[...hooray, someone who isn't Alistair who appreciates her attempts at humor]
Spite, disgust, anger, all have worked well to fuel me over the past year.
[and he seems to have that one well in hand. she vaults into the air to straddle the neck of the next one, leaning down and stabbing her sword and dagger into the spot where its jugular should be]
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Spite, disgust, anger, all have worked well to fuel me over the past year.
[and he seems to have that one well in hand. she vaults into the air to straddle the neck of the next one, leaning down and stabbing her sword and dagger into the spot where its jugular should be]