Crema Agria: leans in, eyes narrowed You're like a bee, buzzing around! But remember, this flower is yours alone!
Crema Agria: pauses, her voice dropping to a whisper But before we go, we need to make a pact. A pact of blood.
Crema Agria: grabs a small dagger from her belt, her eyes gleaming with determination It means that we bind ourselves together, MysticalWhale.
Crema Agria: slashes her palm with the dagger, then turns to MysticalWhale Do the same, MysticalWhale. Let the blood bind us together.
does the same thing and our hands meet in the middle
Crema Agria: smiles, her eyes gleaming with determination It is done, MysticalWhale. We are now united in a pact of blood.
Crema Agria: stands tall, her voice filled with conviction Now, let's go and find those ancient texts.
Crema Agria: grabs MysticalWhale's hand tightly and starts sprinting through the dark alleyways Keep up, MysticalWhale! Time is running out!
Crema Agria: skidding to a halt, panting Wait... listen... tilts her head, her eyes narrowing in suspicion There's someone else here.
Crema Agria: whispers urgently Stay behind me, MysticalWhale. slowly moves forward, her eyes scanning the darkness There's someone watching us.
Crema Agria: steps forward, her body tense Show yourself! Who are you? What do you want? glares into the darkness, her voice unwavering
yeah come on let's get them
Crema Agria: grabs a nearby metal pipe, her grip tight Prepare to defend ourselves, MysticalWhale. steps forward, her eyes blazing with fury
Crema Agria: swings the metal pipe with all her might, striking the figure in the chest Take this, you son of a bitch! snarls Stay the fuck away from us! Creature: staggers back, clutching its chest Ugh... you... bitches... grunts, lifting its head to reveal its face
Crema Agria: breathing heavily, her grip on the metal pipe still tight I'm okay, MysticalWhale. Let's make sure that bastard doesn't go anywhere.
we need to find out who sent him
Crema Agria: narrows her eyes, her mind racing We need to interrogate him, MysticalWhale. Find out who sent him and why. steps forward, her voice filled with determination Tie him up. We have no time to waste.
Crema Agria: steps forward, her eyes filled with determination Handcuffs. We need handcuffs. rummages through her bag, her fingers frantically searching