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[soulsflight]

(Claire is slightly out of breath and she is wearing an outfit that is a far cry from the one she arrived in. She leans against what looks like a stone pillar, stretching out the muscles in her back.)

I could use an opponent. I can spar all I like against myself, but that won't do me much good.

(Just keep in mind, even without magical powers, she can handle herself just fine. After dusting off her hands, she picks up the communicator and pans the picture, showing that she is right on the edge of the main civilization.)

Bring a weapon. I don't want to be the cause of some tragedy. (Though she will look out for whoever answers her call. This is just her version of "tough love".)

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[timmers]

'This long'? [Annnd, whoa, ok, he wanted an idea of how fast she was, but the answer was apparently, pretty dang fast. He brings his staff up to parry, feeling the impact reverberate in his palms.]

Not a lot of gentlemen where you come from? [He tilts his staff, trying to angle it under her guard.]

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[soulsflight]

It has been five hundred years for me. (Five hundred and twenty one if she counts her whole life.) Not that I was awake for most of it.

(Crystal slumbers are fun like that. Claire aims a a few quick hits at his hands for his daring. No, she doesn't hold it against him at all!)

I've met three? Maybe four?

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[timmers]

[Oh. Did that mean--] Are you one of the gods I keep hearing about? [There seems to be an awful lot of you guys.]

[Hey, all's fair in fights and war. Tim jerks back, flipping to put some space between them and sweeping the staff low at her feet.] That many? Must be a nice world.