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chronoVesper
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Crysis groans, leaning on her scythe for support. "Yeah. I'm good. That hurt more than I expected. I got cocky." She straightens and stretches, leaning backwards to stretch her back out. "How do we know who one when we all went separate ways? We couldn't watch each other." She tilts her head slightly, frowning. She puts her scythe on her back and pops her knuckles. She looks to her health and notices that it was almost in the red. Need to heal up soon. She limps over to Az, her left knee sore from the boars. Scratches glowed softly over her body in multiple places.