[h3]Vera[/h3]
[b]Aelrod's Mansion, West Garden[/b]
[@Guilty Spark][@Moonshadow][@OwO][@Psyker Landshark]
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	For a second Vera did not think much of the sudden stumble from the guard behind her. The out of place skip in the rhythm of her accomplice only alarmed her when she heard the rest of him toppling down to the garden path, equipment and all. She turned to see how the man had tripped, hand twitching as she got ready to offer it.

	[b]"Oh."[/b] Instead, she froze. Was returning to the scene of the crime really that tempting? That or... Aelrod did just say everyone in town wanted him gone. Vera's eyes wavered between the guardsman crumpled on the ground and his mysterious assailant, anxiously dancing around the masked figure's cloak for the first sign of movement. Their spell rippled by, a subtle pulse of the senses followed by an eerie quiet. The word spoken to conjure the magic told her all she needed to know about what it was doing. This masked mystery either didn't want to hear that she was not, in fact, alone or had very personal intentions for the two of them.
	
	Vera bit down the cold and did what every impulse called on her to do. She shot forward, her posture sinking low as she closed up on the mage. Her mailed fists went up, ready for the bout. With one she steadied herself, reaching down and holding fast to the grip of her arming sword. The other soared up and up, back pitching, legs pushing into it as she aimed a vicious uppercut for the alabaster jawline on that mask.