http://whiplashings.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] whiplashings.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] concoursec 2010-05-04 09:08 am (UTC)

Upon hearing the rustle of foliage followed by the cries of a monster, Quistis headed in the direction of the sound, curious to see what was going on. It was getting rather late, and barely anyone remained in the Training Area after curfew unless they were making an excursion out to the Secret Area.

Catching sight of the male performing his melee attacks, she waited until he had finished off the fiend before approaching him. She responded to the friendly wave with a small smile, and she tilted her head over in the direction of where the monster previously sat, the space now vacant as it had faded out of existence.

"Impressive work." She complimented. Quistis had always admired the brute strength that melees fighters possessed, their movements exceptionally refined to rely solely on hand-to-hand combat.

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