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[attr="class","bangtext"]Guilds sounded like a good concept at first and even cool in her mind. It didn't take long for the magic to wear off, leaving her disgruntled for the most part. It was always image this, image that. She had been done with that life ever since her retirement and frankly, didn't need it to come back to haunt her. Anya had left early in the morning, leaving behind a note detailing a short leave from guild duties. She felt bad that Skadi was going to be left alone to deal with guild issues, but then again, the woman was a workaholic.

Did she ever rest?

Anya bit back a sigh, veering Sasha away from an incoming rock as she was making her way down a snow covered path. She wasn't sure what she was doing here, only intending to figuratively cool her mind off. It just so happened that her body felt like she needed it literally. The Slayer let out a hot breath, pulling herself down closer to her mount's fur. It provided enough warmth for her to keep up her spontaneous whims.

Bounding past a large shadow in the distance, Anya stopped Sasha in her tracks to make her way over to the figure. It was merely a blob when she had seen it and upon approaching closer, her smile curved upwards. Sasha slowed her pace until it came face to face with the stranger, head tilting. Anya gave the dog a pat as she dismounted from it, waving at the familiar furred face.

"Looks good on you, found an owner, eh?" The Slayer snickered, placing a hand over her mouth to stifle back giggles. "A little early for halloween, don't you think?"

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[attr="class","bangtext"]Anya didn't flinch at the unwelcoming words and didn't stiffen up when Drakka had approached her. She could tell that the girl was up to something as she got closer and withdrew her arm, though not before she was caught with her gauntlet. Anya exhaled briefly, allowing herself to be tugged forward. Even with the muffled voice, the words were discernible from volume alone.

Anya's jaw was slack when she replied back with an unenthusiastic, "huuuuuhhh?" She heard her, she did. It just came as a surprise somehow. The Slayer rubbed the back of her neck unsure of how to react entirely. "So...you're inviting me to join you?" she asked slowly. Upon release, Anya twisted her wrist around, letting out a soft crack. Her eye followed along with the wolf-girl when she turned to walk away without an answer.

The Slayer shrugged to herself, resigning to her new plans with 'no choice'. "Mush, Sasha," Anya urged gently. The large white dog bounded across the snow quickly to catch up to her unlikely companion for the day. It trotted itself at a slow pace next to Drakka, tongue sticking out happily. The woman ran a hand into it's fur, stroking it before burying herself into the warmth. Her head turned to the side to look at the fancy outfit again.

"So what's up with the get up?" Anya frowned, "I don't fucking believe you decided to put a muzzle on yourself." She paused in thought, unsure if she would just get the same answer back. "What the fuck is this quest anyways?"

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[attr="class","bangtext"]Anya jolted straight up, her one good eye shining brightly at Drakka. She couldn't hold back her pleased grin at the recognition. Finally, someone acknowledged her and to think it was someone unlikely. The Slayer purred, "yeah? you think I'm strong?" The pale female leaned forward even closer to try and catch a glimpse of her companion's expression. Even with the lack of reassurance, she felt overjoyed. Not even the bark of a warning had dampened her mood.

She snickered, "oh, I like you--" The Slayer flinched, bracing herself for violent winds buffeting her with small pieces of ice. Sasha whimpered, stopping in place to wait out the worst of it. Anya shook off the sensation, squinting at her health. It had hurt her, though very little in fact, it was hardly noticeable. She shrugged, putting Sasha back into a sped up trot to keep the same pace as the furred player.

"Fucking hell!" Anya snarled, shielding her face with her thin arm. The gusts were picking up again and whipping at her. It was difficult to get words in over the harsh sounds, but damn, did God gift her with a pair of lungs. "Yeah? You in a guild too? Your leader sounds like an asshole," she shouted, "sure hope it's really fucking worth it!" She grunted.

"For the record, this is why I don't fucking do quests!" And she was being honest. She hated helping NPCs for shitty rewards. Still, she could overlook it this time. "Right behind you-- fuck!" Anya was growing real tired of mother nature's bullshit.

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[attr="class","bangtext"]"Winning doesn't always mean you're strong," Anya chimed in response. In her opinion, it was true. She viewed Drakka as the second strongest player she had crossed since her journey despite the duel ending in the Slayer's victory. The strongest player in her eyes was of course, none other than her monstrous guild leader. The woman hummed feeling a bit curious about Drakka's guild leader after touching upon the topic. Anya tapped her finger thoughtfully against her lip.

She perked up at the wolf girl's bark, but didn't think much of it. In fact, she started to chuckle lightly, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I'm an asshole," she said nonchalantly, oblivious to any offense she may have caused. Frankly, it was hard to tell if the two were getting along, but she didn't hate it though. The silence carried between them only shortly after she had stopped talking.

Next thing she knew the person in front of her was tossed at her and Sasha out of nowhere. The Slayer did her best to avoid the oncoming collision, swerving Sasha to the side. As much as she would have liked to catch the female, she wasn't confident that it wouldn't have bowled everyone over. Anya gave a sheepish smile at her direction, purring once her attention shifted to the moving snow. "Fuck yeah," Anya laughed, dismounting from her large dog to bring forth her sword.

Letting forth a loud uproar in the form of a battle cry, she felt alive again even in the disadvantageous environment. Stepping forward, she noticed a pair of crimson eyes staring at her behind the snow-covered guise. Not thinking much of it, she prepared herself to dash forward to take a swing at the tall monster only for her to be knocked back. Anya felt her body tumble backwards, face covered in fresh slush. The Slayer snarled, shaking her head of the icy mixture coating her face.

"That's fucking bullshit!" she complained, "it just hit me with a fucking snowball! what the fuck!"

It wasn't so much that she was off guard nor defensively weak rather, the force of the snowball was akin to getting hit by baseball. The place that she was hit still stung. Fuck's sake! She didn't want to admit it, but she was more or less useless against enemies that kept her at bay. She could only hope that she wouldn't have to eat another snowball to the face.

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[attr="class","bangtext"]Anya gave the laughing girl a cold look before turning her attention back to the vague figure. Getting up to her feet through rolling herself forward, the pale woman took the time to brush off some slush on her shoulder. With her blade in hand, she charged at the snow-covered monster without fear. It was only through dumb luck that Drakka was the new target, leaving her an opening to work with. Right when the ball of snow was flung at her partner, Anya went in for the kill. At least, she intended too.

The Slayer hissed, feeling the edge of her blade slice at snow and rock of some sort. Armor? She didn't fucking know. The damn thing hadn't flinched until a familiar dark shadow had appeared behind it. Whatever Drakka did, it had riled up the monster badly as it started to thrash under her. Not missing the chance, Anya switched forms to make use of her fist instead. If she couldn't do damage through slicing it, hell, she was going to smash it right open.

"Hang on tight," she warned her party mate with a devilish smile.

Pulling her arm back, Anya let loose one strong swing aimed from the mystery monster's side, smashing something in the process. Bits of pixels fell from the place she had connected. Shell? The woman wasn't sure herself only confident that that had done significant damage to the snow insect (?).

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[attr="class","bangtext"]Anya bobbed her head back and forth to try and get better vision on her partner. She heard the yelp loud and clear, expecting the wolf girl to fall off only to grab hold onto a protruding horn. After what felt like the longest god damned five seconds of her life, it became apparent that Drakka had a hold on things even if it was shaky. Leaving the rest to Drakka, Anya started to move herself out of the way of the flailing limbs as the Lobisomem clambered herself all over the enemy. The bite into the exposed flesh of the creature created an opening for the Slayer to do something more clever than she normally would have.

"Submission time!" Anya announced loudly over the sounds of the howling winds. With the right amount of distance, Anya lunged herself forward with all her might to guarantee knocking over the creature. What happened to Drakka after the tackle, she didn't know only assuming that the warning was enough to alert her partner. The thrashing afterwards made it difficult to hold it down properly, but somehow, she managed. All it took was using her sword as a god damn nail to pin down one arm. The sword stuck itself firmly through the monster's arm right into the ground below all the snow. This left the unnamed monster vulnerable for free shots. Rolling back the shoulder of her right arm, Anya grinned as she connected her attack first to the monster's chest.

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[attr="class","bangtext"]Anya's smirk only grew when the creature started to screech and flail, kicking up the snow underneath. The woman raised a hand up in front of her to deflect the stray slush. Her eyebrow raised at the large armored creature with amusement, her tongue clicking at it in a disapproving manner. Rather than wail on it with a series of punches, Anya gave it one good hook across it's nasty maw in an attempt to shut it up for good. Instead, it swung it's free arm at her only to connect with her palm, blocking the worst of it. The Slayer frowned as the sound from the blow was soft like a fist to a training mitt. "That's weak," Anya commented with disdain, "hey you hear this? you can't even call this a real punch-- whoa!"

It was only out of the corner of her one good eye that Anya had noticed Drakka right next to her. It brought a smile to her face knowing the attacker was already on top of things -- literally. She watched curiously as claws tore into what should have been armor and flesh only to reveal a hollow cavity within the creature's body. Now that was something she didn't expect. Her face twisted as a hand had shot up after the monster was broken into, clawing at the air while covered in a thick green slime. A moment later, Drakka had finally identified it as their....missing persons?

"That's fucking disgusting," she deadpanned with a snort. Glancing back over her shoulder, she noticed that the monster was eerily docile now that it had been...dissected. With a shrug, Anya removed herself off of it's chest to retrieve her sword with a grunt, sliding it out of the monster's arm only to pierce it through it's side. "I'm not helping them get out so the least I can do is crack open this fucking thing." Using the handle for leverage, Anya pushed her entire weight down to pry open what was left of the hardened chest. All she heard was the sickening sound of the shell being opened, lifting it all the way up to push it over the other side like a dumpster's lid.

Disgusting was an understatement.

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