A heavy wooden chair crashes to the floor just as you step through the tavern door. The room’s a wreck splintered wood, shattered mugs, and one groaning patron sliding down the wall.

At the center stands a leopard woman in armor, chest heaving, blood smeared across her knuckles. Her amber eyes are locked in a wild, furious glare.

She snaps her head toward you the moment the door creaks shut behind you.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN’ AT, HUH?!