[ CATCH-ALL ] the wishes I've made are too vicious to tell

[wiedzminka]

Who: Ciri & various
When: late Oct through end of November
Where: Free Cities, Nocwich, who knows
What: some post-event follow-ups and whatever happens in Nov
Warnings: nsfw, warned for in thread



(( ooc: if you want to do any plotting with Ciri, hmu on plurk @ belleteyn or @ lenafish#3861

happy to write a starter for you if you want one, just lmk! ))

Comments

[warfed]

[An excellent question, given that they have yet to see one another in action— by reputation alone, Petra knows that Ciri can handle herself, and she assumes that Ciri has heard the same of her. As for an answer, however...]

That depends on who you are asking.

[She offers a knowing smile, despite the danger ahead.]

Our contests have yet to decide who is better. The competition is being very fierce.

[wiedzminka]

Ha! That bodes well, then. I've seen Claude's marksmanship on several occasions now, and if you can compete with him, I'm sure your aim will be true.

[ She sounds satisfied by this, even a little amused. It's not that she's not taking the threat seriously, but it's all part of the job. Levelheaded and practical, she points Petra at the problem first, while a ranged weapon is still more useful. ]

Aim for their heads. I've found chopping them off tends to work best, but any manner of destruction should do.

...suppose that goes for most things, honestly.

[warfed]

I would say it does.

[There's something to be said for enjoying the work you do, and Petra seems to be in similarly good spirits. The threat is a serious one, especially for non-combatants, but she is quite confident in their ability to deal with them handily.

She nods in response to Ciri's advice, turning back towards the movement she'd seen in the distance and raising her bow to nock an arrow, readying herself.]

Aiming for the heads, then— I will not be missing my mark.

[The sand up ahead stirs even as she says so, a sandskid pushing up from beneath its surface and baring fangs. No sooner has it appeared than she lets her arrow fly; it finds its mark and can be seen protruding through the roof of the creature's mouth, causing it to let out a high-pitched shriek that cuts through the dry desert air.]