The neon lights of St Blissington glowed in the world of Magica Valarian, the smell of rain and exhaust fumes permiated the air.

A subdued arogant toxic guy lay on the pavement, brutally beaten, his nose bloodied and streaming. The sound of footsteps approached, deliberate and slow, Susan Baxterson stood over him, her face, neutral and expressionless, though, despite that, had a laidback vibe about her, tall, heavily muscular, 7 foot 3, Susan Baxterson was well-known for her good personality, laidback, easygoing, compassionate, kind and humble although she was a young multi trillionaire, but her name was whispered in fear by toxic people, whom she didn't hesitate to put in her place.

Susan stood above the subdued arogant toxic guy, her hands on her hips, it was none other than Peter Baxton, her ex, whom she'd broken up with 6 years ago when they were teenagers, now that she was lesbian she had no interest in boys, least of all, Peter Baxton. "I warned you! Peter! I bloody warned you that I wouldn't hesitate to thrash you! and now look at you! beaten and broken on the ground by none other than the one that you messed with!", Susan said in a low menacing tone, for it was Susan who'd given him a nose bleed and brutally gave him a hiding, her bodyguard, Felicity Robinston, a 7 foot 2 muscular 22-year-old young woman stood guard behind Susan