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Perhaps all the huntress needed to hear from Aleister was the genuine regret he felt for his actions. The last time she had seen him was at the summit: a world stage where he likely had to wear a mask that hid his inner turmoil. He was there to justify his actions as a way to save his people...

Where once she was standing stiff and completely tense, the huntress was now loose as tiredness was setting in. Hearing Sebastian speak she nodded in agreement, not willing to attribute the ending of the purges to one particular event or act. Such an interjection seemed to be enough for Aleister...

Camille continued her hateful stare at Aleister as he fired back, confident that she could trade barbs with him all day if necessary. And yet she knew it only right to drop pretenses, wrists twisting somewhat to maintain the force of clenching her hands so tightly. "My words have to be pointed...

As the figure stood and cast aside his ruined coat, the huntress slowly balled her fists and glared with increasing intensity. Her tired expression was transforming into a hateful sneer as the coal-like embers of a burning rage were being stoked again. Aleister. Here?! Camille could just barely...

The fragile smile of reassurance that Camille had been wearing crumpled into the slightest frown at his answer. She hadn't been expecting him to pour his heart out to her, yet she could not help but feel somewhat disappointed by Sebastian's reply. The mental stress of these kinds of trials were...

As he deliberated on shooting the few writhing thralls still waiting to be put down by the Konstantinovs or the vampiric members of the group, Camille merely stared at him softly. From what she saw and heard of the ordeal he went through, she could actually pick up on the subtle cues from the...

The huntress had watched the healing of Sebastian and the Saint's collapse with increasingly sharper vision. Her shoulders were slumped low as she was leaned forward, and now that she could breathe again she observed the soldier go about meticulously reloading his weapons as if he were at...

Camille's breathing was starting to become normal thanks to those mystic energies, her inhaling less shallow and more deep before she started to sputter and cough. The huntress was used to pushing herself beyond her limits, yet her whole body burned as if it was plunged in acid. This had been...

Camille advanced from gasping to outright hyperventilating, yet her quick movements remained as calculated as ever. It was like some kind of macabre runner's high where her honed killing intent and refusal to lay down and die were dragging her body to push itself like never before. Quick flashes...

The huntress was both tunnel visioned on her own battle yet taking glimpses of the battlefield as a whole whenever possible, a strange sense of being utterly overwhelmed while possessing razor sharp focus. Despite her practiced sword strokes and acrobatics, there seemed to be no end to their...

Camille crept alongside the group, movements steady and meticulous as she moved with a balance of speed and stealth. Even her breathing was deathly silent, yet her eyes carried an intensity that gave the impression that she was ready to leap into the fray at any moment. One quiet sound came from...

Unsurprisingly, the huntress slept rather terribly that night. Yet the biting chill of the mountain as well as the trek even higher did well to wake her up proper. Camille could not quite afford exhaustion under these circumstances, so as ever she grit her teeth and bore through the discomfort...

Camille squints at Cassandra as she tries to wrap herself up in blankets once again, though quickly turns away and onto her side to shiver in peace. True to her nature she stealthily grabbed for one of her daggers and the white oak stake to sleep with. "I wouldn't call any of this...

As the situation seemed to be defused and Rebecca walked toward the group of assassins, Camille sheathed her swords with a sigh and sat back down onto her sleeping arrangement as she could finally show how exhausted she really was. Despite the huntress' unshakeable convictions and pursuit of...

Camille scoffed at Cassandra's criticism, still completely on her guard as she glared at the vampires in front of her. "I am not going to play counselor to a group of people that have tried to murder us in our sleep!" she shot back. "And I am certainly not going to mince words with someone who...