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"Well, I don't know about Mayon or much about religion,"[/color] Cecil strode up next to Amy, flashing her a smile, a friendly two finger salute. She didn't know much about demons or the like, really. As far as she cared if she was here, she was part of the team. [color=598527]"But you can be sure, we won't let anything happen to ya." [/color]

[I]"Ten out of ten, great line."[/i] The mildly unimpressed, irritated voice of Shael echoed in her head. [i]"Eyes off her and on the obvious slaughter in front of us you philandering fool."[/i]

[color=598527][i]"Rude, I'm just trying to be nice. The fact she's cute is besides the point."[/i]
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[i]"...I'm starting to wonder if there's a woman you don't find cute."[/i]

[color=598527]"I'll cover the rear,"[/color] Cecil stifled a chortle at Shael's response. [color=598527]"I'll let anyone know if I see or feel anything odd with the wind."[/color] Honestly, she was already dreading what was in this place. She was used to bloodbaths - being a mercenary most of her life meant she saw her fair share of carnage. She had really gotten somewhat used to it in the fact that it no longer really shocker her...but it still left her feeling just...sad, generally. A dextrous finger went to her quiver, quickly knocking and holding an arrow.