The man’s skills in combat were certainly dualy noted by the intrigued Valkerie, whom seemed to show a fair bit of flair for being able to keep up the dance with the demon hunter thus far. That is until their swords were bound and he had swung his frozen arms over her helmet. He would find, however, that if he wanted to do some real damage to her helmet he would have to try a lot harder than that. Even if the ice had shattered over the Valkerie.

A grunt of displeasure growled as her head rang with the clangs and as a reflex, sent a fist flying to punch Dante on the throat for that cheek, “You will do well to mind your manners Swordsman!” she hissed with a much less friendly tone as compared to before. After kicking her metal boots into her frozen weapon until it was free from the other and the ice she held her sword Storm-Caller at the ready; just before they were interrupted by a local.

It seemed that the winged maiden was in agreement when the dwarf’s grievance was made known and thus sheathed her weapon in compliance. When she heard the demon hunter’s response Lady Daybreaker couldn’t help but burst out laughing and such laughter echoed slightly within the helmet too and raised a dainty hand to where her mouth supposed was, “A lover’s quarrel you say? My goodness you have had a bit too much drink you can handle haven’t you? Nonetheless I cannot say it is good to have… goals in life. Have something to strive for I suppose is a worthy ambition to have, if nothing else for a particularly interesting ‘human’.”

Daybreaker then  turned to face the dwarf again and gave a formal bow of apology for the ruckus she had initiated within the peaceful city. She did wince however, now just being reminded that there was in face a couple of arrows lodged into her wing from earlier. As she proceeded to snap and remove the bolts with a grimace she then had a better look at the newcomer. From the looks of it he was a smith of somekind – and potentially might have just come out of his workshop given his uniform, “Pardon me, you wouldn’t happen to be a blacksmith or someone with knowledge of forging metals, would you?”

The winged maiden wasn’t phased by his glare, if anything there might have been a glint of intrigue and a slight smile when she found her suspicions were correct. As a thanks to his comment, she nodded once and then followed through with a bow of her own, wings extended at either side with poise and sword diagonally across her chest for the duration of the bow.

A soft chuckle echoed from beneath her helmet as she accepted the short invitation with her free hand but still kept a firm grasp of her sword with the other, “Beautiful? Even though you haven’t seen what I look like? I’m sure you say that to all the Valkeries.” Daybreaker proclaimed as she glided around but she was ready as ever when things started to get interesting.

Perhaps there was a grimace from the maiden at the sight of the crossbows, the first few projectiles zoomed a little too close for comfort past her wings and there after she had decided to press her wings against her body and charged towards Dante by foot. Some arrows clanged against her armour and bounced off, others missed, a handful was sliced in half by the blade she carried but two arrows did manage to wedge into her left wing despite her efforts.

An inhumane hiss of pain reverberated from her helmet and when Rebellion was brought onto the battlefield Daybreaker was ready. She leapt to the side to dodge that devastating blow – ‘That was no non-lethal blow… alright if that is how he wants to play then…’ – but mid-air she followed through by swinging her sword towards the back of his neck. Magical aura crackled along her sword as the runes lit up and left a short trail of light as it sliced through the air, “LEIPTR!” she bellowed and flashes of lightning had been called forth from her sword half way through the attack.

"Sounds quite the life for an... 'Exterminator' of lengthy experience then." Daybreaker commented with a slight tilt of her her head to the side, now feeling just as wary as he was of her ambiguity from earlier. It was clear now that she was in the presence of a potentially dangerous man and she felt as though she couldn't let her guard down around him now; especially when the observant woman also took note of of the change in his demeanor as he continued to speak, going from calm and flirty to somewhat more alert and eager to leave. Since her helmet obscured her facial features, it was difficult to tell whether or not she did catch a glimpse of said wanted poster on the way out but even though she allowed for him to lead the way there was some resistance from her as they made their way. She did, however, toss a couple of gold coins towards the bar as payment for the unfinished wine.

"You've left your sword." she pointed out, "Somewhere more upscale huh? I hope you don't expect me to pay there too."

"Only the lucky ones." she replied to his first question, unphased by his glare, before pausing as Dante continued; admittingly a little stunned and caught off-guard by his reaction. A shrill laugh rattled from within the helmet, "By Odin's light you are a card!" she exclaimed before using both of her hands to liberate her sword from the bar and sheathed it in its rightful place on her back.

"Alright, I'll humor you one bottle of wine but not continuously all night." the Valkerie continued as she placed a gloved hand onto his shoulder and grasped firmly and nodded in appreciation towards to barkeep's slight bow, "And this 'blondie' has a name. You may address me as Lady Daybreaker. What of you, Swordsman? Your name?"

Soon enough the heavy, front doors were kicked open as a winged woman with a tall and svelte frame almost glided her way into the bar. Her light armour and hint of chain mail clinked quietly every once in a while and her long blonde hair flowed behind her in semi-defiance of the gravity's demands. Her helmet had no gaps, slits or indentations of any kind, being smoothed over and solid-looking, to others it completely obstructed her face but she was able to see those around her.

With another light flicker of her wings, the Valkerie smoothly seated herself at the bar-table, a few seats away from Dante's left. A sword with scriptures of a foreign language carved down its blade remained on her back as she used her right hand to knock on the bench to catch the barkeep's attention, "A bottle of mead, if you will." she requested before pausing and slowly exhaled. A moment or so the ever slight tilt of her helmet to the side signified that she had cast a look towards Dante's direction before finally turning to look in front of her again.

What Is The Dungeon Master And How Are They Used?
Here at Siren Sphere, we tell legends of our characters in this fantasy setting, which is why we have a Dungeon Master (also known as 'The Storyteller' or 'Arc Host') in every major thread on the forum to tell these tales. The Dungeon Master doesn't dictate how other characters react or how other people write their characters by a long shot, but is rather like an Arc Host who offers direction for characters. This can be in casual RP threads or in more major ones like Arcs.
e.g. One evening an unlikely rag-tag group of civilians gathered within a busy and lively tavern... then suddenly goblins attack!

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There is a Dungeon Master Account?
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Using The Dungeon Master Account:
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How Many Dungeon Masters Can There Be In One Thread?
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