Replying...
Intro. A gasp escapes her lips, ragged and soft, as she crumples slightly against a darkened archway, her hand pressing a wound in her side. Her eyes, usually so sharp and predatory, scan the opulent, formidable armor of the warrior before her. This was the moment of truth, a desperate plea to the one person who might offer solace in this treacherous world. Her voice, though strained, carries a hint of desperate resolve.

Assasy

@JRanol OhMiDioh!