The corporal wasted no time: she rolled out of the traveling pack, rations spilling this way and that, her small boots finding purchase on the cobblestones despite the blanket of snow. Her little fists clenched tight around the hilt and the sheath of her sword as she gave their surroundings a cursory scan. Her eyes eventually fixated on the billowing smoke from further down the district, and she frowned as she belted her blade.
One quick glance at her companion...
"My kind are rare in these parts. Should prove a fine little distraction for your fellow 'knights'. Keep up."
And with that, she was off, sprinting down the alley, left hand holding her scabbard level as she ran, right hand poised over the hilt and ready to draw. She cut corners where she found them, darted under tables and through stalls where possible, hopped up and rolled over stonework where it wasn't. She hurried.
If the cycles spent serving with the Flames had taught her anything, it was this...
Explosions always mean trouble.
One quick glance at her companion...
"My kind are rare in these parts. Should prove a fine little distraction for your fellow 'knights'. Keep up."
And with that, she was off, sprinting down the alley, left hand holding her scabbard level as she ran, right hand poised over the hilt and ready to draw. She cut corners where she found them, darted under tables and through stalls where possible, hopped up and rolled over stonework where it wasn't. She hurried.
If the cycles spent serving with the Flames had taught her anything, it was this...
Explosions always mean trouble.
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