It was crowded, very crowded, but this wasn't much of a surprise - the square was allways brim with people around this hour. Though Nemuria was still able to catch the attention of many passerby's, the reason for that was either because of her frilly dress, or maybe the fact she was following a large ball of light.
"slow down, Willow, if you go any faster I will be forced to run after you." Nemuria spoke, the white light immediatly stopped in its tracks and then came into motion again, a good deal slower now. Even though her familliar was a simple minded ghost, probably as intelligent as a dog or small child, she still talked to it like it was a sentient being.
She ignored the hostile looks she was thrown by some of the people, they had probably been able to tell what the stitched in sign at the bottom of her dress meant. Maybe they did not draw the connection to her family, but it was a very prominent curse sign - curse users were incredibly rare and usualy only dispelled curses or used pacts, she in return did not yet know any pacts. Her magic was meant to slowly make the opponent wither and force him to either give up or pass out from the pain - although her magic did normaly not harm people it was looked down upon worse than someone using bombs or large swords to cut people apart.
"HEY! YOU!" a voice yelled out, Nemuria was immediatly pulled away from her conversation with willow. "You're that person, ain't ya." he was large but quite thin, nevertheless he probably wasn't weak.
"I apoligize, but I do not know what you might be refering to." Nemuria answered calmly.
"Stop spoutin' bullshit - y'are that curse user runnin' around th'city fo' days." the man spoke harshly as he approached.
"... Indeed, I am well versed in curse magic. Is there something you require?" she didn't smile.
"You, witch." he suddenly grabbed her arm violently, she winced in return, attempting to force him to let her go. "I gonna git maself a good handful o' Jewels for ya."
Nemuria mumbled something, it sounded a lot like pained words but...
"Let go of me this instant." she comanded the brute.
"Forgettit - Sum weak lass like y- AAAGH!" As he uttered the first word, Nemuria put the curse of pain onto him through the direct contact it had already been on its second level. Her bow had swung and forcefully hit the man into the face.
Right now he was cursing loudly, rolling around with an immense amount of pain coursing through his face. He literally was in a world of pain right now, while Nemuria had taken a few steps back and went on guard. Willow went inbetween the two, guarding her master furtherly.
