>>6052379You take a step forward dragging the Stranger’s attention to you before an idea strikes your brilliant mind. Your knees shake and so do your arms you point an unstill finger at the smaller woman and cry out, “You… You punched me! You punched <span class="mu-i">ME</span>, y-your princess! Daddy would never allow this, who sent you?!” Marie turns to you with a face of confusion, any momentum she was mustering to psych herself up burnt while the Stranger looks smug and triumphant already. Masterful gambit, Lorina, you’ve done it again! No one but you even sees Asher starting to rise.
“Ha, if you think that was bad little princess then you’re in for a world of pain if you don’t cooperate! I bet a little spoiled,” Spoiled? The nerve! “Girl like you never had to deal with the consequences of her own actions, but don’t worry if you come quietly this’ll all be over quick,” Oh, you do not like this woman. Not one bit.
‘Lorina, what are you doing?” Marie hisses.
“Shut up!” You snap back, thankfully the Stranger is too full of herself to hear you or see the Inquisitor approaching her.
“A-are you going to try and add me to your slave harem like the other Stranger?” The woman blinks and looks mildly perturbed at your mastiff performance of mimicking what a pathetic person sounds like. “O-or maybe you’re going to turn me into one of those metallic,” What was the word? Oh right, “R-robutts?”
“Hey now, let’s not-” The Stranger says bringing her hands up in a calming gesture. Oh wow, you managed to make yourself nearly cry.
“W-whatever they’re saying to make you do this my daddy can double it!” You cry, “P-p-please don’t hurt me!” You’re pretty sure the sound of your voice made some of the birds in a tree nearby fly away. Well, it doesn’t matter this charade is over seeing as the Inquisitor plunges his blade into the Stranger’s naked shoulder… Only for said blade to scrape off as if her skin was armor itself.
The Stranger spins around but in doing so trips on the carefully laid Grease spread on the ground, courtesy of yourself. “Wha- ah!” The woman yells as she slips and slides on unbalanced feet before crashing to the floor. You take a moment to look at Alyssa and Asher with the Stranger momentarily out of the way. The Inquisitor has a few wounds and a bit of glass protruding out of him but nothing serious but Alyssa. Let’s just say limbs aren’t supposed to bend that way, though thankfully she is still breathing though unconscious.
