For luck, [Freya echoes back, adoration in her look despite the scale of what they were about to fight. She had no idea what that something was, but if it was like Mateus...]
[The taller woman grips the spear in her right hand as Pen steps away, swinging it from her shoulder and twirling it once over her hand, the blades shinking out during the motion. And from here, it's all Pen.]
[Freya recoils a bit in the face of the wall of stench, but that won't be enough to make her back down, not after everything she's fought through. Freya grins back at the towering, rotting... creature, doing her best not to taste the acrid air.]
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[The taller woman grips the spear in her right hand as Pen steps away, swinging it from her shoulder and twirling it once over her hand, the blades shinking out during the motion. And from here, it's all Pen.]
[Freya recoils a bit in the face of the wall of stench, but that won't be enough to make her back down, not after everything she's fought through. Freya grins back at the towering, rotting... creature, doing her best not to taste the acrid air.]
They sent you a real winner, didn't they?