Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-26362067-20150918210854

The thief didn't respond to Lyko, scrambling away from the boy with fear in his eyes.

With a roll of her eyes, Hebline bonked the man on the back of the head with Judgment, still in full form. Fortunately for the idiot magician, she didn't hit hard enough to shatter the skull, and he slumped to the ground unconscious instead of with a nice dent in his head.

"I don't think I ever properly introduced myself," the Huntress said to Lyko, as if nothing had happened. "Hebline," she stated. There was no point in the usual greeting--they'd already been acquainted. "And you're right to note I'm a 'hell of a fighter', as you put it. You're not too shabby yourself; you've obviously had training. Combat school, perhaps?" Hebline inquired, holding her staff diagonally in her left hand, the end in front of her a few inches from the ground and the other end sticking out behind her, a little above her head.

Honestly, she was surprised Lyko hadn't noticed her scars yet. She'd never made any attempt to conceal the mass of scarred tissue on her arms and back, and they were often the first thing noticed, along with her short height. The Huntress was a bit miffed the boy wasn't at least staring a little, if not outright asking about them (though she got the sense he was a bit too polite to do the latter).

(I'm gonna skip Kaili. There's not much to do with her.)