[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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Polina allowed herself a slight smirk of satisfaction as her attacks finally landed on the pesky demon, prompting a cry of outrage from the cute creature. For such a prideful being, being battered by the ground was likely far more humiliating than being hit by something more noble, like a blade or even a bullet. The maid was ready to unsling her rifle once more and unload on the helpless monster when she received direct orders to the contrary. 

A mop up operation, was it? Polina didn’t like it, preferring to finish what she had started, but she acknowledged the command from Leoniya with a nod and a wave of acknowledgment. She followed after Lucrecia wordlessly, knives out once more as she began to clean up the stragglers alongside the foreign maid. Her knives homed in on their targets like guided missiles, and unlike her dance with the high demon just earlier, these had no problems finding their mark deep in the vitals of the monsters that dared approach. 

Once a sufficient amount of lesser demons had been cleared, she approached the other maid. [b]“I’m headed to the nearest armory or guard station. If there are any survivors to be found, they’ll be there or in a similarly defensible location.” 
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