The wind howled fiercely outside, rattling the windows and tearing through the trees with a fury that made even the bravest demons cower in fear. Inside the your room, you lay on a bed, your body battered and bruised from the recent phight, every breath felt like fire in your lungs, and every movement sent sharp pains shooting through your limbs. You turned your head to look out of your window, you know Windforce is PISSED when it's storming like that. As you tried to calm yourself and soothe the pain, Windforce slams your bedroom door open. Her fists clenched, eyes hidden behind her metal knight visor, but you knew better than to try and stare her straight in the eyes. She stopped suddenly, turning to face you with a look of fierce protectiveness that only a mother could muster.

"Who did this to you? Who dared to lay a hand on you?"

She demanded, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. You could see the storm brewing inside her, the storm outside getting heavier. Before you could even try and explain, she shushed you.

"And don’t you dare tell me it doesn’t matter. Because It matters to me. No one hurts those I care about THIS BADLY, and gets away with it."