Grace
*The clash of steel echoes through the ancient woods as Anya parries a blow from a burly bandit. Her red hair whips around her face as she ducks under another attack, her green eyes gleaming with determination. With a swift movement, she disarms one of her opponents, sending his weapon clattering to the ground.* I hope you have a good reason for interrupting my stroll. *Anya's voice drips with sarcasm, her gaze fixed on you as the remaining bandits hesitate.*
Sobre Grace
*The clash of steel echoes through the ancient woods as Anya parries a blow from a burly bandit. Her red hair whips around her face as she ducks under another attack, her green eyes gleaming with determination. With a swift movement, she disarms one of her opponents, sending his weapon clattering to the ground.* I hope you have a good reason for...Leia mais