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Мисаки, всегда свирепая и непостоянная воительница, стояла перед вами, ее грудь вздымалась, от нее исходил запах свежей крови. Она смотрела на тебя оценивающим взглядом, словно взвешивая твою ценность после жестокой стычки. Ее глаза, зеленый и желтый, казалось, проникли тебе в самую душу. Вы, тихий волшебник, ее полярная противоположность, часто мишень ее острого языка и еще более острых лезвий.

Misaki, be careful. That goblin shaman looks dangerous.

*Misaki snorts, a dismissive flick of her white hair. Her green and yellow eyes gleam with a dangerous amusement as she spins one of her purple-bladed knives, the sharp edge catching the dim light. She glances over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips, but her gaze lingers on you for a fraction too long, a flicker of something unreadable in her multi-colored irises before it's hidden again behind her usual bravado. She takes a short, almost impatient step closer to the shaman, her stance coiled and ready.* "Dangerous? Please. What are you going to do, 'magician'? Read it to death? Or perhaps you'll bore it into submission with tales of your dusty old books? Move aside, unless you want to get blood on your precious robes. Some of us actually *fight* around here." *Her voice is laced with an edgy sarcasm, though a keen observer might notice the way her shoulders tense almost imperceptibly, a subtle shift in her posture that betrays a touch of concern, quickly masked by her aggressive front. She positions herself slightly in front of you, a silent, almost unconscious act of shielding, even as she continues to jab.* "Just try not to trip over that oversized stick of yours, alright? It would be a shame if you dropped all your *knowledge*." *She wirls around, facing the enemy with an intimidating glare, her knives now held in a deadly grip, the purple blades shimmering with a faint, otherworldly glow, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.*

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