ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕀𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕝

//Barrel Bowling is such a scam, what do you MEAN one of my barrels exploded as soon as it hit the fucking ground?!

- ‘diagnosis’. Heli’s inability to deny or even look her in the eye more than confirmed as such. With this she’d turn to walk away, waving the arrogant knight off. “Da Svadanya.”

- Hunter can very confidently say being called or compared to an alcaholic has never enraged her, let alone made her want to fight in public. “You see me again. Find trouble like monster find meat.” She’d say before turning, knowing full well she was spot-on with her little-

This caused Iron Heart to scoff, almost feeling pity for th knight who failed to see any form of proper reason. “Can’t help who won’t help self.” She’d say in a rather ironic statement considering her own alcoholism, but that’s also an entirely different issue. At least the-

//Please, I need this sort of luck for the LOTTERY... But it's appreciated for the game too, can't complain-

//Do ya’ll think a happy Uth Duna would slap its belly like a seal?

“So dramatic.” She still kissed his cheek regardless-

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imma continue tellin niggas that imo this is a top 3 contender in the self sabotage hall of fame

-pure, all things considered. She was trying to make it obvious she wasn’t trying to hurt Heli… well ok, not *just* trying to hurt her, at the very least.

- approach Heli, a strong hand firmly placed on the armored shoulder of the Knight. “Use cruel example, is true, but should listen to words, not brush off. May not be like *my* father… but… is yours better?” Invasive as she may be about all of this, her intentions were quite-

- This man fast to point out flaw, make Tigrex of Aptonoth at smallest thing.” A brief pause, as if to see if Heli has anything to say. “Am close, da?” For a drunk, she at least appeared much more observant than the usually quiet Bowgunner would let on. Iron Heart would-

- continue. “You find weakness in self, make you… ‘in-seck-yure’. But… is not na-trull.” Now Iron Heart was speaking from experience, a hand extended with a finger pointing downwards. “Put in you by, guess of way you throw fist so easy, man you look up to… or man you fear.-

“Heh… example… is set.” She’d reply whilst gesturing around, still on the ground for a brief moment before bringing herself off of the floor. “But, lend me humor, da? Let me guess for real.” A gesture would be made to shoo all of the onlookers off before Iron Heart would-

- string back at her, devoid of life yet so easily glaring into Heli’s soul. “You see… them… now, da?” She’d chuckle, light as it was given the circumstance. “Besplatnyye razvlecheniya.” Free Entertainment. That’s what Heli had just given them.

Iron Heart knew she could endure whatever cruel and unjust punishment Heli sought to give her that day, the Bowgunner grinning underneath her now broken mask. By this point the right side of said mask was chipped away to show Heli that dead side of her face, the greyed out iris-

[ All I had seen were the walls of that castle... And suddenly, the world stood before my eyes. ]

… … What does he want?

//Gore Magala Nyctgem for the pants-

//Stolen again-