[With a humorless hum, Ban stepped towards Sieglinde, his long white hair casting a messy crop over his shoulders--sweat helping it cling to his cheeks once he drew close. Ban, holding a broken leather whip in one hand, looked from her to the rune. She didn't seem to be moving. Clad in his dark red armor, one could barely see the blood that caked the plates he wore.]
Are you sure~?
[The hum in his voice became a lie. Ban was left wondering why she was so relaxed--yet, doing nothing.]
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Are you sure~?
[The hum in his voice became a lie. Ban was left wondering why she was so relaxed--yet, doing nothing.]