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"..." Seannsa stepped up, her companions watching her closely. "Yew dun' wanna."
"..."
Virini remained impassive.
"Assif' I needa' prove it to yew."
"...I will do what is necessary in the name of order."
"Ordah' is butcherin' folks 'n their animals, shureleh."
"They will get a second chance in the Lokas."
"I'm not goin' on wit' yew aboot this fer hours. Yew know how arse backwards that sounds, yew lyin' numpty."
Seannsa raised her finger, pointing up at Virini. "I saw yer face back there."
"..."
Virini didn't make even a move. Instead, she simply frowned. No argument needed to be had. She already lost.
"So then, be a gud'un and stop before I hafta' hurt yew."
"I cannot."
"So that's how ittis'." Seannsa said, raising her fist to the air above. "Then fight me."
Virini looked shocked.
"...Y'know what the Fortamailmér is, lass?"
Seannsa extended her finger. Virini was quiet. But, the Cadre soon landed on her feet and approached Seannsa slowly. Her fellow Mass Produced Demigods were shocked to see her giving in to such compromise, but held their tongues. Virini was a bit taller than Seannsa, looking down slightly at her.
"...What makes you assume your will is greater than mine?"
"Thissis' MY village, lass. Yer stepping on me property."
"I am machine. I was made to have greater will than you."
"Aye, but yew were also made tah' feel, unlike the other tin pots 'ere. Yer susceptible."
Virini let go of her umbrella. The parasol floated aside on its own, spinning. The Cadre raised her own fist, and extended her finger. "Your conditions."
"Iffi' win, feck off. Iffi' lose, kill me however ye' want. But harm nothin' here."
"Accepted."
Virini would not deny the Fortamailmér and let it tarnish how others thought of her. Least of all not the Central Master. He already intended to destroy Koimaru for failure, he would not hesitate for her. Her, the one Cadre... whose personality was not warped by her conversion and abortion. The one Cadre who regretted her actions. Their fingers interlocked...
>Roll 1d6
>Best of two.
