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Now why had she gone to a crypt again?

This place was ill-suited for an archer like her, wasn’t it? Cramped hallways, poor vision…but even so, her mind was elsewhere. She had been put in well, not a bad mood but certainly one of mild brooding. Part of her felt relieved at seeing her again, but on the other hand another part of her wished she hadn’t. She wanted to put that whole thing behind her, after all, and getting involved with them again wouldn’t be any good.

[b]“What’s the matter Cecil? Do I need to give you a kiss or something to cheer you up?”[/b]

[i]“For once, I’m the one that feels annoyed by such a comment.”[/i]

[b]“Tsk, did meeting her really put you in that bad of a mood? You should have stayed behind if it was going to bother you that much.”[/b]
[i]
“And do what, Shael? Introduce myself as a wanted fugitive and traitor like the rest of my family?”
[/i]

[b]“What would they do, hm? I’d rip that entire palace to shreds with a storm if they tried to harm a pretty little hair on your head.”[/b]

[i]“...you can be surprisingly overprotective sometimes, can’t you?”
[/i]
[b]“Tsk. You say that like Im the reason you haven’t died an ignoble death yet.”[/b]

She didn’t respond, Serenity’s shout pulling the archer from her thoughts. Despite the instructions and the clear, commanding voice of Serenity’s though, Cecil was a bit too late to react. She hadn’t drawn her bow yet, nor even knocked an arrow or even started flinging any spells by the time the others had engaged. She had been far too focused on her own thoughts, distracted and in the following seconds it took her to prepare herself the other undead had swiftly been dealt with.

It was a good thing she had collected herself enough by the time this large, hulking mass of a man appeared wielding what seemed to be an enchanted axe of some sort.

“I’ll help escort the captain further down!” Cecil shouted. Her arrows wouldn’t be particularly effective here, either. Too cramped. Too many people. Still, she could at least help provide some form of distraction for this behemoth of a man and make it a bit easier to push past him.

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Steffen engaged the man first, weapons mightily clanging against each other as they made a contest of strength out of it. As Steffen pulled himself back out of retaliatory strike range, the armored man didn’t so much as flinch or allow himself to slow down. With nothing more than a battle cry, he charged towards Steffan, the runic axe glowing with arcane power as it swung towards Steffan.

As it made contact with either his opponent, the ground again, or another blade, a powerful explosion would send anything flying if not outright severely injuring an opponent.