Azusa has already made her way to the Berserker. Her slate goes unclaimed, laying on the floor, as she casts Benefic over and over on the Berserker, watching his wounds heal right beneath her hands. She might need more than her magic at this rate, though; some potions might help stabilize him soon.
"Young man," she says to Serge, since he doesn't look bloodthirsty. "Can you bring me some of the ropes? We don't have to hurt these two any more."
She's not going to use the word kill, but she's also not looking at Mathilda or Baiken right now.
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Azusa has already made her way to the Berserker. Her slate goes unclaimed, laying on the floor, as she casts Benefic over and over on the Berserker, watching his wounds heal right beneath her hands. She might need more than her magic at this rate, though; some potions might help stabilize him soon.
"Young man," she says to Serge, since he doesn't look bloodthirsty. "Can you bring me some of the ropes? We don't have to hurt these two any more."
She's not going to use the word kill, but she's also not looking at Mathilda or Baiken right now.