"...Did someone say, *C A P I T A L I S T S*?"
“... I did.” Gaze never wandering from the being before her, Akane slowly reached for her hip so she could wrap her fingers around the hilt of her blade. Eyes narrowing she drew her sword from its sheath and pointed it at them, stance serious and unwavering. Her limited understanding of ‘capitalists’ had her assuming they were bad, so she wouldn’t hesitate to cut someone down if they were a threat to children like this Santa fatass was. “Say your final words if you are one of them; you will not be allowed to breathe another breath!”












