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[VASTASSA]

♙xxxNyx Mavros

↳ WYVERN RIDERx!xxxSTAR OF VIGILANCE


HP┃████████████████ 104 / 110
xVERN'S HP┃████████████████ does this even exist

xxx"So knock me down, tear me up
xxxbut I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup."

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Was Ringles always this irritating? She did recall occasionally getting into spats with him when they were kids but sheesh, someone shut him up already. From the sound of things, that purple haired harlot wanted him to run off...again, but she sure as hell wasn't going to allow anything of the sort to happen.

First order of business, eliminate the fairy that was piloting that girly a** pegasus. Apparently he was having a good time targeting Leonexis in a sort of hit and run strategy (see? Ringle's middle name might as well have been abscond) and she doubted Cathal would be all too happy with her if she let a guy like this off his son. So long as she could get this guy out of the way then she could go worry about Cathals other kid. The purple haired lancer wasn't as much of a threat right now; especially with their weapon advantage and the fact that she wouldn't be able to fly his Pegasus.


Peach: lets do thiiiiissss inb4 shitty rolls 11:47
Peach rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3 11:47
Peach: GODF

3+(2)+1+2 = 8 nyX WHY


Only a few seconds behind Ringles after he attacked Leonexis, Nyx was just about ready to deal a blow that probably wouldn't be pretty when once again; a conscious she didn't realize she had snuck up on her and she found herself hesitating yet again. It didn't help that Vern wasn't too thrilled about offing someone he probably remembered from his youth too. The wyvern jerked off to the side at the same time Nyx was about to deal a botched attack and nearly made her lose her balance.

"Oh for Carsius sake, get it together!" She shouted at Vern and partially herself. "Cathal, I'm sure you're aware but we're going to have to focus on getting through this guy so we can go prevent your daughter from burdening the others further. Forget the other girl; Just let her die when that stupid horse goes crashing down to Earth."

[NOW WITH 30% LESS DUMB]

[giraffe laugh]

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your time will come if you wait for itxxxxxit's hard believe me i've triedxxxxxbut i keep coming up short
your time will come if you wait for itxxxxxit's hard believe me i've triedxxxxxbut i keep coming up short
your time will come if you wait for itxxxxxit's hard believe me i've triedxxxxxbut i keep coming up short

"Hold on tight and keep your mouth closed."

There was a reason Zoltar would take care of the horses but never actually ride them. He opened his mouth to ask why when Her Highness's steed leaped over a large obstacle. Air rushed into Zoltar's mouth and throat, and he began to cough painfully. Luckily his body had the good sense to remember they were supposed to be quiet and it automatically stifled his coughing, although he supposed this just made the coughing hurt even more.

"Note to self: practice following instructions," he muttered. This note was quickly discarded when Zoltar noticed Millie making a rush at a large and formidable dragon. His eyes widened. Before he could tell Vivian that her nanny personal bodyguard guardian figure had practically just committed what could be considered suicide, they were up the stairs and entering the upper hall. He clamped his mouth shut once more, repressing a sigh. Hopefully Millie would be fine.

He dismounted and nodded at the princess. "Thanks for the ride. Now, let's get to the -"

"Zoltar, cover me." And with that, the princess was off, charging at something only she could see. For the third time that day, Zoltar shut his mouth and peered into the main bedroom, just in time to see the princess aim a stab at a girl with green hair.

"YOUR HIGHNESS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???" Zoltar didn't bother censoring his words. Sheca's great elemental tits, but this girl was rash! Cursing under his breath, he ran into the room just in time to see the assassin jump out the window and land on the dragon from before. Meanwhile, Crux and Vivian were checking each other out to see if the other was okay. Zoltar had absolutely no idea what was going on anymore, only that he was beginning to lose patience.

"I see Her Highness has found her Prince Charming! What fun. Now may I remind Her Highness that her throne room is under siege and must be defen - SHECA'S GREAT ELEMENTAL TITS CRUX IS HIT" And so he was. A large fireball had just hit the man. He ran to the window where the fire had come from to see the dragon and the thief blocking the hallway that would lead to the throne room with more fire. Fire, fire, fire - Zoltar was sick of it.

He bit his lip thoughtfully. His mind was reeling. They needed to get to the throne room ASAP, but the dragon was blocking their way. They could run downstairs and make their way around the dragon by breaking the walls that separated the Anteroom, Hall and Chamber, but it would take time. That left them with two choices - either they could take their chances by waiting for a break in the fire, or try to take out the dragon altogether. He was the only ranged attacker in the room at the moment, and his wind magic wouldn't do much against a fire dragon. Unless... he spotted Liv with Millie downstairs, riding on Rings' pegasus and facing off against two Almeans. Another Almean was crossing the courtyard calmly. Maybe their combined efforts could bring this dragon down. He ducked out of sight and began to address Vivian and Crux.

"Your Highness, grab Crux and wait in the hall. I'm going to try something. If you see a break in the fire, make a break for it and get to the throne room. Something's going down there, and I don't like it." Zoltar wiped the sweat dripping down his face. "Crux, I know you're hurt but I need to you to keep an eye on the princess, alright?" With that, he peered carefully out the window once more. The Almean crossing the courtyard had disappeared, and the other two Almeans seemed to be having a conversation, although they were still on their guard.

Alright then. He took a deep breath and, aiming for the girl on the wyvern, sent a spell whirling towards the target. When it hit, Zoltar shouted, "Liv, the dragon please!"



ZOLTAR'S STATS

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CURRENT HP: 100xxxxDODGE RATE: 12

XYZ rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20 19:53
XYZ: YES I FINALLY HIT NYX

Accuracy: 19 + 3 + 2 = 22xxx22>10xxxit's a hit!
Damage: (3 + n/a) + 5 = 8xxx8 - 2 = 6xxx 6 damage!



wings of eternity




Zepia Eltnam Oberon




Kititos Meow




RUXIS


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[Kititos Meow]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxDODGE RATE: 14



Cluster ********.

That’s what this whole situation was from the beginning to where Liv was standing now. She brushed away a few tears from her face. That’s how she knew things were really getting to her.

Liv didn’t give TWO ******** for her a** of a father and b***h of a brother. They were conniving two faced family members. She clenched her fists in frustration. But, no. They weren’t who was responsible for all her anger. It was herself. She hadn’t done a damn thing to help Ringles. Poor angel face guy was bleeding all over the place and all she could do was hold on, help him up, and sit quiet and awkwardly while herself image was being torn apart by everyone around her.

So what if she was a mordices? She was fighting on their side wasn’t she?

And the way Ringles shoved her off his pegasus in the middle of the courtyard chaos?! A scowl on her face would suffice for now, she'd pick that fight with him later.

Running through the courtyard and making her way over a balcony wall, Liv aimed for the staircase of the southeastern tower.

In all her adrenaline she kicked open the door and set off one of their many alarms.

oh, derp.

Now everyone upstairs was probably wondering what the heck was going on around them with all the extra noise. Upon reaching the top Liv already had her weapon prepared, but was a little surprised at just how bad the disarray of the second floor was.

Straight ahead were Crux, Zoltar, and the Princess. A sight for sore eyes Liv felt a little relief in her heart.'Good. Vivian's not dead. I guess not everything's lost yet..'

Just as Liv was about to aid the Princess, the sound of raging flames and overwhelming clouds of smoke turned Liv's attention down the hallway to Brynn and Ambra.

That damn dragon again.. the Princess would have to wait. Running to the nearest window, Liv ventured to close and grunted at the fire that menacingly whipped up into her face. Shielding her face with her arms, she felt as the flames licked at them. She had never experienced the pain of a burn of this caliber. Tears edged to her eyes and a lump formed in her throat because of the smoke, and pain.

Liv awkwardly stumbled back giving herself a moment to gather herself. After a few deep breaths, and after it was certain the coast was clear, Liv was quick to steady her arm and aim. She closed one eye for accuracy and shot.

Her arrow landed nicely on the abdomen of the passenger of the dragon. Much to Liv's surprise it was not her father who was riding but,

"That b***h!" Aka, Cerise, the damned spy who came and dragged her family into this dumb war.

Pleased with her aim and pleased to have spotted a previous wound on the green haired spy, Liv ardently hoped she would be the one to bring her down.



accuracy roll - 2
2 + 3 + 6 = 11 - hit
nihals def = 6
11 ≥ 6
*more editing to come*

dodge roll - 2
fail~ lol

intended target roll - 16
hit for Cerise~

damage roll - 5
(5 + 6) + 4 = 14
14 x 2 = 28 - 1 = 27
cerise defense is 1~

[Star Guardian Chaos]

♗LUCRETIA LUTUS LUINE ☸ ROSARY OF FAITHxxxxx

tab tab HP: 90/90

NO DICE ROLL HERE.
JUST HEALING!
(4)(6) = 24
VENNET'S HP + 24 =

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♗ cleric ☰ at: throne room ☰ ooc: SHORT POST IS INDEED SHORT.

It was seconds later when the door burst open and Vennet was engulfed by darkness. WTF.

Everything in front of Lucy was a blur. Everything. It did not even take Vennet long to get another injury while attempting to debunk the weapon triangle by hacking away at this womanly spear-wielder. Can you see those locks? From where she was standing, they looked like silk. She wondered if they could be sold for high price. But there was no time to mull over that, she has to do her job. And though she hated this arrogant b*****d of leader of the Rogues, he was still an ally. He was lucky she didn't need to rely on chatzy to make a successful heal.

Lucretia readied her staff, a circle of light embracing the space she was standing on and from this circle, streams of light rose and gathered at the tip of her staff. She began to chant, "Putanginashit... Putanginashit... Kabogera... Echosera... Gandiss!" The light from her staff faded for a half-second before releasing a flash of light that engulfed Vennet. She knew he had asked - scratch that, told her to not assist him. She would've been a fool to listen to him spout his nonsense. What kind of priestess would she be if she just left a lamb of the Alimighty die? Not a very good one. The cleric readied herself once more to fire off another healing spell.. If the man was going to drop everything just to act on a personal vendetta then she shoul've just left him here and scurried her way towards her charge, Crux. Right now, she wanted to say this.

"This is not the time to act all vindictive fool! In case you've forgotten, we're fighting a war!"

But she didn't, she knew he already knew this. She didn't need to act on her emotions at that moment either. An emotional Lucy was a useless Lucy. There was only one room for one Lucy and it required the Lucy to be calm, cool and collected. And that was what she was doing now.

[Onelaughing]

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tab tab VENETT - HP 88/110

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ACCURACY: 7
16 + 2.5 + 3 + 0 = 21
21 > 8
PFFFT

DAMAGE: 6
( 4 + 3? ) + 6 = 4 + 6 = 10

Serith's DEFENCE: 2
DAMAGE DONE: 10 - 2 = 8

so he was just attacked by uh saren, serith, and ashl.

not too sure about the mounted part yet either.

hope it's okay for me to say some random filler stuff.



Venett was unfazed as the lance managed to redirect his sword and guide him away from his pegasus. As always, Ashl treated Ernie like his baby, and Venett kept his cold glare as the knight spat words of hate without relent. He broke his glare as a small smirk tugged at the edge of his lips. Oh, how nostalgic it was to hear his voice again. Momentarily frozen in the moment, he felt a sharp pain pierce his shoulder, but some kind of sadism made him endure the pain. Maybe it was part of the nostalgia. It was just like how they would used to spar, sometimes with random items around the house, and sometimes with real weapons from their old man. They should've used practice weapons but when they got the opportunity, hell why not? Although, there was a time when Venett was poked hard enough to dig into him by something pointed and long; probably a spear or a lance... ******** that hurt.

At the moment, the gash Ashl made hurt too, but there was no way he would tell him that. Instead, his dark eyes stared back and forth between the pegasus and his former friend until it eventually settled on the confused-looking Ernie. She wasn't hurt at all, but she looked flustered and worried after his sudden welcoming act. An instinct told Venett to calm her down, but he knew that that wasn't an option. He'd already attacked her, after all. There was no going back now; not that he really regretted what his heart told him to do.

He staggered back slightly and kept his sword up as he watched the pegasus knight began to circle the room. When the knight asked for his reason for being there, he had returned to his cold glare. Venett sighed at his former friend, continuing his silence towards him. That would be a long conversation, and sure as hell they weren't having that here and now of all times.

His gaze only left the knight when he felt something at his feet, and one eye squinted in irritation at the tingling feeling. Another one of those circles appeared on the floor, but it almost immediately flashed its dark aura and disappeared. It was only a weak spell, but it was the second one he had taken. After having become familiar with the child mage, he knew the source of this power. He turned to spot the position of the dark mage, only to spot another mage in the midst and sparking up a strike. He looked up to the ceiling to spot the start of a thunder spell, which was luckily aimed slightly off from where he was standing. He stepped away from the attack, but the strike managed to barely make contact.

There were way too many people. There were too many targets to choose from, which he usually wouldn't be too bothered by, but he was taken by surprise to see his old friend. Even Lucretia had interrupted, calling him a fool for his rash decision. How many people seemed to think that of him already? Now, even if he wanted to talk something out, it wouldn't be possible under these conditions. It was chaotic, and he was being kept up at all sides. The green-haired mage began consulting with the child mage, and their priority sounded that it was to take him down.

Venett made one last take at Ashl before quickly turning away and clearing the distance in a similar way as before between he and one of the mages. Upon a closer look, the child seemed familiar. Perhaps he was someone important. The mercenary was fairly uneducated, but he might have heard of a child mage though. Whether or not the kid was important didn't really matter though. The kid had interfered with his business and he was in this war, so he should be prepared to take a hit from the blade of a sword. His silence went on, and he continued to feel no hesitance to attack a young soldier if he dare set foot on the battlefield.

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IT WAS YOU OR I, AND I THOUGHT YOU DIED. tab tab VENETT DAI NAESOU

[caffye west]

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wow this is the laziest post style I have ever seen someone help me i suck cry r o c k tab o f tab s t a b i l i t y


LEO'S HP: 36/110 - your health leo omfg DON’T PULL AN AMBRA

accuracy roll: 17 tab accuracy: 17 + 5/2 + 3 + 0 = 17 + 2 + 3 = 22
22 > 11 DEFINITELY A HIT WHOOT

damage roll: 8
( 8 + 3? ) + 5 = 10 + 5 = 15
15 x 2 = 30

Venett’s Defense: 4
30 − 4 = 26


Did chatzy the gods have an axe to grind against Leo or what? The Pegasus Knight manages to land a blow at two critical points and an old flame decides to, quite literally, slash him in the back. Honestly it was as good as a stab in the back since that’s exactly what she did. He'd heard the footsteps, the jump, but honestly with a rib wound like that did you expect him to respond quickly? After that last wound, Leonexis quite frankly felt like he'd have bled out before he made the stairs.

"Man, Millie, you never did hold back did you?" He readied his sword for a strike against her, ignoring the two wounds that so wonderfully decorated his body. He hadn’t even struck anyone, yet he was already pretty beat up; how upsetting. He flinched as he took up his usual stance, accidentally stretching the wound on his back as he did so. As much as hated to accept it, that wound would affect him more than he cared to admit. The mercenary would have to adjust his fighting style to accommodate the wound, at least until he had someone heal it. But s**t, Liv already ran away to made her getaway. Which mean he should as well.

"However, you don’t seem to understand when I say that’s enough." Really, he wasn’t in any shape to attack anyone, especially someone who had an edge over him; it was more likely to get him killed than anything else. But currently he was boxed between in between Millie and the Pegasus Knight; how the hell was he — "Why the hesitation, Nyx? Oh and Millie, learn to watch your back; I don’t think my dad’s finished yet." When the woman looked behind her, Leonexis took it as his chance to escape, especially since the Pegasus Knight was now distracted with their Wyvern Rider.

He slinked away in the heat of battle, the smirk on his face completely erased now that he’d had some time to gauge his wounds. s**t. This was ******** bad. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping him up and about; honestly it was a miracle he’d been able to climb up the stairs of the East Tower. He came up just in time between a breather in Nihal’s attacks and Grim lunging at the enemy. Timing his movements right, he jumped rolled and entered the throne room with a flourish. Just as he entered Grim scrambled back to protect the door.

"Lucrame — BY BIAS’ DEAD d**k WATCH YOUR ENEMY. " He hadn’t hit hard enough to do any decent damage, but Leo charged in anyway; Lucrame wouldn’t be able to sustain much damage. Pushing the shaman down, he used the momentum to throw himself at the mercenary, landing a clean hit around the gut. That served the Ottians right.

"Don't stand there dallying you two; watch if he aims for you." His remark ended with a cough of blood. Leo felt better after landing that blow though; he kept grinning at Serith’s horrified expression. "Ex girlfriend did a nasty number. " Most would assume he was joking but it was half true. He turned to Saren. "Glad I got you out of there, aren’t you?" While he kept his tone light, he couldn’t mask the pain his wounds gave him whenever he breathed. When was cotton-candy healer planning to do her job, or did Grim take some seriously heavy s**t?



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[bitsu bi]

tab tab TROUBADOUR HP 90/90 DODGE RATE 12

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HEALING SPELL - 4 x 6 = 24 HP


• It was days like these that Yulia thought perhaps she should’ve engaged in formal magic studying, to know more than healing magic and learn anima magic. Saren, Serith, and Ashl were fighting the mercenary in front of them, and Grim was at the door, guarding vigilantly against the two other Ottians outside. In comparison to them, who were all actively fighting, she was uselessly stationary, but a healer came in use when someone was injured, so she supposed it wasn’t entirely a bad thing that she had no role to play at the moment. She was ready to step in and heal whenever it did become necessary, like when Venett dove to land a hit on Serith. Yulia gripped her staff, ready for another healing spell, but her concentration became divided by the recently injured Serith and the sudden arrival of Leo.
  
  Was he arriving to be a hero and successfully complete this mission? Uh, no. He practically waltzed into the battle for the Throne Room, catching everyone’s attention with not his tardy entrance, but the fact that he decided to paint the floor of the Fort with his blood on the way here. Looks like he decided to bestow the same honor upon the Throne Room, still trying to run around and waving his sword; as if he wasn’t bleeding enough already. The fact that he hit Venett was all nice and dandy, but did he forget he could die? Your coolness was short-lived, amigo.
  
  At least it was situations like these that she was even here. Directing her attention from Serith to near-dead Leo, she lifted her staff and directed her magic to its tip. The build-up was a little longer than when she healed Grim, but when you think about the differences between Grim’s wound that she healed and all of Leo’s, it was obvious why.
  
  A blue light covered his wounds, and they began to close, but as Yulia expected, her magic at its current state wasn’t enough. Disappointingly, his wounds were still obvious, and he still looked like a bleeding mess. Looks like I’ve been slacking on my studies. She would have to heal him again, but like any mage, Yulia’s magic also needed some down time before she was able to use it again. Leo would have to deal with it for a bit, just until she could heal him again, although she was beginning to question if he wanted to be healed, since he kept putting himself in deadly situations. Was he masochistic or suicidal? That aside, to make matters worse, the enemies in front of them doubled. What was a lone mercenary became a mercenary and a healer, and that was troublesome. Unlike Yulia, the enemy healer only had one person to heal, but in the Throne Room, Almea held advantage by numbers. She’d have to hope they could strike faster than the enemy could heal. That and no one else walked in here as almost dead as Leo.

[Teacup Wings]

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v i v i a n x g u i l d e a n

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Vivian was pleased to see that Crux was not heavily injured, and in fact strong enough to deal another blow to the green-haired-assassin. A sense of confidence began to brew in Vivian’s chest when the a sliver of panic flashed in her opponent’s eyes. But in a moment, it was gone, and before Vivian had a chance to deal in another blow, she woman bid them farewell, and jumped from the window. Stunned by the woman’s disappearing act, the princess almost didn’t see the giant fireball that was heading straight for their window.

“Crux look out!”

Her warning came too late and the magic crashed against him forcefully, sending the thief across the room. Vivian grimaced at the brutality. Before rushing to his aid, the princess made sure there was not a second fireball headed their way. The coast clear for now, Vivian jumped off Harold and ran to Crux’s side.

Vivian heard Zoltar’s cry from the hallway as he witnessed the destruction to the room.

"Your Highness, grab Crux and wait in the hall. I'm going to try something. If you see a break in the fire, make a break for it and get to the throne room. Something's going down there, and I don't like it."

Vivian nodded curtly in acknowledgement before turning back to the injured thief.

“Hey. Are you alright?”

He seemed a little worse for wear, but alive. That was good.

“Let’s get you out of here!”

She helped him up, pulling his arm across her shoulder. Thankfully, he was not too much taller than her and she was able to walk him out of the main bedroom into the hall where Zoltar had just finished casting a spell toward the enemies in the middle of the courtyard. Brynn had left his post. She could only assume that the throne room was under attack from his absence.

“Zoltar! Here, take care of Crux. I’ll aid the party defending the throne room.” After setting Crux down against the wall that connected to the throne room, Vivian squinted past the flames to the melee happening at the end of the hallway. “You’re right; it’s not looking good over there.”

Harold had followed the pair out of the room, and was by Vivian’s side the instant her hand searched for him. She leaped onto his back without further delay.

Assessing the flames was a difficult task. The stream of fire was pretty steady, and the breaks gave barely a chance for someone to pass through. She noticed their archer, Liv, tending to a burn on the other side of the firewall. Unease crept up her chest. Things were not looking well at all.

“The throne room needs reinforcements! Zoltar, Crux, come when you can!”


Dodge Nihal’s Fire Roll: 8 Well…crap.
Nihal’s magic is 8
Damage: 8 + 8 = 16 – 4 = 12 Ouchies.


Then she noticed a break in the fire and leaped at her chance! Vivian bent low and ushered Harold forward. She looked to the window, making eye-contact with the fearsome dragon, just as he opened his mouth to rain fire once more. There wasn’t enough time to avoid it all, and as they passed by the window, Vivian felt the fire scorch her back across her shoulders. Tssssssk. She winced, pulling Harold to a stop and surveyed the mess.

Despite babying the burns on her arms, Liv’s expression was wild, looking both pleased and wrathful at once. Ambra was down with multiple bleeding cuts across her armor, and Brynn was not fairing much better. Vivian’s throat hitched at the bleak sight of her injured comrades. No, she wouldn’t allow tragedy to make her weak again. Millie had at least taught her that much.
Swallowing her fear, Vivian steeled her eyes on the Lion that was blocking the entrance to the throne room. He was the first obstacle.

Eyeing the beast, the princess decided that his giant head was a good target. Vivian narrowed her eyes at him, readied her sword, and charged!


Accuracy Roll: 12
12 + 2 + 1 + 0 = 15 > 12 Take that Mr Lion
Intended Target Roll: 11 Missed the mage, dang.
Damage Roll: 1
1 + 5 = 6 – 6 = 0 FREAKING ZERO ORRZZZZZZZZZZZ whatisthislife


Sometimes, Vivian had learned, things don’t go as you hope them to go. This particular moment was such a case. The princess’s muscles were coiled, confident, and ready to strike at her target. Instead, the next thing she knew, her attack was...stuck. That lion’s head, particularly, it’s mane, what was the creature made of???

Her sword had struck true to the lion’s head, as she had intended, but the steel was buried deep into its mane, all the impact absorbed and not making any useful scratch. For a moment, Vivian and the Lion stared at each other in equal bewilderment, before she was able to regain her wits and direct Harold a step back.

Again, she readied her sword for retaliation, her expression wary.



- - s w o r d x c a v a l i e rxxx{

LOCATION: hall, outside of throne room

[Akai Papillon]

I WARNED YOU NOT TO DO THIS
what am i doing guysⅢ tab Ⅱ tab Ⅰ tab !!
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WELP HERE WE GO❝SHE GOT DOWN ⇣ ON HANDS AND KNEES ↘↘
THERE WILL BE NO COLOR IN THIS AT ALLoneHELLO THEREearHELLO THEREagainstHELLO THEREtheHELLO THEREground
Saren will buy you little jars, Serith. Will you feel better then?( HOLDING▬▬▬▬ ★❜
I don't like Nihal hugs...butIdo?ｈｅｒ ｂｒｅａｔｈ ｔｏ ｈｅａｒ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ( ♚ ) ｂｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｄｉｒｔ ｍａｄｅ ｎｏｔ ａ ｓｏｕｎｄ
ALL THE WAY TO THE CENTER YOU GO HURHUR▆ ▆ ▆ TONIGHT ▆ ▆ ▆

They kept attacking the swordsman without reprieve, even after he had been healed by a healer that dared to pop her head out of hiding. Saren prepared for herself for another strike against the opposing soldier, knowing that for all her magic and might, she wouldn't be able to do much against the one healing him without significant effort. Unfortunately, he moved before she could start another spell, and, Saren noticed while her heart skipped a beat, coming at her. She was prepared to brace herself for the worst, knowing that she didn't have quite the pain tolerance of other soldiers.

That concern was put to rest when she saw the blade turn for her shaman friend.

”Serith!” The attack hadn't done much, but it was enough for Saren to lose a fraction of her composed nature. Before she had a chance to return to her calm, normal demeanor, the woman was made aware of another presence, and for a terrifying moment, she thought it was an enemy attacking the younger mage from behind. Her breath caught in her throat, prepared to command Yulia to heal, but the figure kept moving, striking the swordsman with a harsh attack to the gut. Who...?

The younger Fayte male's voice had never been more relieving to hear in her life.

”Fayte, y—!” Before her words could be completed, Saren felt herself tense, her blood running cold. He looked like he was on death's doorstep. Her breath ran short. It wasn't as though she wasn't prepared for the fact that she would see casualties among the familiar faces that she had learned to call her team, but the mage hadn't thought that it would be so...no. She couldn't even finish that thought as her hands trembled slightly with the rising terror and adrenaline in her chest. Her heart hammered hard against the cage of ribs protecting it as she took a deep breath and spoke in as level a tone as she could muster. Despite her best efforts, there was a slight falter in her normal tone. ”Stay back until Yulia has...has healed you to stability.”

With her hand still shaking, Saren tried to gather her magic again, warmth rising from her core again, a tingling sensation reaching her fingertips. The commander-mage took a deep breath to steady herself. Green eyes locked onto their shared opponent as she called for another bold of lightning to strike the swordsman.


Akai: Okay accuracy roll for Venett. C'MON SAREN NO BLIND RAGE 1:32
Akai rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12 1:32
12 + 6/2 + 2 = 17
17 > 11
Akai: Whoo, damage roll 1:33
Akai rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6 1:33
(6 + 2) + 5 = 6 + 5
11 – 3 = 8
Akai: damn no crit orz 1:33
Akai: MAMA SAREN IS NOT INVOKED YET HOW


Another tremble of her hand cut the gathering step of the spell short, and Saren had no choice but to release it lest the attack backfired and exploded in her face. The smell of burning air filled the air as the familiar sound of crackling electricity filled her ears again. Another flash of bright light and another destructive strike of lightning attacked the swordsman again, dealing more damage than before, but still not enough to be noticeable. Saren ground her teeth together in frustration, and the fear began to give way to a protective rage. These Ottians were hurting her people, and that reality was now starting to dawn upon her.

They were going to pay.


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[bitsu bi]

tab tab THIEF HP 52/110 DODGE RATE 15

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DICE ROLL DICE ROLL DICE ROLL


• A fondness for her scaly friend was not one that Cerise le Vie felt. She had a rather poor opinion of Nihal since the day she met him; his cheerfulness did not mix well with her, although to her annoyance, he seemed enthralled by the idea of receiving a hug from everyone in Almea. She couldn’t recall the amount of times she’d already had to run from him, using the hiding spots in Paradon’s castle that she discovered for the first time in a while. What poor opinion Cerise did have Nihal practically skyrocketed as she watched him fire away, literally, at the window she jumped from. She gleefully smiled as she heard them shouting inside. It was going to take a while to un-reverse this social link, but all was boding well. Cerise was quite liking Nihal right now, but maybe that was because fire was fun and he couldn’t talk right now. “You’re doing awesome, Nihal!” She said, giving him a pat. Nothing was more soothing to Cerise than the sound of distress.
  
  She looked below and caught sight of the conflict at the courtyard; she stifled a laugh as she was beat up Leo fleeing the scene, most likely to join the fight in the Throne Room. Fortunately for her, Ottia’s flying units seemed preoccupied with Almea’s, leaving her unconcerned about having to encounter one of them. Her worry was the archer she saw him drop off just before returning for a suicide mission against her waifu Nyx.
  
  While Cerise was happy to take a breather after being wounded, since she wasn’t worried about Ottia’s pegasus knight, that Liv brat was another problem. Cerise caught sight of her leaving the knight’s side, likely to fight her and Nihal. Liv could comfortably attack from a distance without getting anywhere near her and Nihal and—oh, son of a—! Cerise was keeping vigilant watch of the area while Nihal was blowing fire, hoping to locate Cathal’s bratty daughter before she caused any trouble, and she did find her. “Nihal! To your right!” Unfortunately, her warning was a little too late, since right after, an arrow came flying in Nihal and Cerise’s direction, but instead of landing on the much bigger target, it stabbed right into Cerise’s already wounded abdomen. Instantly, she keeled over a bit in recoil and a hand hovered near her wound as she looked at the arrow piercing her stomach. Although she didn’t welcome the pain by any extent, she was somewhat glad it hit her instead of Nihal... from a strategical point of view, that is. Right now, Nihal was more useful than Cerise was, so if either of them were to die first, she’d probably choose herself.
  
  She looked up as she heard Liv insult her, and only grinned back at her. “I’m glad you have such a fabulous opinion of me.” She called out, and bracing herself for the pain, she gathered her remaining strength and pulled the arrow out, and tightly held her bleeding wound. How she wished she could cauterize her wound, but not only did they not have that luxury, but that hurt quite a bit. She watched as the people from the main bedroom began to make their way down the hall, to their one-man guard at the door, Grim. Things aren’t looking good over there. We need to make quick work of this. First on the list would be getting rid of Cathal’s stupid kid. She liked Leo more than this brat, and that was saying something. If she wasn’t wounded and there weren’t growing numbers of Ottians in the hall, she’d personally get off and kill Liv herself, but she had no such luxury.
  
  “Nihal, things are looking bad over the Throne Room,” she explained, “But first on our list of duties is getting rid of this girl.” Cerise pointed to the archer. “Aim to her right. If the fire gets too close, she’ll have nowhere else to run, but left, where everyone else is and if we’re lucky, she’ll get close enough and we can roast her friends with her. Looks like tonight's dinner is roasted Ottians~” She just hoped they could make quick work of Liv and go help out Grim near the Throne Room. He was fighting against and that multiplied, and he’s been in lion form for a while. It wasn’t long before he would turn back into a human, if the sheer number of Ottians didn’t hack away at Grim’s health before that anyway. They were really pressed for time. It kind of sucked, though; if she had the luxury, she wanted nothing more than to personally kill this brat, especially for the very painful wound she gave to Cerise as a greeting gift.

[Mirai Nikki Minaj]

GETTING A BIG MAC FROM MICKEY D,
FANCY POST STUFF IS BEYOND ME.
LET'S CUT THE PRETENSE AND KEEP IT REAL,
CHICKEN OR PORK? THE ANSWER'S VEAL.


DODGE ROLL: 1d20 -> 8
******** YOU CRUX YOU CAN'T AVOID s**t.
8 + 8 - 3 = 13
CRUX TAKES 13 DAMAGE.

ACCURACY ROLL: 1d20 -> 2
WHAT THE ******** CRUX YOU CAN'T HIT s**t EITHER. IT'S A ******** GIGANTIC DRAGON. YOU ********]


“My, asparagus-haired knave? Don’t you think you’re being a little rude?”

Crux paused in shock as he registered the assassin's words, too stunned to react to little else. The woman had spoken truly, and the former prince felt shame welling up in his chest as he regretted his choice of words. Surely the assassin couldn't help being asparagus-haired! She had been born with that outlandish hair color, and no man of decent upbringing would have even thought about bringing themselves to mock another for circumstances out of their control. The wave of shame was soon overcome by a wave of pity. That poor woman, having to live with hair that outlandish. Crux could not even begin to imagine the horrors she must have faced while growing up. It was unworthy of him, of someone of his status, to-

By Carsius, was that a dragon glaring at him through the window?

Crux, so caught up in his own thought, had somehow failed to notice both the assassin making her escape and the existence of a flying fire-breathing dragon at the window, and paid for it dearly. Time seemed to slow; the dragon's great maw opened, and as a massive fireball burst forth from its craw, Crux could only stand still, eyes wide open, like a deer in the headlights rabbit about to be hit by an arrow only the arrow actually a big murderous ball of blazing-hot flames.

For a blissful sweet split second, Crux felt nothing. Well, he usually felt nothing while he was alone, most of him having died with his father and his homeland, but this was a different sort of nothing. This was a release from pain and the hardships of life. As the flames licked his body hungrily, threatening to devour his being, Crux felt totally at peace.

'Stabbed and being burnt to death. So this is how father met his end. I suppose I should be grateful to the Paradon dogs, for they have given me a connection with him. Father, I have failed you. I wasn't worthy after all. Perhaps death is a mercy. Someone as unworthy as me would have only hindered the noble cause of my comrades. Come, flames, put me out of my misery and- BY CARSIUS THIS INFERNAL HEAT BURNS.'

With a gasp that verged on being a yelp, Crux threw himself out of his self-imposed slump and flailed around wildly in an attempt to free himself of the flames. Luckily for him, his cloak had born the blunt of the damage, and the fledgling thief hastily and clumsily removed it and threw it to the side, sparing a second to glance at it mournfully. That cloak had belonged to his father. Yet one more to put on the ever-growing list of things that Paradon had taken from him.

"Crux, I know you're hurt but I need to you to keep an eye on the princess, alright?"

Oh, for once, a command that Crux could carry out with relative ease, something that he was not bound to fail at. All he had to do was-

“The throne room needs reinforcements! Zoltar, Crux, come when you can!”

Having helped him out of the bedroom, the Lady Vivian sped off towards the Throne Room in an effort to provide aid to their besieged comrades before Crux could react. Truly, this was a cause for concern. Fire ravage the Hall, the Study was destroyed - a blessing in disguise, however, as it meant that the Almeans could not access valuable information - and the Throne Room was on the verge of being taken. Though his heart yearned to join in the fight in the Throne Room, especially if Lucreita was there, Crux decided to take another path of approach.

If another thief could go out of a window and on top of a dragon, then so could he...

Gritting his teeth, Crux ran towards the closest window, where the accursed dragon, with the thrice-damned assassin straddling it, lay in wait. Another blast of fire caught him in the chest, causing him to stagger briefly before he was able to continue. Just a little more and...

"IN THE NAME OF CARSIUS, I STRIKE YE DOWN!" Crux leaped from the window and hurled himself towards the assassin, his sword held high in both hands as he prepared to bring it down. It was only then that he realized his fatal mistake - how was he to grab onto the dragon... when he had no free hands to grab on with? The sword swung in empty air as the dragon moved to the side, and Crux had a split second to regret his life decisions before-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

(TO BE CONTINUED IN A RINGLES POST)


LIVIN THE THUG LIFE.
LIVIN THE THUG LIFE.
LIVIN THE THUG LIFE.
LIVIN THE THUG LIFE.
LUDACRUX,
RECOGNIZE.

[NeverAging]

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dodge rate: 12


Rings HP: ██████████ 41/90
Paula HP: ██████████






Aside from the fact that war made him sometimes hurt people pretty badly, Ringels liked to remind himself that he had never personally dealt the final blow to someone. He may have helped kill, but the death was never dripping from his own lance, so technically, he had never killed someone, right? In any case, Rings didn't really like the whole fighting thing, so he felt a little guilty seeing the double swords man be sliced up by Millie as well. The poor Almean was being attacked by two people.

But. Yanno.

Whatever.

Ringels turned a blind eye to his guilt and secretly wished the swordsman would just lay down and accept defeat so they wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. Speaking of worrying, Paula spun around to face Nyx and Ringels was ready to weakly defend against the attack, as usual, when Vern veered off to the side and Nyx had a half-hearted attempt at a hit. Clearly, it missed, and Rings didn't even bother flinching. Like seriously, that was so off. "Vern! Vern, buddy, do you remember me?" Omg, that was so touching. Rings felt his heart get a little warmer. "Good boy Vern, awww, you've gotten so big!"

Paula snorted.

Ringels, like the gentleman he was, waited until Nyx was finished shouting death plans to Liv's apparent father. "Nyx." Oh gosh, he didn't expect to be meeting her like this again. The speech he had prepared for this day didn't exactly fit the occasion. "Wow! It's so great to see you! How long has it been? I see you've been eating well!" Crap, Rings, that was the speech in case she had gotten fatter and developed a sense of humor. "I mean, you look healthy! And so strong. Yeah...my arm still hurts from you chopping it with an axe." Orz this was so awkward. "Okay, actually, it's not that great to see you right now, and...and I have a lot of things to tell you that I won't be able to if you kill me so how about we just pretend we don't see each other, yeah? I'm not going to attack you, Nyx." He paused, mostly for dramatic effect but also because there were a lot of things currently going through his head. "I guess it wouldn't be right for me to ask the same for you, but. I'm not going to hurt you." Again. He would probably regret this decision later when he's bleeding out.

Turning his back on Nyx, he had to quickly decide on a course of action, clearly not one of his strong suits. The swordsman had retreated into the fort, probably to join in the epic battle of the throne room, but Millie and the redhead father with the axe were still in the courtyard. Rings could distract the axe father, giving time for Millie to join the throne room battle, but taking on two axes with no nearby assistance....didn't sound too good. Hopefully Millie could hold her own, and if not, Rings would be nearby to assist. Argh, then there was that dragon. Blowing fire into the fort. Possibly and probably hurting everyone inside. The dragon that had the ability to kill Rings if he decided to intervene.

....

No, he should intervene anyway! FOR OTTIA!!! "Paula! Charge the beast! I'll aim for that little green booger on its back."

Paula snorted. The sass was strong with this one.

"Yes, I know, it might roast us and it's a stupid idea and stuff. Please just do it." Ringels could almost feel his pegasus roll her eyes, but she flapped her powerful wings anyway and charged the dragon from the side. The heat got more intense the closer they were to the dragon. Ringels wiped his sweaty hands on Paula's neck. He didn't wanna hurt the poor dragon. It was just following orders, just like Paula. Rings would be so sad if someone were to hurt Paula when they were aiming for him. Oh gosh, if this didn't go right, they were going to be toast. Sorry Paula. Rings bent down and steadied his lance at the green target.



rolling for nihal/cerise hit
mocha: please dont fail me chatzy
mocha rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
mocha: OMG
yesss, bring it on cerise.

rolling for accuracy
mocha rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
mocha: omg yes
17 + 6/2 + 3 = 23 lol
23 >>>>>> nihal's dodge rate (or cerise for that matter, idk which one im suppose to use lol)

ROLLING. FOR. DAMAGE.
mocha: you've been lucky so far rings
mocha: you can do it! i believe in you!!!
mocha rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 3
mocha: well
mocha: you just had to drop the ball didnt you
(3 + no luck lol) + 4 = 7
7 - 1(cerise's defense hahaha) = 6 final damage


The attack was spot on. Pinpointed to PERFECTION. Rings had never been so sure of his accuracy before. That grass stain was going DOWN. But uh, just as the lance was about to impale her through the heart,

""AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Ringels, Ringels' lance, Paula, the dragon, the booger dragon rider, the entire fort merengue and everyone fighting in it, the old farmer from across the street, the fossils under the ground...everyone looked up to see what was going on. Ah. Crux. Yes, of course. Rings didn't have the mental capacity to quickly piece together what was going on, only that Sir Crux was falling at a speed of 9.8m/s^2 toward the ground and would probably need to be saved. As a result, Rings' lance grazed Cerise's arm instead of taking it off. A pity.

Paula reacted without being told, twisting out of the sky and following the falling assassin toward his death. Paula was a little bit of a dramatic. Rings clutched her neck and tightened his knees against her body so he wouldn't fall off. Then she straighten out just in time for Crux to plop safely right behind Rings. "RiRi's delivery service. You in trouble, we on the double, how can I help you today?" But then Rings' smile dropped seeing, well, Crux. He looked...worse for wear, for lack of better words. But then again, he wasn't really one to talk. They were both pretty banged up and...Rings shifted his attention between the dragon and Nyx. Things weren't looking better anytime soon.

A very distinct bell or horn or trumpet or something sounded in the near distance.

At least the reinforcements were almost here. "We just have to hold out a little longer. Do you think you can do that, Crux?"

[Kaynava]

• All of a sudden a hoofed form leaped through the door. At first Ashl had thought it was a new enemy, but upon a few more seconds of observation, he realized it was merely Elstrom and Velnat. He heard the healer tell her cousin to focus their efforts on the enemies outside, which was fine by him, Ven was his. However, apparently the Almea leaders had other ideas. For a moment, Ashl forgot that he and Venett were probably enemies now and nearly-juuuust nearly-felt angry when he saw his best friend attacked with lightning and darkness. OY they were trying to have a mutually butt-headed, angst-filled, bromantic conversation here! The nerve of tsundere brats!
  
  Ven barely even acknowledged Ashl's question and instead just stared at him coldly. Silent treatment. Seriously? Or was Ven expecting him to be able to read a plethora of emotional facts from his gaze? FINE. Be that way! Gods. He should have figured the mercenary's reaction considering the bloody (who was actually now quite bloody... well s**t, he guessed that slash was deeper than he thought) b*****d ignored all of his letters, which he painstakingly drew out with pictures since he knew Ven didn't know his letters. Besides his own writing was atrocious. His Yarishi masters never did think pleasure slaves even needed to learn how to read and write, but Ashl did his best just to prove to himself that he could.
  
  After a few seconds of what Ven may have thought was meaningful staring (what the ********? Ashl seriously did not get it aside from the fact that Ven looked bitter and moody. Was it that time of the month?), he then aimed an attack at Lucrame. s**t! Where did the 'He's mine!' go? Probably spurned by the pep talk from cleric girl squished in the corner over there. He urged Ernie forward to intercept, but she had just finished getting her head around the fact that Ven was an enemy now and was in the process of reorienting herself. Luckily, another bloodied figure burst past Grim and gave Ven another deep cut on the abdomen before any serious damage could be done. By then, Ernie was finally ready and charged. Ashl aimed his lance and gave him a slicing blow to the back, his expression hard.
  
  Ashl had it all figured out now. He had a plan. A simple plan since he was never the type to be elaborate, but it was still something.
  
  1. He'd beat the ******** out of his best friend, and grudgingly accept help from the others since the sooner they won this, the sooner he could knock some sense into Ven's thick skull. And Grim must've been getting tired by now so, whatever. He never played by the rules or was noble and s**t. That was usually Ven's job.
  2. Win over this half-burnt fort (why in Carsius' shrunken d**k did they want this place again? Gods he hated politics. He seriously needed to get laid after this if he didn't get captured, tortured and/or killed first).
  
  Time for some tough bromama Ashl love.
  
  

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ooc // here is cruddy post.

Ashl's HP: 90

Ashl's accuracy roll: 4
Ashl's final accuracy: 4 + 6/2 + 3 + 2 = 12
Venett's dodge: 11 - 2 = 9
12>9 hit

Damage roll: 8
(1d10 + luck?): 8 + 3 = 11
11 > 10 (critical hit)
10 + strength: 10 + 4 = 14
Ashl's damage: 14 x 2 = 28
Venett's defence: 4
Final damage: 28 - 4 = 24

[ninefoxes]

_________________________H E A L T H // 86
_____BRYNN ♕ HAMMER OF JUSTICE
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xl ＤＥＦＥＮＳＥＮＣＥ: ██████████ 4/10 tab ＲＥＳＩＳＴＡＮＣＥ: ██████████ 3/10
xl ＨＩＴＩＰＯＩＮＴＳ: ██████████ 5/10 tab ＳＫＩＬＬＴＡＮＣＥ: ██████████ 5/10
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BASICALLY I ROLLED A 4 AND THAT'S NOT ENOUGH.


HOW DID HE MISS THE GIANT LION BLOCKING THE HALLWAY AGAIN????

Brynn wanted very much to try again, but the lion had backed away at Ambra's attack. If it could be called an attack at all. At least she hit it. His attention turned to her for a brief moment before a blur of pink rushed past him, straight into the throne room. Venett was already having trouble holding his own in there, against the combined might of a lot more than just one Almean, which meant that Brynn needed to get in there and help the rogue. Except this. Giant. Lion. Blocking the doorway. Despite this obvious obstacle, there was also the matter of leaving Ambra to fend for herself. She wouldn't last much longer and even if she were to continue attacking, Brynn wondered if it would do any good. gdi chatzy.

Lucretia. Where was their healer? Where were their reinforcements? The bell that rang above the sounds of soldiers fighting told Brynn that they were coming, but he'd thought that the reinforcements were coming for a while now, and since they hadn't arrived yet, Brynn wasn't so sure about relying on them to make it in time at all.

Of course, he was really only delaying the inevitable.

Ambra knew what she was doing when she told him to go. Brynn could only nod as he turned his attention, once more, to the Almeans who stood in his way. He looked up just in time to see the lion pounce at him, a deafening roar making Brynn's ears ring and drowning out any other sounds for a moment. It was all he could do to duck to the side to avoid getting the full brunt of the lion's weight on him. Still, Brynn felt the beast's claws dealing a great deal of pain to his side. He clenched his teeth, steeling himself against the sudden dizziness that came from a blow like that. No counterattack because Brynn clearly can't be trusted to hit the giant lion.

Even if Brynn knew what he needed to do, it was still pretty much impossible to accomplish. In other words, Brynn is too fat to squeeze through what little space the big lion didn't take up. "I'm not sure if you can see the lion or not, Ambra," Brynn said, after another moment's pause, "but I won't be able to help Venett with it there." He glanced behind them, wishing that there was someplace safe for Ambra to wait for a medic or Lucretia. "Don't do anything stupid, Ambra." No more jabbing lances at the lion, for instance. "Wait for the reinforcements." He knew he was only repeating what countless others have already said, but there was hardly anything he could do beyond stopping Ambra from throwing her life away which would make Brynn very very sad and since he can't seem to hit the lion, he could only hope that the reinforcements really were coming.

[caffye west]

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  SERITH'S HP: 122/130
  
  Chance of Serith puking: 2. LOL
  
  accuracy roll: 14 tab final accuracy: 14 + 4/2 + 0 + 0 = 14 + 2 = 16
  16 > 11 screech
  
  damage roll: 4
  ( 4 + 1? ) + 7 = ( 4 ) + 7 = 4 + 7 = 11
  
  Venett’s resistance: 3
  damage received: 11 - 3 = 8
  
  
  Oh no. Grim’s time as a Lion was about to run out, which meant any minute now he could turn human. While Serith had thought to send Leo as their tank in place, that might not be viable if he didn’t arrive sometime soon.. There were just too many Ottians outside; they needed to take this mercenary down now and protect the entrance. Once they got in, it would be all over for them. Who else was a viable tank? "Saren, could you call Cathal; we need someone to block the — agh!”
  
  Just as he noticed the healer, the mercenary lunged and managed to strike his arm, leaving a nasty gash that turned the white of his robes crimson. His eyes widened, but before he could faint from the sight of his blood, someone else decided to dye his robes red. Leo appeared out of nowhere, pushing him away from the mercenary and landing a clean hit of his own. He slowly watched as the Ottian’s dark clothes turn black with the blood. Oh god, this was what war was really like, wasn’t it? Seeing your enemy flinch in pain, their blood staining your clothes and forever dirtying your hands. The white-haired shaman fought the urge to release the contents of his stomach on the the throne room floor. He just wasn’t cut out for this.
  
  He heard the woosh of wind and saw Ashl ready his lance; a clean hit. A strangle gasp escaped. He tasted the sour bite of bile, but he fought to compose himself. He had to get used to it. He took Venett’s disorientation as a chance to stand up, forcing himself to ignore the blood that so liberally decorated his robes. It was a mix of his, Leo’s and Venett’s. It was disgusting. He shuddered, knowing he wanted to burn this particular outfit once this was all over. He wanted no memory of the siege on Fort Meringue. Serith would request to head back to the mainland; he wasn't much use out here after all. What with him having the urge to apologize every single time he attacked?
  
  Someone kicked the book he’d dropped back to him, and he frantically flipped the pages for a spell. What would work? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he should try something stronger; his luck in terms of accuracy was holding up after all. Maybe it would continue favoring Serith. Raising his hand, he felt the raw power escape the small compartment he carefully kept locked up inside. ”Grabe ba’t ayaw mo tumama ng malakas?" Unfortunately, his misgauged his aim and it hit just to the right of the mercenary; he only caught the the least of the blast.
  
  "Saren, Grim’s about to shift to human, we need Cathal here." He looked to Leo; it would be ideal if he and his father could tagteam the door, but the mercenary was in no shape to defend anyone. Hell, it looked like he could barely defend himself. "Yulia, could you keep healing him until he can fight?" Out of all of them, Leo was the one who needed it the most after all.
  
  
  
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