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Nodding at the woman's explanation, Amun smiled. "Have you ever prayed to the Voice directly?" He cocked his head to one side. "She's usually pretty receptive." Then he grinned. "If you do want to meet her, though, I'd be happy to arrange that. Or just answer questions, that's fine too."
As the baton thudded into the woman's shoulder, the potter narrowed his eyes. He let her counterattack take him in the guts. Frowning down at the wound, he raised his eyebrows. "What kinda dagger is that anyway?"
As he spoke, his own attack was underway. His arms dipped low, his upgrade changing the other knife to a baton as well. His goal was to try and sweep across her legs and knock her off her feet, or at least off balance.
As the baton thudded into the woman's shoulder, the potter narrowed his eyes. He let her counterattack take him in the guts. Frowning down at the wound, he raised his eyebrows. "What kinda dagger is that anyway?"
As he spoke, his own attack was underway. His arms dipped low, his upgrade changing the other knife to a baton as well. His goal was to try and sweep across her legs and knock her off her feet, or at least off balance.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
