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[indent][color=A84B5E][i]Looks like that lit a spark under his ass. Good.[/i][/color]

Rael calmly remained quiet as Graves started barking orders, trying to inspire everybody and get the team back into rank and file. Rael didn’t like the big dumb idiot much, but he had certain traits that she could respect. He had a large presence than she did and served way better as the leader than anybody else, which was funny considering he wasn’t [i]technically[/i] the leader of their group of motley heroes. But given their healers drop in morale and confidence it was likely she wasn’t going to be leading anybody anytime soon. Truthfully, Rael couldn’t blame her. If Rael had something she wanted to go back to or feared the idea of death she might’ve been the same kind of girl—shaking in their boots when things got too big to handle. Rael was sure that she was going to be the weakest link. She hoped it wouldn’t be a problem.

As Graves moved back to her, addressing her role in the group, even though she already knew what it was. This would’ve been fine, had he not uttered one single word at her expense: [i]pipsqueak[/i]. Rael wasn’t too fond of diminutive nicknames and a jab at her height or build wasn’t exactly a good way to keep her “friendly”. Neither was running their hands through her hair. 

Rael scowled as she felt her blood boil, her complexion turning a slight red in embarrassment as she couldn’t help but to stomach the idiot’s touch until he moved away with intent on leading the group out of the corridor and into the thick of the dungeon ahead.

[color=A84B5E]“…bastard.”[/color] She muttered under her breath.

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