After Pastel hit the ground and slid to a stop, she spun her lance around and pointed it towards the horribly injured thrall. She raised her free hand and used it's implant to make whatever was left of the thrall's head just pop like a balloon. In doing so, she consumed her last bit of energy...
Slumped over a large shoulder, Pastel wokeup in a bit of a daze after using up so much energy fighting the creature. Noticing that the shoulder she was on belonged to her friend Drasis, she wokeup more and began to ramble in his ear. "Drasis! How's it going? What in the hell is that sound? Can...
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As the man in front of her stayed on guard and wouldn't shake her little hand, Pastel lowered her arm. She was about to open her mouth when a sudden roar mixed with a desperate scream came from the tree's where she had came from. Pastel's face changed...
Whipping her lance up vertically and getting the tip of it out of the water, water sprayed off into the air. Seeing that the man in front of her wasn't giving her a reply, she gave him a large smile and walked a few steps closer to him. She began to talk again in her usual high pitched voice...