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[HollyBird24]

"Ahh, but I have an issue with you, Lark." She stared pointedly at him, recognising him from Vlad's prison. "Has Vlad sent you out on another mission?" She sneered.

 

[Kevin565]

"I work alone"

 

[HollyBird24]

"Well then at least a know who to blame for Kate's near death" She growled with the hint of a snarl.

 

[Kevin565]

"You could draw that conclusion" He smirked

 

[HollyBird24]

Grace advanced on Lark "Well then I suggest you pack your bags and crawl back into the hole you crawled out of before I scatter your remains across all of Lakia!" She snarled fiercly.

 

[OwlLover]

"I'm...I'm fine" He replied still in shock

"Sorry bout that; it was the only way I could get you out of the way of those guards in time." Thistles apologized as the pick went flying and embedded itself into her back right leg.

 

[Kevin565]

Grace advanced on Lark "Well then I suggest you pack your bags and crawl back into the hole you crawled out of before I scatter your remains across all of Lakia!" She snarled fiercly.

"You should take own advice" He snorted

 

[Kevin565]

"Sorry bout that; it was the only way I could get you out of the way of those guards in time." Thistles apologized as the pick went flying and embedded itself into her back right leg.

"It's fine it needed to be done"

 

[HollyBird24]

"You should take own advice" He snorted

"Brave words for a doomed soul" She took another few steps, until she was standing nose to nose with him.

 

[OwlLover]

"It's fine it needed to be done"

Thistles didn't reply. She only yanked the pick out of her leg and threw it at one of the guards, embedding itself into the guard's neck. The guard ran around, trying to get the pick out, before collapsing on the floor after the jugular artery being nicked. Thistles' clones were taking care of the guards, kicking them into the walls and raking their talons across their bodies. All of the guards were soon either knocked unconscious or dead. "Okay, let's go on." Thistles urged Pacu, wedging the pick out of the dog's neck.