[center][h2][color=peru]Knight Devout[/color][/h2]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/6ayJCLm.png[/img][/center]
[color=peru][center][h2]Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 2nd Ignis, Evening
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Tough Tavern
[color=peru]Attire:[/color] [url=https://pin.it/5yhq8PwRC]Fine Dress[/url]
Boar Mantle of Spring Hunting - head’s at home, the bulky thing
A Dirk - strapped in, strapped down
[url=https://i.imgur.com/8bpbDCb.jpeg]Swordbreaker[/url] - strapped in, strapped down
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] Charlotte
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] Kalliope, Marius, Garran, Drake, Sjan-Dehk, Cynwaer, Olivia

[@princess][@Lava Alckon][@Tae][@ReusableSword][@samreaper][@Potter][@Apex Sunburn]

More bodies had spilled in from the kitchen. Kalliope had been pinned and now seemed hurt. Garran had reloaded. Charlotte was safe. The front doors opened and [i]more[/i] entered. Right. Garran was her greatest concern. She considered her hands, their state, the pain she felt in both. Her left ached more, but she couldn’t tell if that was from taking a knife or from spell use. Probably both.  She had to do [i]something[/i], or-

Her heart froze when Garran pulled the trigger, but it.. didn’t work. The hammer gave nothing meaningful and nothing happened. And then he died. Stratya followed the bullet’s trajectory and the sound of the shot to find Drake had freed himself and promptly saved his sister.

The relief she felt was short-lived. The words had passed her by, but she felt the change in the air. She heard the terrible squelch of flesh against broken flesh. The recognition formed a pit in her stomach before she even turned to find Lady Olivia, with the shadows of dark magic clung to her, destroying the remains of Marius. And then it was over, and the young lady was left to the aftershock of such darkness.

Had Stratya gotten her hands on Maelen, she would have given her the grace of listing in brief her wrongs, so she could understand her death, and in the afterlife repent that she might do better next time.

The use of magic to assault, rob, and torture. Above that, the use of magic to murder.

She looked now upon a citizen who had just used magic to kill.

Before she could do anything about the rather dark section of grey area in front of her, a call of distress. Kalliope’s voice. It didn’t matter who’s name she called, her desperation was enough.

There she was, Kalliope. Being taken through the kitchen door.[color=peru] “No!”[/color]

The Fury flashed into her eyes, she dropped into a sprint and vaulted the counter, too. She charged through the double action doors to the kitchen just in time to catch the motion of the rear kitchen door end. As she neared the outside, she remembered herself and shut the Fury away. In doing so, the exhaustion caught her all at once. There was no way she could give chase without exposing herself.

The Knight growled and slammed her right fist on a nearby barrel, her left now carefully tucked against her body. The bleeding had stopped already. Even so, her right ached too much, and the painful extremity was held out in front of her as though she were attempting to squeeze the pain from it like water. No time. As Lady Charlotte came out from the Tavern after her, she whistled a loud, peculiar, piercing pattern into the night air.

It was then she noticed the young lady. [color=peru][i]Aaah, shit.[/i][/color]

She smiled softly, at least happy to see her safe,[color=peru] “ye’rr alrrigh’, Lady Charrlo’e?”[/color] Wait, no,[color=peru] “oh, yerr head. Le’ me see..”[/color] Her left arm remained tucked close as she stepped closer to Charlotte, her right coming in to gently cup her head to hold her still while she looked at the injury.[color=peru] “... coulda been worrse, easy. We’ll still ‘ave tae ge’ ye some attention, tho’.”[/color]