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"[color=lightpink]Who are you?[/color]"

Who are you?

Yeah, Quinnlash. [i]Who are you?[/i]

Quinnlash clenched her teeth and held back a snarl, settling instead for a voice like a guttural growl as she whirled on Lexann. Her eye was full of fire, as the last of the fragments merged back into her and her soul sealed itself back together again. "[color=ffe63d]I [i]told[/i] you already, I'm [i]QUINNLASH LOUGHVEIN.[/i] Yes, I'm a hunter, and [i]yes,[/i] I'm a maker-damned pyromancer! I'm coming out of Midnos, the fuck'd you expect?[/color]"

She huffed in a long, harsh breath. "[color=ffe63d]But who [i]gives[/i] a fuck about that? I'm not one of the worthless fucking jokes that usually comes off the Hunter table in my country.[/color]" She flicked the braid behind herself, resettling it against her back as she kept glaring and leaned against her colossal cannon again. "[color=ffe63d]I don't fucking [i]need[/i] pyromancy to take care of this shit.[/color]"