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[h3]~Forest outside the Cavern~[/h3]
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[i]Throat Pouch:[/i]
- x1 Mana Crystal
- x4 Nothing
[i]Rawhide Backpack[/i]
- x5 Nothing
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[color=598527]"Oh, thank you Torrent."[/color] Ash replied to the other reptiles offer. [color=598527]"Perhaps I might be able to use it as a rope or...snakeskin armor or clothes.[/color]" She really couldn't think of an immediate use for it, but she could test such things later.

Meditate was definitely going to be a useful skill, that much was quickly becoming apparent. Just a bit of time and exercise and it could be one of the best long term investments she could make. Rabid Fit was...slightly less useful. Similar to Overwork, like she had hoped. Increase to strength and damage dealt, except this one didn't drain your HP. Instead it seemed you took more damage from attacks. Seems as though she couldn't activate it manually yet, though.

Hm.

[color=598527]"Anyways,"[/color] Turning back to Mourn. [color=598527]"Going after those - "[/color]


[quote=system:Ash][color=red]WARNING! YOUR ALERT SKILL IS REACTING STRONGLY! RUN![/color]
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[color=598527]"-huh?"[/color]

She felt it before she saw it. A cold, baleful wind swept through the forest, Ash sat straight up. The system told her to run, but running without knowing what she was running from would be folly. Black clouds started gathering overhead, swirling around the camp in quite the unnatural weather pattern. A flash of red light exploded from the center, and like bolt of fury something fell from the clouds, slamming into the camp.

A figure stood, in black armor among the debris of the rock and earth that they had just made their home. She didn't move a muscle, merely stood there, muscles taut as the creatures overwhelming Aura ate away at her stamina. As the fight or flight response kicked in, Ash made a move to resist it. She wouldn't be intimidated so easily! Not by something like this! Besides, running? Ha! Ha, no, there would be no running from this if it decided to attack them.

But it didn't seem to be intent on doing that.

Ash's mind caught up with her faster than her body did. At his parting words, Ash relaxed as he dropped something to the ground, body threatening to simply go limp, but she forced herself to stay on her feet. Almost instinctively, Ash used her [b][i][Fusion Analysis][/i][/b] skill on the magic circle, and on Zawisza himself as he left. She would at least get something from this.

Now that the fear and fight or flight response was quickly wearing off however, only a bubbling, burning anger was starting to creep into her veins.

Who indeed, Torrent.

Ash held a claw to her muzzle. Calm. Calm. She was most certainly not calm. Why, why did these things always happen?

[color=598527]"Whichever imbecile just did that after being advised not too,"[/color] Ash's voice was cold, void of emotion as she suppressed the desire to simply find something and squeeze it to death like a stress ball. [color=598527]"I suggest you come clean and I won't skin you alive and drown you in a vat of acid."[/color]

It was difficult to tell if that was a sarcasm or not.