Sapphire just woke up and slowly crept out of the room as Joshua entered. She laid her hand on the couch as she listened intently to what Joshua had to say about the switch weapons and the visitors they were going to have. And then it happened again. Another person who stood in front of her just to point fingers at her. But she would have none of it. Her hold on the material which embraced the couch tightened and for a split second she considered just storming out, which she would have probably done if it was anyone else. But she had great respect for him, however not as much as before, and that made her stay for some reason.
She glared at Joshua. “No. No! Not this time! If you’re planning on standing there pointing fingers at me, just like Nickolaus did! Just like everyone else has! Then you can save it, because I’m leaving!” The yelling stopped. “So what’s it going to be. It’s your choice.”
It seemed so out of character. Sapphire had never been so confrontational before. She’d rather run than confront someone on a matter. But she could keep doing that for so long before she broke. And she knew it. This was her way of facing the problem.
In Kiruth an all-out fight between hunters had broken on the street, clearing out everyone who was standing outside the pub, while the people inside were still oblivious of what was happening, rather busy with their own still ongoing brawl.
Willo moved in and tried to separate the two with her ax which indeed worked in the case of the younger attacker who jumped back to avoid getting slashed apart. The older one however stood his ground and allowed the ax blade to strike his chest head on. The moment the heated blade impacted his armor, the exicus runes on his plating lit up and a large chunk of ice formed around the blade, causing it to remain stuck to his armor.
Indeed this opened an opportunity for Lazarus to attack, however he had other plans in mind.
“You will have to keep them busy.” Drake told her as he instead went to Ramone who was still tending to an unconscious Aelar.
Meanwhile the younger hunter moved in towards Willo’s back about to slash at her with his unique sword. At the same time the older one, unfazed by the axe stuck to his chest, raised his pistol and aimed at Willo. By now the Ice had begun melting due the high temperature of the blade, however she lacked the necessary time to pull it out before the blade struck her or she got shot.
She glared at Joshua. “No. No! Not this time! If you’re planning on standing there pointing fingers at me, just like Nickolaus did! Just like everyone else has! Then you can save it, because I’m leaving!” The yelling stopped. “So what’s it going to be. It’s your choice.”
It seemed so out of character. Sapphire had never been so confrontational before. She’d rather run than confront someone on a matter. But she could keep doing that for so long before she broke. And she knew it. This was her way of facing the problem.
In Kiruth an all-out fight between hunters had broken on the street, clearing out everyone who was standing outside the pub, while the people inside were still oblivious of what was happening, rather busy with their own still ongoing brawl.
Willo moved in and tried to separate the two with her ax which indeed worked in the case of the younger attacker who jumped back to avoid getting slashed apart. The older one however stood his ground and allowed the ax blade to strike his chest head on. The moment the heated blade impacted his armor, the exicus runes on his plating lit up and a large chunk of ice formed around the blade, causing it to remain stuck to his armor.
Indeed this opened an opportunity for Lazarus to attack, however he had other plans in mind.
“You will have to keep them busy.” Drake told her as he instead went to Ramone who was still tending to an unconscious Aelar.
Meanwhile the younger hunter moved in towards Willo’s back about to slash at her with his unique sword. At the same time the older one, unfazed by the axe stuck to his chest, raised his pistol and aimed at Willo. By now the Ice had begun melting due the high temperature of the blade, however she lacked the necessary time to pull it out before the blade struck her or she got shot.