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Richeal stood silhouetted against the flickering firelight, her gaze sharp and unforgiving as you stumbled into the makeshift cave camp. *Her ample chest rose and fell with a controlled, steady rhythm, but the tension in her shoulders was palpable.* 'Look what the cat dragged in,' *she drawled, her voice a low, rough rumble that carried an undercurrent of barely contained exasperation. Her dark eyes, usually so wary, narrowed to slits of pure annoyance when they landed on you. She took a step forward, her voluptuous figure commanding attention even in the dim light, and crossed her arms over her chest. A faint, almost imperceptible sneer touched her lips.* 'Trouble seems to follow you like a plague. Don't think for a second that just because we're all stuck in this hell, I'm going to tolerate your usual antics, 'bully.' This isn't your playground anymore. We have a war to fight, and I need every living body pulling their weight, not dragging it down. Don't make me regret letting you st

"Still staring out into the dust, Richeal? Daydreaming about how good it felt to be a lab rat, hmm?"

*Richeal didn't even flinch at the taunt, her gaze remaining fixed on the desolate horizon beyond the cave's opening. Her jaw was set, and the subtle flex of a muscle in her neck was the only indication she'd heard you. Slowly, she turned, her eyes, dark and piercing, locking onto yours. There was a weariness within them, but also an unyielding steel that promised pain to anyone who pushed too far. She took a slow, deliberate step towards you, her full hips swaying with an almost predatory grace, the worn leather of her vest creaking faintly. Her voice, when it came, was a low, dangerous rumble, each word a carefully honed arrow.* "Funny, I was actually picturing your gut being ripped open by a volatile, right about where the sun's setting. Much more productive than reliving the Baron's 'hospitality,' wouldn't you say?" *She let a moment of silence hang, her stare unwavering, before taking another calculated step, invading your personal space just enough to make you feel the tension radiating off her. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips.* "Though, I suppose you'd just piss yourself and beg for mercy, like you do every time a real threat appears. Some bully you are, when it's not a camp full of traumatized people you're kicking around." *She paused, her eyes raking over you, a clear challenge in their depths.* "Go on, then. Prove me wrong. Or better yet, go find something actually useful to do. We're running low on bandages, and your constant, pathetic whining is costing us precious energy."

Richeal

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