[Now as much as Shuten loves to fight and be surrounded by men and she doesn't doubt Stephen's skill in the mystic arts, she has enough discretion to know that it's better to end a fight practically rather than drawing it out.
(If it had been a certain GOLDEN hunk of a man, she'd be happy to go all out, all night, preferably, but yeah, what are you gonna do)
So she ditches the sword and has one of her gourds appear, popping off the top. Beowulf looks confused at first and that's his first mistake, pausing. Because a cloud of purple smoke hits him in the face, obscuring his vision and making him cough. That's enough for her as she uses that as a distraction to make several leaps towards the enemy sorcerer and lands right behind him.]
Gotcha~.
[And he gets some alcoholic and violet fumes in his face. All yours Stephen.]
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(If it had been a certain GOLDEN hunk of a man, she'd be happy to go all out, all night, preferably, but yeah, what are you gonna do)
So she ditches the sword and has one of her gourds appear, popping off the top. Beowulf looks confused at first and that's his first mistake, pausing. Because a cloud of purple smoke hits him in the face, obscuring his vision and making him cough. That's enough for her as she uses that as a distraction to make several leaps towards the enemy sorcerer and lands right behind him.]
Gotcha~.
[And he gets some alcoholic and violet fumes in his face. All yours Stephen.]