i did not choose this conflict, but I shall see it through to its end.
❛ such is the life of a mercenary, is it not? ❜ in the past, she has known many a sellsword before who would flee the moment the gold ran out, even before the battle did.
very tall, he is. it is the first thing she notices, and the first things the ravens had told her as they flew past from above. he could easily be mistaken for something more akin to a trebuchet if not for the armor that protects him. or perhaps it served to protect others from him? the witch has yet to decide. she finds herself curious about the man who fights beneath the banner of a lion; at the same time, her magic hums in resonance, as though khaos finds itself agreeing.
❛ the battle has scarcely begun, and you are already speaking of the end. grown bored, have you? ❜ kira smiles, as eerie as it was inviting. a slice of her apple is offered, sitting at the edge of the dagger that was now pointed directly at him.
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