Strife is the one to be considered a pretty relaxed dad. He often goes in mission with his daughter, but knows she will handle everything just fine if she goes on her own. Since she was little, she showed she was a little independent girl and so Strife, as a proud daddy, raised her just like that. He didn't need to do much if she would get herself in trouble, she would only get home and tell him what happened, he would ponder the situation and say whether she was right or wrong, but, in most cases, they just had a laugh about what happened.

He loved his little feisty girl and could only regret that she had grown up so fast. He loved chasing her around inside the house when she was little, finding her inside anything she could fit in, or hanging from a tree branch outside in the garden, screaming so he could get her down because she was afraid of heights and couldn't do it on her own. He also loved when he would go outside following the noises to find her playing with Mayhem, as the horse refused to let her mount on him over and over and she would angrily turn to him, asking for his help. The horse whinnied every time his master put his little girl on the saddle and kicked the floor with his hooves to show his discontentment

But that went away pretty fast as the girl grew up and she and the horse became practically best friends to each other, what would render some moments of jealousy coming from the horse's original master, but he one day surrendered to that partnership and let his daughter mount the steed.

So, seeing it coming back home without her made him raise his eyebrow.

He was always positive that she could complete her missions without aid since the one they went to together and she did everything by herself having no trouble at all – and of course, having a big daddy all proud of his daughter – so after making sure she knew how to handle herself in different ways, he agreed that she could go alone and was always successful. Since that day.

The sight of his steed coming back alone made him jump from where he was, reaching for a troubled horse and trying to calm him down. He knew that the way the horse was acting was unusual and, staring at those bright blue eyes, Strife knew that Mayhem was there to warn him. Strife's face turned into an angry expression as he calmed down the horse.

"Take me to her"

He didn't need to say much more after he mounted the horse and it galloped his way to where he had last seen his master's daughter.

The White Rider's hand on the reigns were tighter as the minutes passed by. The one who dared touch a single strand of her beautiful black hair would regret doing so for the last seconds of his miserable life.

The horse loudly neighed as he stopped where the last battle took place. Strife unmounted as quickly as his own bullets to take a closer look at everything that was dropped in the floor. Blood, bodies, swords, maces, bullet capsules and her own guns, after all the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. It was one of the various things he was so proud of.

Placing his daughter's guns in the saddlebags, he mounted once more and steered the horse as he followed the tracks that could lead him to her. He knew she was alright: her big mouth and personality would get her some bruises, sure, but nothing that couldn't be taken care of later with some cuddles and hot drinks, after they shot their way out of wherever she was.

He picked up wheel tracks at a certain point, figuring that she had been taken inside a carriage and couldn't be too far away. He knew those plains very well and also knew that only one place was at the end of those tracks, making it too easy to find.

It was a big house with no other floors except for the main one and everything seemed to be quite calm, so he could hear the sassy voice he knew too well tormenting those who dared take her as a captive. She knew how to make someone get angry and that made a smirk appear on the corner of his mouth. But there wasn't much time to waste even though he would love to keep listening to everything she still had to say. Poor ears of those near her.

With a loud explosion, he blasted away the walls to get inside, quickly shooting the two guards that were there with no problem. When the dust settled down, he saw his daughter in the opposite corner, loads of chains and shackles holding her down and Strife let a laugh escape "Gave them quite the trouble, huh?"

"Can't even imagine" She tried to blow a lock of hair off her face "Did you have to make me get all dusty?"

"It adds for the effects" He approached her to break off the chains holding her down. She bit down her lip when her arm was released, feeling the pain of the broken bone, trying not to show too much so Strife wouldn't notice it, without success "Want to go home? We can heal that"

"No way! I want to kill these bastards! I still have one healthy arm and you know I don't need two guns to make a mess" She stood up.

"Well, I imagined you would say that" He walked outside from the hole he had previously made in the wall, reaching for the saddlebag and taking one of her guns "Thought you might want this back."

The smile on her face for having her weapon back made a doting Strife smile as well. He handed her the gun and held her close for a while. They stared at each other's yellow eyes and she smiled "Let's kick some asses"