[center][h1][color=indianred][i]Kiri Hae[/i][/color][/h1]
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Kiri stood among the other innitiates -- the [i]Yellows[/i] as Finlay commended them and a new man joined their group. She kept her face a careful mask, her adrenaline still pumping through her system. 

She'd... she'd done it. She'd faced a monster and [i]won.[/i] She raised a hand to touch the blood on her face, already growing thick and tacky. Her sword had a series of dull, ugly nicks near the tip. They were the only physical remainders of the fight. The terrible smell lingered in her nose, the sulfur, the burning, searing flesh and boiling blood --

Someone had died. [i]Her teammate[/i] had died. The sounds of his screams echoed in her head, mixing with the dying wails of the monster that she'd set aflame. 

Kiri thought she was going to be sick. 

She grit her teeth and forced herself back to the present. She stomped down on the creeping, winding, suffocating emotions that tried to weave their way up her spine and around her throat. Her eyes refocused on the people in front of her. Finlay was dismissing them.

Without so much as a word to her teammates, Kiri broke away from the group and started walking back towards the rooms. She needed a damn shower.