Headstrong’s bike comes to a grinding halt. With a lazy kick she dislodges the two human-sized, human-shaped and, indeed, human-containing sacks from her bike. They thud to the ground, unresponsive. She might have been a bit too hard on them but she’d needed them unconscious, bound and gagged. And, to be brutally honest, she didn’t care. As long as they survived the night she’d done right by them. She’d arranged a meeting with Fenix and was anticipating a fight. She’d seen his greataxe and brought her own, a notched old tool of battle that had seen quite some action over the years, it was time to see if he knew how to use his axe.

Picking up the snacks she took them behind some trees -no need to arouse any more suspicion than strictly necessary- and settled down to wait for Fenix.


Fenix arrives at the wooded area where the initial Savage meeting had taken place, he looks around waiting to spot Headstrong. He had that itch that she would want to test him, and so with that in mind, brought his waraxe just in case. Carrying it in the same dufflebag he usually wore it in, the bag hung from one shoulder. Underneath his suit vest and longsleeve shirt, he wore an armored vest, as a precaution. Upon seeing her, he smiles, as was his way, and approaches, extending his hand for a warrior's handshake, grasping her forearm.


Headstrong shakes the Inquisitor, vaguely appreciating the show of good intentions and the fact that he had indeed taken his axe with him, though her face doesn’t show her approval. It’s as expressionless as ever, not even admitting the smile. The shake itself is somewhat strange to Headstrong. Fenix was a wiry little guy but if he fought with an axe that suggested he could pack some punch if he so chose.

Headstrong wore the same bikerwear she had worn to the clan meeting, it was tattered in some places, showing where Konstantin had pierced her that one night, and her axe was as badly concealed as it had been previously.

After the shake silence quickly seems to descend but Headstrong seems unbothered, grasping the protruding shaft of her greataxe while looking at Fenix.

“Fight.” She says in a half-question, half-statement kind of way.



"Indeed, Grandmaster," Odd for a member of another covenant to acknowledge title. "We fight, no blood gifts, only natural prowess, if that is agreeable with you?"

With that, he backs away, drawing forth the large axe from the bag, and drops into a combat stance.


Strange to fight at only half strength. But whatever the Inquisitor wanted for their first bout.
“Alright.” Headstrong says as the grasped shaft gets pulled free violently becomes a wild overhead chop the moment Fenix drops into his combat stance.

Headstrong rolls 13 to Str+Wea+Equip+AAA-Def2-Arm1 (9 Again, WillPower) 8, 3, 4, 5, 4, 7, 3, 3, 1, 9, 2, 9, 4, 4, 6 3 successes

Fenix is ready for her but cannot escape Headstrong’s powerful offense completely, the axe head bites deeply into Fenix’ shoulder burrowing almost a foot into his torso before Fenix’ backwards momentum saves him from a more grievous wound. Headstrong had left herself wide open, almost inviting Fenix’ next attack.

Fenix flinches back from the hit, the blow had been a decent one, but nothing too brutal. He calculates her attack, how she left herself wide open to him, turning a spin and swinging with the vicious blow. It buries itself deep, almost cutting into her cold, dead heart, rending her open with a large cleft.

Fenix rolls 12 to Strength+Weaponry+spec+equip-1ar​m (10 Again) 8, 3, 3, 4, 8, 2, 2, 1, 1, 10, 8, 8, 5 5 successes

Strangely enough Headstrong responds only with a little smile as Fenix’ axe buries itself deeply and seems largely unconcerned with what would have been a lethal strike for any mortal. Instead she continues her overly aggressive assault, paying no heed to her own defense.

While Fenix is desperately trying to pull his weapon free of Headstrongs body she brings down her own axe. It hits the exact same spot at the exact same angle and nearly cleaves the Inquisitor in twain. She smiles with satisfaction at the Inquisitor who’s face clearly shows the agony of being almost cut in two… and then the light leaves his eyes and he crumples to the ground.

Headstrong rolls 13 to Str+Wea+Equip+AAA-Def2-Arm1 (9 Again, WillPower) 3, 5, 7, 8, 4, 2, 8, 1, 3, 9, 4, 10, 4, 9, 1, 8 6 successes

Headstrong stands over Fenix’ torpid body, her axe still firmly grasped and her smile dies on her blank face as a single thought runs through her head; but I was pulling my punches.

Realizing it was all moot now, water under the bridge, she stands over Fenix' body. She could subject the poor sap to a Vinculum -she wanted to get the Axe's membership up anyway-, make him disappear permanently -Inquisitors weren't generally the most understanding of Sanctified- and do all manner of other gruesome things -up to consuming his soul to add to her own prowess- and she had the time and therefore the duty to make sure she was being responsible and making an informed choice to return him to his Covenant -and not the Prince- for revival,

As Headstrong evaluates her options her body reverts to the point where the only signs of her battle with Fenix was another sizable chunk out of her jacket. She'd have to change it in maybe two or three more such battles. Such was the trouble with edged weapons, they seriously messed with your attire.

As Headstrong finished she went over and retrieved the two sacks. Firmly knocking them on the head once more, just to be save and not at all because of her prematurely quitting sparring partner, she opened the sacks and took what she needed from the one before opening the other and dragging the unconscious man over to Fenix. A bite in the wrist and the blood flowed freely. Into Fenix' mouth.


After making sure both bites had been licked shut she let one of the men here and packed the healing Fenix snugly into the sack. After she'd swung both sacks over her bike she slowly accelerated, stopping shortly to dump the second man sans sack half a mile further.

Headstrong gripped the sack with Fenix in it tightly and made for the Church. It was time for this little phoenix to be reborn and the Mother Superior had just the thing.