[center][h1][i][b][color=A52A2A]Dremmick Valswei[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center]
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	Dremmick nodded to Constance as he thought he understood what she was asking. Dremmick formed two throwing knives in his hand and threw each in turn, One landing near Mason, and turned into a reflective panel of smooth crimson, the other landed on the old woman, returning to a liquid form on impact and staying on her. The chains didnt leave residue in their solid state before, so this repainted her.

	[color=A52A2A]"Make her bleed, huh? Alright..."[/color] He then willed the blood on her to form a small blade on it that put a decent length vut on her, allowing her to get a good bleed for a short time, but not deep enough to really injure her. [color=A52A2A]"I hope you know what you are doing,"[/color] he said, preparing to support her should she need it.

	He noticed at a glance the bit of movement and personal struggle the Tyro girl seemed to be having. This made him smirk, somewhat glad to see her still kicking, but also glad that she was still out of the fight.