"You're all here because you've been given a chance to join my army! From this point on, whether you live or die depends on your ability to impress me!" 

The queen stands in the middle of a gigantic stadium as she addresses a group of potential new soldiers. Her generals watch from the sidelines. She spots Tegan amongst the newbies, points and motions for him to come to her. The other army hopefuls glare at him as he makes his way over.

"When I say go, all of you try to kill me before I kill you!" She turns to Tegan and whispers "Don't let any of them touch me."

"Wait. Seriously?"

"Go!"

Five contestants rush forward while the others remain glued in place. Tegan walks toward them stopping a short distance away from the queen. A large fellow with bulky legs rockets into the air right over him! In an instant Tegan is also in the air. He snatches that motherfucker and using the force from both of their leaps, sends him crashing head first into the floor behind Quinn. Two of the remaining four hesitate but the others continue on their path to the stationary queen. Tegan lands down, grabs leg day again, hurls him back into the air and darts around Quinn. The two combatants brace themselves to fight Tegan but he passes between them. They turn around instinctively just long enough to be crushed by the thigh master. The two who hesitated have already rejoined the original group of cowards. Tegan stops in front of them. "Well?" he says with genuine concern as to why they aren't attacking. Feeling insulted, the mob finally fights him. They come at him with claws, horns and teeth, all of which he deflects into his surrounding assailants, so much so that the bunch quickly starts fighting each other. Tegan finds his way back to Quinn and they watch the crowd tear itself apart.

"Mmm ... they're playing my song." Quinn brings a finger to her mouth and bites down into it. She doesn't bleed. "You didn't kill any of them."

"You didn't ask me to."

"True." she sighs. "You put on a good show ... but you failed." She points to her feet where the hand of the unconscious burly jumper is just barely touching her toes.

"Aww fuck! Really?"

"Maybe next time, sweetie ... oh. Hey now." Quinn looks off to where her generals were posted to see Starve and Pop's daughter Wraith walking toward them. She's noticeably taller than her older brother Sleaze who obviously takes after their mother. Her long blonde hair with white streaks is parted just enought to reveal her black eyes with brilliant blue irises. Aside from her eyes, she could almost pass for a human. The fact that she has no horns is what stands out to Tegan the most seeing as how everyone else in her family does, including Tempy who isn't related by blood.

"Ma'am, I formally request to personally evaluate this citizen through one on one combat."

"Oh? Am I imagining this shit or has Tegan here managed to catch your eye?"

"He has displayed notable fighting prowess which I deem worth further examination."

"Ah! You like him don't you?" squeaks the queen. "I know how to pick em, eh? Funny, I figured you'd go for someone a bit more butch but I can't blame you for wanting a piece of this one."

"Ma'am, my interests are strictly professional."

"You think he's cute."

"Ma'am."

"It's okay. Just say you like him."

"Physical attraction is not a factor in this situation."

"Gurl, you should 'personally evaluate' this cutie pie repeatedly through sexual intercourse." Quinn's voice changes to mimic Wraith's perfectly. Extremely amused, Tegan covers his smile with one hand.

"With all due respect, ma'am ... I realize that I have interrupted your exercise but my request still stands. I will resubmit it through the proper channels if necessary."

"Ugh, threatening me with paperwork. Fine! Fight him." She turns to Tegan and gives him a quick look up and down. "You should live." His smile disappears as Quinn walks away, denying him the chance to ask what she meant. "He already failed my test but if you give him the okay, he's in! Have fun you crazy kids!" The queen takes a seat with her generals and gives the order to remove the battered losers from the stadium grounds.

"Citizen Tegan. I am Colonel Wraith Stavros, leader of the 8th Sinners Regiment. Ready yourself for combat."

"Woah, okay first of all I'm just about done with being forced to do shit."

"Perhaps the military isn't a suitable environment for you. Nevertheless, ready yourself." Wraith raises her hands and positions herself in a battle stance.

"Look, I'd rather not fight someone prettier than me."

"Then I am surprised you have fought anyone."

"Oh, she's got comebacks!"

"Initiating combat now."

"Wai-" Wraith rushes Tegan and drives her fist into his neck! Before he can react or be sent reeling back from the blow, she grabs his head and plows a knee into it ... seven fucking times. Still gripping his head, she stands him up and pushes him away. He staggers for bit while holding his face. "Guh ... phffffuuu. Yeph! Thaphs my nosph."

Pop cheers from the sidelines. "Whoo! Go, mija! Whup his little sexy ass!"

Wraith half rolls her eyes but gives no other response to her mother's encouragement. "Ready yourself. I won't give you another chance."

"Y'know I phelt a lotta tensphion in your knee juspht now." Says Tegan. "Maybe aphter thisph we can get sphome massphage actphion goin on?"

"Reinitiating combat."

"Phfuck." She charges at him again! He's on it this time and counters her flurry of attacks, just barely redirecting her limbs away from him long enough to keep distance between them. She does not relent and swings a wide right hook knowing he'll try to block it. He takes the bait and raises his arm to counter but she pulls her punch back and launches her other fist into his chin with an uppercut. His feet leave the ground. Her fist leaves his chin only for a moment before she clutches his neck and proceeds to beat his ribs in with one hand while holding him in the air with the other, stifling his screams as her grip tightens. He whips his body around and delivers what can only be described as a really fucking hard kick under her left arm. The impact shakes the stadium! She does not release him as they both tumble across the floor. She wobbles as she rises and finds her footing. No longer able to lift Tegan, she holds him in place and resumes striking his ribs until she's certain they've been properly broken.

"You do realize that you need to hit me more than once if you want to win?"

"... yeagh igh thought abowght daght ... bught ya ... spheem ta beh havi ... spho much fughn ...."

"You should take this seriously."

"Howbought ... igh take yough ... owww-t ... instea ...?"

"Useless." She lets him go and watches him collapse at her feet. "Let's try something else. Hit me again. I will not engage you."

"... ifph igh do ... I'll die."

"I only broke your ribs. You will survive. Hit me."

"... sphorry ... gonnuh hafphta pass."

"Hit me."

"... uughh why do igh have agh boner?"

"Hit me!"

"... baby one more time ...."

"What?"

"... it's agh ... huff ... a classic." He manages to push himself up to kneel.

"Disappointing. Why are you here?"

"... igh gave into Temptation hahaha."

"This evaluation is over. Do not come back if you are not ready to fight." She leaves him kneeling out in the stadium as she walks over to Quinn. "Ma'am, I have prepared my assessment."

"I saw you take that hit." A smile accompanies Quinn's sassy tone.

"Citizen Tegan does not possess combat skills that meet our criteria."

"You had to drop him. He must've got ya good."

"I recommend that he reconsider his decision to enlist. An incubus like him may be better suited for the Rendezvous District."

"Oh? Well in that case, he's in."

"In what, ma'am?"

“Your regiment."

"… Understood."

"Did he ...? Yep, he passed out. Take him with you on your way to the MD.” Quinn orders.

"My injuries aren't severe enough to warrant a trip to-" Wraith's body shakes as she almost falls over, steadying herself while holding her side. "... I will take him, ma'am." She leaves to collect Tegan with a couple soldiers to aid her. 

The queen relaxes into her chair, closes her eyes and gestures her hand at her three generals. "Alright. What's your take on the kid?"

"He fights defensively." says Rock. "Not a strategy you see often. He waits for the right moment to strike while avoiding attacks."

"Like a damn coward." says Starve as he sits watching his daughter leave.

"It's worked for him so far. With some training he could be an asset." Rock affirms.

"Hmph. Got his ass beat. Lucky I didn't fight him." boasts Starve.

"You would've lost." Rock says definitively.

"Huh? Say that again slowly. I'm not fluent in little bitch."

"Yeah, that's cause you're a big bitch. The reason you can't beat me is the same reason you wouldn't beat him."

"Alright you fuckin ..." Starve starts to get up to confront Rock with his macho rage but Pop leans over from her seat next to him to lie across his lap. She places her husband's hand on her tits which he immediately starts fondling as he glares at Rock.

"Aunque el es un poco raro, me cae bien. Plus he knows our lil niña from before we found her." informs Pop as her breasts are freed by Starve's groping.

"Really?" Quinn stares straight ahead as she thinks aloud. "With the way things have been lately ... it makes sense that he might end up here."

"You mean the increase of attacks." says Rock. "We may very well be the last major kingdom left." He also stares ahead, deep in thought. "It's been a while since we heard from our allies. Should we try to reestablish contact with them?"

"No ... they know how to find us if they need us. They're either in hiding or dead ... so not worth the risk either way." Quinn's focus is broken by the familiar sound of Pop enjoying herself. "She's got the right idea. Alright team, good hussle! Everybody hit the showers! I'm gonna track down my big grumpy man." The queen snaps her fingers and opens her palm. A tiny swarm of mantis-like critters with human-like torsos and faces land on her arm. One walks onto her hand, clicking and chirping at the queen. She nods in response and gently waves the bug buddies off of her before standing up and effortlessly sprouting a giant pair of white feathery wings. "Whadoyou think guys? Too Victoria's Secret?" she asks looking over her shoulder. Starve has already scooped up Pop and they both give a thumbs up as he carries his wife away in his arms. She faces Rock to find him still in his seat, deep in thought.

"Things are getting worse out there." says Rock. "Before, we just had to worry about 'Heaven' but now there's the Frost swallowing everything in it's path. We still don't know enough about it to stop it if it reaches us. It maybe time to consider the very real possibility that this city might become our tomb."

"I don't like the things you say and how you say them." Quinn waves her hand with her dismissive tone. "Look, I'm gonna get laid and I suggest you do the same." Her wings darken and take on a leathery texture, skin and thin spikes replacing the fluffy down.

"Aww, I liked the feathers." says Rock.

"Yeah ... but he won't get the reference and I'm too horny to explain it to him." She opens her wings and takes off into the city with a single grand flap.