Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170423141359

The woman bites her lips. She was an unnatural beauty. The ends of her custom swords, sheathed inside personal scabbards tied on her belt, glowed faint green. She eyed the three with fixed anxiety. 

"So it seems you've found me, Venators." She removes the sword that fastened her sleeve.

"Ooh. Nobody's called us that in a while." Abiathar claps slowly. "To who do we owe the pleasure of naming us?" He asked inquisitively. The girl in armors responds in a huff.

"Raioh. That's what you need to know." She said."Because I can't let you leave this place."