originally posted in:The New Dojo
Aria takes the opportunity to stab Jeremiah in the stomach. She then backed away and sat down.
"Okay... First blood... Get over here so I can heal you."
She was panting heavily and obviously was looking to end the match.
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[b]Jeremiah chuckles slightly, looking down at the wound which hadn't gone to deep to his armor [/b] "You rely to much on your so called miracles."
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"This trip has left me out of practice, but even then, I do have trouble engaging armored targets in close combat. No miracles can cut through armor, and I've never had very good weapons. Where can I buy some here?" Aria did not realize it before, but as an undead hailing from a land of hollows, souls were her only currency. Nobody would accept souls here, in this civilized land. "Oh... It seems I may not be able to afford them. Well, then, I can heal you, anyway." She holds her chime and utters a short prayer.
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"You can talk to Zane. He's the dojo blacksmith."