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There was something utterly unique in her gaze, movements, and the power she exuded. Something even... inhuman. Erefir was instantly filled with enthusiasm when she realized who she was looking at. That sword, that cold, heartless gaze...
"Haha, a slightly tricky situation," she summarized all her thoughts on the matter in one short phrase, as she didn't like to dwell on things for too long, especially not in such critical moments. In such moments, language is not a necessity; it is merely an interface for transmitting data, most of which arises at a much deeper, intuitive level and flashes by so quickly that it doesn't have time to take shape.
These thoughts, if we were to connect them to a language interface:
1. We found Ruby, 80% probability.
2. Level of heartlessness: she tries to kill random people just for the love of battle.
3. But overall, she's cool, and I wouldn't mind fighting her sometime. When I become tougher and stronger than Akonia, perhaps, if I do.
4. What a sword. A guillotine. An instrument of the Apocalypse.
5. The chances of impressing her are slim.
6. If we do impress her, we should ask for a blessing of the earth, specifically for Garu.
7. It's better to impress her without getting wiped out by her, otherwise, it will be unpleasant.
8. On the other hand, we can't let this opportunity pass, as she might simply lose interest in us if we don't want to fight her. But even so, without any advantage, it seems like a losing battle.
9. We need to navigate between her interest in us and our desire not to die, and avoid a fight unless there is absolutely no other choice, with the emphasis on the latter.
10. Let's go!
-- We have come to these lands for something else, O beautiful and mighty lady, -- Erefir rises and gives a deep bow to the supposed saint. However, she remains vigilant enough to at least try to strike first if she is not listened to and attacked. -- And although we are prepared on the islands of Kumari to face various formidable opponents, otherwise, there would be no point in us coming here, most of all, we are looking for the saint Ruby. In a time of need, one of my companions hopes more than life itself to receive her blessing, earning it, as I dare to hope, not out of pity, but out of valor, for we intend to slay a formidable dragon in the coming days, whose name is Despair, and that is all we think about
"Haha, a slightly tricky situation," she summarized all her thoughts on the matter in one short phrase, as she didn't like to dwell on things for too long, especially not in such critical moments. In such moments, language is not a necessity; it is merely an interface for transmitting data, most of which arises at a much deeper, intuitive level and flashes by so quickly that it doesn't have time to take shape.
These thoughts, if we were to connect them to a language interface:
1. We found Ruby, 80% probability.
2. Level of heartlessness: she tries to kill random people just for the love of battle.
3. But overall, she's cool, and I wouldn't mind fighting her sometime. When I become tougher and stronger than Akonia, perhaps, if I do.
4. What a sword. A guillotine. An instrument of the Apocalypse.
5. The chances of impressing her are slim.
6. If we do impress her, we should ask for a blessing of the earth, specifically for Garu.
7. It's better to impress her without getting wiped out by her, otherwise, it will be unpleasant.
8. On the other hand, we can't let this opportunity pass, as she might simply lose interest in us if we don't want to fight her. But even so, without any advantage, it seems like a losing battle.
9. We need to navigate between her interest in us and our desire not to die, and avoid a fight unless there is absolutely no other choice, with the emphasis on the latter.
10. Let's go!
-- We have come to these lands for something else, O beautiful and mighty lady, -- Erefir rises and gives a deep bow to the supposed saint. However, she remains vigilant enough to at least try to strike first if she is not listened to and attacked. -- And although we are prepared on the islands of Kumari to face various formidable opponents, otherwise, there would be no point in us coming here, most of all, we are looking for the saint Ruby. In a time of need, one of my companions hopes more than life itself to receive her blessing, earning it, as I dare to hope, not out of pity, but out of valor, for we intend to slay a formidable dragon in the coming days, whose name is Despair, and that is all we think about