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Instead of moving to land a follow-up for her hard strike to Mercy’s body, Anniken stood by. Wedging her index and middle finger around the cigarillo within her mouth, she took a slow drag of its fumes. Smoke burning her throat and lungs, she exhaled another translucent smog, and breathed the remainder out of her nose.
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Given that the monstrous wolf was directly in between her line of sight Anniken, Mercy wasn't able to identify the specifics of what had happened. All she knew was that she'd managed to kick Fenrir out of her way, as if he was no more than an angry yapping chihuahua. The wolf staggered to the side with a canine whine. [break]
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"God damn it!" Mercy cried, balling her hands into fists as she glared impudently at the Godfather. [break]
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Had her thigh had not been injured, nor the bruise on her chest making it hard to breathe, Mercy would have successfully been able to dodge Anniken's blades. Instead, she twisted on the spot such that her left arm received the brunt of the diagonal slashes. As crimson warmth began extruding forth from her cross shaped incisions, Mercy's face contorted into further agony but she refused to make any sounds. No screaming. Ignore it. Ignore it.[break]
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"Fenrir!"[break]
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The wolf had repositioned itself at Mercy's side and was charging towards Anniken once more, intent on tackling the Godfather to the ground, swords and all.[break]
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A.J. Godfrey

Much to nobody surprise, Shale Town was Mercy's favourite place to wander around in. Its citizens and location were part of Odin's Spear territory, she felt most safe and in control here, despite its cold, metal exterior. She was striding merrily down a footpath, twirling a ring of silver keys around her finger. In fact, she was too absentminded to notice the furry obstacle in her path.

One moment she was running through combat strategies in her head – the next moment she found herself faceplanting onto the ground. With a sickening crack! the cartilage in her nose broke. As facial injuries tend to bleed a lot, a warm stream of crimson began spewing forth from her nostril.

"What the Helheim!" She cried, scrambling back to her feet with in intention of giving the furry mass a good kick – when she released it was not a furry mass, but a furry kitty.

"Kitty!" The teen squealed, emotions flipping from outrage to excitement, transforming her face into a bloodied mess of smiles.

Notorious B.I.G.

Her incoherent battle cry morphed into a strangled laugh as she felt her dagger sink satisfyingly into flesh. It had driven straight to through, with the blade poking out on the other side. Mercy made the mistake of trying to wretch it out again, and was therefore too slow to react to Anniken's retaliation.
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"Swina bqllr!" (pig penises) She cursed, initially out of more anger than pain. The impact against her solar plexus made her bones shudder to the point that Mercy wondered if her chatter teeth were still attached to her gums.
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While Mercy was rather disheartened to be labelled as 'adorable', she felt torn by the contrasting pride that blossomed from Anniken's approval. It didn't matter if her teeth had fallen out – she had the fangs!
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Baring said canines in a grin, which looked more like a grimace given the newest bruise on her torso, Mercy twirled out a lupine-themed Silver Key from her waist as she staggered back. "Open the Gate of the Wolf! Fenris!" Bounding forth from the silver magic seal that formed in front of her would be the hulking shape of the legendary son of Loki, who adopted an identical expression, baring its fangs viciously at Anniken as it attempted to wrestle the elder Godfrey to the ground.

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A.J. Godfrey

Ahhh that's perfect! i love the idea of a theivery mission haha. i'll start the thread soon and tag you when i'm ready!

Hiya Smiley!

I was thinking that a temporary team-up, perhaps forced together by a mission, would bring Mercy and Kin together! Mercy is still a teen and tries real hard to be a serious and dignified grownup most of the time. However, I don’t think it would take much for Kin's mischievous antics to bring out the immature side of Mercy, who would defs be up for cheeky escapes and shenanigans (as much as she'd hate to admit it). I think something like that could come about by some sort of ridiculously mischievous mission. For some reason I see Kin trying to convince Mercy to do a prank, whilst Mercy struggles against her willpower not to give in and do it.

Mercy's stab attempt was fuelled more with emotion than rationality. Thus her dagger met Anniken's sword with a harsh cacophony that she felt in her bones. Her grip on Gram Jr did not relent, even as she got the wind knocked out of her as the flat of Fortune's blade painfully met her ribs. It was enough to bruise, but not break bones.
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But Mercy was stubborn, if anything. In a desperate attempt to succeed at something with her dagger, Mercy slashed at Anniken's arm with her dagger as she was knocked to the side.
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"Yaaaah!"
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A.J. Godfrey