#riffeng

the sound of a dozen or so feet storming relentlessly towards the small area of cavern they'd found themselves sequestered in grows louder, closer. there stands two routes: deeper into the caves, or back the way they came, and she's already dead-set on which direction she's heading. “ me?! ” she wears a deep-set grimace as she peels her stare away from the entryway and towards tristan, features distorted with a heavy confusion. “ if you're so freaked out, sir knight, then go ahead and leave. but i'm not going until i get what i came for. ” who, rather. jade was most assuredly capable of fighting her own way out of a pickle, but there was no force strong enough to keep kit standing on her own doing nothing when she knew she could help. sword at the ready, she positions herself with a wide stance, rolling her shoulders back and blowing a strand of hair from her face. “ brace yourself. ”