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Nyx had followed him back from the battlefield like a loyal soldier would follow their commander, then he had vanished from her sight again. Of course, the reborn female didn't think too heavily about her god's absence considering the intense need to rest her new body inflicted upon her that evening. Not even for a single second had she questioned where Chaoris had gone, she had stopped questioning anything the second she was resurrected. Heck! Any questions from before that point had simply been because sometimes she had not gotten to pursue her worship as devotedly as made her comfortable while running another guild. What had been the name of that other place again? She couldn't recall as it was nowhere near as important to her anymore, she was exactly as she wanted to be, at the beck and call of war, ready to reap bloodshed in his name at any moment. Being this? Felt right, but when she was away from him for too long as caused by leading another guild, things always got in the way of her ultimate goal, to worship him. No longer would she be interrupted!
Coming out perfectly combat ready? Was something assured by being reborn from the hand of the war god, but that did not instantly translate into combat mastery. Finally being among the living again, fighting as one of the living, was going to take some adjustment to, it would take time until she could fight as she could before her first body was taken from her. The only way to reach the peak of her strength again? Was to fight, and she had ventured out around the temple with that goal in mind. "Atuzite." she recognized the figure she walked up behind, though he may not recognize her instantly yet, considering he had always known her as a human spirit in the past. "Fight me." it was likely possible he didn't know her new body at all, she couldn't quite remember if she had gone with when Chaoris brought back what of her old guild was willing to follow, or if she had even known about it. The only thing in the black haired girls mind? Was too soak her claws with blood once more, fight again for the simple feeling of being within combat.
Nyx had followed him back from the battlefield like a loyal soldier would follow their commander, then he had vanished from her sight again. Of course, the reborn female didn't think too heavily about her god's absence considering the intense need to rest her new body inflicted upon her that evening. Not even for a single second had she questioned where Chaoris had gone, she had stopped questioning anything the second she was resurrected. Heck! Any questions from before that point had simply been because sometimes she had not gotten to pursue her worship as devotedly as made her comfortable while running another guild. What had been the name of that other place again? She couldn't recall as it was nowhere near as important to her anymore, she was exactly as she wanted to be, at the beck and call of war, ready to reap bloodshed in his name at any moment. Being this? Felt right, but when she was away from him for too long as caused by leading another guild, things always got in the way of her ultimate goal, to worship him. No longer would she be interrupted!
Coming out perfectly combat ready? Was something assured by being reborn from the hand of the war god, but that did not instantly translate into combat mastery. Finally being among the living again, fighting as one of the living, was going to take some adjustment to, it would take time until she could fight as she could before her first body was taken from her. The only way to reach the peak of her strength again? Was to fight, and she had ventured out around the temple with that goal in mind. "Atuzite." she recognized the figure she walked up behind, though he may not recognize her instantly yet, considering he had always known her as a human spirit in the past. "Fight me." it was likely possible he didn't know her new body at all, she couldn't quite remember if she had gone with when Chaoris brought back what of her old guild was willing to follow, or if she had even known about it. The only thing in the black haired girls mind? Was too soak her claws with blood once more, fight again for the simple feeling of being within combat.
