Preparations

[Aria]

The red-head was indeed Connor's fiance. Aria could feel the mixed feelings emanating from her. The other woman walked towards her with fake smile. Her anger was taking over. Maybe it was true that red head's were as hot tempered as their hair.

Aria watched as the decision was made. It was like gears switching from handshake to violence. Aria turned her head so that the redheaded woman would land against her check instead of in her nose. Aria would let her hit her once - she deserved that much.

The fist landed and Aria could taste the blood that started to trickle in her mouth. The taste of iron and her already foul mood made Aria's temper rise. She took a deep breath as the other woman came in for another punch. Aria ducked and dropped to the ground swiping at Ayden's legs with her. As she fell Aria went for the sword that was no longer at her hip. Aria stood above her and she could feel the anger seething through her - she wanted to hurt her but she stayed still stayed put.

The fury of finding out Lucas was killed by her own flesh and blood boiled to the surface. It raged to full potential. The taste of her own blood only fed the fire. Aria took a step forward towards the downed woman.