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[CrimsonMoon]

Rori stumbles slightly innthe skirts and curses, ripping out the door and impaling another Lannister soldier through the stomach, he felt a searing pain in his gut but ignored it, already moving on

[Light]

Vein pressed forward, his elbow colliding with a mans face, while he swooped in his blade and slashed open his stomach. "Little animal, don't try too hard now," he called over to Rori.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Just because i'm wearing a damn dress doesn't mean- Ugh, never mind..." He growls, and stalks over the bodies already lining the hallways

[Light]

"You're still... injured," he wiped the flat of his blade against his thigh. He looked like he had mellowed out some, and was walking over the body parts without a look down. "Could throw them... commanders head..." he started to suggest, "would make'em... squirm..."

[CrimsonMoon]

" By the Seven hells, you're..." He blushes and rolls his eyes

[Light]

Vein blinked at him, "... What?" he looked baffled for a moment before he seemed to give up. The sword slid into his belt, and he picked up another from the ground.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori just shrug and awkwardly picks up his skirts," If you dare tell anyone about this-" he growls, but grins and suddenlu approaches Vein, kissing his cheek lightly

[Light]

His shoulders shook a moment in contained laughter, his front teeth latching onto his bottom lip to keep it from spilling out. "Lips... sealed," he said after he had recovered, a wolfish grin on his face.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori pushes Vein's face away, grumbling," Bastard..." Before making his way down the hall

[Light]

Vein followed after him silently, his grin gone as he glanced around and listened to the noise coming from down below. "How long... till reinforcements.... you think?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori shrugs," Days, perhaps," he murmurs," we just need to sit tight and widdle away at their forces like we are."

[Light]

"Sounds.. good," Vein agreed with a nod. "We... should secure a room... and move the chick..."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Her name is Mesa, she is my little sister..." He murmurs and nods," Now we must move rooms, we'll live in the abandoned wing... We must become ghosts, that's how we will defeat them,"

[Light]

"Little chick," he said with a roll of his shoulders; sneaking around was tolerable--better than charging in and taking them all on he supposed. "Right... Little animal... let's get this done..."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Wait- this will take a long time so do not be too hasty," he chuckles

[Light]

"Of course... but I'm bored..." he clicked his tongue.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori sighs, making his way back to the room and quietly dropping on his knees near the bed,"... Mesa?" He calls softly

[Light]

The girl poked her head out from under the bed after a moment of trying to roll towards the edge, a small sneeze escaping her, "M'here,"

[CrimsonMoon]

He gets on his belly, ignoring the pool of lukewarm blood that began soaking the gown and gently grasped her arms, helping her wriggle free," Good, i'm glad your safe."

[Light]

"Are you okay, Rori?" she asked once she had managed to escape the bed. She gave him a once over, and then another, fretting over him.