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HP: 30
Azure was floating out of the healing camps when she saw it. A carnie. She was disgusted, the way they flounced about pretending like the war was a joke. And any follower of that insane god Venezia was no different. This was her chance to prove to them that the cursed were a force to be reckoned with. This was her time to strike. Pulling out one of her throwing knives, she tread silently across the field before hurling the blade at the follower's back.

HP: 27
Azure grinned smugly behind her mask when her blade hit its mark. Watching the seething carnie turn around, she brought herself into a fighting stance. However, she had not anticipated just how furious he was. She had barely seen it. The blade. When it buried itself into her neck, near her collarbone, she had to clench her teeth to keep from screaming. Placing one razor-sharp hand on her neck, and the other grasping the hilt of the knife, she slowly pulled the blade from her neck, in the way one might pull an arrow out of a target. Rage swirled in her colorless eyes, and she took a moment to stare at the blade, and at her black claw-like hand that was now coated with her clear blood. Snarling at the carnie, she flicked her blood at him before sending his own knife sailing toward the pit of his stomach. The blade flipped vertically as it sliced through the air, and Azure never broke her concentration. She had let her rage get the better of her, so she could only pray on behalf of her god, that it would hit its mark.


[Oh goodness, you wouldn't believe how much I understand. I hope things get better for you <33 And I love archery, so that's why I described what I did.]

HP: 26

Azure was pleased with her hit, and took pleasure in watching his surprise overcome him. His desperation made him so predictable. Azure simply watched as he flung the blade back at her, and moved swiftly to catch it. The shining blade spun right into her hand, but taking a good slice at her too. Glowering up at the carnie, she floated swiftly up to him, staring down at him intimidatingly. Her cold glance searched him for another possible attack, but he seemed to be void of such intention. Handling the knife in a downward position, she made a curved swipe, and aimed for his ribs.