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[Merci d'Rue]

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He had improved and tho that is what every General desired of their soldiers, Merci was not thrilled with the taste of dirt in her mouth as she slowly rose panting. He had disarmed her and she had stumbled, her pride bruised slightly. She glared at her feet then glared at Langois with all the fury of an icy storm.

Do not take this as anger for him, she could not deny the fact that all that they worked for was so that every soldier would rival the best, that they all were the best. Yet it still stung the taste of dirt, the grime now between her nails.

Later that eve, as she strung laces thru her corset her mind at rest pondering the events , she pulled a blood red string carefully thru the lacings. Pull it tight she said as the maids hands moved over the lacings... for this one is for my loss to Langois today and my punishment I shall feel with every breath in my body...

The maid shook her head such oddities were common of her mistress, and as she fit the gleaming armour onto Merci's tightly controlled frame she saw once more the grim determination upon Merci's face once more. She smiled softly, go easy on Lord Langois, mistress....

A smirk crossed the wrathful face of Merci, I shall be as gentle as the coldest wind that freezes the heart. As gentle as the soft nip of a sword to the belly...Aye I will be gentle...

Sleep well in your repose this eve my friend, let warmth surround you. For the bitter chill of my blade shall meet thee again and we shall see who sucks upon the sweet soil of Umbra.

She laughed....it was good to have friends..like he.

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May destiny guide you...