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Chrys smirks and looks Fionn straight on, his teal eyes reminiscent of the stormy sea. "Chrysos. And you might be?" His own accent flows forth as his hair seems to get brighter - the ardent fire reignited in his soul.

As he twirls his swords and reloads them, tossing Dust cartridges into the air and catching them with the chambers of his revolvers, he bites his lip in anticipation and looks Fionn up and down, allowing himself some thoughts of what could only be described as promiscuous.

"Ooh, nice spear. Has daddy come to put this bad boy in his place?" He jokes, taunting Fionn softly as he licks his lip, eyes growing sultry as he crouches to the ground in a ready position.