[H1][color=purple][center]Vivian[/center][/color][/h1]

[Color=purple]"You know you love it when I catch you!"[/color] Vivian called at Isshum over her shoulder, walking towards the edge of the clearing where she had dropped her sword. 

Now that the big guy was down, all the smaller bits that weren't blown up were running out of energy and shutting down one by one. Pretty soon the field would be strewn with vaguely humanoid rock formations.

Drawing the length of gleaming steel out of the soft ground, she admired her reflection in the blade before wiping the clinging dirt on her sleeve and sheathing the weapon.

[Color=purple]"Let's get out of here fast, the sooner I can get a hot bath, the better."[/color] She walked past Bal on her way back, giving the young mage an affectionate pat on the head. 

[Color=purple]"good work kid. Keep improving like that and you'll catch up to that slacker any day now."[/color]