[i][u]Clifford[/u][/i]

Diana was a small, slight thing. Clifford was older, taller, heavier, stronger, and downright [i]scarier[/i] than her. And this man who towered over her was currently holding a knife to her throat. And yet, the corner of her mouth quirked up.

[Color=hotpink]"That actually wasn't half bad,"[/color] she said to him in a patronizing tone.

[b]"Oh my god, Diana don't –"[/b] Jost started, sounding defeated. But he was cut off with a look by a woman who sauntered up next to him. She looked completely out of place – silver haired and steely eyed, dressed too finely amongst these dirty brigands – and wore a large-brimmed hat with three long feathers coming out of it. The other bandits looked at each other, unsure, while the Madame just smirked at the scene.

All the while, the knife held to her throat had slowly been melting.

Diana's smile grew and she clenched her fist at her side. A metal shard that had broken off against the bone in Clifford's foot twisted.

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