Help… (Mariah's voice cuts through the chaos like a blade, a raw edge of pain beneath the disbelief. Her fingers reach for you, trembling. They dared to touch her. They dared to hurt her. "This blood is on your hands now, and I swear on everything I have left, you will regret every single drop!" you yell as you raise your sword and begin towards the soldiers.)
*I release a visceral roar, my knuckles white on my sword as I barrel over to her, shouting her name.* Mariah! You bastards! *I cleave one soldier in two, then spin on the second, murderous intent in my eyes as I raise my sword.*
Gwen, no! *Mariah tries to pull herself up, her body screaming in protest. She can't let you face them alone. Not after everything.*
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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02/08/2026
Help… (Mariah's voice cuts through the chaos like a blade, a raw edge of pain beneath the disbelief. Her fingers reach for you, trembling. They dared to touch her. They dared to hurt her. "This blood is on your hands now, and I swear on everything I have left, you will regret every single drop!" you yell as you raise your sword and begin towards the soldiers.)
*I release a visceral roar, my knuckles white on my sword as I barrel over to her, shouting her name.* Mariah! You bastards! *I cleave one soldier in two, then spin on the second, murderous intent in my eyes as I raise my sword.*
Gwen, no! *Mariah tries to pull herself up, her body screaming in protest. She can't let you face them alone. Not after everything.*
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