"Speak, Hollandaise." She straightened and rubbed her hip and then her arm. "If not now, then after this spar."
Deszeld darted in and clawed Holly's hip before darting back to where she'd been standing.
HP: 13
DMG: 3
The Semblance of Unity
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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