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[center][img][/img][h1][color=00FF7f]Leblanc Farris[/color][/h1]
[b][center][color=gray] [[ Location : Snow Trodden Hills ]] [/color][/center][/b][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

What Leblanc had once hoped would be the fast track to getting to sink her knives into more enemy combatants was rapidly becoming a fool's errand taxing her with the same veracity with which the snow buffeted her flimsily covered form. Such weather patterns weren't in anyone's prediction, and she certainly hadn't felt a shift in the pressure systems, yet that didn't stop the precipitation from coming down in flurries of white making their journey all the more precarious. 

Ahead of the group her heightened perception was simultaneously put through its paces and paradoxically dulled beyond reason as there simply was nothing to be detected ahead of them besides the scampering of her bombastic comrade slinking in the dark. 

And what cruel irony it was that Leblanc turned on her heel with an expression of forlorn disappointment to hear the traipsing of light feet and whispered words carried along the wind. Such an attack from the rear was almost unfair in how it denied her the chance for a righteous kill! Before she even finished exhaling at the poor luck she was struck with, her breath was but a streak in the cold air as she abandoned her post to Finnis alone and bounded atop the snow with knives brandished and hopeful Clean's axe hadn't ended the engagement so soon.

 
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