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[center][h1][color=FCDCDC]Sister Genevieve[/color][/h1]
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[color=FCDCDC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Outside Church (E7) -> (E8)
[color=FCDCDC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Genevieve waved as the rain came down. She enjoyed rain, now more than ever. It cleansed her, in a way. It did not cleanse the world though. These beasts still remained. And as if on cue from the Lord Himself, there were some of them creeping up on her. It was hard to see in the downpour, but she had faith the Lord would guide her hand. She drew her sword and pointed the blade at the vermin. [color=FCDCDC]"The Lord wills that you perish, vile beasts! Have at you!"[/color]

Genevive rushed forward. The ground was slippery, but she held her footing in time to get to the two nearest her. In a delicate arc, she slashed the sword, cutting the beast at its neck and through its chest. She swung at the other, but lost her footing somewhat, missing. She regained her balance and backed up a step, holding the sword in front of her. [color=FCDCDC]"God give me strength to ensure that with which you test me."[/color]