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	Kori could only grin at Varanese's rather sensible advice. It was a nice change of pace from members of her familia who would only say such outlandish things as the archer had suggested they should rather not do only to inevitably chicken out once faced with the real prospect of actually following through with what they said. Of course it was usually Kori herself who usually made her familia actually face said prospects, and the words "taking it easy" had never really fully registered into her list of habits. Her grin also wasn't one of pleasant amusement, but rather one all toothy and wide and having the character of someone who knew that while cliff jumping and Silverback slaying weren't the most prudent of actions at the moment, it didn't mean that those actions still wouldn't be attempted later.

	[color=F9CDF4]"Aw don't worry so much pardner, you're right. After all, our little adventure is just gettin' started nya!"[/color]
[hr][right][color=6D9DB2][b]First Floor[/b]
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	Today's expedition marked the first time in a long while where Kori had entered the Dungeon without her familia. Her early days were filled with solo expeditions and the occasional odd team up or two, but that changed once she had met Hecate and had gotten to know her eccentric band of followers. Since that odd and fateful day, she had stuck to them stronger than a bleeding bull, and it made her worry about how they would fare without her hovering around mothering them almost every step of the way. But, Hecate and her familia had survived and was surviving before she had even stepped foot inside Orario

	It was also nice not being the only frontliner nor having to hear everyone's attacks being yelled at the top of their lungs every time before they lifted their weapon. 

	Soon, much quicker and having to face a lot less monsters than what Kori was used to, their little mismatched party of adventureres made their way to one of the rooms that had an entrance to the second floor of the Dungeon. The only thing in their way were seven kobolds, which shouldn't be too much trouble for the four of them to take on, but as much as Kori was sure that Castor probably could have taken them all on, there didn't mean that some caution wasn't still warranted.

	The armored cat person stepped and crouched as quietly as she could next to Oben and placed a hand on his shoulder. Varanese should easily be able to stay at a comfortable range from the kobolds. The same could be said of Castor as long as Kori did her job right, which left only Oben as her lucky partner, though even he should be safe as long as he used his nodachi correctly. Really, the only danger that the kobolds currently possessed to the party was numbers, but that could be easily fixed.

	Nevertheless, it was better to be safer than not, and so she begun muttering her magical incantation under her breath so as to not attract the attention of the gibbering canine creatures.
	[center][color=F9CDF4]"By the fate that binds us, by the chains that weigh us, join me in this sacred ritual. Share me your burdens and I in turn will share in your wounds"

	[i]"Epodyni Philia"[/i][/color][/center]
	A warm glow emanated from her hand and briefly washed over the both of them before it disappated from her and rested comfortably onto Oben's frame. Once done, Kori gave the skull-faced boy a wide grin and gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder, the impact shadowed on her own arm before she hefted her greatsword and strode into the room, announcing her presence with an obnoxiously loud and proud [color=F9CDF4]"Alright y'all nyasty nyanderthals, time to kick y'alls butts into nyext week nya!"[/color]

	She immediately rushed to the closest kobold to the party on the right side of the room, beginning a swing from her hips as she stopped just short of the target, grounding her feet and skidding the last few inches as she brought her steel to bare. The blade made a complete horizontal arc, her left foot following its path left to right. Carrying the momentum forward, she shifted her weight onto her lead foot, using the motion to make a thrust at the next mutt in line. She completed her movement by positioning herself with her right side to a pillar, her back facing a wall, and her front ready to take on the rest of the kobolds as they came, hoping she did enough to catch all of their attention.