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[h1][center][color=FFE4E1] CONSTANCE MARIT[/color][/center][/h1]

Constance looked into the nymphs eyes, blinking as she quickly moved away. She watched down the river as she rose above Dremmick and… went away. Smoke was moving towards them in the air, as Connie’s muscles tensed up to be more thick than Dremmick’s goddamn head. Looking back at the bandit, still shrunk behind her, she gave a glare to say [color=FFE4E1]”Watch me, because if you leave I'm giving you this same treatment.”[/color] Storming downstream, she didn’t care for watching out for caltraps as she walked across to meet him at his horse. Once she met him, she instantly pulled him up by his shirt, her grip made of iron.

[color=FFE4E1]”Are you kidding me? I’m going to throw you in this goddamn water so hard you’ll be wetter than your mom’s pants when she thought of mating with a dog. How stupid do you have to be to do shit like that, AFTER she told us we put blood in her waters?”[/color] Her fist tightened on his collar, somehow. Her teeth grinded together as she glared daggers into him. [color=FFE4E1]”What kind of shit are you compensating for by killing people struggling to survive, failed by a system? Your head is so far up your ass you could see your ovaries. Goddamn, all you're showing me now is that you'll be our weak-backed link. You would’ve been luckier if she DID kill you, because now you’ve got to stay alive with me, you dick.”[/color] Finally, after staring in his eyes a few seconds longer, she drops him. Turning away, she stops before walking off. [color=FFE4E1]”If you need healing, you better sit your ass up, and help us get the other horses.”[/color]

Walking back to the bandits- hey, that guy was still sitting there- she takes out her sword from the brute. The man had been sitting there, strugling a bit, but thanks to his shitty armor the chainmail stayed stuck. Looking to the two alive, she takes a breath, and puts her chin up. [color=FFE4E1]”Who do you serve? What purpose do you hold to send a milita after us?”[/color] She crosses her arms, looking over to Mason for a second, assuring he was ok. Thank her ancestors, the spell did it’s job. She looked back to the bandits, her eyebrow perked.