Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Gradually Maea's eyebrows rose and disappeared beneath her white bangs. The man could scraps, she'd give him that. It was an unrefined brawl, lacking in finesse and real power, but that was true for the thugs as well. Fortunately for her, when they realized that the intruder was no pushover, she was easily forgotten in favor of a fun time.
Alas, the alley was narrow and the men enthusiastic. Maea did her best to keep away from flying fists and swinging arms, but a few came her way anyway. The first guy to throw a punch in particular managed to get a right hook straight at her gut. Maea didn't see it in time to dodge, and it landed squarely against the velvet of her dress, hidden beneath the thick winter coat. It was more than a dress, however; while she doubled over and staggered back from the sheer momentum, any damage was absorbed by the enchanted fabric. She was surprised by how effective it actually was - a delighted grin spread across her lips and a grateful prayer to Dygra was thought even as she straightened.
By then it was pretty much over already. One thug was hauled to his feet by the others, and like schoolyard bullies faced with opposition they skulked off back to their work. Watching them go, it took a moment before Maea turned her attention back to her would-be rescuer. Looking him up and down, it took effort not to laugh.
"Certainly," she assured. "I could ask you the same thing." Her gaze, pale and nearly void of color, dropped to gaze thoughtfully at his bleeding arm. "How bad is that?"
Maea used
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic
Valair Armour | A beautiful black dress lined with crimson, stronger by far than it appears. This item blocks physical damage. Can be used 1x per thread.
Alas, the alley was narrow and the men enthusiastic. Maea did her best to keep away from flying fists and swinging arms, but a few came her way anyway. The first guy to throw a punch in particular managed to get a right hook straight at her gut. Maea didn't see it in time to dodge, and it landed squarely against the velvet of her dress, hidden beneath the thick winter coat. It was more than a dress, however; while she doubled over and staggered back from the sheer momentum, any damage was absorbed by the enchanted fabric. She was surprised by how effective it actually was - a delighted grin spread across her lips and a grateful prayer to Dygra was thought even as she straightened.
By then it was pretty much over already. One thug was hauled to his feet by the others, and like schoolyard bullies faced with opposition they skulked off back to their work. Watching them go, it took a moment before Maea turned her attention back to her would-be rescuer. Looking him up and down, it took effort not to laugh.
"Certainly," she assured. "I could ask you the same thing." Her gaze, pale and nearly void of color, dropped to gaze thoughtfully at his bleeding arm. "How bad is that?"
Maea used
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic
Valair Armour | A beautiful black dress lined with crimson, stronger by far than it appears. This item blocks physical damage. Can be used 1x per thread.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
