a pen, the weapon of poets.

[X'yrin Exultare]

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ooc: Shortest post I've ever written T_T .

Her ability to defend was certainly put to the test against the agile female. Where power might not have been her forte, she certainly had speed and dexterity in her favor; an aspect the warrior had to be mindful of.

Yet there was little time to think, only react. Her wild eyes were firmly centered on the agile form, keeping her just within distance to observe the whole of her skillful movements. As her limb swung to catch her shoulder again, the Nomad’s hand shot out again with an open palm to catch the assaulting limb at the ankle to knock it away.

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