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Learning to Fend for Yourself
After a brief absence from the Nexus, Hunter has returned. He is still without his magic, as evident by the growth of hair on his head and not being covered by tattoos or piercings. However, Hunter does not have one tattoo, a freshly-created recreation of the rose bush tattoo on his left forearm.
Hunter seems to be deep in thought, as he taps a pencil on a large sketch book with one hand. His other hand is playing with a protection rune hanging from his neck.
"If you had to face a foe that has abilities you do not... how would you prepare yourself?" Something about his question might clue a listener to the fact that this is not hypothetical.
Hunter seems to be deep in thought, as he taps a pencil on a large sketch book with one hand. His other hand is playing with a protection rune hanging from his neck.
"If you had to face a foe that has abilities you do not... how would you prepare yourself?" Something about his question might clue a listener to the fact that this is not hypothetical.
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"Well, I'd first try and find out as much as I could about them.." She gonna probably start quoting The Art of War and such soon. "Know Thy Enemy and all that." She adds and then smiles friendly like and offers her hand to shake. "Ahem, I'm Ashlynn, by the way. Mrs. Ashlynn Aalish Sinclair." She states politely. "Perhaps I can be of assistance?" She asks warmly and with a tad bit of concern naturally in her tone.
After all, she was a Healer and peacekeeper first and foremost and if there was gonna be a fight...
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He sighed. "Listen. I don't mean to be rude. But she is able to hurt me at quite a distance with her magic. And I wouldn't want to endanger anyone else."
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she blinks and nods slightly, "Ah.." She states and frowns not happy about the idea of him being hurt at all. "Sounds like..ya..need something that could maybe deflect or send what she sends at ya back toward the caster. " She murmurs softly rubbing her chin. If this woman was anything like the wicked sort of witches back home. She could only imagine the kind of crap and pain he's had to deal with. A good lot of them abused their gifts and could be petty nasty pieces of work.