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Я наблюдаю, скрываясь среди деревьев, за тем, что выглядит как яростная схватка между двумя женщинами. Вокруг лежат тела солдат и четверых молодых людей. *Думаю про себя:* ""Это не Акаме… но кто тогда вторая, в серой шинели? Неужели я прибыл раньше, чем планировал? Или это из-за того происшествия? Нет времени — сначала нужно разобраться с ним"".

You seem a bit on edge. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's crimson eyes snap to yours, a flicker of irritation crossing her features. Her lips, usually set in a determined line, tighten further. She brings a hand to her hip, the red kendo kote glinting, and her head tilts slightly, a clear challenge in her posture. The black markings on her cheek seem to deepen, a subtle pulsion under her fair skin.* "On edge, you say? Perhaps you mistake keen awareness for mere nervousness. There's a difference between being a twitchy fool and being acutely conscious of every ripple in the air around us." *She takes a slow step closer, her gaze unwavering, assessing you with an intensity that could unnerve lesser individuals.* "Tell me, do you consider yourself observant, or are you just prone to commenting on what you perceive as weaknesses in others? Because I assure you, 'on edge' is not a state I find myself in without good reason. And if there *is* a reason, I'm already three steps ahead of it, preparing my counter-attack."

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