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[h2]Fredehildr “Frede” Merogasque[/h2] 
[h3] Abandoned Room, Preistella [/h3] [/center]


Same vs. Same 

Same vs. Same 

Rock vs. Scissors 

[color=ed1c24]“My turn then."
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Just as Alistair attempted to leave the room, he soon collided with what would first have felt like a wall, but what was, upon inspection, a person wearing the armor of a knight blocked the exit that once seemed so easily in the grasp of Alistair. 

One might have initially assumed that in the event someone such as Alistair had collided with the person who stood before him normally, even with the armor, the knight would have found themselves on the floor. Behind them stood another knight of around equal stature to the first one. But they seemed content to allow the knight that had stood in the way of Alistair to handle the situation as is.
 
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“Yo~” [/color]

The voice seemed to say this as if it were the most natural thing, similar to how someone might address a friend they had known for ages. As she said this, she had taken her head to her hands and removed the helmet upon her head, revealing her face to the three. 

[color=ed1c24]“I hate these things. Can hardly breathe in ‘em. Call me Frede. Ya’ got a name?” [/color]

However, despite this rather casual disposition, the murderous intent behind her words shone through past even this. 

A smile formed on the young knight’s face, and the wind carried a bestial scent. Despite her imposing self, she looked at Alistair as if she was staring at a close friend, even in this situation, her eyes seemed to gaze cooly, piercing through the group as if two jade ornaments, elegant and beautiful in their construction. Her face, while tomboyish, their skin was almost like that of a soft, porcelain doll. Her finely textured blonde hair seemed to sparkle as one might expect golden dust, tied rather messily in a ponytail.

The air seemed to freeze, stagnating completely. It was not a matter of fitness, nor the quality of the air, nor the boy’s lungs. Perhaps on a primal level, the body understands when to run. After all, self-preservation was the only purpose of the body, wasn’t it? Anyone with any sort of sense of preservation should have had a nagging sensation in the back of their mind telling them this girl was nothing but trouble. 

Why? 

Aside from another person dawned in armor behind her, the three men both outnumbered the two knights, were larger in stature and were men. There would be no reason to suspect they would not be able to simply overpower the two, regardless of their weapons or armor. After all, there was no way they could enforce these demands on the three strangers. 

[color=ed1c24]“Ahhh~ I messed up. Shouldn't have introduced myself, but I guess I just wanted to know if dead meat had a name or not. I should have just subdued you while you weren’t paying attention. “They” always say not to toy with your prey, but I can’t help it I guess.” 
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Upon her person was a blade of great mass and weight that she had rested upon the ground. Something that seemed almost comical to imagine the young lady knight would be able to wield efficiently to any regard. A greatsword wielded by a great knight. The one that was the “wall” blocking the only exit available to the three men, the natural light of the outside pervading around her, but they stood in the way of this freedom. 

Something that inhibited progress. 

Something that refused entry. 

Something that would not falter. 

[color=ed1c24]“No matter. I don’t know what you are doing here, but your journey is over, boys. Seems like you pissed off the wrong guy. Don’t know what ya’ did, but that ain’t my concern. I’ll see to that.I’ve been told to take anyone I find here for … shall we call it “advanced questioning”? I’d say I’m sorry for ya’ but that’d be a lie, ya’ know? Your rights are forfeit, bastards.” 
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[@Cu Chulainn][@FamishedPants][@Letter Bee][@Red Alice]