"Amanda…"
No response.
She was too out of it. She reeked of ale. I wouldn't be surprised if she drank a whole barrel.
What surprised me a bit about her was that she looked exactly the same as she does in the real world.
Her clothing was light as it tightly stuck to the contours of her body. The clothing was dark gray in color.
She wore a black scarf around her neck and a pair of shorts that were short enough that it left nothing to the imagination.
As for weapons, she had different types of knives attached to her hip.
She had a lack of presence and she also used some kind of skill to teleport her father away.
I suspected that she had an assassin class, but the way she was dressed and the weapons all but confirmed it.
Her clothing, though a bit too revealing, facilitated fast movement, and the knives were for close-range attacks.
I called her name once again but nothing. This left me with no choice. Raising one of my legs, I pierced into her flesh, or so I tried.
