[OPEN] upon my grave i stare

Vivienne bit her lip, flustered when the woman stuck her finger in her face. I will go with you, if you can beat me in a fight. The woman was likely a Templar, trained. But Vivienne was also trained. And she'd bested Olivia with ease, on the times they sparred.

If I win, you leave me alone.

She was curious how far they'd get before Sebastian or his lackies found her.