As Iraleth points her sword towards the imp and light pierces through the darkness, Hildegunde points her rifle at the shadow-imp - she would not allow it to grow cocky at the diversion of attention and try something funny. Her eyes burn with a flurry of emotions, fierce at Ciara's and molten hot at Iraleth's. Lines were being crossed and Hildegunde was becoming more and more frustrated with these two by the hour.
"Excuse you? Put her down? I am not burying another body in the fucking woods," she tells Iraleth, too wired up to realize what she had let slip.
"And you - I don't know what kind of answers you're looking for, but are you that desperate to endanger yourself and others for answers you may not even get - answers that surely have leads elsewhere? Is it worth biting the hands of those who want to put faith in you?"
She sucks air in through barred teeth. Stupid. These girls are so stupid. She is so thankful towards them, and yet they are so incredibly stupid.
"Why do you two insist on seeing enemies in each other? Our aggressor is right here," she reminds them, poking the imp with her gun.
"Excuse you? Put her down? I am not burying another body in the fucking woods," she tells Iraleth, too wired up to realize what she had let slip.
"And you - I don't know what kind of answers you're looking for, but are you that desperate to endanger yourself and others for answers you may not even get - answers that surely have leads elsewhere? Is it worth biting the hands of those who want to put faith in you?"
She sucks air in through barred teeth. Stupid. These girls are so stupid. She is so thankful towards them, and yet they are so incredibly stupid.
"Why do you two insist on seeing enemies in each other? Our aggressor is right here," she reminds them, poking the imp with her gun.