Wars after war Volume 9, Part Four: A Second CHANCE!!

Back at the Wrecked Manoir.

Surrounding the manoir was a six-women squad, each positioned at every angle. Scouting the place, they noticed a few more people than they assumed there would be.

"Sasha.."

"I noticed. Inform the others to stay put. I will go in and talk with them. If you notice anything wrong, flee instantly. Okay?"

With a nod of her henchwoman, Sasha walks in the manoir.

A few minutes ago..

"..Grmp(This) giv(is) ggr(super) ft8(fucking) gufc(good)!!"

"Stop eating like a child, Farah! And stop swearing.. You know how I hate that."

One one side, a Farah enjoying her food like a kid, smiling and laughing with a teary eyed.

Verin is happy to see her sister happy but continues to correct her whenever she goes overboard.

To the other side, a Tsar is eating too. Salmon fillets followed by Gin.

"..These two over there, they seem to be having their share of fun. But I still feel hostile emotions from you.. I understand that you will trust me yet. But keep in mind that I will never go away again... Not this time."

"You talk a lot of big words for a kid. You seem younger than me.. And yet, you brought foods here because you knew we would be here. You are weird."

Says a suspicious Tsar by Escleo's actions.

"I understand. So, why don't we try something? In a few seconds, a woman will get in here. Whatever happens, I'll leave the choice of her wellfare to us all. Through a vote, we shall decide her fate right here, right now."

Now.

As Sasha steps foot in the manoir, the air changed.

A relaxed and free spirited atmosphere becoming a tensed one instantly.

They knew, this time, that there was an intruder.

In the dinner room, sitting on the chairs are them; Tsar and Escleo, Farah and Verin.

Looking at them, a Sasha kind-of terrified.

"...I present myself, Sasha. I am here to pick up Farah. The Runaway Fated Black Widow."

But none of them spares a speck of attention to her as they are all busy voting if they will let her go or not.

"Look! She is one of my fam!! If I can make her one of my trustful ally, don't y'all think that we'll be able to exert, or more like extend our hands everywhere in this world. Sashie knows a lot of names.." Explains a Farah as she stuffs chicken breasts into her mouth.

"So greasy.. Anyways, I agree with you, Farah. If we're destined for a great future. Killing won't help us get a good start.. And I hate killing. It's stupid." Adds Tsar, disgusted by Farah's lack of elegance but resonating to her's words.

Verin stays shut as he isn't one bit interested in this affair.

Escleo, understanding that Sasha can stay alive, claps his hands once.

"Alright! You over there. I won't repeat myself.. Come, sit and eat. Do one shitty thing and the five women playing hide and seek outside will die in one's breath. Ye hear?"

Sasha, terrified out of her wit, could only nod and instinctively finds comfort sitting next to Farah.

"So, now that this is done. I shall go outside guys. I recruited a guy before y'all and he's promising. He's strong, extremely strong. And selfish. He's our sixth member. Take care while I'm out and don't do anything rash. Later!"

Leaving the members at the dinner table, Escleo sets out to go find; Shallow Banner, Son Of Hulk.