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[color=E3485D]“Well, ideally, we don't race to our deaths like [i]some people[/i].”[/color] Pythia remarked as she moved her eyes to meet the silver-haired boy's own. 

The situation Pythia found herself in was not ideal. Not only had she been close to ousted on the barge, she had to think of a plan on the spot without any sort of information on her 'target'. Fortunately, she had been considering her options since long before she had jumped off the side of the barge and rushed out of the anti-magic field. Though she didn't feel any better about the idiot inquisitor volunteering them for what could have been very much a suicide mission. The alternative to rushing into the forest was to start walking to her destination and abandon everything with little care for what happened to anyone else. It was an alternative that bothered her considering the fact that, much like the silver-haired boy, she wasn't too keen on sacrificing the passengers on the barge for her own liberty. So, really, her only options was to help coordinate the motley crew of fools and barely competent maleficarum to the best of her ability. 

Suffice to say, she wasn't thrilled about it.

[color=E3485D]“We need to figure out a plan of approach, even with the lack of information we have. But we can't coordinate without knowing what everyone here can do in a fight. I'm not going to play cute like the inquisitor on top of the barge – we're all criminals, so there's no need for keeping secrets about our abilities. I'll start. I was born under the sign of fulgur, though my abilities require and rely on the foci in my hands.”[/color]

Her hand gripped the sheath of her sword even tighter as she glanced around herself to see the group she was stuck with.

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