Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131115144103/@comment-27603392-20131127124835

"Brat." Tilted her head to one side, she mumbled the word, eyes narrowed.

Sirce has seen the brat fought, in both classes and on the field, and she would give him for that. But he, in no way, was capable of holding his own, especially in the place she has been living for years.

As the mercenary about to step over the chopped off stump, an arrow embedded itself near the root just underneath his foot, pierced through the snake's eyes and left it hanging. It was a Black Mamba, the possibly most poisonous around and even though it was hibernating, the little creature would probably not enjoy being stepped on.

"Tiny and deadly, just like little T." Was her only comment before Sirce walked over to get her arrow - luckily there was no venom on it, before walking over to the tree house.

"Skin it, fairy." The dead rabbit covered in snow was thrown at Crystal, hitting her in the face as the brunette left to find another target.