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Interacting with: Muerte [@Klumsykrow357]
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Seeing the man lowering his gun and relaxing, Louisa was happy to see her choice of interacting with him wasn't completely misplaced. Listening him to talk about water coolers and co-workers made her even more curious as she tried to imagine this man all in black garb, with a striped tie on over it all, at an office desk in front of a computer. Would he still be wearing a mask? Or or would he be wearing a mask and glasses as he looked squinted at a computer screen looking at some stupid document or like financial information. 
Hearing his name didn't really take her out of this fantasy though as she pondered, Would people meet him at the front of the building holding take away coffee cups and call him Mr.Muerte? Did he have a engraved name sign on his desk saying Mr.Muerte? Mr. Muerte what? or is Mr. what Muerte? or was it like Cher so it was only M-

What did snap her out of her fantasy though, was when he suddenly ran at her and tackled her to the ground before energy bolts flew over both of them. She had been so stuck in her own little daydream that she hadn't been ready for him to rush her, which was lucky for both of them really because if she had been, he would have surely either bounced off her or slammed into her like she was a brick building. 
Now she just stared up at the way too close skull facade and her gut started to twist. She hadn't cared much about the aliens shooting at her now she had her shield up, but this face, this face was way too close for her comfort. 

She only had to have the rushed panicked thoughts for a moment though before he was up and facing off with the invaders, which now she was alone she started to pick up on probably didn't take so kindly to her actions before. Siting up, she cautiously got to her feet and from a vantage point hid behind some debris. She watched this Mr.Muerte tear off a part of the ship's hull and attack their aliens with their own material. 
Huh so he isn't just a wannabe superhero, Louisa thought to herself, as she watched him impressed as he managed to take out the whole crew of attackers.

When it seemed like he was done, Louisa stood up straight again and watched him stagger back over towards where she had been hiding. She couldn't see exactly what was the problem but it clear enough seemed to be one of his legs. 
[color=8dc73f]"That looks painful,"[/color] She called out to him not even really noticing that she was stating the obvious and without thinking about if he even wanted help she quickly recited a spell.

[color=8dc73f]"Heal all on this man that looks sore
and keep it safe from all the future uproar
Make his leg feel it is back to brand new
and speed up the healing of all his tissue "[/color]

A neon green light sprang from her and gathered around his body before covering his thigh wound and start to slowly heal it. This was all start to wear herself out but she smiled to herself as she was happy she could help a guy that obviously had just tried to save her bacon.

[color=8dc73f]"Oh and I guess I should say my name. Ahhh... I suppose you can call me Cadence?"[/color]