YOU. DID. NOT. JUST. USE. THE. POWER. I. GAVE. YOU. TO. POST. ANIME
There's a media button, 3rd one from the right, second row.
Very well then... uhm. I suppose having some tea together won't really solve the initial problem, would it? How about erm... well. Oh nevermind....
Ok, valid point. Now you Miriael! See, we're getting there... well, somewhere.
I really think you two should talk this one out. Let's start, what don't you like about Miriael, Afanasi?
*looks down at the two SoBs lying on the floor trying to scratch each others face out* Oh my, this again. *picks up Afanasi on her collar,...
Alright! Uhm.... you mean something like this? *takes out a small vial filled a shimmering essence that keeps changing colors* I was out...
*keeps bent over Miriael letting her scratch maniacly over his helmet (which is decorated with sharp reptile teeth and scales)* I think she's...
Pshhh, all will be fine... *puts duct tape over her mouth* Well... I guess we can call that sterilize.
Well... I think she needs rest after all. *takes her and puts her in a cardboard box marked fragile* So.. where were we? Ah right, the other...
Oh my! You're right, thanks. *puts duct tape over every little scratch she has, still ignoring the large fleshwound* Sword? I don't see a......
No time for your magic trickery nonsense, someone's dying! *returns with a snack box that looks like it just got stolen from a 10 year old*...
Uhm... medic? Medic?! MEEEEEEEEDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC! Why is Malric never here when someone actually gets hurt? *looks for his first aid kit*
Salutations!
IDLENESS!
*looks back and forth between his duel and the bloody mess the two SoBs made* Well...
Lingerie
I must admit, as much as I despise your style of fighting, you delivered a mighty blow yourself my good Sir! Besides, your movement is yare...
*astonished by the dance act, doesn't manage to fend the blow off* OUGH! What dastardly moves you dispose yourself of! Verily, I will not show...
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