[center][h2][color=f49ac2][b]Quina Quen[/b][/color][/h2][b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Day/Time:[/b] Day 1
[b]Location:[/b] Kingdom of Erion, Raganival Forest
[b]Mentions:[/b] The Fairy Assault Force, Velvet ([@Holy Soldier])
[b]Word Count:[/b] 400[/center] 

 The terrible explosion, the sound of fighting, the thud-thud-thud of arrows crashing into the branches of the trees, none of this caused Quina to stop running. Things blowing up, people fighitng, and getting shot at were regular enough occurrences that they barely registered, but the lady that leaped down from her caused Quina to come crashing to a halt. Just as Velvet studied Quina, Quina studied her - she was, well, pretty, if potentially quite malnourished. By the time she'd started talking, Quina had already placed Velvet into the category of "[i]Not Food[/i]".

 "[color=f49ac2]Kill them? Am [i]distraction[/i], but,[/color]" Quina gripped the fork a little tighter, following Velvet's gaze towards the direction of the remaining enemies, who were surely hot on their heels, "[color=f49ac2]it difficult, is Quina to fight? Maybe am lost. Maybe they [i]are[/i] for fighting. And Quina [i]know[/i] how to use fork [i]and[/i] Quina not a to-[/color]"

 Quina paused, and turned to give one last look over Velvet, trying to judge her intentions in all of this. Quina had little recollection of her being in the team to which she, or he, was assigned, but then Quina couldn't honestly recall quite what the person who had sent them out on this mission looked like. Having been separated from the chain of command for all of fifteen minutes, if that, Quina was a bit lost. The thin, pretty lady with the cascade of blonde hair was, probably, on their side of all this. She could be trusted, right?

 It took quite a while for these thoughts to be processed, so that "one last look" took quite a while, and would probably have continued on indefinetly. Fortunately, a potential eternity of Quina staring blankly at Velvet was interrupted by some new thought, and Quina's face contorted to give a little smile. 

 "[color=f49ac2]Quina show you. Quina will eat fairy.[/color]"

 And, with that, Quina charged head first in the direction that she had just been running from. It didn't matter whether or not she, or he, would take a few arrows on the way - what was important, right now, was dispelling the notion that Quina knew how to use a fork from a complete stranger who he, or she, had met in the woods a minute ago. Quina had absolutely no idea [i]where[/i] the fairies were, but he (or she) would launch himself (or herself) with reckless abandon at the first of them he, or she, saw.