And so Mithra had decided that if she saw another one of those agents, no matter if they were a lieutenant or a general, they were getting a punch directly to the face, and perhaps to any other vulnerable areas if she could get a hit in there.
So, while she wasn't quite expecting to feel the familiar aura of an agent tonight, she had a slight hope that she would run into one, just so she could punch them. Repeatedly. But everything was quiet so far, which meant that her wraith draining the a-hole who had been cat-calling her earlier in the day was as good a target as any for her rage right now.
Grymoire