Kristina
Lusine hated to fight, her whole mission in life was to heal, guide, and protect. But in times like this, combat felt like a necessary evil to her. She wasn't going to let herself be hurt or robbed. And she hoped the time it would take these men to recover might make them reconsider, leave the innocent alone. Refocusing on the matter at hand, she said sadly, tears brimming in her eyes that sparkled like stars, **"I am sorry. I didn't want to do this. You left me no choice."** She spoke in Archaic Imperial as she looked to the blue sky and put her scythe back on her hip. 
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A bright hot beam of moonlight shot down from the sky in a flash like lightning, mildly burning the mage before his spell could go off; he too fled the fight at a run. Spitting curses and seemingly ready to die, the bandit leader readied his sword and charged at the small woman. She stood resolute, a little melancholy. After he took one pace, she seemed to reach for a scabbard at her hip that wasn't there, and with bright glimmering light drew a longsword made of starlight from nothing. Meeting the man's charge head-on, she held the block shakily, her tears leaving glittering trails down her cheeks as she whispered, **"Forgive me."** 
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Pushing the man back with a shove that spoke of more strength packed into her delicate frame than seemed possible, she quickly lunged forward to flick his sword out of his hand but missed. Dancing around him with graceful ease, she repositioned to slash at his hamstrings, knocking him to his knees in a growing puddle of blood. Her bright sword was pointed at his throat. The demigoddess' voice was pleading, **"Please, give up."** After a few panted deep breaths due to the exertion, she added, **"I can heal your wounds if you will leave at once."** Grumbling and shakily making his way to his feet, he spat on the ground. *"I don't want your damned pity. I know when I'm beat. Leave me be!"* 
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Lusine dismissed the stellar blade by simply letting it go, the sword disappearing in a glimmering haze. Her pale blue eyes and sad smile turned to Tyril. **"Well, then... Thank you for your help."** She gestured forward, suggesting continuing down the road, **"Shall we? It seemed we were going the same direction. And I would welcome the company."**
David
After the fight was over Tyril stood there silently for a moment watching her closely. He had never been more perplexed and stunned by someone using her powers so well and being so powerful. He couldn't speak and wasn't sure how to respond to her. For a moment he stood there in stunned silence before clearing his throat as she approached him. The man smiled softly at her words and nodded his head at her. "Yes please. It would be an honour to be in the company of a beautiful woman as well as someone who is extremely skillful in a fight." He responded to her with a charming smile. "I am lord tyril by the way. " He responded finally extending his hand to her.
Kristina
The daughter of Lunara regarded Tyril with a slight twinkle in her pale blue eyes, a smile on her lips. It was a reaction she was rather accustomed to, and she tried to let him have a moment to find his composure. His compliments elicited a laugh from her, genuine and musical in nature. She bowed slightly, **"Oh my, well, thank you!"** She took his extended hand very lightly and gently with the softest squeeze before releasing it. **"A pleasure, my lord. I already shouted who I am, so..."** She huffed a laugh and turned to continue walking onward. 

**"You did very well, also. You seem to know your way around fire magic quite well."** Her voice was soft but cheery, no trace of the deep sadness welling up within her present in her tone or expression. Perhaps this noble could keep her focused on the task at hand and make the journey a little more pleasant. **"Are you from nearby? I used to live in Karmius City, many moons ago. I've quite missed Velaris and its natural beauty."** Since her return from darkness a few hundred years ago, she had made herself a home in the countryside outside the Eternal City, not far from where she grew up. It had taken her far, far too long to make this trip.