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Hidden 3 yrs ago Post by Cu Chulainn
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HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 3060/3060


It was the end of the road, the end of a short run. No matter how much people he had that sniper kill off from their roaming, Leif knew he was dead meat sooner or later. After all, Arion only had so much in the tank. This little cat-and-mouse game they were playing was bound to end. They did merc some scrubs, at the very least, but was it really worth it in the end?

No time to ponder that now. As Arion's tank fizzled out its last shred of mana, Leif brought his bike to a full stop, kicking his feet up to the Nuclei's bars. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, relaxing himself as he welcomed the sweet release of a day off this fucking game.

"Well, sorry for lugging you around this far, Klein. If you want to hop off and make a run for it, I can make myself a more appealing target." Leif sighed, content with his incoming demise.

Well, not exactly. If he lost his cool spear, he'd probably be pissed.

"... Huh?"

The friend request initially caught Leif by surprise. Did the ganker want to continue this song and dance, or was he just going to add him to gloat before finishing him off? Well, not like it really mattered to Leif too much.... Okay, it sort of did matter. He took far too much time punching demons for this spear of his. He'd rather not replay that episode again.

Leif has accepted Killer Gram's friend request.

"... Killer Gram, huh? Wild name."

Messing around with his menus, Leif figured he'd get straight to the point rather than bum around any longer. First things first, it was time to leave his current party. Not permanently, after all. It seems they were busy with their own things anyways... managing Ames' inn, was it? Next on the list was throwing a message to this edgelord, see what his deal was. Of course, he'd figure it would be best to start the conversation by establishing an equal footing with the guy pointing a hypothetical gun at his head.

[Whisper]: sup
[Whisper]: party?

Whatever this Killer Gram's reply would be, Leif would see the opportunity open itself up and start chomping down on lotus roots once more. After all, sitting around in the middle of a battle field with an empty gas tank was a pretty dumb thing to do.
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After sending the messages to the group chat in Discord, the one armed scout eased up a little. He still believed that he was right to suggest murdering these players just to be on the safe side but, to avoid further rocking the proverbial boat, the one armed man no longer rested his free hand atop his weapon. His gut feeling was still telling him that there was a significant chance that this would bite them all in the ass but he understood Ames. A business' first customer is almost sacred. While reaching for the fork to get some of the fried potatoes he overheard the words of the six immortals. He'd purse his lips slightly and nod his head a little. He agreed that this job was kinda bullshit. No given countersigns to determine friend from foe? No proper logistical support other than what they can scavenge from the area or loot from their marks? Bullshit indeed.

Then again...they were 'low' leveled mercenaries that swore no fealty to Mora-Sho and, by extension, were expendable assets that warranted no significant support.

Regardless of his personal feelings, Raime would keep his mouth shut for the moment being and just let the others speak for the group. Opting to instead eat his share of the crispy potato appetizer.









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