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| [GRP] Dirty hands and Bloody Eyes FIN; Private: Rin | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Dec 6, 2011 10:18 pm (148 Views) | |
| Rin | Wed Dec 21, 2011 12:07 am Post #16 |
 
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Rin waved at Vyse as he ran down the path, laughing at his spontaneity. "Bye Vyse! I'll make sure to come visit your party!" The construct waited until he was out of sight before she turned to stare at the surrounding foliage, her grin turning feral and predatory. There was a tittering from the woods to her left, but that ended when the girl ripped the longsword from its sheathe, stalking off in that direction. She burst through the bushes with a loud, exultant shout as the blade whipped through the air, easily cutting tree branches in half in her frenzy. The construct say the small, misshaped fairies flee in every direction from her attack, clearly not expecting the vengeful attacks from the artificial construct. She saw one of the forest sprites dodge towards a hole in a tree trunk, but she wasn't planning on allowing it to escape that easily. Rin hurled the sword at the fairy, the weapon plunging through its gossamer wings and pinning it to the tree. The girl stalked towards the trapped spirit, her grin growing wider. "Hello there!" Her voice was unbelievably cheerful and bright, almost manic in tone. The sprite struggled harder, trying to get away from the girl it had trapped in a dream and tortured. Rin slammed a hand to its throat, completely pinning the small creature to the trunk. "The page. Where is it?" She squeezed her fingers, clamping down on the fairy's windpipe and ignoring its attempts to bit her skin. It eventually ran out of air, the gray skin turning a deep shade of purple as it struggled to breathe. She released her grasp slightly, allowing it to draw in a thin, wheezing breath before she spoke again. "Tell me." The sprite sputtered and writhed in her hand, but the girl did not budge an inch. It finally relented, each word dripping with loathing. Its voice was thin and high-pitched, grating on the construct's nerves with every syllable. "In the deep woods, girly! With the matron!" It was about to speak further when Rin tore her sword out of the wood, slamming it into the fairy's neck and effortlessly decapitating it. She let the small body fall to the ground, staring up at the beady eyes of the sprites hiding in the forest canopy. Her grin was frightening in its intensity. "My name is Rinrae Dromigg. Nice to meet you." She held her free hand out to one side, the fingers slightly curled as she tapped into her Grimoire-given powers, the air around her outstretched arm warping and rippling. "Laevateinn." The greatsword appeared in her fingers, its edge rippling like metallic fire thanks to the elaborate inscription. She walked forward, brandishing both swords and preparing to go on the warpath. |
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