Shall we?

Alexis felt strangely calm as he faced the white eyed man, despite being aware this might be a fight she could not win.

~Whatever will be, will be.~

She took note of the red stone. It probably spelled some kind of trouble for her, but everything seemed to at some point.

The mercenary chuckled mirthlessly at the assassin‘s ‘offer’.

“You mobilising dozens of your brethren and setting your holy city on fire just to get to a handful of people tells me mercy is not necessarily part of your modus operandi.”

She said, not even sure wether she was speaking Helian of Ozainae.

“Then again the city might not be that holy to you I suppose, shunning one of the three.”

She paused a moment, before continuing.

“Even if it doesn’t concern the ‘Helians’ per se - and I believe it will, sooner rather than later - it unfortunately does concern me. Personally. Besides, claiming it to be yours is quite bold, don’t you think?”

~Well then, Fosia. Guess your hammer is going to be reunited one way or another…~

“Maybe your predecessors should just not have broken it apart if you need it that bad, no?”

Alexis nonchalantly suggested, getting into stance.

“Shall we?”

Really, what did she have left to loose at this point?