[center][color=Darkorchid][h1]Vi(oletta) Hyacin[/h1][/color][/center]

Vi looked back at the other boy who she had originally addressed, raising an incredulous eye at his second statement. She herself couldn't care much about being shown up right now, nor did she wish to put in the effort required to find something bigger than a Retrograde to kill, much less the act of actually killing it. All-in-all, it sounded like a troublesome endeavor, and she was about to state this as soon as this diminutive boy finished speaking([color=Darkorchid][i]Are all the guys in this group going to be so tiny?[/i][/color] She couldn't help but think), but was interrupted by a rather loud and authoritative roar that broke out seemed the very earth she stood on. Turning around quickly, she felt a surge of dread crawl up her spine as she quickly took the trees, temporarily abandoning her fellow students as she scurried up to the top of the tree, looking out in the direction of the roar through the scope of her railgun, though it was hardly needed as she soon found out. The creature was large and grotesque it's multitude of fleshy looking faces carving their haunting image into her mind, bringing with them a whispered name that had plagued her dreams shortly after she had learned about the creature some years ago.

[i][color=Darkorchid]. . . .Falthon[/color][/i]

As quickly as she had risen to the top of the wooden spire, she was twice as quick to retreat back down it's length, falling to the ground to land in a crouched position, barely repressing her instinct to run as she went over her options. They were really quite simple: Run to the cliff and live, or go back for some stupid fucking relics to get a job she really didn't care about and likely die in the process. Unsurprisingly, living won out, and she was quick to begin her departure, and would rge the others to do the same.

[color=Darkorchid]"I don't know about the three of you, but I'd rather live to take this stupid test again another year than die trying to take down a fucking Falthon. If you'd rather  risk your life to get those stupid relics, I might attend your funeral. Otherwise, I'd get moving."[/color]

And with that said, she would be on her way towards the cliff, running as fast as her legs could carry her. She didn't care of people called her a coward or whatever, she wasn't even a student and despite her training with her family, she knew the limits of her ability, and that mythological monstrosity was far outside of them. She doubted that she would've gone for the relics even if she did really care about becoming a huntress. There were better ways to prove yourself besides committing virtual suicide, after all.

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