[Camilla narrows her eyes at the poachers as they make their plans, tightening her grip on the large steel axe she carried.]
The spears I can handle on my own. The archers are another story. Concentrate on them.
[After returning the kiss, Camilla pauses to take a small bronze colored bottle from her pack and a small scrap of cloth, tying the bottle to a strap on her armor, allowing the bottle to slip behind the ebon garb. Once she was satisfied, she stood, running in a wide angle to confound the poachers where they were coming from before letting out a battle cry and leaping into the air, axe glinting in the morning light.]
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The spears I can handle on my own. The archers are another story. Concentrate on them.
[After returning the kiss, Camilla pauses to take a small bronze colored bottle from her pack and a small scrap of cloth, tying the bottle to a strap on her armor, allowing the bottle to slip behind the ebon garb. Once she was satisfied, she stood, running in a wide angle to confound the poachers where they were coming from before letting out a battle cry and leaping into the air, axe glinting in the morning light.]