[IRP] The First of Many

[Cevian]

Orica watches her heavy projectile run forward. Satsume ended up taking a couple of hard wounds as he hit a couple of bandits, but in the end he slammed their heads together. He was in pain, but the bandits were down. He won that encounter.

Orica saw the Vulnerary laying there on the ground from where Kalin had tossed it. She pulled her spear out of the dead bandit and picked it up, walking over to Satsume. "You see, this is the pain of rushing in to things without the strength to back them up. If you want to protect me, then protect me. Do not ask for help."

She held the healing item up over him, as if taunting him with it. "The strength of working together does not come from endangering yourself for no reason. I could take that meteor. I provoked him to fire it at me because I know I could. You pushed me down. Left me briefly defenseless all for the opportunity to protect me. That is not strength. That is arrogance. That is weakness. I hope this punishment has engrained into your mind that you must be strong to fight along side me."

She dropped the vulnerary before him and turned to stab at a Bandit that was attempting to use her monologue against her.