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[color=fff200][b]Yang Bethlehem[/b][/color]

"...Well, I certainly was expecting something." Yang eyes glanced at all the lewd figures, clashing heavily with the opposite saints and modestly dressed one.

But in a way, she found it nice. The contrast was so whip-lashing that she actually like it.

Hearing her words lifted her spirits slightly, and Yang relaxed herself.

"Me, a partner? Nah, it's not going to happen anytime soon. They got to be strong, if not, stronger than me just to keep up." Yang grinned and pointed a thumb to herself confidently. Completely missing the dark priest double entendre and adding her own. "I'm a wild horse after all, if they can't handle the ride I'll gladly buck them off."

She winked to the dark priest as a gesture of confident to herself. Though she did felt a little silly doing it but still, she felt like doing it and so she did.

"Retired warrior Nero? Alright, I'll take a look at him." She dusted her pants, flipped her short hair back and with a skip in her steps, headed out for the exit.

"Oh, by the way? I didn't catch your name?" Yang stopped and asked for her name. Once getting her name, she turned around, hand over fist and bowed to her respectfully.

"Thank you."

Like a switch, Yang turned that demeanor of respect into a playful one with a smile. "I'll come here from time to time to help you out since you did me a favor. Don't hesitate to drop us a request, anything you need, I'll be right on it. See ya!"

"Alright, time to see what this Nero guy can do." Yang slammed her fist together, feeling a little tension in her body as she kept it at the edge of her mind. It's been a while since she has done a little something naughty like picking fights.

[i]Apologies.  [/i] Yang corrected herself, sparring, that's what she meant. With a Cheshire grin, she moved out and to find this retired warrior.