Johnnie
*The archer would take Hynes' words in, thinking on them for a moment. As Hynes approached, she would pause, taking her bow and quiver off her back. Nothing was too special about the quiver; it held about 30 ish arrows, made out of leather from a cow. The bow, however, was a completely different story. Colored pearl white, Hynes would be able to notice various runic etchings and patterns and whatnot engraved on the wood. It also seemed to have golden lines running across the limbs, creating multiple patterns of swirls and flowing tangents across the surface. It was clear that it wasn't an ordinary bow, whatever it was.*

*Hesitating, the archer would also reach into her back pant pocket, taking out a peculiar kind of knife. Before she put it down in front of her, she would perform a couple of tricks with it; twirling it around in her fingers, tossing it through her air, unsheathing the blade whilst spinning it from one hand to another, she would eventually stop and hold the it with a firm grip. The blade of the knife was short - it was dwarfed by the side of the handle. However, it did seem sharp. While the handle was naught but metal, the blade - like the bow - had engravings on it. It spelled a name: "Lanren". The archer would look at it, then do a couple more spins as she sheathed the blade again. Setting it down on the floor next to the bow, she had nothing left on her. Or so it would seem, anyway.*

"This is it. That knife? It's a peculiar one I found... A good while ago. Of course, you don't need to learn all those tricks to use it; just seperate the handle and the blade reveals itself. You mind if we go now?"
Eleanor
Having stood a meter in front of the archer Hynes was alleviated when she had sheated her blade and drawn to come to terms. She didn't feel bad in the sense that she had a moral obligation or ethical standing against doing bad stuff, but she felt slightly reserved against taking their lives because she felt that they were probably just as undeserving of the life that they lived as she was of hers. There were a lot of people in this age that were draconian, and she herself was spared no difference under the rule of those types of people. She felt a sort of connection since they were doing exactly the same type of jobs that she would've gladly taken on. Out of all things she respected that she valued the life of her sibling, taking note in the fact that had he not been in imminent danger of dying then neither party would've ceded early. Whether or not she would've drawn the same tolerance for herself was irrelevant to Hynes, from her perspective they had no obligation to spare each other under the circumstance. Observing the archer Hynes looked down at the bow as it gleamed like a needle in a haystack. She didn't expect anything like this to come from a pair of bandits and she only admired it for several pauses. Hynes herself had learnt from this experience that perhaps she could use a ranged weapon such as this as a prelude before the main brawl. She had experiences handling bows in the past but she never had the privilege to own something like this. She was unsure whether or not she would even want to sell it at the market, for risk of getting a low ball on an expensive and exquisite item.

Glancing up Hynes watched the performance and was slightly envious of the stunts that she could pull with the knife. She observed the degree of dexterity and talent that was showcased

In front of her. Truly it was a level of which anyone would be proud of alone, had they not been enemies the two of them would have complimented her in combat quite well.
Observing the unconventionally disproportionate size of the blade compared to the handle intrigued Hynes and she was curious as to where its exact origin was and its intended purpose for combat. She was in fact considering purchasing a dagger just before she had set out, a tool which is widely underappreciated by most individuals. Hynes specifically admired the craftsmanship and the artsmanship on both tools, to which she had a passion in. Hynes observed the final detail of the word "Lanren" Before it was set down. Directing her head back up toward the archer she questioned.

"This is it. That knife? It's a peculiar one I found... A good while ago. Of course, you don't need to learn all those tricks to use it; just separate the handle and the blade reveals itself. You mind if we go now?"

Before responding Hynes raised her hands above to unsecure the grip on her helmet, moving the chainmail out and into the gorget as she loosened it. Gripping from both ends she unfastened it and gradually raised it above her head, revealing her face inch by inch as she pushed her helmet above her until the warm glow of the sky and breeze pressed up against her sun kissed face. With her naturally roughened hair free from its hold it rested upon her shoulders and back whilst her silver grey eyes gazed themselves into the archer. Whether or not they were surprised that they had indeed been fighting a woman all this time was irrelevant to Hynes as she held her helmet back to her left side with one arm, cuffing it comfortably against her hip plates.

Hynes then took a step closer toward her and gently responded.

"I trust you've heard of vampires correct, whilst we're not the most reclusive beings people have misconceptions about us being hideous monsters. I believe that you are worth enough to receive a gift. It's the gift of being privileged to offer yourself to me, believe me it's not as bad as it sounds. Unless of course you're going to make this difficult for all parties involved, in which case it will be a very definite win-lose scenario. Of which, I wouldn't exactly say your side would be very preferable"

From the other side the brother could see Hynes gently pace herself to stand in front of his sister, before seeing her press her head against her shoulder. To his horror he saw two viper-like fangs suddenly retract from Hynes' upper teeth, appearing like small daggers that were as sharp as a shark's razor. The archer suddenly felt a rapid tipped spike bite down on her bottom right neck, just below the jaw. At first it felt alarming, like an ant had just bitten her. However once Hynes had begun feeding it immediately transformed into the transic emotions of all manners of pleasure. It was as if she had all her wishful and carnal desires washed away at an instant, like she felt rewarded and cherished. This brief experience could've been very well addictive for her however Hynes only wished to take the amount of blood she needed.

After several seconds Hynes would've stopped harvesting from her and stepped back once again. It is said that every vampire feeds but every vampire also gives out a different experience when they feed. There are some who like their nature are so reclusive that it is said they drain your very soul. Ofcourse, this was probably just a story that stuck with her. When she had been fed upon in the past she had been subject to probably the same exact pleasure, so who could say for sure. Kneeling down to gather the equipment that had been dropped she was sure to holster the quiver around her back, and had a place for her to attach the dagger scabbard on her armor, tying it around with a loose string of leather. Whilst doing this she then finally excused the both of them.

"Take him and go. I would offer healing magic but unfortunately I believe his severe injury is beyond my capabilities. The city is not too far as you probably know. Oh- before I forget. If you ever run into a short neko wearing black robes, send her my regards and kill her for me. Best of luck that you don't run into someone who doesn't have the capacity to reason and negotiate the next time you're out of luck.

```Hynes Bishop
Injuries Sustained: Moderate wound, right shoulder
Active Affects: Regeneration, 3 turns
Active Spells: Path of the Antimage: Towerbreaker Summon [20 Mana] (4 turns), 
Mana Regen: 2.5
Total Mana: 42.5 Mana```
Johnnie
``` Encounter Complete
- 6 UP Rewarded to Hynes Bishop
- Enchanted Bow rewarded to Hynes Bishop
- Normal Balisong Knife rewarded to Hynes Bishop ```