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Winter	Jun 12 2008, 07:17 PM
Advanced Member Posts: 138 Group: Co-Admin Member #5 Joined: June 5, 2008	Indigo tightened her grip on the black metal spear she was holding. Her armor clung slightly as she got up after checking the ground for traces. She kicked the dirt concurring she knew where the prey was heading. The prey was a criminal. Few soldiers had been sent to aid the guards on catching the cursed murderer. She had no idea where others were but she guessed they'd find the traces eventually too. Indigo raised her masked face. A black scarf covered her lower chin and nose, protecting her from breathing any dust. Her arms were covered by shielding bracelets with hooked blades on them, ready to tear the flesh of an enemy. Her hands were shielded with plates causing them to look like metallic bird talons. No stronger shelter was necessary in this case. She was like a beast, there just to kill the one she was after. Soldiers were most commonly called only if they wanted something dead. Everyone knew soldiers were pure butchers. No criminal wanted to have them hunt them down. She calmly walked down the road. Indigo heard noise, indicating a struggle. Someone had gotten to the criminal before her. She was in no hurry either way. Soon the scene was right before her. A guard confronting the criminal. Indigo stopped, assessing the situation. The fear in the murderer's eyes only made her crave for his blood more. Her black armor dimly glowed in the light caused by magic. She smiled at the battle in front of her. Her black robe moved along the wind as she just stood there. Finally she made her move. Indigo needed no words as the power of fire flowed to her spear through her hand, activating her weapon. She raised it slightly, watching it change it's form. Three sharp blades, like a fist of claws, shot out from the tip. From the middle of this deadly fist, a long needle-like spike slowly pushed up. Indigo wasn't a peace maker but when it came to small criminals like this one people usually wanted them alive. "Stop!" She roared. The material of her scarf made her sound almost mechanic and inhuman. Not to mention loud. Who did she direct her roar to? Both of them, maybe none of them. She didn't care. Either the murderer was captured alive or not. Her spear was raised. She was ready to cast a spell, she was ready to swing the deadly weapon towards the criminal...hell even towards the guard if he'd get in the way. Last chance to stop for the murderer.


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