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"I wish her a quick recovery, then" Heloise replied, wondering how the brute could live with himself as he savaged such a timid girl. some men were born bad, she supposed. some needed no provoking. her claws dug slowly into the earth, testing their power. she would give a nod to Derg, committing his directions and information to her memory. he wished her well, something that would be foreign to others after a spar like theirs.

no. she had exchanged blows with the man. they were comrades now. not allies, true, but two beings on the same wavelength.

"aye, good luck to you as well, sir" the woman would turn to depart. her steps were a bit slow due to the bruising of her shoulder, yet Heloise did not complain. she carried on confidently enough to allow others a pause. weakness... she refused to show it. even if that weakness was merely a small scrape and a bruise. it would take a few days to heal, yes, but she would prevail. she always did in a way.