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Kitti
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Kitti's expression hardened as a man from the shadows accosted them. Clearly, he could not tell who they were, he squinted at the shapes in the sprinkling of rain. Perhaps he was blind, but he seemed in agony also. Kitti nearly snorted, getting the vague impression that they were being halted by an old, crippled hobo. The necromancer, however, seemed to have other opinions and he was telling them to flee. Flee to where, she wondered, this was the direction to the apartment, was it not?
"Necromancer, I'm not spoken for and my name is not currently in high demand, they saw what they believed to be my end. I believe that I can be of some... assistance, if you would like it? I owe Asmodeus a little aid, after all he's done for me, anyway."
Kitti stepped closer to the necromancer, searching the ground quietly for a pipe or long weapon of some sort. It would be easiest to hold her own is she had something resembling her old blade in hand. It would take less of a toll on her battered body, at the very least, to be able to sink into slashing and dodging rather than having to focus with a mind already torn and strained. However, despite her misgivings about her condition, she was determined that she try in some way to protect the angel who had so confidently saved her life, albeit after earning a few scrapes for pointing a gun at her, but all the same...
The figure in front of them was hidden partially by the rain, but she could see and hear well enough, it was a man. A man she did not recognize, but the necromancer did and thus he was to her Purger. It would be satisfying, at least, to wreck this man's arrogant facade, though his body seemed to be doing most of the work for them.
"You sure you don't want a raincheck, Purger? To see whether it's worth our trouble to scuffle with you or whether your body will kindly oblige and you'll keel over dead before us?"
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Kitti's expression hardened as a man from the shadows accosted them. Clearly, he could not tell who they were, he squinted at the shapes in the sprinkling of rain. Perhaps he was blind, but he seemed in agony also. Kitti nearly snorted, getting the vague impression that they were being halted by an old, crippled hobo. The necromancer, however, seemed to have other opinions and he was telling them to flee. Flee to where, she wondered, this was the direction to the apartment, was it not?
"Necromancer, I'm not spoken for and my name is not currently in high demand, they saw what they believed to be my end. I believe that I can be of some... assistance, if you would like it? I owe Asmodeus a little aid, after all he's done for me, anyway."
Kitti stepped closer to the necromancer, searching the ground quietly for a pipe or long weapon of some sort. It would be easiest to hold her own is she had something resembling her old blade in hand. It would take less of a toll on her battered body, at the very least, to be able to sink into slashing and dodging rather than having to focus with a mind already torn and strained. However, despite her misgivings about her condition, she was determined that she try in some way to protect the angel who had so confidently saved her life, albeit after earning a few scrapes for pointing a gun at her, but all the same...
The figure in front of them was hidden partially by the rain, but she could see and hear well enough, it was a man. A man she did not recognize, but the necromancer did and thus he was to her Purger. It would be satisfying, at least, to wreck this man's arrogant facade, though his body seemed to be doing most of the work for them.
"You sure you don't want a raincheck, Purger? To see whether it's worth our trouble to scuffle with you or whether your body will kindly oblige and you'll keel over dead before us?"
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