It was a strange feeling. An odd, almost scared feeling swept over the red haired warrior. The two now stood inches apart, looking at each other. "Have I met you?" Zachary asked, quirking an eyebrow. He felt as though he had seen her, but couldn't quite click as to why.

"Yes... at least I think we have," she commented, looking at him.

"I'm not sure," Zachary stated as he crossed his arms. "Still, it isn't usual to find someone walking around the desert in black like you are, so hearing you out seems like a good idea," the Replicator stated as he quirked an eye at the woman.

"I need your help," she commented. "I need you to help me stop Vaskalen, the Hellfire Sword," she said.

"How... how do you know about that sword?" the Sorcerer of Blades asked as he quirked his eye again.

"I was... am... his servant. I seek to be free," the woman said.

"And I seek the end this nightmare," the ice mage commented as he clenched his hands into fists. "Take me to the sword!" the Replicator said in a commanding voice as he kept a keen eye on her, looking for any trace of deception. "After all, I don't know where he is."

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Much thanks to Silver for the sweet UBW Sig. ^_^ R.I.P D.o.C. (11/15/1992-1/5/2008)
Zorlo , Zachary Leos, Monroe Vossler, Emile Velos, Luca
I have no regrets, this is my only path.
My whole life was "Unlimited Blade Works."