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The fires would continue to burn through the night tearing with it hundreds of years of history, prosperity and protection. While horror stories existed in droves throughout the country this was one city had seemed to give an air of stoic resilience... some citizens would say almost an invulnerability. Naturally people vanished suddenly in the night and death was a possibility but you never really thought such a thing could ever happen to you. Today the world was burning and the great protections Oxford offered were no bar to that.

Still in the few hours which had passed heavily armoured gangs could be seen roaming the streets and waging war on the crazed furry monsters. They were not alone in their work but it was as though suddenly every single criminal organisation in the city had turned around and acted as one to protect their city and defend it's populous. It was a crazy notion but that appeared to be exactly what had occurred, and in a movement which had taken far less time than it should have to organise.

The truth of the matter was that such a feat took even less time than it appeared to the outside since it was orchestrated by just four men sat around a battered office table in one of the cities dingiest and ill-reputed nightclubs. Everything about the place was dark, dirty and in need of repair with far greater regularity than could be maintained. Hardly a likely seat for an empire. Still here they were and they trembled in anticipation.

Night replaced day and their terror appeared before them in... nothing like a splendid radiance. Average height, heavier than average build, ash blonde hair loose around her shoulders, eyes which burned icy blue fury. Dressed in black denim and a blood red shirt there was nothing about her looks which drew particular notice. The silvery gleam of a sword hilt on her back was the exception however. As was the aura of pure violence surrounding her. These men were experts in their boss' temper and all knew heads would roll before the sun rose on a new day. All that was left was to ensure their own heads weren't included.

“Talk to me.” Was all she said and one stepped forward to give account for their actions. Never had they before risked giving any indication there was only one person who truly held the reins... but never before had they needed to pull absolutely everything and still needed to pray for it to be enough to restore order. Every favour, every debt, every drop of influence. It had all been ploughed into doing the only thing that mattered.

Defend Oxford. At any cost. It was a decision she agreed with wholeheartedly, how could she not when it was the tenement she drilled into them all. A mantra, an honour, a duty which embodied all she was and did... nearly.

Within half an hour of walking into her office the Prince set forth to her own hunt. Those who would threaten her territory would know there was a far greater monster than they stalking this night. All who had tried before had fallen to her fists and blade. This night would no different.

Except her city was burning and nothing would be the same again.