After being rested from her last battle, Amethyst growled and stomped around the city feeling rather sour. The vampire had practically won the fight. That was certainly unacceptable. If she had to hunt that particular blood-sucker down once more to finish her off, she would. But not at this moment. Instead the Zamphir steamed, annoyed with herself more than anything. 'How could I let that happen?' she thought to herself. Clutching her fists, she growled and aimed one of them forward, swinging it harshly at the nearest object. The wood of a post cracked under the force of her fist. A small trickle of blood dripped from her center knuckle.

"s**t!" she called out, aggravated that she let her temper get the best of her. She then continued to curse aloud before turning another corner and continuing to wander about aimlessly. Another fight would come along soon enough. Then Amethyst would be able to take her anger out on something other than street posts.