[ the voice comes from a small — gremlin? — walking up behind vanessa, a sword slightly longer than she is tall on her shoulder. the blade glints under the flashing light of the rift; in her other hand is held a small red lacquer dish filled with something that smells alcoholic. ]
Will you fight? [ the question is asked with a delicate curiosity, and shuten takes a sip from that dish before letting it disappear in a swath of gold mana. ] Or stay behind, bewildered? Each is a fine option, though one might lead to an embarrassing defeat.
[ who is this sassy lost creature?? she's barely five feet tall, how's she gonna handle that sword. ]
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[ the voice comes from a small — gremlin? — walking up behind vanessa, a sword slightly longer than she is tall on her shoulder. the blade glints under the flashing light of the rift; in her other hand is held a small red lacquer dish filled with something that smells alcoholic. ]
Will you fight? [ the question is asked with a delicate curiosity, and shuten takes a sip from that dish before letting it disappear in a swath of gold mana. ] Or stay behind, bewildered? Each is a fine option, though one might lead to an embarrassing defeat.
[ who is this sassy lost creature?? she's barely five feet tall, how's she gonna handle that sword. ]