[Ashclout]

Several letters bound with a red ribbon are sent towards the Dreadwoods.
The outcome of the duel... made public... much to the Demon's dismay.
Nothing better than rubbing a hot knife on a still, open wound, mhh?

"Ten feet of pure muscle and destruction couldn't handle five.

I would ask if you think you'll be able to stomach this defeat, but that would be awful of me, considering I have your organ in the palm of my hand.

You passed me for a cripple, a woman lost their will to live, to fight for their beliefs. You saw me as a pathetic little human, someone with no deities to rely upon, no assets, no resources... someone with nothing but a fuck ton of troubles and her fists. 

Life is a bitch, isn't she?

The Empire of Men will never succumb to the circus you are. We will burn your precious home to the ground. And I... will... finish what I started...

No deity nor any divine intervention will be enough to save you. The clock is ticking Nanzo.

Enjoy what's left of your life while it lasts."