“Mardrom, you are going to realize that since you've already experienced violence as survivor and attacker you are more likely to instinctively resort to it now. Be cautious because your golemi is going to share that trait.” Gideon's words are a dismissal but Gids can see the arguement in Mardrom's eyes. 
                              
The Nightmare had been remarkably reticent after the unexpected attack, seeming to be using decent behaviour and silence in place of apology, but clearly that had lasted one whole day. “I didn't attack you, feral dogs attack. I tried to incinerate you.” Mardrom spat back, literally sucking air through her bared teeth.
                              
“Key word being tried.” Gideon's calm, dismissive retort shut up whatever righteous speech Mardrom had been about to spiel into. “You ever plan to go against something like me you can't just try to light me up. I'm a Fury not a spliff. That fire trick is good, not a creature alive isn't going to freak a little if lit on fire, but your mistake was keeping it small. At the moment you decide to do violence, admit to yourself your motivation for doing it. They made me angry and I'm lashing out, I feel the need to defend myself emotionally from a domineering personality, she brutally murdered my parents while I was forced to watch and I want to put her down, whatever it is driving you it better be enough to kill for or else don't allow it to compel you into brutality. The decision to be vicious should never be made rashly.” The Fury was now purposefully testing the Nightmare's boundaries and limits, needing to see if the next outburst would once again be a painful affair. 
                              
“Good to know lots of careful planning went into the assault on my home and that the disgustingly gory, painfully slow murder of my parents counts as a good enough reason to seek revenge.” Mardrom was growling to make her voice harsher, trying to mask the oncoming tears that threatened in her eyes. The younger monster was holding it together bravely, and solely because there were witnesses present, she was still aware of the scrutiny her last outburst had earned her. She still wanted to lash out against Gideon but Gidster didn't for one second believe the girl would really try to kill. Mardrom's twist of logic was determined that since Gideon had been the one to kill the parents, to join her family Mardrom would have to get Gideon to kill her too, finishing what had been started ten years ago. 
                              
“Yes. Taking the compound took a lot of planning, but not as much planning as the demonstration that was your parents' execution. I'm not going to spend my life now apologizing for how I was then, I'm going to simply BE BETTER than I was. So what are you going to do little dream screamer? Keep lashing out everytime my back is turned or take the lessons I'm offering and learn. At the end of the Camp, if you still have the itching need to eat my face just so you can have the satisfaction of crapping it back out again, then we'll see how good you are at earning a death. Mine or yours will depend on you. Does that satisfy you?” Gauntlet was thrown and Gideon knew that this and this alone could get her job at the Camp revoked. For some reason Counsellors weren't supposed to promise to duel to the death in an Intakee, but Gideon somehow doubted that Mardrom or her kids would turn her in for it. The Dragon had given Gideon an Intake filled with volatiles, and then they all had the poor misfortune of a stalker coming to play at Camp so everyone was just going to have to expect some unorthodox methods. Maybe a potential murder or two is a little bit beyond unorthodox and encroaching on highly unprofessional, but lots of fun. 
                              
“I won't be satisfied until I'm in the embrace of my family again, but I'll play along for now.” Mardrom finally spoke after a very tense and silent minute. “But the moment, and I do mean the MOMENT, that we're not bound by the Punt you and I are going to end this.” Mardrom promised and Gideon felt in her gut that this was one of those promises that the entirely combined forces of the Powers That Be would make sure occurred. 
                              
“Now go back to practice.” Gideon waved off the Nightmare and focused on the last of her kids. Mardrom actually spat at Gideon's feet before storming off and already the little golemi had grown little tusks to reflect the anger. 
                              
The Nephilim was still so young and pristine looking and Gideon felt like a heel for having to be the one that took him out into the mud so he could get some grime worked into his pores. “What exactly is mine going to be like?” Angelspawn was watching Gideon in a way that told the Fury that Omen was listening closely too.
                              
“Well, yours is going to need your careful attention. It's going to act like there are two different forces pulling it in opposite directions. You can do anything you think will help it, but keep in mind that you are the only one here that can actually help it. I'll answer any question you might have at all, but you won't like this lesson. It's still necessary though.” Gideon felt the age gap between them but it was nothing like the gulf between her and all the kids. She was still being so soft on them, going so slowly. All the while there's this terrible ticking in the back of the Fury's mind, as if there is some cosmic countdown marking the seconds until she was out of time and they were on their own.
                              
Something was definitely going to happen, the stalker in the dark of night would see to that. Gideon just had to do the best she could to make sure her kids were ready. Ready for what? She didn't know. Ready for when? Even less of a clue for that one. But Gideon was certain that there were sharks circling in the water, buzzards awing overhead and a Fury in the eye of the storm.