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Unlike the noble steeds which the other two Odin's Spear members rode upon, Mercy was mounted on top of her (second) favourite canine, Fenrir, the monstrous oversized wolf Celestial Spirit. She lingered behind Anniken, her crimson eyes gleaming with hero worship as she nodded enthusiastically in agreement with the leader's assessment of the monster's cry.
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More to prove herself than any sort of relation to the screech, both Mercy and Fenrir through their heads back in unison and let loose a triumphant howl.
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"Aroooooooo!"

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Ivory Volkov

Recalling her sister's instructions to not take things too seriously, a maniacal cackle let loose from Mercy's throat as her flagpole met its target with a satisfying 'thwack!'. She continued laughing, even as her makeshift weapon was yanked out of her hands, now a permanent fixture of the zombie's visage.
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"Good girl, Freki!" She chirped, clapping her hands together in praise of her trusty canine comrade. The applause was soon ceased as the zombie proved itself to be a festering nest of even more maggots.
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"Eeek!" She squealed, more out of surprise than disgust. However, Mercy did not back away. Not when her brave dog was in the heart of the battle! Biting into that maggot-ridden thing, to boot!
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She had neglected to realise that the maggots were poisonous and so thus brazenly reached out to grasp the end of her flagpole again to immobilise the zombie's head and by extension, it's movements. Even when the maggots swarmed along the length of the flagpole to bite against her forearms, she refused to give up her grip, instead shaking her arms to rid herself of the pests before they could bite her.

Maskface regained his composure quickly, but Mercy was perceptive enough to notice that stuttering. "Make it quick, lowly scrub!" She ordered, swinging a hand with a melodramatic flair.

Fenrir was a lot more cautious than his master, and peered around his surroundings on high alert, baring his teeth at the few members who dared to approach. Together, the master and mage climbed the stairs to enter the bell tower.

There was certain amount of smugness that emanated from having a total stranger bow to him. "Cheers, lowly scrub." She said, flicking him a few Jewels as though tipping a hotel worker. Then, she turned her head and had a real good look at the supposed guild master. Her smug smile contorted into irritation.

"Ha. Ha. You're a real comedian." She turned to the twin, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I said take me to your leader. Not another grunt clone." She began speaking very slowly, as though talking to a particularly slow child. "Guild. Leader. Ya, know. The dude who looks after all you babies." She gestured vaguely to the two Maskfaces.

Sovereign Pale

Mercy was a tad bit too busy to be noticing her immediate danger. Instead, she was playing with Topaz's fur, tickling his ears. That was, until, she finally realised that they were not alone. Slowly, confused pupils rose to meet the boar's glistening ruby eyes.
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"Gullinbursti?" She squeaked in response to Mr Pirate's inquiry, recalling its likeness to a crude tapestry she'd seen in Asgard. Her pupils contracted, taking in the flames that licked the air where it's mane should have been.
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Mercy dropped Mr Pirate back towards the ground – trusting his feline reflexes would cause him to land on his feet. With practiced ease she withdrew a wolf-headed Silver Key, just as the boar began charging towards her.
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"Open the Gate of the Wolf! Fenris!" A monstrous wolf materialised to her side, charging towards the boar to intercept it's trajectory. Successful in diverting the course of the monster's direction, Fenris proceeded to set its jaws upon the boar's neck.
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"Gi'e us some pork chops, Fen!"
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Notorious B.I.G.

Had Fenris been but an ordinary wolf, it would've been sliced in half. Be it as it is, the beast had enough presence of mind of rear back onto its hindlegs as soon as it felt Anniken jump onto its back. As a result, it was able to dislodge the Godfather, tossing its unwanted rider onto the hard dirt below.
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Taking advantage of Anniken's dislodgement – regardless of whether she was on the floor or had managed to land on her feet – Mercy ran up to her sister and performed the most primitive and instinctual thing: punching her sister in the face.
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"This is for trying to hurt my doggo!"
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A.J. Godfrey

MISSION NAME: Bullnappers
CLIENT: McPears, rival farmer family
CHARACTERS: Kin Harle
MISSION BRIEFING: "The McCarrots have done it again! They've stolen our most prized bull so that they can use its healthy genes to mate with their pathetic cows. We need our bull back!" – Johnny McPear

"- And then bam! When I checked the barn, ol' Billy my best bull was gone! Gone I say!" The farmer cried morosely as he paced back and forth the paddock.

Mercy nodded solemnly, her wolf tail swishing behind her as she jotted down notes on a notepad.

"I'm tellin' you lassie, it was definitely that scumbag Pete McCarrot who orchestrated the whole thing! I don't have no proof but I feelin' it in me bones!" To empathise his point, the wizened farmer tossed his straw hat onto the muddy soil and spat onto it.

"Mister McPear, I promise you we'll get back your bull before you know it." The Odin's Spear mage reassured, a mask of empathy plastered on her youthful face. As she spoke, she peered around the paddock. She had taken up the mission under the impression that she would have a partner. Where were they?