Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-29038468-20190616232239

"I suppose we can solve that puzzle later, there are more pressing matters at hand." I state throwing my head back and letting a sigh escape. "It's certainly gotten noisy in here..." I mutter pulling my sword out and walking over to the others ready to fight.

"Still using your claws for battle Carrion? I'd figured you'd found other times to bear those and honed your sword arm in the time I was away." Pir'e says standing beside her. Pir'e's eyes are searching the opponent, ready to find minute details and exploit them at a moment's notice.

Ophelia waits. She waits for the mass of fuzzy detail to form. She waits for something in the back of her mind that she expects to see. After all, in her current form, she'd have far vaster knowledge of things, even that outside of her general knowledge. All she had to do was wait for it.