the chair, looking all the world like she was a normal girl stopping by for a visit. A normal girl that had the blood of men caked on her, dried and red.
“What? The bounty said to bring one alive for questioning. He's alive; can hear and speak. Didn't say he had to be in one piece though,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Resh stared at her in horror. This girl...the creature. What was she? Her eyes stared at him, those glowing teal orbs burning into his skull. He'd dream about those eyes tonight. Would see them in his nightmares for years to come. He only watched as she removed one of her daggers, using the tip to clean the dried blood under her nails, humming a soft and haunting tune.
“Too easy.”