[center][color=fff200][b][h2]Sasha[/h2][/b][/color][/center]
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The two dark ones continued in their dark covenant, the she-witch having the gall to thank Sasha in a condescending tone that was much more evil than stealing candy from children. And yet, the Crusader knew that the work was laid before her. There was a tortured soul in front of her, seeking redemption. A most wroth curse indeed, judging by the erratic gestures and the eyes changing colours all the time. He did look like that snake from that Selvatic Book or whatever. It was a peasant movie to be fair. 

So she clacked her heel, standing tall (well... the most she could, she was still a young noblewoman, after all) in front of the supplicant.[color=fff200]"It would seem heartless to just force your punishment upon you given the urgency of your situation. I am one of the Yenin, and I say curses before lunch. But do not think you will be exempted of your debts."[/color] Sasha said, as she undid her gloves, and with the clap of thunder, squished Kato's cheeks, as her hands started to glow with her healing light.

[color=fff200][b]"CURSE, BE GONE!"[/b][/color] She announced out loud. Well, this time her stomach didn't ruin it with inopportune growling.