My teacher strict as he was caring nurtured me to better wield the knife he presented and more so made me as his extension. I became a mage skilled in practicality, wrathful in combat, yet wise in threading my path, but even I had limitations. I wasn't creative nor crafty, and my master never once cared, he didn't raise me to be his replacement, yet I yearned to be one
"Bluargh!!!" In the aftermath of her surprise ambush, Quon finds herself spatting blood as well internal holy damage in the mix
"Well, isn't this quite amusing? Your attack did pose a threat. But what was the cost? Did you wonder about my response?"
