08-27-2010, 02:45 PM
Once again Kona was a spectator. She was watching another player take down yet another monster. And she had no qualms about it. Fighting was never her thing. That was why she chose to be a healer. Mindlessly killing monster after monster not only disgusted her but it made her feel somewhat guilty. She looked over at the first one Feng had killed, it was beginning to dissappear. Poor thing was only trying to defend it's child.
Kona shrugged and tried to get rid of her depressing thoughts by focusing on the fight at hand. She was guessing that the man was trying to find some sort of weak point. From further observation Kona couldn't figure it out either so she gave up and chose to pick dirt and grass from her clothes. Her pale legs had a few bruises on them form the battle. When she noticed them she glided her hand over them and they immidiately vanished. Anymore she had would have to wait until she got home.
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