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360/1000 WORDS
LOTHRIC
One day, I too will carve my name upon this wretched earth.
HP: 200/200
SP: 150/150
MP: 20/50
Active Spells: Earth Dragon Stance (1/5), Spell 2 (x/x posts), Spell 3 (x/x posts)
Active Techniques: Technique 1 (duration), Technique 2 (x/x posts), Technique 3 (x/x posts)
Passives/Buffs: 190% Strength, 75% Speed, 50% Magic Damage
Weapon: Blade of the Goddess (+12)
Items Used: Item 1, Item 2
Enemies Killed: 0/1
SP: 150/150
MP: 20/50
Active Spells: Earth Dragon Stance (1/5), Spell 2 (x/x posts), Spell 3 (x/x posts)
Active Techniques: Technique 1 (duration), Technique 2 (x/x posts), Technique 3 (x/x posts)
Passives/Buffs: 190% Strength, 75% Speed, 50% Magic Damage
Weapon: Blade of the Goddess (+12)
Items Used: Item 1, Item 2
Enemies Killed: 0/1
They both knew he was there.
A sniffle from the Slayer, casting a telling glance to Myrrh. She'd practically thrown her hands in the air when her suspicions had been proven correct and she'd stood face to face with the woman again, but that brief bout of emotion had passed as soon as it'd come on. They were all professionals, here. She assumed that the man listening to them through the wall was too, but he was, unfortunately, tailing the wrong people. Not that she had any doubt that they were literally the wrong people, she had full confidence he'd found his marks; but it would end up being the last thing her found.
Another sniffle. Lothric lifted her hand, and lazily lifted a finger at the wall to her right. Just above a display case, which Lothric hoped the woman would not smash when she did so. She could hear him through the wall; his footfalls, his breaths, every movement he made. And her finger, unbeknownst to him, pointed right at his head.
They'd already communicated the plan with deathly silence, both women having quite dramatically enhanced senses: Myrrh would likely concuss him with what she was about to do, and Lothric was supposed to keep him alive. They would see how that went. For now, the diminutive samurai lowered her body to the ground in a way not unlike some feral forest-child, touching fingers to the ground. In the otherwise silence, Myrrh might hear her whisper "Earth Dragon Stance" and draw minor concern from the implications. Not long now. He'd caught on outside from the herbalist's confused silence and was getting ready to move. On Lothric's end, her free hand splayed its fingers, and something truly inaudible was spoken. Cut from the air, a crescent blade fell into her hand what gripped now the shaft with deathly intent. She'd guess five seconds or less before he was face down, dead. Three, if he was having a bad day...
No, this was going to be a bad day for him either way. A very bad day. She'd give him three seconds, max. He would not last a breath longer.
A sniffle from the Slayer, casting a telling glance to Myrrh. She'd practically thrown her hands in the air when her suspicions had been proven correct and she'd stood face to face with the woman again, but that brief bout of emotion had passed as soon as it'd come on. They were all professionals, here. She assumed that the man listening to them through the wall was too, but he was, unfortunately, tailing the wrong people. Not that she had any doubt that they were literally the wrong people, she had full confidence he'd found his marks; but it would end up being the last thing her found.
Another sniffle. Lothric lifted her hand, and lazily lifted a finger at the wall to her right. Just above a display case, which Lothric hoped the woman would not smash when she did so. She could hear him through the wall; his footfalls, his breaths, every movement he made. And her finger, unbeknownst to him, pointed right at his head.
They'd already communicated the plan with deathly silence, both women having quite dramatically enhanced senses: Myrrh would likely concuss him with what she was about to do, and Lothric was supposed to keep him alive. They would see how that went. For now, the diminutive samurai lowered her body to the ground in a way not unlike some feral forest-child, touching fingers to the ground. In the otherwise silence, Myrrh might hear her whisper "Earth Dragon Stance" and draw minor concern from the implications. Not long now. He'd caught on outside from the herbalist's confused silence and was getting ready to move. On Lothric's end, her free hand splayed its fingers, and something truly inaudible was spoken. Cut from the air, a crescent blade fell into her hand what gripped now the shaft with deathly intent. She'd guess five seconds or less before he was face down, dead. Three, if he was having a bad day...
No, this was going to be a bad day for him either way. A very bad day. She'd give him three seconds, max. He would not last a breath longer.
For what can we do but leave our mark?
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Myyrh wasn't exactly sure how to feel. The herbalist from her last job in Beanstalk Village had sent a letter requesting her presence, wishing to speak about those strange plants she collected. It felt...nice, being trusted and relied on; but it also made her...uneasy. She was still a new mage, and despite how honored she was, the idea of failing her first repeat client filled her with...fear? No it was closer to anxiety. She wasn't afraid to try her best.
