(Gwenivere and Seraph had settled into one of the heavily used corridors that lead towards the arena. Gwen was perched on a few boxes that usually held technical equipment. Seraph stood, his back against the wall facing Gwen. They were talking amongst themselves.)

Gwenivere Jordan: It’s getting to the end and you still owe me a toy, Mister.

(She reached forward and nudged him with the toe of her boot. He growled and grabbed her ankle, swiftly moving forward to stand between her legs, his body pressed against the box. He still held her ankle. She just smiled calmly, about to say something before a figure begins to move by, bumping into Seraph on accident. Both of the Frost Inc.-ers turn to look at the person who had disturbed them and it was the newbie, Auston Jones. Gwenivere tsk’ed her tongue at him.)

Gwenivere Jordan: Naughty boy. You didn’t say sorry.

(She gently pushed Seraph away and got up on her hands and the toes of her feet on the box. Austin turns to look at her confused. She smirks faintly before vaulting off the box and tackling Jones to the ground. Seraph just watched in amusement. Gwenivere rolled Jones onto his back, holding his chin between the nails of her hand, digging them into his skin. He winced and tried to toss Gwen off but failed miserably.)

Gwenivere Jordan: Say you’re sorry to the nice man.

(Austin’s eyes went wide as he gazed back at Seraph who had moved a bit closer to hover over Gwen.)

Austin Jones: Uh… sorry?

(Gwenivere tsk’ed her tongue again, shaking her head at the unsatisfactory apology. Her nails drew away from his face, leaving deep red marks in their wake. She gets to her feet, sending a kick into his chest. He grunted and rolled onto his side, curling up into foetal position. Seraph grabs his ankle and twists it until it’s at the point where it’s not supposed to twist, though not breaking it. Gwenivere moves to huddle at his head, teeth nipping at his face and neck.)

Gwenivere Jordan: Sorry?

(Jones gasped in pain, slapping his hand against the ground as if to tap. He squeaked that he was sorry. All the fighting stopped. Gwenivere and Seraph stood over their newest prey.)

Seraph: Welcome to N.E.W.

Gwenivere Jordan: Bitch, that’s my line!

(Seraph looks at Gwen, then Austin, then Gwen again. He shrugs and heaves her up over his shoulder. She slaps his back and screams, flailing wildly as they disappear down the hall in more fits of laughter, leaving Austin Jones in thralls of pain.)