The blow was sickening. Enough to make her heart churn like a potato in a boiling pot of soup inside the confines of her chest. She couldn't help but shy away for merely a moment, usually only use to the bloodshed she caused by her own needles. This was different.

"Heh. Well, it seems we have a notch on our bedpost already. Not bad."


She stumbles a bit, clutching at her forearm. The sight was massively impressive. A buncha powder goblin leftovers with drops Rose refused to dig for and one giant dead and gone.

It was like a symphony of the masses,
A warzone claimed by the underwhelmed classes,
Heat and brimstone conquered,
And another chapter authored,
Between Derse and space with a reunion of the ironic,
Victory was brought upon as if it was nothing but tectonic,
Seeing hearts and prices with light,
A dedicated combination deluded into the one constant: to fight.