[color=fff79a][b]"I don't know what you are talking about!"[/b][/color] Ayrie screeched, as she blocked the blow to her head. She took the stab to her abdomen, but the bullet missed as she jumped away, grasping her side. [color=fff79a][b]"I'm not this Astoria woman. My name is Ayrie. I was born twenty six years ago in a monastery in Writvul. I never met Asran before arriving here, when he showed up on my doorstep..."[/b][/color]

The bullet had hit a building and was beginning to burn through the wall behind Ayrie, and if she didn't move soon she would be trapped between it and the demoness. Feeling the heat, Ayrie started to move away from the building toward the street.