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[salvationfound]

[Locked to Martel]

Martel, I have something of importance to speak with you about.

Meet me in the forest.

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[martelandmany]

[She doesn't answer. No answer is necessary, really. Soon she's stepping into the forest, all her senses alert. She smells him nearby... She'd not forget that scent, even as a human.]

Greetings, Kratos.

[salvationfound]

[The cape that she smells is hanging on a branch from behind a tree, hidden from her view. Above her is Kratos, his angelic wings keeping him hovering in the treetops. In his hand is the wooden stake that he crafted, and although it's rough and poorly made, it's sharp enough to do the job.

He hesitates where he is. He knows what must be done, but to kill Martel, one of his best friends...]

[martelandmany]

[...Something was wrong. She could sense it. Martel stepped toward the tree from which his smell was mostly coming, brow furrowed.]

You wish to deceive me.

[salvationfound]

[It's now or never.

He drops down quickly, wings disappearing as he nears the ground. As soon as he lands, he brings himself up and thrusts the dagger forward, aiming for her heart. Quickly and painlessly.]