A flash of silver and the cold blade of Azazels sword was touched to his throat.
"If you hurt Lord Thrackerzod I will rend the meat from your bones and bind you to walk at my side as a skeletal slave until you wear your legs to dust." She said coldly.
"And then you will crawl."
"If you hurt Lord Thrackerzod I will rend the meat from your bones and bind you to walk at my side as a skeletal slave until you wear your legs to dust." She said coldly.
"And then you will crawl."
WG: (muttering under breath) Well, excuse me, princess...
Wonder, with a sword to his neck, was not scared of the situation he was in. He dealt with a full-scale alien invasion, what's a sword to his neck? But still, he had to oblige with Azazel's threat.
WG: (sighs) Fine...
Wonder, with a sword to his neck, was not scared of the situation he was in. He dealt with a full-scale alien invasion, what's a sword to his neck? But still, he had to oblige with Azazel's threat.
WG: (sighs) Fine...
-zayne would be walking
"I do not take kindly to bring addressed as princess. In this reality, fanciful titles like that mean little, as my country does not exist here." She bowed her head for a moment in a silent prayer.
WG: I get it. You hate being called a princess.
"Were we in my empire I might allow you to refer to me as such, but clearly, we are not." She pulled a chair away from a table, sitting in it while flattening her skirt, crossing her Legs
As Azazel was saying that, Wonder couldn't help but think of witty responses. But, he wouldn't say them. He figured that she's really miffed by this point.
WG: So, what now? Do we wait for that...thing?
WG: So, what now? Do we wait for that...thing?
"I'm thinking of taking a nap," She yawned. "I already grow bored without the prospect of meeting Akira."
"I believe she may be the daughter of one of the gods, they seem to favor her. They blessed a wonderful weapon for her, mine only-" her speech was interrupted by swearing and complaints from her blade
WG: Daughter? Can't be.
He heard the constant swearing of the sword.
WG: What's going on with your weapon?
He heard the constant swearing of the sword.
WG: What's going on with your weapon?
"Oh, he envies the way I talk about the saw," she sighed, stroking the hilt to calm him.
-i walk past wg and the women-
WG: But...swearing? That's uhhh...
She must've had a hard time with...this, he thought.
WG: Listen, I'm kinda sorry about earlier. You know, about me killing the unicorn god and calling you princess in this situation.
She must've had a hard time with...this, he thought.
WG: Listen, I'm kinda sorry about earlier. You know, about me killing the unicorn god and calling you princess in this situation.
-zayne would stop-"hello"
Suddenly feeling criminally illiterate, Azazel looked at Zayne. "Yes?"
"where the hell are we"
WG: Some game called "Prison Panic."
Azazel nodded, remaining silent to Watch Zayne.
-they would both notice im carrying duel rapiers-
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