[h2]Experienced Hunter-Nun[/h2]

Somehow--probably only through being engaged in combat with someone else--her target had luckily been able to throw up a defence to her round in time. Annoying, but it didn't really cost her anything, whilst her opponent had just revealed a trump card. Lucrezia learned even more from his decision to summon a meagre spirit... yet still relying on a conduit. Not a mage, or at least a decent one, and with some way to avoid physical attacks.

The executor's consideration of her prey was cut short by the lightning-based attack, which was unsurprisingly unsuccessful due to being able to see it coming and sidestep it entirely. The beast itself was dealt with even more simply: hang the empty rifle on her shoulders, and draw out a bayonet from within her coat. No matter its apparent fearsomeness, the blessing on the blade was more than sufficient for someone with her experience to cut through it as it leapt for her... gun?

A single phrase was all that the nun used to cover her exit: a single blinding flash of light at the other end of the alley that might fortuitously throw off any attempt to eliminate the onmyouji but was simply intended to make it impossible to follow a camouflaged opponent. Being also indistinguishable from more mundane methods of achieving the same, it gave nothing away of Lucrezia's abilities as she slipped away, happy with the information she'd gleaned.

She was an ambush predator, not a fighter that relied upon brute force. The blonde could fight normally... but she much preferred to strike after gathering information. A single blocked shot in exchange for a definite foe, a wide snapshot of their abilities, and a first option to weaken them? It was a good trade.

On the streets again, the nun lit a cigarette with a trivial flame spell. Such a terrible habit... she'd really spent too long around those in high-stress professions. Not that hers didn't count.

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[h2]Vampire on the Doorstep[/h2]

Though happy to be invited in, the vampire was increasingly baffled by the way her host was being swarmed by animals. Along with the sheer variety around. It was understandable that an animal-lover might have a lot of pets, or someone might have an affinity for the things, but this was feeling more like a zoo than a residence. Just what was going on here? The complete stranger also sat at the table wasn't much less confusing, though it was always possible that she'd missed a younger sibling in her previous visits.

Elizabeth shrugged her coat off once safely inside, skin still undeniably pale to an almost... unhealthy degree, and tattoo hardly likely to make a better impression on the young girls here, if the bright red eyes didn't, "Elizabeth Cooper. If it weren't for the animals... well, there's definitely some magic here, so you're probably involved whether you want to or not."

"What do you know about the White Night of Klarsberg?"