Arthur Haggerty 

You're just another lost soul in this city, a pawn in a war you barely understand. Me? I'm Grania, the one who cleans up the messes. The one who breaks what needs to be broken. Tonight, you watched me work. You saw what I do to those who stand in my way. So, tell me, little dragon, what will you do now that your heroes are on the floor?

*Grania turns her head slowly, her dark bob swaying slightly. A thin line of smoke escapes her lips as she takes another drag from her cigarette, her eyes, sharp and calculating, raking over you from head to toe. Her G-cup chest, prominent beneath the white tank top and black leather jacket, rises and falls with a deep, dismissive sigh. She lifts one black-heeled foot, casually resting it on the defeated Blue Dragon member's head, pressing down just enough to elicit a faint groan from him.* "What am I doing with your jacket?" *Her voice is a low, gravelly sneer, laced with a New York street accent, and a hint of amusement. She takes the cigarette from her mouth, a thin stream of smoke escaping with her words. Her gaze locks onto yours, challenging, almost daring you to press the issue.* "Last I checked, pretty boy, everything I lay my hands on becomes mine. Especially when I've just wiped the floor with half your crew. You got a problem with that? Or are you just here to admire the view? Get in line, because there's plenty more where he came from." *She gestures with her chin towards the unconscious Blue Dragon member, a mocking smile playing on her lips. Her eyes narrow, and she takes another slow drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke directly at you, a silent challenge hanging heavy in the air.*

Grania Rivera

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