#fluula

You stalk out of your ablution chamber, rubbing at the sore muscles of your shoulder. Taking your recently acquired metal arm off when you had to go wash was fine and all, but putting it back on always left a rather unpleasant ache in your shoulder.

The one who'd affixed you with such a limb said that was normal for a little while, though, and that was probably the only thing that was preventing you from going out and killing them. Sighing, you make your way back to your respiteblock, plopping down onto your desk's chair and logging into Trollian.

Sadly...you don't have many 'friends', so you're left with a rather empty contact list to choose from. You narrow your eyes and run your claws through your now shorter hair before just letting the program choose a random troll for you to talk with.

You immediately let out a hiss of irritation when the other's username comes up a disgusting shade of teal. Fucking perfect.

sovereignSculpter [SS] began trolling bovineMassacre [BM]

SS: ∩-/-\ Oh, lovely.

SS: ∩-/-\ /-\ l/-\nddweller.

LENOTO. RISE UP.

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((Good job, Fluula. You just helped your murder victim go godtier~ XD))

((And though the Sylph class is more than likely a female-only class, we still aren't 100% sure yet. So enjoy the slightly altered (sleeves & wristbands) Sylph outfit I made for male players in the meantime.))

((Just ministrife godtier sprites for my trolls. Because I was bored. XD))

Of course, the second you think that, you spot the more vibrant hue of your caste floating a few feet away from a school of fish. You turn your nose up at her outfit, an obvious attempt to emulate their current Empress.

How distasteful.

The troll looks like an easy enough kill. All thin, wiry muscle and nothing really powerful-looking about her. Then again, you probably shouldn't judge so quickly. Certain trolls could have enormous strength despite their appearance. You would try to make this quick, then.

Swimming as quietly as you were able, you position yourself behind a good-sized outcropping of rocks. Your rival doesn't turn. You grin with your serrated teeth, before lunging and kicking the others' head into the rocks she'd been scoping the school of fish from. She retaliates, obviously. But after the crack to her skull, she's not as coordinated as she would've been otherwise. She lands a punch here and there, and even has the audacity to draw your blood.

...You draw more with a few good stabs and slashes with your daggers.

Blood swirling all around the two of you, you end the fight by plucking out a simple harpoon from your strife deck, and plunge it into her shoulder. She claws and shrieks at you in her pain, but another crack to the skull against the undersea cliffs quiets her down soon enough. You don't remove the harpoon, instead choosing to dig the protruding end into the cliff face, essentially nailing her to the rock by her shoulder.