Freyr walked through the rain soaked streets of the deserted port town, accompanied by fifty fully armed marines who she had instructed to keep their gunpowder dry which they would do their damnedest to try. She was also accompanied by Meji, Freyr thinks she heard him called...She was just going to call him Goldie. She herself was for the most part dry, Excluding her face, which she honestly expected. A hat and hood wouldn't cover her face very well but she damn well tried. The rest of her was pretty much perfectly dry, as her heavy overcoat was a perfect barrier against the rain. Somehow her cigarette was still perfectly lit, though there was only about half left but that wasn't stopping her from enjoying it. She hated the rain. One of the many reasons is that it made her feel depressed, mainly because it made sure explosions that relied on gunpowder like what she used didn't work. It also made her feel depressed because it felt like the word was crying it heart out...Right, thats the last time she tries poetry ever again. She was however curious about why a man that seemed to be an honorable night work under a celestial dragon...Truly it was something she was more then curious about.

Freyr looked over her shoulder towards where Goldie and his men were following. Freyr would motion for Goldie to come to her, then turn her attention forward, keeping an eye out for any potential ambushes. If Meji decided to join her at the front of the column she would ask him "You seeing anything? All this rain and open sight lines are making me antsy.  I don't like it, even with the rain and night covering us, we are pretty obvious being, what? Hundred strong?" Freyr would say as she took in the surrounding buildings "In case you needed to be told, you're our eyes out here. It annoys me that we only have you as well." Freyr would then listen to Meji's reply, if any, before saying a few moments after say "Why do you follow a Celestial Dragon. You don't seem like the type to follow someone if they paid you." Freyr would say, though readying herself to go intangible should Meji decide he could kill her for just asking him about it. She wasn't going to take a chance for someone working under a Celestial Dragon. 

If Meji doesn't come to her, she would just continue walking through the rain in silence, making every now in then that her men were keeping an eye out as this was enemy territory.

Freyr continued to walk through the crumbling ruins that was once called a street, only distinguishable from the surrounding rubble by the semi cleared path, even then sometimes the group consisting of Herself, Emil and Vincent who caught up, as well as Goldie and his goons would half to walk around particularly large pieces or large puddles, which Freyr herself would walk around.. Freyr's eyes would flicker from the buildings to their left and right, watching for any enemy's, as she wasn't going to take any chances here. Her cigarette was still lit, mainly because of how she kept it in the cover of her marine hat. She sort of felt bad for the marine she took it from but at the same time she was happy she was at least less wet then she would of been. Freyr was also on edge about having underlings of a Celestial Dragon nearby, considering she didn't know what business the dragon wanted with her. Probably about that favor he wants her to do for him...Like hell she would actually do it for him though, punishment be damned. Well whatever Goldie wanted to actually talk about, or just come with her and make sure she survived, might as well make him work for it. 

Freyr would suddenly do a sudden turn towards the nearest building. The building itself while unimportant still deserved a bit of notice. About half way up the building where the second half would be was nothing but jagged destroyed walls that showed where it used to be. Freyr would walk inside, far enough inside to where it was dry where she would begin unlacing her boots. Should anyone of followed, and asked what she was doing, she would only reply "Preparing." After she unlaced her boots she would take her socks off as well showing her bare, dry, feet. Standing up she would hand her boots to the nearest person before saying "I'll be going on ahead, catch up when you can but don't rush." Freyr's feet up to the middle of her calf would quickly turn into gunpowder then ignite. She would begin to raise up into the air, though not high enough to hit the ceiling, before speeding out the door way. Should enough try to stop her, they would be met with her full force (T5 Strength), though she won't kill whoever she runs into. Once outside Freyr would raise forty-five or some meters into the air, speeding off, at T3 speeds, towards where the Vice Admiral was said to be.

As Freyr flew through the air she didn't really think of anything, except annoyance for the amount of water that was hitting her face. She was just going through the motions of this entire mission. She had no real goal to do here either besides beat up revolutionary's and hopefully get a promotion. As Freyr was Flying she would look ahead and notice some lights. At first she thought they were a Patrol, which the probably, and if she could see them they could see her, since her feet were practically two flying fires. Freyr instantly started preparing herself for battle. Reaching her hands up in front of her, she would pull the white gloves she had on down more snugly on her hands as she quickly approached the patrol. 

What surprised her however was the fact it was not a patrol, it was a mounted squadron. She saw in front of her at least twenty Revolutionary's on bulls, every other one with a lantern. They had obviously not been expecting her, if their surprised expressions were anything to go by. Of course who would expect an obvious marine to have fire feet and flying in the air towards them at fast speeds? Freyr however grinned as she looked at them, ready for a full on battle. Quickly flying towards them, she grabbed two men around the stomachs that were in the front of the group, each on their own bull, and slammed their backs together with her full strength (T5) killing them instantly as their spines snapped with an audible snap. Not wasting any time she through each body at a different Revolutionary, hitting both and throwing them off their bulls. She would do a quick spin in the air to cancel out her momentum and she would hover their for few moments at the Revolutionary's got a good look of her. 

Freyr let them have their moment or two of looking at her before she broke their line of thought, saying "If you all surrender and come peacefully I promise a good treatment as well as medical supplies for your wounds." One of them replied with a "Fuck you bitch!" while another one tried to hit her with his sword from the back of his bull. She would grab the sword and break it in her grip, as it was only made of simple iron. Kicking that Revolutionary in the jaw with her still alight foot, broke his neck with another audible snap. All the remaining Revolutionaries gave a look of pure horror at her, as their friend's bull ran off with the man with a broken neck still on it. The reined in their bulls and pulled out their own swords and started rushing her. Freyr herself would only sight as she knew that she would have to fight all of them and hopefully non-lethally apprehend them. "You know what? Fuck it, Weather be damned." Freyr would hold open the bottom of her right coat sleeve, revealing her partially glove covered wrist, and begin forming a ball of gunpowder. Quickly take it out and throwing it at the group, it would explode in a ten meter radius. All the still gathered Revolutionaries would be blown to smithereens, as in bits and pieces just laying everywhere, along with some bull parts.

Freyr would look at what she had done with disgust, she hated killing people, but she didn't know if they were going to kill the vice admiral soon or not even at all, but she wasn't going to risk it. Leaving the mess behind as she flew, again towards where the Vice Admiral was, her arms cross as she flew. She again just took in the senary as she flew, taking her mind off that she just murdered twenty men just because she was in a rush. She hated herself. She hated her situation. And most of all she hated the fact that she had to deal wit hit. It wasn't a burning hatred like when she had first met the Dragon on Yotsuba, but it was a sad hatred. It made her feel terrible. Her mind cut back to the present as she saw even more lights up ahead, easily dwarfing the size of the patrol she encountered before. She prepared herself yet again, going to go all out from the get go, and not waste any time. 

Quickly approaching more mounted Revolutionary's, one in three having a lantern to keep their way lit. Freyr herself was easily distinguishable considering she had to fires strapped to her feet. But this rain was truly a boom, as anyone using a flint lock gun couldn't shoot it as the rain made gunpowder sodden, meaning she had one less thing to worry about. That thought made her grin in amusement. Quickly flying towards the Riders and their mounts, that were going as fast, if not faster then her. She didn't let it discourage her though, she liked a good fight... Even if she did have to cut this short because of the rain, and the fact that she was in a rush. She reached the front of the group within a few seconds, as both she and the lead bulls were going as fast as they could. Having her hands out to her sides, she would grip the bull's horns as she passed by, pulling them with her, as she instantly snapped their necks with both her momentum and strength. Reaching the centerish part of the front forces, after losing some of her hair as well as having a close call with the butt of a rifle, she would turn the entirety of her body that was dry inside of her jacket, and turn it to gunpowder. Basically everything except her face, yes even her feet, and exploded. The resulting explosion was loud, as well as destructive. The force of the explosion sent blood and guts flying all around the street, some going into faces of the revolutionary's that were behind the lead group. It left a huge crater, easily twenty-five and some meters deep. Freyr would begin reforming, without her jacket as she had just blown it all to hell, but she would still have her black undershirt tank top and pants. The moment she was dry, as exploding tended to flash dry the things it exploded, however it didn't last as the rain quickly caught back up and started pouring on her. She made sure to keep her palms facing towards the ground so they wouldn't get as wet as they could. So she was fine. She was however robbed of using anything that required the use of her feet or central body, as the only parts of her that could use gunpowder were under her pants and she wasn't taking those of. 

She had taken out a good portion of the mounted Revolutionary's with that blast. She saw that those that were in the back were having controlling their bulls because of that giant explosion that was bigger then any cannon blast or explosion, to her knowledge, on the island. Freyr wouldn't waste any time in rushing the second half of the revolutionary's she needed to take care of. Shouts of orders, fear, and baying of the bulls filled the air as she rushed towards them. She still kept her palms towards the ground as she ran at, T3, speeds. She reach the first bull where she would make her hand into a fight and punch Directly into the bull's on the right, chest cavity. ripping the arm out, she would punch the one to her left. Grabbing the rider of the left bull, she would whip him into the one that was on the right. She didn't even wait for the sounds of flesh hitting flesh before she went on to the next one. Ducking below a sword slash by a bull rider to her left, she would go into a couch and spin on her heel swiping at their bull's knee, where she would chop it breaking the bull's bone. However what she did after was different. Grabbing the bull by the horns, she would pick up the bull, rider still on its back, so it was directly above her and held it at its apexes for a moment. Before she swung it at a bull that was rushing her. The throwing of the bull sent the one rushing her flying backwards, crushing bother riders, as it went back into a group of three riders who were watching with horrid expressions. she heard a clopping of hooves behind her. Quickly turning around, she reacted fast enough to see a bull rushing straight at her. She braced herself, and when the bull cam within range, grabbed the bull by the horns. The bull didn't even budge her. while she stopped it in its tracks. She would twist her upper body to the left, before quickly twisting it to the right, keeping hold of its horns, she would take a few steps to help rotate herself, and throw the bull at more encroaching bull riders. 

Freyr would wipe some rain out of her eyes and take a breath. She was still not done here though, so launching herself back at the bulls and their riders.