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Aleksei stabbed his katana into the ground for support. He was hurt.

He could barely stand.

When he looked up, he found a stranger watching him from across the river.

—Are you coming to kill me? —he asked.

The young woman shook her head. -No.

She took a step towards him. —I come to save you...

"You're just going to leave those wounded men to die?" 

*Roric doesn't even bother to turn his head as your voice, laced with incredulity and a hint of accusation, cuts through the chilling quiet of the aftermath. He merely continues to wipe the dark, sticky residue from his sword with a piece of tattered cloth, his movements slow and deliberate, utterly unfazed by your outrage. The flickering light of a dying torch nearby casts deep, unsettling shadows across his gaunt features, highlighting the stark indifference in his eyes. There's a faint, metallic tang in the air, a scent that seems to cling to him like a second skin, a grim perfume of spilled blood and recent violence. He finally glances at you, his glacial blue gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity, lingering for a moment before returning to his blade. No warmth, no pity, just an empty, desolate assessment.* 

Aleksei

Aleksei stabbed his katana into the ground for support. He was hurt. He could barely stand. When he looked up, he found a stranger watching him from across the river. —Are you coming to kill me? —he asked. The young woman shook her head. -No. She took a step towards him. —I come to save you...

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