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Post by Swag Cat » Sun Aug 02, 2020 9:10 pm

Cy was really emotional, it seemed. She needed ways to vent it out, especially after what was done to her. She didn't want that life, but it was pushed to her. The girl was on her knees facing the ground as the anger was taking over her again. Her smile and cries diminished only to give a serious face. She collected the meat and put it on the ground. She didn't say an ything but she felt someone standing behind her. Was that being a threat? There was only one way to find out. But when the other person repeated Dogs Eat Dogs. She realized she was a target. Cy was not in a position to fight again but if she was given no choice?

Her right arm was bleeding because the wound inflicted by that ferocious creature. She didn't have time to go find her bag and find a fresh pair of clothes to bandage her wound. With no injections or medicine, she knew she had a high risk of contracting a disease. But for the time being, she lowered her silk and torn some part of it , and bandaged herself, it was not good though but at least it was able to stop the bleeding. Finally, getting up with her shaky hands and legs , she faced the woman.

The woman offered her a chance to go to the church. She wasn't sure if she could trust her. Why was she there? Was she following her? Or was she alerted because she screamed like a maniac? Cy gritted her teeth figuring out the consequences of the dramatic scene she created. " I want to go to a Church, but". She did not complete her sentence and using her support as a tool to navigate, she tried to move in the direction of the tree. She believed her bag would be close to it. Often hitting her sword to the ground, she was able to tell about the things that were in her way.

She was able to find the stick she carried but when she picked it up, she realized it was broken. Guess, she had to get another. She continued her search till she found a soft but a large object which she accidentally punctured. Her sword had pierced her clothes. But she was too distracted to realize, she picked her bag and slowly walked over to the area where she placed those pieces of meat, putting whatever her hands could hold. With her other hand, she took the container out of the bag but it was already full with her eye wraps. She emptied her box and slowly put the meat inside. Then, packed her bag again wondering if she should trust her or not. " This dog was an innocent soul that I had a chance to save. I don't have an intention to kill anyone. A sword for me, it's a tool of salvation, not destruction. I don't know if I should trust you or not". She was about to follow her but then she could hear the commotion. She could feel people walking and hearing what they said about her.

" Blind and Mad? Slow us down? Crying bitch"? She was able to hear those words because her senses have been trained to achieve efficiency to cover the loss of her eyes. She repeated those words that was used to hear. It was no t uncommon to hear all that where she belonged. Although those words made her really sad, it was like no one cared about helping others. The humanity was lost in those souls. " I am not sure what to think of you? An ally or a foe? But at least, give me a reason to trust you. Let's say, I trust you. Will I be given a fair chance to defend myself? If you can promise me a fight of survival with honor". She wanted to see how the other woman would reply. She knew there was no way she could expect something without dirty tricks.

Her eye wrap was covered in red and the blood was frozen on her face. Even her white cloak had covered in dirt and blood. She clutched to something in her dress, it was a pendant that her mother left with her when she was born. ' Mother, give me strength', she thought to herself while walking in the direction of the woman. " If you are helping me, because you pity me. If that's so, I would rather be alone rather beg". This was the blood of a warrior that boiled within her as it was below dignity to plead. She had lost her dignity, but she had made her mind to earn it back.

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Post by illirica » Sun Aug 02, 2020 10:55 pm

Perhaps it was the work of an unknown God, but they managed to make it to the Church without murdering each other. Kaila thought this was somewhat of an accomplishment, given the circumstances. The boy was certainly not doing anything to help the case. She fell back beside the Rara man, taking care to stand to the side that wasn’t his spear arm. If he decided to stab the boy, she wouldn’t stand in the way.

She didn’t see a need to speak, not in the city. Instead, her eyes moved around, her attention on her surroundings, listening for sounds of possible trouble. The man beside her was probably the biggest danger, but if he decided to run her through, there wasn’t anything that she could do anything about it, so she chose to rely on him as an ally instead. If he killed her, it would at least be quick.

Not like if the boy tried it - though Kaila gave it even odds on whether a slow death at his hands would have been due to brutality or incompetence. In all fairness, it could possibly be both.

The church seemed to be a place for people to congregate. That was good. It gave Kaila options. She moved into the building and let the people concern themselves with one another. Her gaze was drawn upward, to the colored-glass windows and the way the light struck them from the outside. How long had it taken to make something like that? How long had it taken to put all the pieces into place? How long had it been there? How long had it been since anyone had appreciated it?

How long it would stay beautiful?

This world was not kind to pretty things, after all. Sooner or later, like the painted teacup, the window would end up broken, its panels scattered, shards of glass buried in midden heaps or carried off by rats or other scavengers. Not humans, though. Humans would have little use for fragments of something that had once been beautiful.

It reminded them, Kaila thought, too much of themselves.

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Post by Jhibus » Mon Aug 03, 2020 10:58 am

Content to stay silent as the yet-unnamed Rara man curtly invited her to come along with him, Sei watched said man stop Gero's idiotic decision to reach out and grab his shoulder. She disagreed with the need for a name to call their impromptu group as well. Realistically, they could disband just as easily and quickly as they'd formed in the first place, so there really was no point to coming up with a collective name. She closed the jar of dried meat and swiftly stored it in her satchel as she fixed her coat, letting the others move ahead of her.

Walking out the door as the last to follow the trio, she eyed the two seeming stragglers on the side of the street. She couldn't hear anything from them, but cursory inspection revealed that one of them was incapable of sight, judging from the bandaged eyes, and the other was less sensory deprived and armed. A bow and sword were lethal in their own right, but with her three unforeseen compatriots there, no Frontier-dweller in their right mind would take their chances with the disadvantage of being outnumbered. Sei inwardly shared the Rara man's opinion on the girls, dismissing them for the time being. Even if there were opportunities to be gained by mingling with them, she could only handle building relations with so many people at once.

Sei ignored Gero's crass comment about the two, resolutely gazing at the church instead. The church was relatively untouched, the key word being "relative". Three centuries going by hadn't treated the infrastructure well, with some areas of the building spider-webbed with cracks and others being outright dilapidated. It'd either been masterfully constructed to resist the wear and tear of time, or people had left the building well enough alone, which would make sense. Many people revered gods and deities in this age, making them reluctant to disturb a holy place.

From a small ways behind, it was amusing to watch the teen and the hunter be on edge as they entered the building, only for the Motherhood woman to pass by them and start exploring the interior without hesitation. That was a good an indicator as any to show that there was a lack of ambushes or traps inside. Keeping her hands off her weapons, trusting the two tense males to start dealing with any threat should one appear, Sei waited a moment before demurely following Kaila's lead and making her way inside.

It seemed Gero wasn't wrong, she noted, as a grotesquely scarred figure made themselves known and addressed them from the stairs near the altar like some sort of pastor. Her eyes took stock of the figure's lack of clothing, noting that where the Rara hunter was covered in tattoos and ink, this man's body was instead covered in far more visceral markings, littered with scars and ill-healed injuries. All they did was point out the fact that he'd been through his fair share of pain and combat experience, and therefore not someone Sei wanted to engage in close quarters.

Gero, quickly proving to be quite the erratic individual, had other ideas and started walking around the room, spouting vaguely intellectual drivel in a weak attempt to convince the obviously-affiliated man to join the Pantheon. Was Gero blind to the mark on the man's chest, while using easily-dispelled lies to convince at the same time? A moment after insulting him, the teen seemed to have realized his mistake and darted back to the Rara hunter for protection.

Whoever this strangely jovial man was, he seemed to be a fellow crossbow user, judging from the ranged weapon laying within arms reach of him. It seemed to be a properly-sized crossbow, unlike hers, capable of shooting projectiles at higher velocities. Out in the open and surrounded by all sorts of cover any hostiles could take advantage of however, the advantage was rendered null and void. The man was placing himself in a vulnerable position, even eating a meal while talking to them - did that belay mental instability, or extreme confidence in his combat prowess?

Sei finally recalled the symbol on the man's chest and remembered which Cent it represented. Cult-like in their fanaticism and demon worship, she'd never before seen a member quite as disfigured as the one in front of her.

"Feel free to ignore Gero." she began, idly waving a hand towards the mentioned teen. "He speaks for only himself. You can accept his offer if you want to, but I don't imagine a member of the Damned would relinquish their faith so easily."

She turned to face the man next to the altar fully. "... But maybe I'm wrong. Why would someone like you be in a place like this?" There were in a church, after all - a strange place for a man of his Cent to be.
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Post by Lord of Nothing » Mon Aug 03, 2020 12:54 pm

The spear twirls in his hand. Twirled between his fingers for a moment before his hands clamp down on the shaft once more. The blade pointed to the floor, ready to be raised if he did so desire to throw. The majority of the weapon resting on his shoulder.

From his peripherals he could see the Motherhood Maiden wandering away -- gawking at the glass in a way oddly reminiscent of someone browsing some new land. An almost innocent curiosity came to mind as he thought about the face she made as she looked at the stain glass window. However, he did not take his eyes away from the man sitting on the steps at the front of this church.

Not for one second.

There was a crossbow. But this was a church. There were plenty of seats and places to take cover at the very least. And less than that he wasn't holding it right this moment. The man looked to be capable up close. But most of those wounds seem to be something more self-inflicted. Men did not often get cut so much. A seared brand on his chest told of such self mutilation. The calm, cool air around him leading him to assume the worst. The man was older and more than likely, he looked like someone who could fight.

Still, the heart did not race. He was outnumbered and outgunned from what it seemed. As of yet there didn't seem to be anyone else here.

Eyes narrow and brows furrow upon him saying the word of "my children." He spoke of a god that Lok was vaguely aware of. "Perhaps things are better this way." He remembered stories of men who were fat and round. Sitting at their desks writing and typing all day. Never moving. Hardly laughing for anything more than an hour a day. Lucky if he even has time to run and grow strong or just in such a state as to give up on honing himself every day. Of people glued to screens and other such things. Of men so arrogant that they thought they could control the earth.

Ripe with people who seemed discontent with themselves. Like this man.

Gero spoke -- seemingly drawing a collective mental sigh from the room. Waving around what he knew as a "bible", filled with words he could hardly decipher and which were needlessly indirect. Some people in his tribe carried them. Others found them very good at storing thick wads of paper, suitable for rolling joints. And otherwise seemingly completely irrelevant.

As Sei spoke up, he found himself remaining silent. She had managed to both say everything he wanted to say and more -- providing at a least a little insight into the man's Cent. He seemed something of a religious type. And judging by the name "damned", he did not believe the man to be the most stable. It seemed almost indicative of a victim. Ones easily able to be twisted by the very forces that wronged them. Adding all the more to the air of the man who seemed very not right.

He said nothing more, allowing Sei's question to linger in the air. No need to echo what she has already asked.
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Post by Golden_ » Mon Aug 03, 2020 10:41 pm

No sooner did Eden utter those words than the dogs emerge from the skeleton building, trailing one after the other, as if they were worker ants rather than dogs. They didn't look very malicious either; in fact, the four looked more like a rag-tag group of misfits than a cohesive unit. The one leading them seemed the most threatening to her; heavily tattooed, undeniably fit, visually armed. Eden met his gaze and held it, chin lifted slightly, shoulders squared. He didn't seem interested though, which pleased the woman greatly. She wasn't one to cause trouble deliberately, and he didn't seem to be the type either. Not yet at least.

Following after him was a young man of similar prowess, though he didn't look at all like the other. He was actually quite ordinary, and didn't give off a threatening vibe. That is, until he opened his mouth. Eden felt her eyebrow raise slightly at his ignorant comment, and she glanced back towards the blind girl, looking to see if she had heard it as well. Her initial opinion changed quickly. He seemed to be nothing but a follower, someone she would enjoy putting in his place, should the opportunity arise. Not only that, but from her inital analysis, he seemed to be the one who had been the source of all those earlier screams. The tone in his voice, the bandaged hand... looks like he too was a crying little bitch.

Next came the two women, rounding up the small group. Neither of them gave Eden the light of day, and thankfully, neither of them sparked an inkling of worry within her. The taller one wore an odd ensemble, clothing Eden had never seen before. The stranger carried herself with more authority, a greater sense of self. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but she was definitely different than the others. Finally, there was the shorter blonde. Pretty and young, and from a distance, Eden didn't get much else from her.

Her blue eyes watched as they marched up the steps to the church, disappearing from view as they entered the building. Hell, everyone seemed to want to go to church today. The thought amused her, bringing a playful smirk to her face.

Once they were gone, Eden turned her attention back to the blind girl, who had begun to speak. Everything she said made perfect sense - she, herself, wouldn't openly trust a stranger, especially one she couldn't see. But with the threat of the mystery group currently diminished, Eden had no reason to gain this girls trust. If she wanted her help, fine. But if not, it was not a loss. After all, they were strangers to one another, nothing more.

Still, as the blind girl had said, Eden did feel a cling of remorse - no, sadness towards her situation. She'd seen this sort of thing before; someone who wasn't good enough, someone weaker, wanting to survive and thrive without the associated judgement or pity. While training, Eden had ruthlessly cut many of those kids down. Time went on though and perspectives changed, shifting completely in another direction. It only took the death of her own blood to see that ugliness.

"The church is about twenty paces in the direction you're facing. Six to the right. Your God has many visitors today. I've counted four. Maybe more." Eden paused, sizing up the girl once more. "Do with that what you will. But I too have business inside." She was not this girls enemy, nor was she her mother.

Having said what she wanted to say, Eden set off towards the church entrance, careful to keep the blind girl in her periphery. Her light footsteps bound up the stairs, coming to a halt just in front of the main entrance. She could see the four strangers inside, along with another figure on the opposite end of the building. Even with narrowed eyes, they were too far within for her to size up. Going purely based on first impressions, Eden didn't believe she was in any danger. So she tentatively stepped inside, with a dagger not more than a swipe away.

The inside of the church was fairly untouched, at least compared to the rest of the town. Her hooded figure scanned the ceiling, the aisle in front of her, and the empty pews, in search of an unknown variable. She supposed the unknown variable was the man at the end. On closer inspection, he seemed grossly disfigured; a completely burned head coupled with a scarred body. A female voice rang out, questioning him and enlightening Eden. Children of the Damned. Yes, that made complete sense.
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Post by Swag Cat » Mon Aug 03, 2020 11:46 pm

Cy had heard very clearly what those bunch of misfits saying about her. By hearing the footsteps and the voices of the people, she was able to deduce that those were more than three. She usually ignored the comments made by people but this time it struck a nerve. Especially the one where a young voice called her a crying bitch. It was not easy living in a world where the probability of waking up the next was next to negligible. With the deformities she had, she could tell those people would never able to survive by themselves. She imagined they could have asked for quick death if they were at her place. It was true her crying made her appear as an emotional wreck and as a liability. She would make it sure.

With the traits of Caza and motherhood, she found herself better equipped to tackle problems with compassion and could still help the needful. As a maiden of the motherhood, she had a warm heart while as a Caza, she had the ruthlessness to kill without second thought. If only Cy could learn to leverage a particular set of skills at a time, she could prove to be worthy adversary. The major flaw in Cy was the conflicted mind of a Caza and a maiden of Motherhood. These two traits often fought to assert dominance over each other, and hence the unstable nature of Cy. She had survived the brutalities of this world and she was confident that she would survive till the end.

" God has many visitors everyday but only a few get the blessing". After learning that the group was heading to the church , she couldn't understand why these people would rush to church. There was a mystery that needed to be uncovered. Lowering her hand to her left side, and trying to hold the hilt of the sword that hung only waiting to see some adventure, " I am surprised you counted the steps and provide me the instructions based on something I can understand. I am thankful, and may be the humanity is not lost. At least tell me your name and the Cent you belong to". She asked a question for which she might have the strength to hear answer to.

Tightening the rope and lifting her bag on her back, she walked in the direction of the woman , she brought her face closer to her as if she was looking in her eyes. " You have helped a warrior and a warrior always pay her debts. You help me go to the church, I will help you with your business". It could seem as a bluff coming from the mouth of the blind girl who was crying a while ago. But this was not her talking, instead her anger and the pride of a Caza warrior that had surfaced.

They had started a journey and there was no interaction between herself and Eden. All that time, Cy might have appeared vulnerable but she was in an alerted state. She could feel a barrier that Eden had made for her protection by keeping her in her periphery. Despite giving an impression of a cold hearted warrior, she could feel the heart beating in the other woman. A woman could be a woman's greatest enemy but a woman could also be a woman's best friend. Step by step, she counted to 20 and then four to another direction, she could trust the woman for at least she was not lying. But the hard part was entering it and taking the stairs with no support, she could use her sword but she didn't want to any noise. The woman followed the noise of steps and slowly reached the main entrance.

The woman assumed they were at the main gate as most churches were built that way, her religious side was begging to be on the surface but considering the grim situation at hand, she preferred to keep quiet. Hearing a mix of voices of men and women, she was trying to deduce if she was in immediate danger. Her left hand was ready to use a dagger for defence, of course, she could survive by being on the defensive side. There was no way she could escape alive if they indulged in battle. There was a cloud of nervousness and a drop of sweat dropped from her chin to the ground highlighting the level of stress she was in. There was a feeling of uneasiness in the air she couldn't ignore. She had left everything to her destiny.

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Post by HighVoltage » Tue Aug 04, 2020 8:12 pm

Alastor kept his eyes on the newcomers, his version of a joke not seeming to be taken quite well. He quickly scanned them over, identifying which ones were the biggest threat. Fortunately, the Rara man made himself quite apparent. Hopefully there would be no bloodshed today, but if it came to it, Alastor was certain that he could kill them all, with the Rara being the only factor that could potentially give him trouble. Alastor's eyes narrowed as the young one opened his mouth. Implying that he lived here, that he was lesser if he did. As soon as the word 'Pantheon' slipped from his tongue, it clicked for Alastor. If this was a recruitment, it was done rather poorly.

Alastor dragged himself up off the steps, picking up the crossbow as he did so. He quickly removed the bolt and relaxed the tension, collapsing the arms and sliding it into its holster and replacing the bolt inside his vest. He began walking down the aisle, fingers trailing the pews on either side of him. His steps were slow, deliberate, and almost noiseless. "You.....seem to be under the impression.....that I.....would willingly join a Cent.....that allows a spineless....coward like you.....to live." Alastor flashed Gero a smile that was all teeth and no substance. "I've no desire.....to join the.....Pantheon, even if.....I wasn't....spoken for." He gestured to the brand on his chest and the scars all over his body. "And no.....I am no outcast."

His head snapped towards the well-dressed woman as she spoke up. Apparently the idiot was called Gero. A stupid name for a stupid lad. As she mentioned his faith, a grin spread across his face, this one showing an odd mix of interest and enjoyment. He turned to face this new voice, ignoring Gero's whimpering. "And....who might you....be? I....so rarely come....across those who know....of the Children of the Damned.....let alone our......religious inclinations." Despite his unsettling appearance and stilted speech, Alastor's voice was somewhat fluid, his language seemingly unaffected by whatever made him speak in this manner.

"As for why....I am here," He stopped about 3 feet from the group, not getting any closer than that. "Curiosity......is all. I do.....feel incredibly....uncomfortable....however. He.....doesn't seem to.....like it." That sinking pit in his stomach had not left since he first crossed the threshold, and had only tightened up, becoming worse the longer he stayed within the hallowed building. He looked over the woman in the fine clothing once more, curious. Had she seen his Cent? Had she perhaps visited to trade while he had been out scavenging? It's possible, he tended to spend as much time in the Cent as out of it, if not more. Feeling the holes begin to burn in the side of his head, Alastor finally turned and locked eyes with the Rara, a genuine smirk flashing across his face.

"I am curious....how you....find yourself allied.....with one of the.....running men. Of....course, I have.....only the highest....respects. We're....not too....dissimilar, after all." He didn't expect an answer, so he turned to face the group as a whole, a knife being slid from its sheath and casually dancing around in his hand, the blade gleaming off the rainbow light streaming through the windows. "I am.....the one known....as Alastor. You.....can call me.....Al, if you.....wish." He clutched the knife loosely, more as a prepared weapon than anything outright hostile. Recruitment was certainly off the table, but trade may still be on there.

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Post by newnostalgia » Wed Aug 05, 2020 12:15 am

Gero was, admittedly, a little more nervous now that the guy was closer.

"Al?" he echoed. He chuckled nervously. "Yer name don't 'xactly fit yer face there, buddy. But hey, to each his own, ya know." He noticed the man's weapon and felt his pulse quicken. "T-That's a fancy knife ya got there. Children of the Damned's the name of yer Cent, bucko? Coolio. I actually think one of yer men was the dude overseeing my part of the Beast training. He was an...interesting guy. Looked kinda like you."

To feel a bit safer, the young man shifted his throwing knives so that the light glinted off of them. "Ya're here 'cuz ya're curious?" By this point, he'd dropped any notion of recruiting this man right now. "I think we're here for the same thing. I mean, I'm not the most curious guy. I just kinda tagged along with these people here 'cuz they took my food." He chuckled nervously. "We traded, really."

Nervous, empty chatter was all it was.

He walked closer to the man, trying to appear confident while maintaining his un-threatening-ness (as if he could be threatening in the first place). "Ya know, this team's pretty welcoming. This ain't me tryin' ta recruit ya 'r anything. They're genuinely pretty good people. If ya don't hurt us, then, hey, whaddoya know? Maybe we could become good friends, you 'n me, my asthmatic friend."

He stuck out his right hand for the man to shake. (He truly seemed to have no survival instinct-- just holding his hand out to shake while this guy had a knife ready to stab him.) He cocked a grin at the dude. "My name is Gero. My parents and the babes call me Gee. I prefer Gero, though."

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Post by Argonaut24 » Wed Aug 05, 2020 12:54 am

Maketes watched in silence from the shadows as the blind girl killed the dog, another girl had come and seemingly conversed with the first girl, he wasnt quite sure but then he heard the voices, one wasn't particularly trying to be quiet and he could make out a few insulting words that were directed at the blind girl. Bitch was one of those said words. Maketes' training not only taught him skill but respect he despised the boy purely because he was loud and insulted a stranger for the entire city to hear. Maketes could also make out by the way the boy moved, carried himself, and spoke that he was most likely apart of Pantheon, an annoying Cent that caused trouble sometimes through out the Frontier, "recruiting" people to their Cent.

Maketes was surprised to see a group of four people and the other two all in relatively the same place. It was strange to see this many people gather out side of their cent territory but a hey, something new happens every day. Maketes watched from his perch as all the parties entered the church, "Well, why don't we make an appearance," he said to himself. Maketes wasn't worried if a fight broke out. The Schattenarmee trains their members to survive for several minutes when fighting multiple to people. Maketes dropped drown to the street and casually walked down the street and up the stairs until he stood in the entrance of the church. His large frame filled a good chunk of the doorway. With the sun at his back, his body was silhouetted against the light as his black cloaked moved with the breeze. Death was knocking on heaven's door this day.

Maketes scanned the room, this was interesting party. Several different cents and unaffiliates had gathered in this church. Maketes had heard Gero announce what his name was and that his parents and babes called him Gee. "Gee what a bitch is his full name." Maketes looked around at every one after he spoke, prepared, just in case one got spooked and attacked him. "Got room for one more at this picnic?" Thiswas definitely going to be an entertaining interaction, hopefully blood would not be shed.

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Post by Lord of Nothing » Wed Aug 05, 2020 1:05 am

The man approached getting closer and a closer. Fingers re-orient themselves from the grip of one ready to throw a spear. To the same ward he used earlier. A long pointy stick held outward and ready to meet anything foolish enough to run into it.

Yet he knew that this was no wild beast. At least, not in the conventional sense. This was a man with at least partially honed instincts, a weapon of his own and opposable thumbs. The closer he became -- the more he remembered the weaknesses of even such a versatile weapon as the spear. And so, especially as the man had the nerve to unsheathe his knife, so to did the Rara man. A knife slid from the man's sheath. A KA-BAR Bowie knife, broad and weighty enough to chopping through wood. Shattering bones. With a slender tip suited to slipping into the hide of large animals and armor alike.

The eerie man smiled at Lok as the knife danced in his peripherals, eyes never once leaving the man's own. Gero chatted -- his voice specifically becoming tuned out and muffled as he spoke. And Lok's face betrayed neither anger nor amusement. And so he stood there with spear and knife held in tandem. Long pointy stick with a small blade at the end poised to spill the man's guts from afar. The shorter more maneuverable blade held to do it up close if necessary.

He moved the spear point closer. The blade would not stop -- pressing into the man's bare flesh if need be -- until either it was made to stop or until Alastor yielded to Lok's silent command.

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