Assiah Godboxed three times around the world, killed the tracking in it, jumped another two times and then dismantled the box for good measure, in case they didn't listen and in case it fell in the wrong hands. She stood up and looked across the Sahara's edge before flying the last stretch to where the bad feeling seemed to grow exponentially.
Smoke on the horizon confirmed she was heading the right way. A village clinging to an oasis was ruined, except for one man leaning against the well and cleaning the sticky red off his hands with his tongue.
"...You kept me waiting, Puppy. You know how I get when I'm bored," he chastised her and smiled slyly. "Ooh? No cavalry? No goody goody bossy people? That means you're not the good Pet." He grinned even wider, twisted. "Means my sister's come to play. Gimme a hug."
She punched him in the gut with a hot fist, much to his laughing delight.