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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I invented it after this damned Romanian wizard put me in the hospital during a duel. Showed him next time we dueled." Dora sighed and rolled back over and sheathed her knife before reaching for the handle of the blade, holding it above her, completely ignoring her legs. "So what all does it do when charged?" She asked curiously.

"I know nothing," she intoned, though she kept an eye on him as he used his wand on her. She levered herself up more sitting and winced reflexively at her legs, more at the sight than anything. "Well that's a bitch," she said, wiggling her toes. She tugged up the fabric a bit on one side, wrinkling her nose. "I can hold still. I'm not really feeling it yet. And my vanity would appreciate the lack of scars, please." She eyed him as he fixed the bump on her head, which had been her biggest worry up til then, if she were honest, even though her arm still slowly bled.

She lay back down, leaving her legs half bent and accessible in front of her while she went back to studying the sword a few inches from her face. "Well they started to go wrong when I locked and warded my trunk and didn't grab my robe and boots beforehand," she stated matter of factly. "You had the advantage on me from the start with that. That, and you had the home ground."