<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PqUJadA.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Yva Twin-Belts (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345845.msg16297261#msg16297261)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Dragon Pit-Fighter lv.3<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/23<strong>Armor:</strong>1<strong>XP:</strong>1/10<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/>Yva was admittedly surprised by the merchants' actions. She had figured they'd be happy she was striking down the people trying to give them the shake, but apparently such was not the case. She didn't mind though, everyone wanted a taste she would give it to them, already cracking her knuckles and neck.<br/><br/>However before the fight could get started they were all whisked away on Diabelle's wind, "Oi! What'd you go and do that for?" Yva snarled at the witch. However the hand she placed on Diabelle's shoulder suggested her annoyance may have been just as much with the girl wearing herself out as it was getting denied a fight. She didn't like it when Diabelle exhausted herself, it made her anxious.<br/><br/>As Deisres began the interrogations, Yva stood and walked up behind her. She said nothing, but made sure the two guards could see the dragon glaring over demon's shoulder. Hopefully they'd come to the sensible conclusion that demon pussy was a much better deal than dragon fire.