Egged on by her words, Greg drank the potions he was gifted for finishing sentient school.

*Basic booster - raises all stats by three, 30s duration*

The rest of the crowd looked at him with serious doubt. Questioning who let this guy graduate as he had drunk at least five bottles one after the other. Standing there as if he had just became the local alpha male.

In a big brained move, Greg decided it was time to throw hands with Amelia. Emcee, still trying to maintain a sense of order, stepped into the path of Greg's charging, using her broadsword as a shield held out in front of her. "Stop this madness immediately. I have the authority to arrest all here if necessary, and I WILL enforce that power."

Greg had already lost his mind on being blind drunk from potion abuse. He barged into Emcee, pushing her back and dragging dirt with her as he did so. Grunting, she from the force she repelled him back, "This is your final warning, back down or I will use force!"

Amelia decided to do her a favour and kindly informed Emcee that she wasting her time, "Luv, he's potion drunk. Don't waste your time trying to get through his drunk ass nonsense."

Amelia was still holding onto Horace as he sobbed from the ear flick of despair and carried on walking away from the scene. Pushing her way through the crowds whilst Greg stared her down, huffing and snarling from losing his marbles. He tried to get her from behind and rammed a fist into her face. He whelped in pain as his hand broke against her jaw. The crowd stood in shock, open abuse in public and in front of the mother's child at the same time.

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Emcee was gobsmacked and unable to think what to do. Sentient school hadn't prepared her for casual misogyny in the field. The real surprise was how unfazed Amelia was by that attack just now. Emcee had been surrounded by strong individuals whilst training and at the guild, but this was a different kind of strength. All she could do was stare in amazement. I need to learn from someone like this.

"Well that was fucking stupid wasn't it? Can you NOT SEE MY RIZZ!? MORON. Amelia began to cackle as she turned and slapped Greg. As if he just got whipped by Maliterr's largest whip, the sound rang out with a WHOPAH. The strike instantly knocked him out, he flew through the air to the other side of the path and down the embankment.

Horace, more concerned about eating than the events that just transpired, spoke up, "Do you fink the boiga will be cold, Mum?"

"No, probably not, luv. And if your dad lets it get cold, he's cooking it all again HA!" Casually walking away hand in hand.

Emcee knew that Amelia was the real deal. She had never seen anything like that before. Insisting on following her and asking for training, she skulked from a distance. Horace asks Amelia, "Are all the dungeons like that, Mum?" laughing and shaking her head, Amelia replied, "No, some of them don't have any fighting and some have a mix of both." wow some don't have any fighting...that doesn't sound fun, "Oh, ok… I think I will like the ones with fighting more." "That's nice, luv. You're going to be just like me, your father prefers the puzzle dungeons…dirty casual."

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