Zone C -- Megacity One

[Dawnika Snow]

The blonde took another glance at the wrist piece that decorated her arm. Her direction was keeping true, heading straight for the mark it followed - in other words, Graowr. Her teeth ground together just thinking about her stupid face and her stupid voice. It would look so much better if she were to decorate the cyan not-monster's profile with her fist print. Everything looks better after eating a knuckle sandwich.

The mist was still dense as could be. More things to annoy her on top of the bullshit that this stupid fucking island had already put her through. She still wanted to attempt to win this competition, but first, she wanted to indulge in the pleasure of smashing Graowr into a blueberry pancake. She already knew Graowr's abilities or quite a few at the least. She was able to stretch her body like she was made of elastic, she could empower herself by screaming and she seemed to be a close combat fighter that used her hands, like herself.

The misty roads fogged over her, getting slightly easier to see through the further she got away from the safe house in the center of town. It was nice to get away from this stupid city, but somehow she knew she would have to return to the urban area. She really hated all of the areas on the island and couldn't wait to be ejected from it, but she didn't want to leave dead. If she did leave dead, she would surely take someone with her. More specifically, Graowr.

The buildings grew shorter and the mist less defined as she entered the next section of the city. Erika stopped for a moment to catch her breath, then looked back down at the watch. She looked up in the direction the compass planned to lead her and continued on her vengeance quest.

C21 > C16