[ Azem has been itching for a fight. Things have been a bit too calm for them as of late. Even with the attack during the parade, there hasn't been a lot going on. Not that Azem did a great deal of fighting back home. Much of her time was spent traveling from place to place, observing a location, and chatting with locals. All pretty boring stuff, really. But when action was necessary she reveled in it.

It's a bit different here, however. She doesn't really care who gets the Underground. She also has a few friends in the opposing clan, so she doesn't really want to hurt them too badly. Still, if getting her clan the Underground puts her one step closer to returning home with the answers to fix what has befallen them, then she'll do what she needs to do.

She'll likely be found alone or at least putting a great deal of space between herself and others of her clan. Why do you ask? Because she has a big fuck off axe slung over her shoulders and looks ready for action.

While other Tamamo's might be relying on traps they've laid, Azem is here for some one-on-one (or more) action. When it comes down to the fight, she's a bit more like a raging wild beast. Axe swinging, connecting roughly with anyone in her path. She's purposely made it blunt, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt a whole hell of a lot to get hit by it, not with the frightening speed and strength in which Azem swings it.

Azem isn't completely without strategy or thought. She's purposely trying to scare people into running toward the other Tamamo's and their traps. ]

[ The fighting can't go on forever. Both sides need chances to regroup, recoup, and plan their next moves. It's during these times that Azem is available to heal anyone that's taken a few hits if necessary. ]

I'm not wasting my magic on a few scratches, you better be bleeding a whole hell of a lot if you come to me. Otherwise, wipe it off and wrap some bandages around it. [ She instructs as she sets herself up nearby everyone else. ]

[ After its all said and done, Azem is a gross, sore, and hungry mess. And as someone who is unaccostumed to having to eat to sustain herself, well, she's collapsed curled up and holding her stomach as she groans. ]

So... hungry... [ And as if to get the point across her stomach audibly rumbles. ]