KnightessCiela

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Ciela had become used to acting as Wulfrin's personal security detail at this point. It was basically her brand at this point. She didn't really mind, she just loved being near him. She really loved being out of the bakery for a day. Ever since the end of the raid, she'd been holed up in the bakery for days. She'd been cleaning and scrubbing, and getting rid of her old stock. With Wulfrin taking over most of the crafting these days, she'd finally been able to breathe. She focused on honing her craft, coming up with new menu items, spending time with Wulfrin, and remember what taking an actual

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"She's struggling. Though I did expect a little pushback, I didn't expect this much." * * * Training Perlita; ID: 255469 | CD: 2 Failure! Successful Training Post 2/3 CD Requirement: 7 5 3

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A smirk crept across Ciela's lips as she stared the boss down. "Belregor, you lazy-ass 1hp motherfucker. You wish you could tank damage like my sweet ass can. You think you're borracho beans at a Tex-Mex food truck but you're really just cold pintos at the Baptist Potluck. If there is one thought I want in your mind as you leave Cardinal's sweet domain, I want you to know that I am literally better than you at everything. Dealing damage? Can't hit Yuki for shit. Taking Damage? Gotta resort to 'hide your health bar' mechanics. So long as you keep standing, I will stand too, and my presence will

Ciela tilted her head, smirk spreading like wildfire across her lips as Belregor’s blade came down harder, faster, angrier than before. “Ohhh, that got you to hurt me, huh? Don’t like being emasculated, do ya champ?” Her tone was razor sharp, teasing, each word dipped in venom and mockery. She laughed, low and cruel, letting it ring out just to get under his armored skin. “Too damn bad. All you’re doing is proving my point. I'm packing more than you are.” She stared at him with the confidence of someone who already knew they weren't winning this fight unless she kept his attention, but as long