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[h1]Lady Trieu[/h1]
[h3]Miyama Town - Serving Justice
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Red.

The colour red sprang from the stumps of the mans hands, his hands separated from his arm, like a knife through a slice of bread. Trieu wished to be angry for such a sorry fate, yet this man had delivered the same kind of fate to the man she stood with now. Without his sword, he lost his legend, without his legend and noble phantasm, those two crooks (people she would deal with later), were able to remove this knight's arm. Maybe if he had stayed after the loss he would've been dealt a more honourable fate.

But no, the coward ran, much like what she expected his life to have been like.

Watching him run was cut short as she caught sight of the arm. That was not an arm. That was a demon. This man...what had happened to him. She watched it inhumanly contort and become something other than human and devour the hands. She watched with silent composure, Nanyue trumpeting in distress but she stroked him to silence. This was what he had done to gain an arm. he had sold his soul. She recalled, a time before her death.

She had been screaming, her step mother cursing her to silence as she dragged her through the forest. She could feel her hatred, fresh as the day it flooded through both of them. That hillside forest. The screaming, the wretched sound of clothes ripping. She recalled the inhuman eyes of her step mother, contorted and changed by hatred and her grudge against Trieu. 

She was but a girl, yet back in that moment, she made her choice. She made her choice not to fall to those consumed by hatred and giving up their humanity to succumb to sin and betraying their own will. She chose to stop the tears and wrench that sword from that awful woman's hands. 

She looked down at her blade glistening red in the sun before looking back up at Roland, that foolish knight once more trying to hide the arm. Knowing she had seen it yet laughing it off like nothing more. Shame and embarrassment was plain to be seen. This wasn't what he had wanted, yet those foul and awful people had made it that his only option was this new arm. A smile leapt onto her face and she held out her free hand. [color=2e3192]"My sword if you would be so kind?"[/color] Her smile was angelic in nature and for once with sincere happiness. If not for this mans victory, but for her victory. She had found an honourable duel. [color=2e3192]"If I would have it, the duel would be now. I make the request of no Master interfering, a battle between two heroes of vastly different countries, different eras and different classes, with nothing but their own weapons and legends fuelling them. How does that sound Palladin?"[/color]

That arm, this mans fate, the fact Jack had escaped his own death. This was what she hated, the things war did to people. And thus, her grudges only multiplied.


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[h1] Natsuo Karakami [/h1] 
Pellion's Pub
[@Cu Chulainn] [@Paradox Witch]
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The japanese man yawned and growled as he approached the place. This wasn't how this week was supposed to go down for him, he was supposed to hitch a ride on a ship out of this god forsaken place. The whole town of Fuyuki was such a fucking bore. Having lived here all his life, he had wanted nothing more than an escape from this place. Yet of course he had to go and make a huge fucking mistake but hey the pay was alright. 

Having been approached by a blond foreigner before his escape, he had found himself receiving cash just to give leters to the guy every so often informing him of the goings on and now the same guy had decided to change things up. Amidst all this chaos what with the fire and destruction of the town, the Masked Man wanted him to go and visit some shady bar. He looked at the place's exterior and looked at the vial selection of vials he had been given and sighed. Taking one unscrewing it and downing it, he began to blink. Fuck here it came. 

Stumbling into the bar came the suddenly drunk Natsuo, the 19 year old idiot with the odd hair and odd attire came in a large sack with him, an indent in his pocket where he was undoubtedly carrying more stuff. [color=f7976a]"Hey uh!!! I'm looking for the guy who runs this joint, also I uh, got a gift but like ti's a cool gift, Anyone got any sake god that was wretched stuff"[/color]The man was scrunching eyes up as he looked towards the barkeep with a small smile. Assuming he even made it that far.