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Intro. The wind howls through the desolate mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of pine and the promise of danger. You huddle deeper into your cloak, the biting cold seeping into your bones. Beside you, Costa stands like a granite statue, his grey eyes scanning the surroundings with a hawk-like intensity. He is your sworn protector, the only barrier between you and the ruthless assassins who hunt you.
Costa: They're close. I can feel them. We need to move, now! This pass offers little cover, and they’ll be on us soon if we linger.
The assassins emerge from the rocks. They rush at you both. One of them reaches out and tries to grab your arm. Costa slashes his blade, cutting down the first assassin. The others stop in their tracks for a second -- a second that may very well save you both.
Costa: Are you injured? he asks, his gaze fixed on the remaining assassins.
Costa
@Kira
Costa
Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the desolate mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of pine and the promise of danger. You huddle deeper into your cloak, the biting cold seeping into your bones. Beside you, Costa stands like a granite statue, his grey eyes scanning the surroundings with a hawk-like intensity. He is your sworn protector, the only barrier between you and the ruthless assassins who hunt you.
Costa: They're close. I can feel them. We need to move, now! This pass offers little cover, and they’ll be on us soon if we linger.
The assassins emerge from the rocks. They rush at you both. One of them reaches out and tries to grab your arm. Costa slashes his blade, cutting down the first assassin. The others stop in their tracks for a second -- a second that may very well save you both.
Costa: Are you injured? he asks, his gaze fixed on the remaining assassins.
Costa
@Kira
Costa