Sutoratosu

Hmmm... welp damn.That is quite overkill ngl. so far B,D,F are being attacked, with B being... yeah, just mobbed and D getting ganged with both F being hit by singles Yo, Stalkerkain, what do you say about editing our actions to help out against F or target A, E or C? I do burn status on hit so... I could serve to soften one up for a bit easier time killing while you all focus on the others

"Exile" the question was enough to finally stop her giggling, in fact the transition was so abrupt it was nearly uncanny as she lay there, staring up at the bottom of the bunk. "... she had it coming though. Every waking moment since the beginning, she was giving me a reason...It just took him encouraging me to finally act on it." Whoever the 'him' she'd referred to thus far in the conversation was anyone's guess, but she kept on regardless. "I just did what I had to in the end... not my fault she finally went and struck me one time too many. Did I ever mention how much a rock to the fucking head actually hurts? Because it does...and even more when it's being used as a club, instead of just being thrown..." Her hair had flayed out on the pillow when she lay down. Sitting at the foot of the bunk, Felis could've easily spotted the long, deep scar on her left temple, almost fully scabbed over and beginning to fade, but still very clear of how recent it had to have been. There were the hints of a few others too, though much smaller and far harder to see with their age and faded presence...

"...Why do I keep getting so lucky? What did I ever do to deserve it? What good has it ever done me? This isn't funny anymore... I'm only as useful as my magic."

"Ah... Spiderling, can you speak? Do you understand what I'm saying?" "..." She stopped the humming noise and gave a subtle shake of her head to the first question and a nod to the second. So... she really wasn't afraid. Interesting. Aurora drew back again, just as... well, as the chaos started. Her attention wandered over to the sudden appearance of the beasts, three on either sides of the group, some of the fleshies already beginning to combat them. Almost instantly... she felt something rise within her. Something she knew well, something she felt before every hunt. It was the rush of hunger, and the frenzied anticipation of relief. Infact, the rush was so great, Aurora actually spent more time standing there fantasizing about a kill than she did actually trying to secure one. In due time though, she unveiled her Chitin gauntleted hand from her sleeve, the shard embedded in it blazing with the twinkling radiance of a celestial body. The air began to warp and distort under the temperature of her focused power, and with a snarl, she set her sights on one of the beast already under attack and cast her hand outward, brilliant radiance forming into a jetting lance of incandescent luminance that lit up the stones and walls of the enclosed area alike as it flew... Use Piercing Ray (Ranged version) on Shadow Beast B

You mentioned something about Acidic Monsters on Fire... hopefully that didn't give murdoc any ideas and he won't go throwing two foes at us now instead of one...because Aurora and fire don't mix well at all, just saying...

I... don't really see how it could, honestly. All you did was fire a book at the barrier to see what would happen. Not like you took any liberties you shouldn't have, like had the thing instantly shatter to pieces or controlled the reaction of another PC or something

"....." Her eyes gleamed, twin beads of silver peering out from the shadows. When she sensed the vibration of footsteps heading closer, she had hoped it would be one of the fleshies who'd grown too curious for their own good. It would've been far easier to sink her fangs into them and drag them away with their screams muffled and body beginning to fail, if they took it upon themselves to leave the others... but that was of course, only if they had nothing else to give her except their own corpse. The non-fleshy though, she had passed the point of intrigue with her. There was no point in attacking since she already knew she'd get nothing to show for it, just the same as with the being in armor or the.... thing in the strange skin tight suit. But wait... now that she was closer, Aurora picked up something she hadn't before. An odd scent, almost... like dust? No, no... it was dry, but not quite like dust. It was the clothing the being wore, she was almost certain. The cloak smelled... old to her. Too old, almost, like... like the skeleton man? The one who always seemed so weary round her, made sure to stay by the campfire where she would not go? Despite her having no real reason to ever consider him food? He wore a cloak too, a tattered and worn one of violet rather than crimson, one that visibly bore it's age as readily as the rings of a stump. He carried a little tome and shortblade wherever he went with him too. Even had a couple rings on his bony fingers, though whatever they actually did, if anything at all, Aurora had never been interested enough to figure out. His paranoia around her was the only thing that even gave her reason to have noticed he existed in the party at all, truthfully. But... if this one was really like Bone Man, under this cloak, why was she too not paranoid? Aurora tilted her head a bit as she contemplated the oddity...the disinterest on her face melted away as she made a short stride closer to the cloaked being, but no more than a few feet, which to her legs was nothing at all. A soft, almost humming noise came from her throat as she leaned in a little closer, a sign of docility, for the most part... not something many outside the girl and squid had been graced with till now "..............?" If the cloaked one proved truly this fine around her presence... perhaps she had something for Aurora? Bone Man never gave anything... but then again, now that she thought about it, Bone Man never ate anything either, so... perhaps that hope was a bit much. But still, one way or another, the being had her attention for now. The big fish still seemed to be taking it's time getting here anyway.

The silver gleam of her eyes fixated on the pillars. Perhaps the act of waiting in and of itself would have to wait... ironic as such an idea was. Whatever the barrier that had been erected meant, it was surely anything but good. Aurora recognized a trap in the making when she saw one, the very tactic of it was one of the best means she had of staying alive afterall. This was at it's core though, a turn in the favor of her, all things considered. If an even bigger fish was coming for the group, and they somehow managed to kill it... well, there was honestly little to stop her from claiming the carcass as her own. And even if they all died, she merely had to wait and hide till the thing was gone. And hopefully it would leave something more of their bodies than a few smears of blood across the stone, if she were lucky. It was a tough decision in the end however. On the one hand, they had, at least for now, numbers. On the other, not even her senses could pick up who or what might be coming to check this little snare soon. And if whatever it was truly proved powerful enough to slaughter the lot of them... there a chance that despite her best stealth, she'd be found as well. And being found meant she might not be able to eat at all, if she were forced to retreat and the thing took their corpses for itself. Not being able to eat would lead to hunger.... and hunger would just lead to that same type of hollow pain she was so used to. "...." She said not a word as she finally rose. The odds were uncertain either way, but her decision was more or less made. It was better to perhaps fight with them and potentially kill the big fish, then take both it's body and any who fell bringing it down as well, then to bank all her hopes on being able to evade and outcon something potentially of much greater hunting ability than even she was used to. Besides... perhaps some of them did have food, and merely hid it from each other. The Girl had always been more than willing to give her something after she'd brought down an assailant or saved one of them at the last moment, so too had the Squidman, though he always seemed more... reclused about it. Like he expected her to do that type of thing all the time for them without even thinking about a reward... Now, just what the hell type of spider ever did that? Risking her neck for another being, and not expecting at least some type of recompense for it later on...certainly not her, regardless what the squid might've thought. To hell with how he'd looked at her as if he'd made some horrible, horrible mistake or the pity she could sense rolling off him whenever she got close, what mattered to her was naught of what he expected. The shard embedded in the chitin of her right palm meanwhile, began to pulsate, it's light hidden beneath the wide sleeves of her silken robes...

Aurora awoke without a sound. Almost immediately, the change in ambient air quality and the hard ground told her that, where this place was, it wasn't the same as where she'd been. Nor was the Owlbear she'd been about to finish anywhere to be seen, or any of the dense underbrush she had used for cover in her ambush. She could sense them though, other beings... talking, walking. Every vibration they made, carried through the air and earth right to her. It was just the same as an insect struggling in a web. The motions may have seemed harmless enough to their maker, but they gave the lurking threat far more information than their victim would have ever wanted them to know. For example, two of them, at least, were not living. Or just not the type of "Living" that especially held her interest, given the lack of heartbeats from them, when nearly all the others gave a steady rhythm without fail. Not only that, but she picked up no scent trace of perspiration or other homeostatic or bodily processes from them either... which meant, going for them was likely a massive waste of time with no reward at the end. And as for the others besides them, not a single one of them smelled anything like she'd encountered before... the closest she had ever known was that of the young-ling who was so insistent on taking Aurora with her party. The one who always put so much effort into getting her to talk, who gave her food without much thought about it. Hmmmm... maybe they would give her food as well, if most of them smelled so similar? "......................" She lifted her head, ever so slightly and glanced at each of those assembled over yonder. And like that, her hope they'd feed her diminished greatly. Not a single one looked like they had anything edible on them... except of course, their flesh. But would attacking be the most fruitful route here, with so many in so close a space? What might they do in retaliation, before she'd be able to strike the killing blow? None of them looked even remotely injured or sickly, though a few did look... easy nonetheless. But easy or no, it did not change the fact that numbers put her at a disadvantage. Hence, the spider resigned herself to merely watching... waiting. Just encase. Numbers could always diminish, after all...

inputted a change on Aurora's weapon as discussed on discord, though mostly went through and made minor tweaks to the personality and the flavor text for several things to uh... accommodate for the new backstory elements

I edited the flavor text for "Unbound Soul" to clear up any confusion about the implications. Also edited Spydric sweep to now have a 15% chance to stun targets, and Added a Str-based Damage to Spider Fang and specified that the cooldown only applies to the poison-effect being applied.

Well the intent wasn't for her to be resurrected or anything, just left very near dead and managed to recover with some... consequences to her personality and mental acuity. I mean, I can go back and edit the relevant mentions to be more clear if the potential implications messes with plot or anything, but... yeah, never intended a resurection. In heartless souls, the Arachni were simply resilient as hell, and their healing factor was great enough that given enough time and the safety in which to do so, they could recover from even severe head trauma if the brain stem was still intact... but at the cost of coming out of it as basically an entirely different individual thanks to the majority of their memories being destroyed and impossible to ever recover. but again, if It's an issue, I can always just tweak the wording abit if you want.

Name: Aurora Age: ??? Gender: Female Race: Arachni Sex: Female Appearance: Long, Platinum Blonde locks cascade around a heart shaped face with a button nose, high cheeks, and eyes like twin pools of deep, reflective silver that despite the glittering hint of some intelligence within, are more oft than not fixed with a hollow, thousand-yard stare. Even with as pretty features as hers though, it's rather easy to recall her true predatory nature at the sight of the pearly white fangs filling her mouth. Segments of exoskeleton cover the curves of her human half, forming glossy, dark natural armor around her arms, shoulders back, and the ribs. A pair of Silken robes drape from her shoulders and down to just past the transition from human hip to spider abdomen and affixed with a silver brooch on the shoulder. Their sleeves and collar alike look noticeably wide hanging off her slight frame. On Her Arachnid half meanwhile blossoms thousands of vibrant pinpricks of varying colors, soft hues in varying intensity and every shade there is set on a field of black, their motley arrangements resembling a primordial star field from some night sky long ago. Her eight legs each terminate in sharp, precise points with serrated ridges, capable of potentially impal-ing or slicing anything unfortunate enough to be caught literally underfoot. in terms of size she is no bigger than a mere Adolescent of her species; All of which due most impart to both to her nature as a runt and the constant starvation she once endured day in and day out. Personality: Quiet to the point of being near mute, mind constantly wandering through subjects the likes of which, only she knows of, and yet at the same time to time, oddly calculated in her decisions, at least when it comes to matters of sustenance or well-being. In truth, Aurora recalls nearly nothing about who she once was, and just as little about what sentiment she might’ve held the travelling companions that up until very recently, had been towing her around from place to place. Nothing, aside from the simple fact that like a predator, she had to kill and eat to survive… the issue being she recalls not even what precisely she once ate to fulfill this basic need. Having forgotten the patterns and habits of her old prey, or even what they looked or smelled like, her former pride as a huntress has faded into virtual nonexistence, and often, she acts as opportunistic as possible just to get by. If it is dead or nearly dead, it does not matter what it is, Aurora will 9 times out of 10 attempt to consume it. And if it still lives and is hearty, she’ll still try to take it down if it looks like it will be an easy kill. With her scavenger nature, however, comes an innate curiosity towards other beings, especially those like the ones who once accompanied her, even if for no other reason than to determine if they’d make a decent meal for the energy expended, or at the very least give her something to eat. But even with her intrigue, seldom will she reveal herself, and far more seldom will she speak in what short, fragmented words she can manage, unless she decides the answer to either of the above question is a resounding yes… More oft than not, in fact, she’ll only stand there, and observe from afar… or well, in some cases, far closer than the other party would probably like to think…hidden right in plain sight. Class: Star Weaver Level: 5 HP: 50 Equal to [30+(Level*CON)] Init: 10 Stats: 30/30 Level 5 cap: 12 Constitution: 4 Dexterity: 10 Intelligence: 2 Strength: 4 Synergy: 10 ------------------------------------------ FLAW: -Arachni Bane (Flaw): [Aurora takes 1.5x Damage from Fire/Ice attacks] PERKS: -Arachni Blood: [In battle she regains 10% mHP at the end of each of her turns.] -Arachni Blood(level 2): [Aurora is immune to all poisons, and Regenerates an additional 5% mHP (rounded up) per turn] -Divine Aptitude: [It costs Aurora only 1 AP to purchase new actions, however her max action level is capped at {Level} instead of {Level+2}] -Font of Life: [Aurora has a "Font" gauge which has a maximum of 5 charges. She starts each battle with 0 charges, and gains a single charge whenever she heals (or cures an ailment on) a target other than herself. Instances where she treats multiple targets at once still only give 1 charge towards the Font. For every charge Aurora has in the Font gauge, she gains +10% effectiveness to all Healing she performs.] ----------------------------------------- ACTIONS Action Slots: 7 (5 to start, +1 every even level) Gear/Tricks Log GEAR: TRICKS: Battle Sheet Misc. Inventory:

A laugh. She hadn't expected it herself, but... just how unnecessarily Shonen the little lumen display and speech had been, how corny and cliche the lines were, and yet how oddly sincere about it he clearly was. It was a lot of Ingram really. He was exactly like this, bombastic and every bit as absorbed in the belief of what he said as this guy...he'd been the only one who could really make her laugh, even. Granted, Brandt had always been just as kind and sincere as ingram, but in his own way. He was far more serious and introverted by comparison, a hermit, and maker and executor of plans where Ingram would have no issue gathering a crowd with his heartfelt theatrics, and saying 'screw the plan' and forging his own path without a single look back if he thought it would turn out for the better. "Heheh..Ok then, hero..." She finally managed as the amusement wound down, "just try not to blow the roof off the place, eh? You saw what they did when I tried to kill that brat, the bastards don't play around here." a short bit of a chuckle lingered all the while, as she leaned back onto the bed. Screw it, she was staying. Braith said it was safe, the southern boy seemed to have some decency to him, and he was right funny with the theatricality and speeches. Compared to what she'd found in the other cabins, this was like finding gold in a pile of rancid shit. ((Stalkerkain Achievement Get: Befriend(?) the crazy albino chick))

"They'll regret their mistake this day..." She unsheathed her weapon and left Karik's side without a word, taking a place beside the commander. She had been right, really... these really were an ugly lot, So much so she could see the yellow, snaggle toothed scowls and smirks even from all the way over here "half their number is already dead, and yet instead of doing the sensible thing and retreating, they just up the same strategy and mindlessly throw themselves at us. Either their captain is utterly oblivious, or far too confident in the ability of his men...or both." Move to L16

"....................." She didn't know what the hell to believe anymore, as he walked back to his own bed. Above all else, her gut instinct screamed to not trust him, or any of these lot after what she'd seen of em so far... that she would just end up getting fucked over in the end of the day as she always had in the past. She had more than meant it when she said her brothers and Braith were the only ones worth anything to her... none of them had ever steered her wrong. None of them had ever intentionally tried to harm or get rid of her, or looked at her with disdain just for occupying the same gods damn general breathing space, spat vulgarities or slurs at her face, or launched stones at her head. And to be brutally honest, she didn't care where he was from or what his story was. He was just another stranger, regardless how much he tried to change that. She wasn't a fucking idiot, wasn't some child, not anymore, hadn't been for a long time. She knew damn well it was always the strangers who did the worse shit; she could never forgive her sisters for anything that had gone down between them over the years, sure... that had been more than clear enough when she finally burned the oldest one to a crisp and scared the other two absolutely shitless. But at least, even as much as they'd hated her, there was still some subconscious restraint most of the time... if only because of the apprehension for the utter wrath their brothers might bring if she ever ended up dead in one of the snow banks. Strangers gave no fucks about that though. They saw her, they saw nothing more than a foul creature, to be disposed of to protect themselves and their families from whatever imagined tragedy she might bring. When a wolf wanders into a village, people don't give it food or hospitality or try to pet it, no... they either drive it away or kill it, skin it, eat it, and wear it's damn pelt as a trophy. What the hell type of sense would it make to subject herself to that shit anymore than absolutely necessary? "........" "...not everyone is an enemy..." "........" "Don't you remember the healer?" "....yeah." "She was a stranger as well... did she act anything like we'd seen back north?" "....no..." "It is alright... little wolf. As I told you... you're free from them now. Exile was the best possible thing we could've hoped for, and we have more than enough reason to never go back to that god's forsaken continent." "...but why should I trust him?" "Why not? As I said... we aren't in the north anymore. The stigma for those like you seems to be isolated mostly to there... and unlike the earlier boy, or the other fucks around here, he came clean with his intentions almost immediately when questioned, and actually seems to have at least some basic sense in him... From what portions of the path I've seen already... I don't think he is our true enemy...certainly not compared to that arrogant little shrew with the winds. Are you not tired of this, little wolf? Of constantly fighting them all tooth and nail, just for the right to exist? I said we could burn all those who would abuse and exploit us both, but... pray tell, young cub, what would be the point of burning all the fuckers, if we simply lumped in the one's like Ingram and Brandt with them, destroyed those who were good to us too? Then we would have nothing...and we'd be just as empty and hollow as when we met..." She felt something hot leak onto her cheek, and the droplet evaporated nearly instantly the moment it touched the burning heat of her skin. And no more dared to follow it, having seen the fate of their brother, so foolish as to venture out into the expanse of the unknown and be vanished instantly. "........fine." She glanced over at the boy in his own bed. Her instinct still shouted with all it's might about the idea of letting any connection form but... Braith had never led her astray before. "Why are you here?" she asked, voice quiet as her eyes quickly found themselves back on the floor. "the fighting... what made you sign up for this?....Did you even have a choice?"

"Look damn it, can we not talk about this later? Don't you have more important things to do, what about that idiot over there-" His voice finally won out in their bickering as he stretched a phantasmal finger towards Klaren "You went to all this trouble to save him, ya just gonna let him eat it now? Goddess, make up your mind maya, this wishy washy crap makes my damn head spin..." "......" She turned her own eyes towards the monk, and sure enough, he was nearly dead... again. Ecquis and Hoshiko seemed to have moved as well, even a few others to the north... how long had they been at this? Had she really missed the entirety of the enemy movement? apparently yes... some healer she was... "this isn't over, Freyl... I swear to the goddess, if you know something, you're going to tell me..." With that, she quit their little war and retrained her attention on the true battle field, marching towards Klaren and healing him without a word. Her eye's burned into the opposition all the while, almost as if she desire naught more than to devour their souls one and all... "If you all wouldn't mind, it be great if you could, oh... hurry up and kill them all so that we can get out of this mess? We're far too close to the city, and have already spent enough time here... a damn raven could've taken flight and carried a response by now. If we tarry too much longer... it can't end well." Move to G13, Heal Klaren (Benevolence)

Rame She didn't answer him for while, simply kept staring at the floor, air steadily growing hotter by the moment... until all at once, it stopped. As if a phantom had passed through the space between them, the air instantly plummeted back down to what it had once been. The light in her eyes dimmed a bit, softened... then her eyes closed as her breathing steadied. Braith... yet again.... keeping her on a leash... She forced them open again, looking directly at the boy "Like I said... my brothers used to raise hell whenever those cretins threw stones at me... and later on they would draw steel over it too. They're the only ones who ever gave a damn about me;so as far as I can see, they're the only real family I've ever had....aside from... him. And I prefer it like that too... all the rest of them were worthless anyway, hateful little wastes of space..." Despite the venom dripping from nearly every word she said, there was a trace of fondness in her voice... however fleeting it was before she went on. "Wait... why the hell do you care about any of this anyway? I don't even know you..." She stopped... then her eyes flared yet again as she remembered the fuckboy named Can... the one who gave charity and spoke well enough, but wore a paper smile and scheming eyes the entire time he did "Look, damn it, what do you want? Should've known you'd be after something like he was...Gods, are all you bastards fake around here, Is this really what men do in the south, put on this facade of giving a damn, only to extort something later on. If so... I've heard and seen of men acting like wolves before, too many times... but this... this is just fucking shameful." It wasn't much different than the north, honestly... but hey, at least up there, most people had the decency to admit their motives upfront and come clean with precisely what they were hoping to get out of assisting their neighbors... it was called bargaining; help thatching a roof in return for a new tool from the smith, a cache of fish for a replacement sled rudder from the carpenter... this though... this little craven bout of manipulation they liked to keep trying... it was starting to piss her off...real fast... "I'm done playing these damn games, if you're after something from me...come out and say it already."

aight then, cool cool, take your time. also God dayum, look at all the interaction and shit... we finally seem to be getting through to them about the fucking initiative issue... tis a thanksgiving miracle.

“...The deed is done.” "Aye...you did it. Just remember though, killing isn't pretty, but sometimes, there are no reasonable ways around it... there are some conflicts that no matter how hard you try to talk to the other party, work it out without steel, they'll be so set in their own path that they'll eagerly destroy both you and all that you love, if it means furthering that goal of theirs... whether it be feeding their family, trying to make a better life than the one they once knew, serving the interests of their countryman... or for less noble ones like a thirst for greed and power. I want you to remember that at the end of the day, before the Goddess, all human life is sacred... the fact that sometimes, it must be taken somewhere to preserve it elsewhere is just... a necessary evil.... a reflection of the true nature of man, despite the Goddess's intentions for the path he would walk. The holy guard for example, strives to defend the faith from the wicked and unhinged, those who want to bring chaos and suffering to this world and shatter the peace... but in order for them to defend the innocent, the majority of the time they end up having realistic little choice but to kill the wicked; if they spare them, sometimes they do repent and abandon their black road, 9 times out 10 though, the men and women who chose that road will go right back to it if they're allowed to keep their life... just to go on and threaten innocent lives once again with a vengeance." "It doesn't get any easier. It only gets harder. Sometimes... even the damned have their blessings. Their families, their friends. Sometimes they take to this life just because they have no other option. Being a hero... isn't about killing. Anyone can do that... it's easy to shut of your emotions and think of others as less than human. That doesn't make you a hero. It's knowing that the people you're fighting no matter how vile they may seem or be... are still human. No matter how rotten they are... they are human and you are decided to... to... take away their most sacred gift. Their life. Death, is a permanent solution, to what can be something that's only temporary. I had to kill and fight to save your life. I didn't put one life out of this world just to have another abuse and misunderstand what it is to take another's. So, never forget what I said... or I'll never forgive you." The rider had come, spoken, and gone off again before Cade could do much of anything. As she left though, she turned back to the boy. "She had a point...as I said before, this is never easy unless you're a person who simply lacks their soul, or isn't entirely sane. Remember it for what it is: evil, but sadly necessary. Don't let the idea of it consume you, fill you with a lust for it or a sick glee at watching others fall... because for those who do, that's nothing but an icy slope, covered in oil..." She looked down at the prisoner, and the boy's axe. "...but I can already tell you're not the type for such depravity. Even despite all the things I imagine this bastard and his friends had done to you during your time together, you didn't draw his death out, didn't butcher him, just made it quick and clean. The only thing I regret is that you had to do it at all at this age, but... if you're going to come with us, it will be a while before we find somewhere safe for you to stay, if the rumors swirling about the place we're sailing are true. There would've been more battles, doubtlessly... and hiding isn't always possible or even practical in the chaos... as much as I hate to say it, I don't think we could've shielded you from this type of situation but for so long...but...if you had to hear it... I figured it better it be told to you now, while we're still facing a threat we know the true magnitude of. It's better if you learned while we were facing a hoard of pirates than while we were facing a gaggle of necromancers and their hoard of undead, or some other unholy abominations..."

"... I'm afraid you're feeling is the weight of a human life." Cadence answered "killing isn't easy, unless you've got a few screws loose or simply have no soul, but no time is ever as hard as the first... at least, that's what my grandfather said. If you can't lift your axe now... I guess it just means that some part of you just isn't ready. but... it is precisely in moments such as those, when the body seizes up, or the mind falters and begins to doubt itself and the situation it's found itself in, that more than ever a warrior must reevaluate just why they are prepared to take the life of their foe, remind themselves of the significance such an act as taking away sons and daughters from from their parents or fathers and mothers from their children carries. Weigh the cost both to themselves, and to those they might be seeking to protect if they lower their weapon... and in that moment, decide whether it is better to express mercy, or exact justice. Just as I did with your friend. So too must you do with this scumlord here... But if you don't feel alright making this choice... you don't have to be the one to do it. I suggested it in the first place. If it's anyone's responsibility to make sure he harms no one else at the end of the day, it would be mine..."

"Heheheheh..." She couldn't help it... she found herself chuckling as the spectacle unfolded yet again, this time with an even bigger and burlier man being hefted... "I'll admit, however you're doing this, it's pretty amazing. Just look at him, a grown men, helpless as a ragdoll in your arms. You're something else, taking his dignity so easily..." She stopped her chuckling though, expression darkening as she took a closer look at just who he had captured... the fucker who'd been giving orders when they first boarded the ship. "I'm afraid we can't spare this one though..." she said, hand on her hilt. "your mercenary friend was one thing, but this guy... he's something else entirely, I can tell from his eyes. I try to break him down, he'll just keep resisting till he ends up dead. And if we just let him go, even stripped of his gear, he'll only find another scumlord captain to take orders from... He's a like a hound, a mad hound, who goes around preying on wandering children. And where I come from, we've only one way to deal with mad hunds..." Move to L13, advocate for Wakin getting the death penalty! (AKA, hold and be savage)