"Hey, Arthe, why haven't we dueled much lately? I remember our old duels, they were fuuuun." Naemios grinned, glancing at Artheasi. Her hair, as usual, was twisted up in the same old bun, little tendrils of black dripping down. Nymphie, having heard his inquiry, piped up.
"Since, if I remember right, she used to win them all! Easy-peasy! Though I bet that now you'd be able to give Arthie a run for her money, Nami!" she giggled, voice like chimes as the noices rung through Elysea's night air. Nymphaena was always really excitable, she was just like a little kid! It was actually quite adorable, in the least creepy way possible. She was a lot younger than Nam and Artheasi, only 15. Nam himself was 17, and Arthe was around 22, if he remembered right.
"Oh, you think so?" Artheasi chuckled, her cold, icy eyes piercing through Naemios. To him, she seemed to be analyzing his mind, soul. He knew those eyes never missed a thing. Not only her eyes, though. Her movements, her speech, her writing. All conveyed the same cold, calculating feel. She was almost...distant. It was kind of creepy sometimes.
"So, how bout that duel?" Nam chuckled, drawing his pistol.
"Whatever." Arthe said, drawing her own and turning around to run to a somewhat safe distance, 20 paces away.
"Go!!" Nymphaena cheered, and Artheasi whipped around, arm steady and...pow. There went her shot, but not even a second later did she feel a sharp pain in her right arm, thankfully not her gun arm. Though Naemios had hit her...
Arthe's bullet found her mark in Nam's side/stomach area. "Fetch Laettie so she can heal him." She said cooly, before turning around and heading back to where she would sleep for the night, drinking a potion so she would heal.
