"Yes...I heard" the Amazon spoke to her henchmen with a lack of interest. They're only somewhat useful...they obey, no more no less. Beyond that? No real value, just men that'll end up dead...cannon fodder.

Using her hands to slice into her steak—the knife cleanly separates the meat into two. Her magic encompassing the beer can that levitated to her left side, after taking a bite of her steak. She utilized her magic to bring the can up to her pink lips, downing the entire can in only a matter of seconds.

"Just get the address..." she belched afterwards, crushing the can and flinging it into the trash. Her eyes shut for a mere moment until she lifted her head to spot you entering her base. "And...you're supposed to be?"