<span style="font-family:Calibri"><span style="font-size: 12px">Tericius grunted and tried to stand up, but found that the will was no longer there. He grimaced at the sorcerer and coughed up blood as he spoke of the sorcerer's future demise, "We will find you. You will pay for your crimes, you fool." <br/>
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That was Tericius' last words before he fell limp, eyes wide open from the shock of his fall in battle. Daxton would not see him again, nor any of the other Kingsguard that were on his tail today. The blow from the second blast had constructed an unfortunate, yet fatal death to them all. The woman waved her hand in front of her face to try and block out the smoke coming from the kitchen and the disaster she'd caused upon what seemed to be an untimely arrival. </span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family:font1509076070">Heels flicked up dirt as the young lady approached Daxton and glanced over at the bloodied knight. <br/>
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"What an unfortunate sight to see. You've practically mangled all these innocents, not that I didn't do some of the work myself." <br/>
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She leaned down and used her fingers to close Tericius' eyelids and stood up. <br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-family:font1509076070"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Do you know where I might happen to be?" She queried in a thick, Cockney accent; some kind of strange pronunciation not known in Lumeria. "You're the only that survived during this pathetic spell of mine, so obviously, you must be powerful or some kind of immortal to not feel the effects of the blast, hmm?" <br/>
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She smiled at the pale blonde haired man and turned around, observing the death bed of what seemed to be some kind of event hub where people drank and danced. She could only guess by the torn up violin and whatever those other strange instruments were; Lute, if she could recall correctly from Medieval history class. This place was rather unusual; it wasn't like New York City or Las Vegas. It smelled awful; kind of like New York, but ten times worse. Lingering urine, burning food, and dead men and women. She waved her hand over her nose in an attempt to dismiss it. <br/>
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"Good god, I should've brought febreze," she exclaimed, and went over to a dead woman. A small pouch got her eye and she leaned down to pick it up. She untied it from the woman's belt and shook a few coins out. It wasn't United States currency, that was for sure. The young woman stared down at the strange symbols on the coin before realizing the weight of her reality. This hadn't been where she'd intended to end up. She dropped the coin pouch, st</span></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family:font1509076070">ood up, and turned around to face the last survivor of her energy blast. The corners of her lips rose. He was her only hopes of finding a way out of here.<br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-family:font1509076070"><span style="font-size: 12px">"Forgive me, I haven't properly introduced myself. Kiana Alvarez." </span></span>