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[color=FFC6C6]Word Count: 930 (+2 exp)(-2 friend heart)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]5[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 32/50
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon Northwest[/color]
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[color=2E2C2C]D34C25[/color][/center]It was a relief to know that Tora and Poppi were alright after what looked like a brutal battle. She would have to remember that the duo were more resilient than they looked, what with Tora's fluffiness and Poppi's maidenly form. Although the pair said they were fine, Tora went on to describe the hard won victory. It was clear just looking at the spirits of Beast and Dante what they'd done, and they were not taking it all that well. Then again, they seemed the overly heroic type. Primrose gave Tora a grim nod just to show that she was listening and that she understood, but she did nothing to reassure the nopon. She thought it might be disingenuous coming from her, considering her past and bloody personal goal. Surely they knew that sometimes it came down to you or them in a fight. Hopefully they could move past this particular kind of loss. 

Primrose stood, putting some space between the pair and herself while Poppi reassured her creator of her feelings. The dancer was getting ready to rejoin what was left of the battle, though she mirrored Tora's glance back at Earthquake when he brought it up.

[color=D34C25]"It wasn't easy,"[/color] she commented. She could only imagine that there were bruises already beginning to show where the heavy weighted end of the bandit's weapon had pelted her. She didn't spare Earthquake much thought after that, going after Tora and Poppi back into the fray after they'd dealt with Daisy.

It seemed things were drawing fast to a close. Her one on one fight must have taken longer than she'd thought. Though nearly magic-ed out Primrose still had some fight left in her, and she ended up joining in with Skull, Panther, and Fox during their all-out attack. Her silhouette showed her reclaimed dagger in hand as she flitted to and fro in a deadly dance, but it was cut short by the spiky brown haired boy. After being thrown back Primrose decided that was enough, and she watched the rest of the proceedings while leaning against a nearby pillar. It was dramatic, and even a bit terrifying when the mage duo looked like they were going to unleash some awesome power, but it ended well enough with a heartfelt declaration.

Scratch that, it ended bittersweet when Azwel drew everyone's eyes to the execution he preformed. It was cold blooded, a stark contrast the defensive killing that their own Tora and Poppi had done. Considering that Azwel hadn't died from his wound, something Primrose herself had made sure of, the killing was just wrong even if he claimed it was payback. Primrose narrowed her eyes from behind her mask. If there was any last sentiment that the Grimleal weren't as bad as their aesthetic made them out to be, this would wipe them away. She remained wary of the two captains as they made their way out, but once they were gone she sighed and shook her head. There were still more survivors than not out of the Resistance. They had to take some wins where they could get them, she supposed.

The topic of freeing the resistance from the clutches of Galeem's mind control wasn't much of a discussion at all, given that all of the Seekers were for it. Primrose was feeling eager to put another heart to use, almost as though to make up for the one she used on Azwel. She pulled the glowing pink heart from her chest, looking over the Resistance members, though once more her attention was brought to Earthquake by Tora.

Primrose actually laughed, despite the situation. It was quiet and quick, but it'd happened all the same. The cute nickname on top of the genuine affront Tora seemed to feel on her behalf just tickled her heart. 

[color=D34C25]"I've faced nastier,"[/color] she assured the nopon. Earthquake was vulgar and rude, but there were far worse men out there. If they could even really be called men. While Band restored the ninja, Primrose decided to put her own friend heart to use. In a somewhat expected move, the target for her friend heart was the spiky haired youth. If she recalled correctly he had suddenly appeared in the middle of the fight, though she wasn't sure of his role. He could have even been an innocent bystander, brought into the fray against his will. Whatever the case the battle was over now, and Primrose knelt beside Sora to press the friend heart into his chest. In no time at all the others had finished up their healing and spirit smashing, and collectively they all made their way out of the temple - and even faster they were already being urged to check in with the other team.

It wasn't a bad idea. They had little contact with the other half of their group, and if they needed help then it would be better to get there sooner rather than later. Even if it meant more running around. Primrose took a deep breath, summoning as much energy as she could muster. Her magic would recover somewhat during the trek, so at least she had that.

[color=D34C25]"Do you still have a way to talk with Alibaba?"[/color] Primrose asked, looking at Fox. [color=D34C25]"It might be good to know what we will be walking into."[/color] 

Or who knew, maybe with some luck the other team were already on their way back. Regardless, Primrose prepped herself for a sprint across the city and fell into step with the rest of the group as the headed out as back up.