Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-29461586-20140922194120

"Really? You ever beat a vampire who can lift you off the ground and throw you up to 45 yards in the air?" Griever asked.

"Look. I know my ma. Her techniques, her style, and her strategies. Just give me a chance on this, and I'll make sure I'll kill her if she ever tries to double-cross her agreement." She added.

"That's all I wanted to hear." A voice told Griever. It was Elizabeth.

"You've been hiding all along!?!?"

"Yes."

"......You haven't changed a bit, did you?"

"I accept the conditions, but I have my own condition: Azarath here gets to watch the fight. If I lose, I'll clear both of your names from the criminal records of High Rock. If you lose... well, we know what happens.

If Azarath so much as tries to flee, I'll kill anyone who gets close to him. Understand?"

"...Deal."

"Meet me at the bridge if you're ready." Elizabeth got out of sitting atop a table and went to the bridge.

"Damnit." Griever sighed.

"Well, this is it. The moment of truth."