"But-"
Before Lise could even form a reply, her attention was already taken by yet another barrage of living branches gunning for her location. With a speed that I hadn't seen from her in a while, her arms moved with a deadly grace and precision; a dance of death in a way that she held her stance and form despite her visibly shaky appearance. She was also holding her sword in a two-handed grip; something that I had never seen her do before. For the briefest moments, Lise flashed me a knowing look; a glint in her eye telling me that she understood the message.
Hopefully.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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