ooc: Ahem. While I don't mind you setting the scene and writing out the whole bandit thing, I don't appreciate being written into the story without any input. I'll allow what you wrote to stand, but do note that 1) Her chain shirt is worn under her clothes, 2) Her caste mark is not shining. There's a gold disc on her forehead, but that's usually covered. (I've recently updated her description actually.) I accept her bracer can be seen. I don't mind him making assumptions that she's an Anathema, but please don't do this next time.<br/><br/>"You know Kian. I think today's going to be a wonderful day." Irnai said enthusiastically. "Look at the sun, the sky. Beautiful isn't it?" She took a deep breath, reveling in the essence of nature.<br/><br/>"You say that everyday." The cub growled, walking silently beside her. "And most of the day we end up in all kinds of trouble as you help people with no sense of discretion at all." Sniffing something, he crept forward into the bushes.<br/><br/>Not really paying attention, Kian always went off when he found something interesting, she continued speaking. "You can't be so dreary Kian. Look on the bright side of life." She laughed happily and skipped forward, before doing a little twirl in mid-step and throwing her arms out to savour her surroundings. There was a shout as Kian found his prey and scratched him.<br/><br/>And a man leapt into the clearing right into her fist before crumpling to the ground, unconscious. Irnai, was understandably frantic when she realised what had happened.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't be dead! I didn't mean to do that! I'm sorry!" She apologised profusely, looking at the man anxiously.<br/><br/>"Relax. He's alive." Kian told her after sniffing at the dragon-blooded. "And he's a dragon-blooded. One of those that hunt you. You better leave before he wakes up."<br/><br/>"But I can't do that. I hurt him! I have to wait for him to wake up so I can apologise properly." Irnai answered, still worried the man might accidentally die after all. She hadn't meant it. Really.<br/><br/>Still fretting over the current situation, another man crashed into the scene. "Oh are you his friend? I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hit him. He jumped right into my fist. I'll pay for his medical bills I promise." She tells him distractedly, not seeming to even notice his words and fanciful displays as she's more worried about the man she accidentally knocked out.<br/><br/>ooc: If your init is 24...how the heck do you get 24 init? Anyway, if you rolled a 1, you just add 1 to your init. No way I can beat 24 init. My base is 6. So unless you roll under 16, you can always assume he gets init. She's busy talking this round, so try and hit her now.