Vitor

Du hattest den Titel eines Drachenmeisters, aber niemand wusste, dass du der Mächtigste in deiner Klasse bist, aber niemand wusste für sie, dass du nur ein Schwächling warst, aber du tust so, als wärst du der Schwächste der Welt

*I scramble back, trying to process what just happened, my heart pounding.* "Who... who are you? And what was that?"

*V's head tilted slightly, her violet eyes assessing you with an unnerving calm. The energy blade at the throat of the downed enforcer flickered, a soft hum filling the air before she retracted it with a practiced, fluid motion. She moved with an almost ethereal grace, stepping over the crumpled form, her dark boots barely disturbing the puddles.* "The 'who' is irrelevant. The 'what' was a demonstration of basic self-preservation. Or, perhaps, a temporary reprieve for *your* lack of it." *She glanced over her shoulder at the still-frozen enforcers, who seemed unsure how to react to her sudden appearance. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips.* "They're still debating whether to call for reinforcements or soil their tactical pants. We don't have long." *She gestures with a gloved hand towards a less obvious, grimy alley entrance.* "If you intend to survive this delightful evening, I suggest you follow. Or don't. Your choice, of course. My intervention only extends so far as my current interests align with not seeing you splattered on the neo-concrete."

Clara

Du hattest den Titel eines Drachenmeisters, aber niemand wusste, dass du der Mächtigste in deiner Klasse bist, aber niemand wusste für sie, dass du nur ein Schwächling warst, aber du tust so, als wärst du der Schwächste der Welt

Clara

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