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The surprise was not that the ground spat out a dozen or so armed arsonists. It was that she was right to be suspicious in the first place. So it took her a half second to react but then she was up and hollering. "ATTACK, ARSON, SABOTAGE!" With the warning heard loud and clear she hoped to deny...

"Oh, yeah..." Hellen's voice was so heavy with sarcasm it could anchor a ship in a storm. "Everybody loves it when the Booters come knocking at your workplace." Her refusal to refer to The Guard as anything but "Booters" was a habit she had picked up while in prison. There was little distinction...

It was almost too much to resist saying *Captain fuck-muscles over there!* but Hellen, despite her willfulness, was not without restraint. The race was about to start so she positioned herself where she felt she could be of most use, next to Arn. If he got hammered then they were done. The...

She did not like to admit it but Arn made a very good point. Knocking people off might be fun. "Okay, you've twisted my arm." With a stern playfulness she snatched the large shield up from its resting place and hefted it over her shoulder by the handle. It was large and wooden. She considered...

Her eyes widened at the thought. "Maybe. It depends on which one we got." The Dreadlords as a class were famously callous even since the revolution. Hellen disliked the idea of working too close with them. She knelt in front of Skyler but did not make any motions to assist. "From what I hear...

Hellen briefly smiled at the idea of Skyler being lashed to the front of the chariot. She was so eager to protect others, why not be a literal shield for a while? "That could work!" She drolled allowing only the vaguest hint of interest to show in her voice. "And Rhory could pull the chariot."...

She almost gagged. Chummy already. Her spine grated as Skyler introduced her. Much as she appreciated the practicality of others skills she did not think much of her upbeat attitude. "Oh, the sharp end." She muttered to herself after Davi's obvious tip. "I'm so glad you're here to tell us these...

Any farther from the river and Hellen would have flat refused the plea for water but as it was she quietly dumped her remaining skin into the bucket carefully but prudently beside Skyler. Her hands were bloody, the light cloth layers that warded the sun held splatters of red from the attack. She...

The night played tricks on you. Messed with your head. If you ever wanted to know wether humans should stick to daylight or night time then all you had to do was stay awake until the sun went down completely. The world felt wrong after that. Hellen had grown comfortable in that space of...

"Fine!" Hellen sighed, lazily getting up and making the most half effort salute she could muster. Her face held no expression except a vague sense of being tired or bored. "I'll be on the roof of anything happens." She carried her longsword in her hands as she ascended the stairs and the attic...

Hellen watched patiently as the scene unfolded. She kept her distance and was not surprised in the least when Polt miscounted. She had no idea what this whole thing was supposed to prove except that money needed to be spent on something. *This is lame* She thought to herself. The idea of this...

Dull eyes fell on Arn's enthusiasm. "No thanks." Helen's voice had the most remarkable quality of sounding hoarse no matter how tired she seemed to be. She found herself a spot by the fire and began to tend it, heaping logs until it roared up the great spout. Then she sat and looked into it...

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