Darkeye
Nine strikes
Darkeye was struggling with the curse on him, the magnetism was getting to him. He avoided the big places and walked with nothing that had metal on it to clear his head. He went in the direction of the water, the probability of being affected by metal there was extremely unlikely. He saw Maeve, but he didn't know who she was. "Greetings," he called to her and saw her handling her whip. His anger at Voice was enormous. He had not expected to meet anyone so soon. He even had to leave his beloved spear behind. With only some water and bread, as well as the wooden sword of Deimos at his side and simple clothes, he went towards her. "My name is Darkeye and you are carrying a very interesting weapon if I may say so." Perhaps it was time to expand his horizons.
each for one sin
