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-see shit in front of me.
[It begins with one eloquent Claymore, traveling through a deeper part of the mist from the looks of it. To one side, a glimpse of gold, armor and hair and the man belonging to both moving at a casual, almost bored pace.]
How is it that such a pretty mouth says such vulgar things on a regular basis.
Ha! Sorry, I had no idea you had such virgin-huh? What is it?
[He's stopped moving and holds up a gloved hand to signal for an unseen Helen to do the same.]
I believe I heard something...
[And his hand changes, forming a sword just as something large and humanoid opens its eyes in the mist. A tentacle lashes out, and Jaime slices right through it.]
Son of a bitch. I didn't even sense it.
[The sound of metal on metal as she draws her sword, preparing to do what her kind do - namely, kill yoma. But something stops her in place.]
H-hey! I don't think that's a yoma!
[Jaime takes a step in retreat as a mouth opens beneath the eyes, like a cave with teeth or the exaggerated grin of the cheshire cat. Suddenly there's the hint of wings and more tentacles lashing out at the pair.]
[One strikes the forge, and the feed goes black.]
((Bold = Jaime))
[It begins with one eloquent Claymore, traveling through a deeper part of the mist from the looks of it. To one side, a glimpse of gold, armor and hair and the man belonging to both moving at a casual, almost bored pace.]
How is it that such a pretty mouth says such vulgar things on a regular basis.
Ha! Sorry, I had no idea you had such virgin-huh? What is it?
[He's stopped moving and holds up a gloved hand to signal for an unseen Helen to do the same.]
I believe I heard something...
[And his hand changes, forming a sword just as something large and humanoid opens its eyes in the mist. A tentacle lashes out, and Jaime slices right through it.]
Son of a bitch. I didn't even sense it.
[The sound of metal on metal as she draws her sword, preparing to do what her kind do - namely, kill yoma. But something stops her in place.]
H-hey! I don't think that's a yoma!
[Jaime takes a step in retreat as a mouth opens beneath the eyes, like a cave with teeth or the exaggerated grin of the cheshire cat. Suddenly there's the hint of wings and more tentacles lashing out at the pair.]
[One strikes the forge, and the feed goes black.]
((Bold = Jaime))