[Monsters are one thing. Maria has grown used to monsters, ridiculous as that would have sounded to her own ears scant months ago. These...festive beings...that she has heard about and seen are another thing.
She doesn't actually understand all of what she's been told, but for the most part she's gathered that the latest threats in Trench are meant to be...festive beings? Cheerful? She doesn't see it. The very notion seems ridiculous to her, and ridiculousness stokes irritation.
That's one reason she takes immediate action when a shout catches her attention and she spots a fat man swathed in red menacing someone she doesn't know. Also because she doesn't particularly want to see someone murdered right in front of her, accustomed as she is to violence.
the soundtrack to her life...
She doesn't actually understand all of what she's been told, but for the most part she's gathered that the latest threats in Trench are meant to be...festive beings? Cheerful? She doesn't see it. The very notion seems ridiculous to her, and ridiculousness stokes irritation.
That's one reason she takes immediate action when a shout catches her attention and she spots a fat man swathed in red menacing someone she doesn't know. Also because she doesn't particularly want to see someone murdered right in front of her, accustomed as she is to violence.
It's a good thing she has her sword.]
Leave him be!
[And she charges.]