[@Guess Who][@Suku] Nimoa would beam as Valkira handed the sword over to her, clearing her throat before she sat on one of the good edges of the fountain that weren't soaked or destroyed. The little girl was almost comically small compared to the sword in her lap, yet her crimson eyes studied it intensely before she nodded. [color=00aeef][b]"Easy peasy,"[/b][/color] she would say before taking out another blood packet and squeezing its contents out onto the sword's gouged part. Setting her parasol at an angle, Nimoa pulled a bright pinkish red hammer from her backpack and raised it high, eyes sparkling before she slammed it down onto the blade, the blood glowing a vibrant pink as it rose, clinging to the wound in Valkira's blade. [color=00aeef][b]"[Blood Forge!]"[/b][/color] she would say, pounding again and again with her hammer as the sword grew white hot in her lap, oddly not burning her in any way. Within moments, Valkira's sword was repaired, the gash in it being replaced with a blood red line. Presenting the sword to Valkira, Nimoa smiled. [color=00aeef][b]"Good as new!"[/b][/color] the vampire girl said. Valkira would immediately notice how...pristine the weapon was now. It was if it was brand new, save for the blood that now forged part of the sword. Even the edge seemed sharper than ever. With that taken care of, Nimoa would turn to Tristan and once again gain that sparkle in her eyes, literally able to SMELL the blood of a legendary hero. [color=00aeef][b]"U-Um...if you don't mind Mr. Hero, c-could you um...m-maybe..."[/b][/color] she said, putting her hands behind her back and tapping her right foot against the cobbled floor. [color=00aeef][b]"W-Would you mind if I asked you to help put out the sun?"[/b][/color] she asked, incredibly embarrassed to actually meet a hero in person. Tristan would notice many things. One being that the vampire girl had spilled a bit of blood onto her white dress, which was now definitely going to leave a stain. Second, that she was fairly tiny, and therefore likely very harmless. Third...she'd forgotten her parasol on the fountain. Which, now meant that she was currently, just a little tiny bit on fire. Just a little bit.