[center][h1][i][b][color=A52A2A]Dremmick Valswei[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center]
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	[color=A52A2A]"-itch!"[/color] Dremmick said finishing his sentence from earlier as was released from the ice. He felt better than ever..... just in time for all of his senses to go numb. [color=A52A2A]'You have got to be friggin kidding me,'[/color] he thought to himself. In response to his senses being repressed, Dremmick guarded himself with a barrier that went all around him and waited it out. From his last memory he remembered roundabout where the bandit leader was. When his senses were released, his barrier instantly drop, coming back to his hand as he punched forward again, sending a wicked spear of crimson towards Siiga, right on target in the center of her chest, going completely through. With the bandit leader down, Dremmick would be allowed to move freely to fight Ganymede. It happened the instant they regained their bearings, before many could respond. In the shock of it he would walk up to the bandit, admittedly envious of the girl. Even though she was a bandit and dying, she had people she cared for and in some way cared about her. Something he hadn't had in a long time. He approached the body, his face dark as he retrieved the spear and dismissed it into mist which withdrew to his arm. She was even younger than he was, this kill didn't feel right. This kill...may have been unnecessary. Dremmick shook his head, it had to be done. [color=A52A2A]"May you obtain the rest you deserve, and all the drinks you can muster, young bandit."[/color] He recalled her challenge to him asking if he would finish the job, seems like he did.

	Dremmick Looked over to his two temporary companions... a cold, hardened stare, Draconic eyes evident and glowing as he looked up to Ganymede. He took a deep breath and held contact with her eyes from under his hood, his eyes being the only thing visible beyond the muffler and hood. He just registered that he could hear her song. He pulled down only his hood and lifted his right hand to each ear, clotting both as to ignore the song. His vivid green eyes narrowed as he focused in on Ganymede, and took on a ready stance, his intentions clear. A red mist hovering about his right arm.