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And suddenly she regretted even helping in the first place.

Pythia looked back at the blonde boy with the most annoyed expression she could muster. The idea someone who was probably around her own age calling her such a remark made her exceedingly upset and if not for the “battle” they were all taking part in she probably would’ve shown him how unhappy it made her with the blunt end of her sheath. She returned her gaze to the blonde-haired woman from before who seemed to have been holding it together despite the fact that she had been decently struck by one of the creatures Pythia had described as “demon birds”.

[i][color=E3485D]The birds aren’t going to stop at this rate. I need to get away from this death barge.[/color][/i]

Pythia wasn’t entirely sure why she wasn’t getting as far as she could from the barge and leave the people to their fate. Perhaps, for once in her life her sympathy for the plight of others was stronger than her pride? or maybe, just maybe she had caught whatever illness that had infected everyone’s intelligence. Right before she decided move any further another flock came down upon them and she prepared herself. But that’s when something stopped that from happening – something that made her undeniably anxious.

The field of birds all fell down as the sound of consecutive gunfire filled the air, Pythia looked to her back-left and saw at least a half dozen inquisitors (and bulk standard barge guards with them) reloading their rifles. Even without magic the sheep of the Ecclesiae were ready to defend the barge. It made sense but Pythia was more hoping she wasn’t recognized by the assortment of inquisitors. As one of them saw her look back they immediately jumped down from their position that overlooked the top deck. Pythia snapped her head away on impulse as her eyes moved back to the skies as she saw the birds below trying to bash through the covered windows and the birds above them circling, rethinking their approach in their flock. The peculilar actions of the birds left two theories in the red-haired girl's mind, but she did not have much information to announce this to them.

The plop of the inquisitor's boots hitting the deck unnerved her. His smarmy, overconfident voice unnerved her even more.

[color=CadetBlue]“Boy, you guys should really be inquisitors with the nerve you have.”[/color]

He walked forward some more and Pythia gritted her teeth. She did not want to have small-talk with an inquisitor. Especially not when there were more pressing things to deal with. From the corner of her eye she could see him look up, as if he did not suspect her of being who she was. Was he being clever due to their shared enemy for the time being or was he so down the ladder that a five foot one red-haired girl with a sword was not suspicious enough to investigate and capture? Whichever the case Pythia did not like it. Not one bit. 

[color=CadetBlue]“Huh. I wonder what these damn birds are up to.”[/color] He uttered.
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