Nisroc felt like a truck had run over her...four times in a row.
She managed to defeat the Golem with wit and not strength, as it was in most of the dangers she faced in the past. Then again, she did use the words most and past in the same sentence.
It seemed that reading all those ancient manuscripts and books didn't go to waste, after all. Good thing that she had photographic memory; otherwise she would've been flattened like a pancake today. She groaned as she fastened another bandage over her thigh, the burning sensation of her wounds more evident now then on the field. Tomorrow was going to be a very painful and long day.
With some effort, she got up, listening to the clashes and screams of the ongoing battle between Nicolaus and his Golem (she quickly realized by the sounds that he wasn’t having any problems that she did. She gritted her teeth in both envy and anger at this notion).
Nisroc needed a rest. Politely as she could, she excused herself and, limping painfully on both feet, made her way outside for a bit of fresh air.
She sighed with relief as raindrops fell from the gray sky, dampening her coat face with cooling dew. The rain washed away the rest of the grit and blood from her face and body. If only it was that simple to wash away all her sins in the past…
She shook her head, freeing herself from the haunting thoughts. Why be depressed now when she could do that later?
She smirked at her morbid joke and paced quietly through the courtyard, loosing herself in strange thoughts. Her boots echoed hollowly on wet stone, the smell of damp soil filling her nostrils. She passed a few feet before making abrupt stop, turning her head to the noise that broke her trail of thought.
The rain poured more fiercely now. It made it easier to “see” things, the drops contouring each and every shape in her hearing range.
Nisroc felt the scales tip more to life and she needn’t any second thoughts of whom it was.
Aven.
She felt the strange proportion of the scales while he was introducing himself. It was very interesting and frightening at the same time, for no one had such an extreme ratio of life before and that made her a little uneasy. She quietly “watched” as he gracefully turned, slashing the air with his sword, obviously lost in the moment.
There was that weird feeling forming in the pit of her stomach again, like someone was tugging at her insides, and she gulped, holding her wounded arm almost protectively to her side. He needed his peace and she wasn’t going to disturb it.

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Oui monsieur bonjour coquette;
Uh huh croissante vous a ver;
Maurice Chevalier effeil tower;
Oh oui Marie bagette bon soir;

FRENCH TOAST!