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[center][h1][color=FCDCDC]Sister Genevieve[/color][/h1]
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[color=FCDCDC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Main Street (E8)
[color=FCDCDC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Sword[/center]
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She was now positively soaked, but she did not care, for God would keep her safe from sickness and danger. One vile creature remained close to her as she felt the drops of rain grow faster. She pulled her sword up and pointed it at the creature. [color=FCDCDC]"Vile thing! How dare you corrupt God's clean Earth. As He is with me, I shall end your suffering!"[/color] WIth that, Genevieve took a step forward, slashing the sword across the thing's chest and neck, severing it as it crumpled into a heap.

She swung the sword away, getting some of the blood off of it before she turned to see those that drove the large truck. They got out and here aiding her. Truly, God's blessings knew no bounds, but they would need help as well. So Genevieve rushed to aid them. As she did so, she said a silent prayer to herself. [color=FCDCDC]"Father, I pray for the souls I have taken and wish to see them to your great glory. I pray for my soul that has been tainted in taking a life. Father, forgive me."[/color] It was a prayer she often said once fighting these creatures.