punches you in the gut

Umber brows knit together, an expression of confusion easily descried upon a visage typically all but brimming with life ( looking into her eyes was like staring at a cemetery, all grey and bleak, solemn ); the warrior stares, perplexed and a smidgen worried for the condition of her armour more than this strange man’s hand – as he had hit her armour rather forcefully.





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