[center][h2][u]Shipwreck[/u][/h2]Alex, Korgath, Liv/itus, Ahnci
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There were moment when Liv was relieved that she didn't have to breathe. Abandoning the habitual act of inhaling in the blink of an eye, the warrior felt every instinctive need to [i]fight[/i] overwhelm her. It clogged her throat, filled her head, deafened her to the outside world, and Liv couldn't help but feel a smile creep across her face. Sharp blades, a broken crossbow, and [i]fresh souls for the taking.[/i] Her hand swept over the gem again, magic coursing through her faster, more deliberately, and more rapidly than when she'd only lightly brushed the surface before. 

[i][color 477c92]'Easy pickings. Hope they're better than those rusty pieces of crap.'[/color][/i]

[i][color 7c9247]'Oh boy. Here we go again.'[/color][/i] came Vitus's amused reply. There was nothing he could do to help out here, so he mentally took a step back. Liv didn't need silly things like 'tactics' when she was fighting, so all he could really do was enjoy the show.

Already, Liv was moving, a one-handed sword twisting into shape in her grip as her hand moved away from the gem, the materialization making it seem as though she'd drawn the weapon from nowhere. It wasn't the best she owned, lacking any magical properties of its own, but it was sturdy, and it was sharp, and that was plenty until proven otherwise. The steel seemed to gain a frosted appearance in the instant before she swung--odd, was the cave that cold? Liv didn't make it a point to focus on their rather dulled senses when it came to the middle of combat.

Steel sang as it sliced through the air, quickly moving in a graceful arc toward one of the scaly beasts, the sound of its movement drowned out by a brief giggle that accompanied the usual hunger that the warrior-mage felt whenever combat was in the cards. Much better prey than mere [i]goblins[/i], after all.

[i][color 7c9247]'God, you're a creepy little child. Less maniacal giggling in front of the client next time, if that's at all possible.'[/color][/i] Vitus piped up.

[i][color 477c92]'Please, this is the most fun I've had in weeks. It's hardly [b]maniacal[/b],'[/color][/i] Liv scoffed while her blade found its mark, the edge biting deep into flesh, meeting resistance that did not stop the motion. Blood followed the remainder of the arc, and the familiar sense of [i]dying[/i] overrode the warrior's senses, eliciting another round of ravenous greed. Muscle memory had Liv pull her blade free, the smell of blood distant in the onslaught of a waking urge to go wild. 

[i][color 477c92]'They won't be opposed if I steal just a [b]few[/b] of these souls, right?'[/color][/i]

[i][color 7c9247]'Just try not to make it [b]too[/b] obvious. Don't want people getting the wrong impression of a psychopathic soul stealing girl that pulls swords out of her [b]heart[/b]'[/color][/i]

[i][color 477c92]'Why do you think that's a wrong impression?'[/color][/i]

[i][color 7c9247]'Because I prefer coin over pitchforks, Liv.'[/color][/i] Vitus said, exasperation in his nonexistant voice.