Wheeling Gull Isle the woes of the fool

Astaroth and Tzila arrived soon enough, thankfully. The words that came from the woman- no, the bitch- were a load of dumpster trash that had the little mermaid's face wrinkling into something bitter. The fur rose along her spine, and she lashed her tail fiercely, raising her chin like the queen she was. Bitch, She hissed, cat-like, fangs baring themselves into a snarl that was rare coming from the gentle empress. But she was a wildcard, and things like this could push her over the edge. Tzila's comment strengthened her own resolve, and she continued. Where the fuck you are the last three month? We own this place now, asshole. You are one. I have twenty. Stretching numbers a little was okay in her book. We will kill you. You have five second before I set my warrior loose on you. She snarled, flashing them both a glance- were they okay to fight? The time would pass quickly, and she knew she would look weak if her backup was all bark and no bite. She trusted the both of them, but didn't want to risk their lives for them- and so would leave it up to the pair to either fight or flee.