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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=92278f][b]Location:[/b][/color]The City of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
[hr]There was no need to throw her off, Seele yanked her hand away the moment Graves drew his knife, stumbling back into the table with a yelp. For a moment she worried he might try to stab Siegfried in the back, but then she realized it was [i]much[/i] worse than that. Blood pooled unnaturally in his hand, rushing and shaping with purpose until he’d made himself a hemorrhagic glove of pain. Suddenly, stabbing became the least of their worries. 

Graves wasn’t just a brutal fighter, he was a warrior. He’d fought beasts and players alike and he did [i]not[/i] have a reputation for losing. Granted, Seele wasn’t familiar with Siegfried’s own track record, and while he certainly seemed like the capable sort, that hardly mattered. Either Graves would run him over, or run himself ragged, or worse. God, it could get so much worse. 
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She scrambled back to her feet. [color=92278f]“Jeez, jeez, jeez—Sif!”[/color] she shouted, hoping to snap the girl out of whatever trance had her grasped so firmly. [color=92278f]“Brother—help—get—get your brother!”[/color]

[color=92278f]Shackles[/color] formed around Seele’s wrists, and she bolted after Graves, shouldering through the door onto the street. Her eyes found Siegfried immediately and she snapped her fingers at him. The air around him briefly glinted with dull violet light, and with another snap, the same thing happened around Graves. Cracks appeared in her chains, not enough to break them, but she had a feeling she’d be throwing more shields out. Shackled as she was, the ones she created were weaker than normal—they wouldn’t hold up to real magic, or a heavy assault, but she hoped they’d take a few punches. 

Her fingers formed a gun and she took aim at Graves’s back, but hesitated. Shielding them was one thing, but [i]debuffing[/i] her friends? That couldn’t really be necessary, could it? All she needed to do was keep them protected long enough to break her chains. Then, hopefully, she could anchor Graves down and Sif could get Siegfried to walk away. He was reasonable enough to do that, right? Sif could convince him, right? 

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