[center][h1][color=indianred][i]Kiri Hae[/i][/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/e4IsyT0.jpg?1[/img][/center] [center][@NorthernKraken][@Phlegm][@Tenma Tendo][/center][hr][hr] Kiri's gaze snapped over her shoulder at the new, high pitched voice behind her. It was the floating child -- how had Kiri not noticed she was [i]here[/i]? Irritation grew in her stomach. She should've noticed. [i]Colin[/i] was still in the doorway, asking a stupid question, but then Kiri's attention was drawn by a new sound: footsteps lumbering down the corridor, drawing near. Kiri looked over Colin's shoulder to see the newcomers. There was Finlay, looking more flustered than before, and an absolute mountain of a man, adorned in gleaming armor and a littany of scars. Kiri's eyes widened slightly. [i]He[/i] was a warrior. But Kiri was a warrior, too. She belonged here, she [i]did[/i]. She had as much right to be here as he did, she reminded herself. Her heart was loud and heavy in her throat. She heard her name called, along with the two others she'd been saddled with. She clenched her jaw and tightened her grip on her sword. Pushing past Colin to exit the room, she marched forward. [color=indianred]"Us,"[/color] came her terse answer to the armored man. Without a backwards glance she followed after Finlay to meet whatever challenge was awaiting them.