Why pick weeds when you could punch them instead?

This was far from her idea of an ideal job.

Morbid as it was, Lothric was a bit more partial to killing. It's what she was good at. Quite good at, in fact. Something about the thrill she felt. Something about the feeling.
Bah. It was of no matter now. Early as she had been, the time for action drew close. Rather, it had five minutes ago. And passed. And for another five, the aforementioned free-lance mage still didn't show. T'was not for twelve additional minutes that Lothric showed up, her footfalls near silent.
She scried the girl. Didn't like what she saw.

Lothric's one eye, big and bloody red, unsubtly scanned her partner. It lingered around her horns. For a long time, lingered around her horns. Not like Lothric, dressed in a tattered black coat what was open in the front with a sword at her hip and an eye missing, looked much less strange. Even more so, in fact, when her scared left eye opened. Aside from being faded, a cloudy blue white; it looked like it had nearly been cut in half. An unsubtle scar cut her iris in half, before it transitioned to her skin. But how Lothric looked at the girl for those first few moments was truly something terrible. Two things she did not want to be reminded about; dragons, and fire.
She huffed out her nose. An audible sound of contentment as her scrying gaze relented and her orbs turned to the plants. Her blank left eye fell closed again, oddly seeming to comfort the girl who dared not speak. Inhale. Exhale. Her hand raised, fingers curled, and she beckoned the oddity to follow.

T'was not far to the plants. Lothric eventually turned, though, and motioned for the girl to stop. "Stay out of the circle." Her voice was quiet. You might call it stoic if it wasn't pitched according to her diminutive size. Not too high, but just high enough. Refusing to elaborate, Lothric walked dangerously close to the plants. Not close enough to be touched, of course, but close enough to grab the lot of them in her range. She took a knee, and placed her palm on the ground. A single check was made that the other had not wandered into her range, before she whispered something under her breath. A gold ring rose from the ground 30 meters around Lothric, indicating that aforementioned circle, and fissures raced to meet it. The ground was, consequently, fractured several dozen ways. Once more, Lothric looked over her shoulder to ensure that the girl had not stepped inside; the ring burned brightly. There was a second half to this, evidently, and it was rather important that it only it who she intended it to.

A twitch of her eye when the girl up and took off. One of those, was she? What was it... Take-over magic? It made her uncomfortable. Thinking that any beast could be a person in disguise. She was very good at killing people, but no longer did she... Enjoy it.
Or did she simply not let herself enjoy it? Was she repressing the feeling? Suppressing it?
Semantics.

Her hand raised from the grass and balled into a fist; a fist which, consequently, slammed into the ground with force. The fissures cracked open, pebbles and dust flying as spikes of rock jutted out of the earth; a tremble would have been felt if the girl had stayed standing. A minor tremor. Evidently, powerful.
But with it came Lothric's withdrawal from her position, rising to her feet. Her eye locked with the girl whose name she did not know off in the sky, and her hand raised. A little wave; a gesture to do the rest. She certainly could have kept going, but just that had already put a sizeable dent in her mana pool; besides, it would have been poor etiquette to show up late and yet still do all the work herself. Lothric herself didn't seem in a huge hurry to get out of the way, her pace sluggish and her left arm resting on her hilt, tilting the back of it up a bit. Within a few moments, though, she was quite clear of the plants and what destruction she'd just wreaked on the agricultural use of the area, if there was any. She wasn't particularly educated in... Well, any manner, when she thought about it—figured it was better if she stuck to what she knew, no matter how little that was. Nevertheless, Lothric eventually came to a halt, spun on her heel, and let her one eye be graced with the coming show. "Grab one, will you?" she called, her hand having raised to her mouth to make her admittedly weak voice a bit more loud. "Or, rather, as many as you can." The herbalist had said 'at least' one. T'would be remiss of her to merely satisfy the minimum requirements.

An oddity indeed. She'd expected more...

Fire.

Lothric looked the girl over, towing three plants and all. When she landed, the smaller woman stepped forward. Extended her hand out. Turned it sideways. A handshake. "Lothric." said the girl. No surname, no title, just Lothric. "A pleasure. Let's get moving." Common courtesy to share the burden, thought the girl; but this one seemed to have it quite under control. The last thing they needed was to damage the leaves against the ground with her diminutive stature.

She wasn't one for pleasantries either, it seemed; the black-garbed apparent-samurai spun on her heel with not another word, and fell into a more timely pace of walking. The one of someone who had something else to do. Something that was weighing, evidently, on her mind. But she'd not speak of it nor take the other to speak of it, having a simple acknowledgement to her name and little else. They'd done their job, here. Nothing was left for them but to leave. To turn the bounty in, get paid, and depart. She would say she'd never see this girl again, but she doubted it. Lothric accepted by this point that fate had a way of doing what she thought was impossible. There was little she could do but wait and see—perhaps act surprised when, inevitably, she stared this girl in the eyes once more.