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Finally, Elara’s voice had broken the eerie silence that arose from Ingrid’s discovery. Easing up a bit, she moved her gaze towards her voice, “Very.” She added, her voice carrying obvious frustrations. Finished with her investigation she pivoted fully towards Elara,“Still, ma chérie, I’m glad you could make it.” Her voice rising into warming tones as she leaned in for two friendly pecks across Elara’s cheeks. Seeing as she had brought food, she had to decline, however, “I appreciate the thought, but I’m not very hungry. Hold onto it, will you?”
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Returning to more serious matters, she folded her arms, and meandered back towards Diana. She had spent a great deal of time on this mission and had little to show for it, in fact, most of her clues had been directly attached to the massacre of deers in the area, “Sadly, it's far from the first. I’ve found a great deal of harts, hinds, and fawns killed like this… it’s . One of those arrows should do the trick–straight through the heart no less.” It was the method that taunted Ingrid to no end, she found it so churlish, so degrading.
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Opening Diana’s door, she finally decided to drop her worrying conclusion, “Someone else is after the hind, it seems, and to give undue charity, they seem to lack the sense to understand what it is they’re actually after. This hunter is more than content to slay every deer until they’ve gotten the right one.” While not entirely charitable, Ingrid simply didn’t want to imagine malice where she could apply incompetence; even if said incompetence was applied entirely maliciously.
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Faced with the question of whether or not she was to drive, she smiled, “Of course. I’d hardly expect us to trod through this terrible, muddy landscape.” She was clearly as far away from her element as she possibly could. In the corner of her eye, she caught a brief glimpse of a sparkle. Wasting no more time, she slid behind the wheel. More definitive than banter about how awful the British lowlands were, she spun the car around so that the passenger door was no more than a step from Elara. Upon opening the door, Elara would be greeted by a vintage 35mm camera, “Be Careful, it’s a rental.”

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It was always nice to be around someone in sync with yourself. Though entirely different in methodology, interests, even food tastes, Ingrid and Elara were good at being united. Tonight it was unity in righteous anger, revenge for the slaughtered fauna. So when the barrage of arrows rained out Elara felt a sort of relief. Frustration, sure, that she was being thrust into another fight, a fight that was probably avoidable, but still- relieved that the enemy had announced themselves so soon. Ingrid was likely more frustrated having been out here for a few days though, and so Elara would take no leisure in this retribution, and little joy. It would be concise.

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She leaned off the window from her camera stance and stowed the vintage tool in that little nook most cars had between the gear shift and the arm rest. No, Ingrid took off at speed and was maneuvering with her useful flair. Elara grabbed the camera as the car went nearly sideways and deposited it in her inventory. She was getting good at sending and retrieving things from it quickly anyways- Eel had always been good at loot management in the games she played. With that done she stilled herself and refrained from talking, though she didn't have much to say. Though their attacker was on the hunt, so was Elara.

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Diana went invisible, the tell-tale chiming of otherworldly prismatic crystal halting. All Elara heard was the whistle of wind as they wove through trees, Ingrid moving quickly in between trees and fanning out from their original starting location. She heard the thud of something against a tree they'd passed some time ago. Nearly a minute in stealth and still no hide nor hair, until the slight sound of something against ground. Running. Someone between the trees- for legs? Elara finally caught sight of the centaur, still moving and repositioning. She was a skilled shooter. Regardless, the undetectable pair got close enough for Elara to be in operable range. There would be plenty of time to attack, so for now she would hamper her prey.

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Elara's eyes glowed and an illusory visage overtook her own, rotting skin and bone, jagged fangs, milky, sunken eyes in long-dead sockets. Elara wasn't sure how using Anathema from a hidden place would work, but she was certain their opponent would see it. They certainly reacted as such. It was too dark and just far enough away Elara didn't see her expression at being haunted by something vaguely resembling the myriad of creatures she had killed, but her startled moved and quick turns were enough to confirm. She was moving scared, a little less focused in her circling of the battleground, the bow-woman made as if to retreat, but turned on four heels and with a flourish released an arrow before zagging away into the forest, a little slower than before.

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The sound-dampened thud made Elara glance around warily. She leaned out and looked to the side of the car, closer to the back. The arrow shaft protruded from where a gas tank might have been on this vehicle if it weren't a hard light construct. "Hells..." Was the huntress reading the air waves or something? Maybe her instinct was just that good. A daunting foe indeed.

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Elara used Anathema - Centaur Huntress is [Guilt-Ridden] and [Hindered]

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