❝ Greetings, daughter of the Undying One. My Domin has sent me to serve with you. My blade is yours, until the time that it is reclaimed by them, ❞ she offered a polite bow.
❝ A blade cannot be effectively brandished without a foe, however. What is our quarry? ❞
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Kibellah looked out onto the world before them, as she and the rest of the entourage descended the ramp of the Arvus Lighter in the wake of their Lord Captain.
Though the motion was subtle, she breathed deep the air of this world and felt her entire body
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looked to the Lord Captain to take her cue, which was duly given, before approaching the singular battle sister sent to meet them.
Her eye caught that of Argenta's at the Lord Captain's side, and she noted a hint of something longing and rueful, before dismissing it.
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Her form stands over a corpse, the lifeless body having been exsanguinated with a surgical precision.
Her eye flares and claps onto the one watching, lips pursing as she considers her next move.
❝ It is not your time, ❞ she says plainly, but doesn't move to leave.
Her form stands over a corpse, the lifeless body having been exsanguinated with a surgical precision.
Her eye flares and claps onto the one watching, lips pursing as she considers her next move.
❝ It is not your time, ❞ she says plainly, but doesn't move to leave.