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Jun 28, 2017 18:57:03 GMT -5
Post by STILETTO on Jun 28, 2017 18:57:03 GMT -5
[attr="class","fitz"] Blood slipped down the side of her face. Bearing her teeth in a snarl, she let her fingers wrap around the bandit that was currently facing her. Her fingers twitched, even as the Hecatomb let out a breath. Sometimes, she wishes her class came with claws, because it would be so useful. The winds were vicious, even as she narrowed her eyes. It flowed past them, cut by the large rock they were in the shade of. A clear arena for a fight, but not big enough to provide her mobility as she needs to. Her tongue darts out, licking the blood that traveled down the side of her face, even as she shifted her weight. Would this bandit attack? He lunged forward. Pushing from the ground, her wings beat once hard, and she was high enough to avoid his lunge. Her heel smashes into his face, grinding him down, even as she slams the other one into his chest. One, two, three, four, and then he goes still. With a crack, he burst into pieces, little pixels that were soon swallowed by the wind. Finally, she could breathe, letting out a huge one. Stumbling, she made it to the rock, leaning against it. Sliding down, she sat, trying to catch her breath. But the exhaustion was creeping up on her, and without wanting to, she slowly fell asleep. Vulnerable, and exposed, her consciousness away as she wanted to parse what just happened, unknowing how vulnerable she was, or how she would have to rely on a stranger's kindness soon enough. [attr="class","suga"]I DID THIS, [attr="class","jimin"] Forte |
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Jun 29, 2017 16:39:42 GMT -5
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Jun 29, 2017 16:38:24 GMT -5
Post by Forte on Jun 29, 2017 16:38:24 GMT -5
the night is near
"My, I don't think sparkling green is your color. At least not in this amount miss." said a female voice from the front side of Stiletto.
Silence. To be expected from a situation such as this. She noticed a commotion from a distance, but appeared to have terrible timing in regards to helping the soul. The remnants of shattered blue glass tipped Forte that the pursuing enemy had recently been defeated, an accomplishment to behold regardless of one's profession. She took a moment to look over this green haired vixen and saw most of the damage being in the HP category. Although the Lorekeeper wanted to hold on to the supplies she bought for today's leveling session, a little charity work went a long way. Most times. The ones with strings attached never amounted to anything but trouble.
She did not wait for the injured's permission. With a swipe of her dark fingers, the menu screen was brought to view and from her expendable inventory came a light blue container. Forte struck the ground with her staff as to plant it, then came in close to prompt up the body for the potion's application. There were many ways to use said health pots, so the woman opted for the less intimate manner. She crushed the medicine in her hand, activating it's properties as a shower of light rain hovered over Stiletto. It was a weaker potion, but enough to bring her out of the red.
Forte put the woman back to where she stood, and regained her staff. Noting nothing else seemed to be out of order, she decided to initiate a conversation.
"If you're not feeling up to continuing, you should probably return back to town. The influx of bandits here is due to an instance going on. Should last another twenty five minutes or so. I can help you if you need it."
W O R D S - Used a minor potion to heal up Stiletto out of critical status. M U S I C T A G STILETTO N O T E S ! MERCY |
MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Jun 29, 2017 23:22:33 GMT -5
Post by STILETTO on Jun 29, 2017 23:22:33 GMT -5
[attr="class","fitz"] Something jolted her from the rest she had intended to give herself. And in that moment, the woman realized how bad of an idea that was, and could only blame battle exhaustion. The soft touch of a potion - powdered and handed to her - was tickling through her, healing her. A shuddering breath went through her, and her eyes snapped open, pools of molten green unfocused for a moment. And then they sharpened, landing on her benefactor. Her eyes narrowed, because the words of the other woman were tossing around in her head as they were spoken. It took the Hecatomb a few moments, but then she connected the dots and nodded a bit, before sighing. ''I'd like to firstly, thank you for your assistance. Few travel out here - and even fewer still would have helped.'' she started. Gingerly, she started to push herself back up, leaning plenty on the rock face behind her for support. ''I just wanted to check the source of some rumours - sandstorms and strange faces in the sand. But these bandits got in the way and well... I'm a utility, I can only do so much to keep my health topped off before I have to focus on damage before I'm overwhelmed.'' she said. It was a sensible tactic, because healers and utilities in general tended to be more vulnerable then either attackers or defenders. Her nails curled into the stone supporting her. ''But I'm assuming the potion you so graciously used on me was for your session in the instance? In that case, I would love to provide my assistance - healing myself is not that effective because of the nature of my class. However, healing you and then healing myself... well let's just say that's exactly what I am meant for.'' she said, her lips curving into a smile. Sure this woman had seen her weak, but Stiletto knew that strength only came from knowing one's flaws and mistakes, and working to change them. Her mistake was to be arrogant enough to think she would be fine as she was. That impression was summarily corrected by her earlier experience. She wanted to help this other woman, because of her kindness. Plus, she was a beautiful one too, the kind of woman that Stiletto would definitely love to be very close to. And this opportunity was perhaps once in a lifetime, and what a fool she would be if she didn't seize it with all of her strength. That, and well a little revenge on those bandits wouldn't go amiss either. Her smile was still on her face, although her voice seemed to dip a little, her tone almost purring. Even the way she twisted some of her words to be a little more suggestive was simply part of who she was. ''And I would definitely love to pay you back in any manner I can, for your kindness.''[attr="class","suga"]I DID THIS, [attr="class","jimin"] Forte |
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