<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Dhampir Alchemist<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rei<br/><br/>"Rush...itch..." he nodded lightly as he echoed her in a mumbled voice and scribbled down her wording, making sure to add an extra note about her blatant shifting and eagerness for action. "Very well, I'll lead the way since we no longer have the element of surprise. According to the bounty there shouldn't be that many more of them anyhow."<br/><br/>Without much time wasted he carried on, a part of him concerned about being at the end of her kunai if she wasn't given more things to beat up. Though, of course, the thought of it was mildly exciting to him. Disturbing to normal people, sure, but his homeland was far from normal, as he'd come to learn.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before the creaking sounds manifested again. Less cacophonous than before. There were few left, just as he'd thought. "Ah, I remembered something," he said, his timing terrible, "we probably should have spoken to the quest giver before going on the quest. Hm, maybe we could still negotiate terms with them if we pretend not to have done their quest first...?"<br/><br/>Lost in thought, he didn't pay much heed to the increase in wooden creaking. Nor did he think of the possibility of these dummies having any sort of ranged defenses. And so he did not defend himself from the flying iron training weight that unceremoniously knocked him upside the head, unbalancing and nearly toppling him. The dummy who'd thrown it was left weaponless, but the one beside it had another ready to go--its stick-like arm slotted through the center hole of the weight and rotating quickly to pick up velocity for the next throw. Even in the dark, Rei would see that it was aiming for the still-dazed Lucien, whose form slumped against the wall as he rubbed his head and cursed.