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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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As usual, it was easy. Almost too easy, in fact. Getting the one-eyed zealot riled up had become such an effortless task that there almost wasn't even any fun in it anymore. Just like fighting her, really. She'd received the other hunter's flames almost too many times to count -- weathered the storm and been broken down to dust, then stuck herself back together again and kept going. She'd ripped the haughty woman limb from limb and relished the taste of soot as her fingers snapped and her organs ruptured and her bones turned to ash inside her insatiable gullet. She'd lost. She'd won. She'd stopped caring.

Ah, maybe it would have been better to push a little more -- take the one-eyed fool up on her offer and see if she could actually kill her in a way that mattered. But then she looked down to the blade already peeking its way between the seams of her flesh, and breathed an almost imperceptible sigh.

The flower.

That [i]damned[/i] flower.

Everything else faded away, but it seemed there was still one thing she couldn't seem to forget. That must have been its doing, too.

[color=#CB0B53]"You're welcome to try,"[/color] Was all she mumbled in reply, giving an absentminded shrug as her would-be murderer turned away in shame. Her voice carried with it naught but resignation -- as, once her adversary's heart was no longer in it, so too did Fianna lose the will to continue provoking her in earnest. If she couldn't kill and she couldn't die, what else was there for her to even do, exactly?

...Bide her time, and wait until she was let off her leash again, she supposed.