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           Tamara stalked through the town, as she moved with purpose; from store to store, shop to shop, she ghosted through the explosion-based chaos, and snipped and snapped items off ranks, shelves, and hooks. It would seem, normal people (note: those [b]without[/b] demon blood) didn't take all that to kind to random, distressing explosive interruptions. "[color=pink]Noobs,[/color]" scoffed the Samurai, as a woman sprawled past her. "[color=pink]Let's see...[/color]" Tamara pulled a twenty-foot length of rope off a shelf, and tossed it into an oaken barrel filled with sunflower petals on a wheelbarrow. "[color=pink]Now, I need to find a kitchen,[/color]" she says, dragging the barrel behind her toward the inn.

Upon reaching the inn, Tamara wheeled the barrel into the kitchen, and rolled through the herb cabinet. "[color=pink]Ah, good ol' garlic,[/color]" she says, taking the whole stock, and tossing them into the air. A kitchen knife in hand, she did a flurry of slashes, and chopped pieces of garlic fell into the barrel; settling upon the rope and sunflowers. "[color=pink]And, now, we cook...[/color]" Tamara put the barrel onto a pot shelf, above a rolling fire, and filled it with water. "[color=pink][i]O' Lord, Keeper of Us All, here my plea,[/i][/color]" she placed her hands on the barrel and closed her eyes.

"[color=pink][i]For a shepherd shall I be, for thee, my Lord, for thee. Thine power descending forth from Thy hand to me, so upon mine feet I may swift carry out Thine command. Ferrying a river flowing merrily, and teeming with sinful souls shall it ever be, for thee, my Lord, for thee. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I create this, blessed it be...[/i][/color]"

            Suddenly, the barrel, water, garlic, sunflower petals, and the rope were pulling into a blinding light, and burst into a synthesized item:

[[b][i]Sunshine-blessed Rope of Vampiric Restraint[/i][/b]]

Held in her hands, the rope infused with the oak wood of the barrel, the herbal essence of the garlic, the symbolic presence of the sun(flower petals), and the blessing of the Holy One above, pulled taut between her fingers, as she tired a noose for a lasso. Readying her tool, Tamara found herself a stable, and commandeered herself a horse while nobody was fit enough to really pay attention. Spurring the horse on, she rode for the town square, and launched the lasso out, as she came across Nimoa.

"[color=pink]Hiyah![/color]" Tamara commanded, urging the horse on with it's new payload, as Nimoa was yanked, and all but cartoonishly flailing through the air. Broadly, the Cambion grinned, as she raced to the town gates.
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