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 Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:38 pm
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A lone figure stood near the edge of the training field in the early morning air. The Sun had barely begun to rise, it's warm rays not yet reaching the patched earth where the Priestess lingered, but it would, soon. The sun would rise, and the birds would sing, long and loud, before falling quiet again. Nergui stood there, hands together, and she soaked up the temporary quiet, the crisp air, the peace that was so hard to come by these days.
Why, child. Why.
Her cheek twitched, expression shutting down into harder lines. It had been quiet, for once, the murmurs had sank into the static of background noise, and now they rose up again. A wave to drag her back under.
No escape. Never never.
Another twitch, and her lips curled, drawing back from her teeth. A low hiss escaped through clenched teeth, and as her hands fell apart her blade filled filled her palm. She gave a frustrated snarl, turning on the ball of her foot, and drove the dark blade into the face of the nearest practice dummy.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 12:21 pm
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It was very, very rare to see Sal anywhere near the training field. Such things were better left to those who suited the life style, and the Sage was far from a fighter. He was an Alchemist. He fought dirty with poisons and herbs, seeking to bring his enemies and victims down from within, quietly, secretly, and over a long enough time to make them suffer. The more obvious attacks held no interest in him, and so he avoided it entirely. Unfortunately, nearing the training field was the fastest way to get back to his tent, and thus he had little choice but to cross it.
But his attention was caught however, as a Horsewoman he recognized as a Death Priestess began to viciously attack a practice Dummy.
"My, my. The Lady must carry a terrible burden, if she resorts to such a brutal display~" The old Sage purred, his voice sweet and yet, somehow, amused. He stared through lidded eyes at the woman, his posture impeccable to relay the respect he gave for one of his own.
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