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Resident Evil Brainrot
Jezebel rubs the bruised side of her back as she waits out for the rest of the fight to finish. Her rib cage is just a bruised but not like the entirety of her back. At least she was somewhat useful until being swatted down like some bug. The leftover werewolves have no fighting chance to the numbers of their group. The battle ends with werewolf corpses scatter around the forest ground. Blood sweeps into the dirt and grass from their open wounds; if one where to come upon this scene, they would wonder whether another group of ferocious monsters slaughtered the pack.
The portion of the group she's sticking with have made a bloody mess with their part in the fight. The combined forces of bear and tree seem to be a terrifying duo from the scene that played out. Even Jezebel has bits of blood on her uniform despite not killing any of the werewolves. Alaria did make the fight seem more graceful but all in all, the wolfs stood no chance to the group from the start.
The monk listens in on another of Morgrim's speeches. She wonders if the walking corpse will always say something after each battle. It doesn't bother her; it's actually the opposite. What he conveys makes it sound like she's part of something bigger than her. If this experience wasn't able to convince her teacher that she's learning more about the world, she doesn't know what else would.
Jezebel lets out a tired groan, massaging her aching limbs further. She knows there's probably healers among the group but since she's not bleeding nor did she kill anything, she believes she can pull through with just bruises. Jezebel hums,"I kind of want to sleep after all that jumping and swishing I've been doing. Too much of my magic has been used." She glances at Riktos before whispering to Alaria, "How long do you think he'll be stuck like that? I kind of want him to stay all fluffy and ferocious."
Anaxileah Alstromeria CarpeNoctem1213
The portion of the group she's sticking with have made a bloody mess with their part in the fight. The combined forces of bear and tree seem to be a terrifying duo from the scene that played out. Even Jezebel has bits of blood on her uniform despite not killing any of the werewolves. Alaria did make the fight seem more graceful but all in all, the wolfs stood no chance to the group from the start.
The monk listens in on another of Morgrim's speeches. She wonders if the walking corpse will always say something after each battle. It doesn't bother her; it's actually the opposite. What he conveys makes it sound like she's part of something bigger than her. If this experience wasn't able to convince her teacher that she's learning more about the world, she doesn't know what else would.
Jezebel lets out a tired groan, massaging her aching limbs further. She knows there's probably healers among the group but since she's not bleeding nor did she kill anything, she believes she can pull through with just bruises. Jezebel hums,"I kind of want to sleep after all that jumping and swishing I've been doing. Too much of my magic has been used." She glances at Riktos before whispering to Alaria, "How long do you think he'll be stuck like that? I kind of want him to stay all fluffy and ferocious."
Anaxileah Alstromeria CarpeNoctem1213