[ She quirks an eyebrow at the falling cultist and tenses her shoulders into a shrug. ]
Thanks. [ A part of her feels a pang of something about the cultists death. She's not entirely sure if it's guilt or just the feeling that she should feel guilty. Maybe they should have given a warning or something before she'd gone on the defensive. Act first, think later. It really was a problem, wasn't it? ]
Over a golden apple? Nah. Last I checked this wasn't Troy. [ She shook her head and then leaned against the scythe. Then again, who knew what this was? Maybe the apples were sacred to something they worshipped. ] Should we check on them? [ She inclined her head to the ones on the ground. If they weren't just straight up dead they were definitely out cold. Not that she actually moved to check on them. ]
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Thanks. [ A part of her feels a pang of something about the cultists death. She's not entirely sure if it's guilt or just the feeling that she should feel guilty. Maybe they should have given a warning or something before she'd gone on the defensive. Act first, think later. It really was a problem, wasn't it? ]
Over a golden apple? Nah. Last I checked this wasn't Troy. [ She shook her head and then leaned against the scythe. Then again, who knew what this was? Maybe the apples were sacred to something they worshipped. ] Should we check on them? [ She inclined her head to the ones on the ground. If they weren't just straight up dead they were definitely out cold. Not that she actually moved to check on them. ]