This was definitely the vampire that didn't kill his beloved wife. Rip wasn't even aware Azwel or his estate existed until he purchased her from the slave market!
Despite her speed, Rip doesn't know her way around the grounds in the slightest so it wasn't long before he had her cornered like some animal. For the most part, she'd managed to avoid the thrown projectiles.. Mostly. There had been a few that brushed against her, leaving light gashes and cuts on her arms and upper body, tearing at the dress she wore.
Once he had her cornered, she was cringing and pressing her back against the cool stone, head down and arms crossed over her chest, trying to just keep the remains of the tattered dress she'd been wearing in place to cover herself with.
Rip had her eyes closed when she heard a thump against the ground. She opened her eyes just in time to realize the last weapon he created and threw were heading straight for her. She managed to twist enough that it hit her shoulder, punching through but not hitting anything vital as she gritted her teeth against the pain.
Once she was able to focus again, she realized there were more projectiles being thrown at her... and then she saw Azwel collapsed on the ground before her.
Now she had a choice, flee. Or, stick around and help the idiot. She somehow doubted that whatever wards he had around his estate would be easy to get through. In fact, she doubted she'd be able to leave the grounds.
With that in mind, she quietly grumbled as she held her shoulder and then went over to him, gently pushing against his shoulder with a toe to see if he was still alive.
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Despite her speed, Rip doesn't know her way around the grounds in the slightest so it wasn't long before he had her cornered like some animal. For the most part, she'd managed to avoid the thrown projectiles.. Mostly. There had been a few that brushed against her, leaving light gashes and cuts on her arms and upper body, tearing at the dress she wore.
Once he had her cornered, she was cringing and pressing her back against the cool stone, head down and arms crossed over her chest, trying to just keep the remains of the tattered dress she'd been wearing in place to cover herself with.
Rip had her eyes closed when she heard a thump against the ground. She opened her eyes just in time to realize the last weapon he created and threw were heading straight for her. She managed to twist enough that it hit her shoulder, punching through but not hitting anything vital as she gritted her teeth against the pain.
Once she was able to focus again, she realized there were more projectiles being thrown at her... and then she saw Azwel collapsed on the ground before her.
Now she had a choice, flee. Or, stick around and help the idiot. She somehow doubted that whatever wards he had around his estate would be easy to get through. In fact, she doubted she'd be able to leave the grounds.
With that in mind, she quietly grumbled as she held her shoulder and then went over to him, gently pushing against his shoulder with a toe to see if he was still alive.