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Newbies on twitter, Marcus was feeling behind on the times. Apparently, one of the new guys was a mist, a mist male was like a unicorn. Rare and only appearing at the right times. Honestly Marcus didn't buy into that so much as he thought if the guy landed in mist well there you go, that was where he belonged. No big deal. He'd be under Cass though, and that had Marcus curious. Who did Cass get to have under her command? Or really, who would Cass coo over?

He really couldn't see her giving many orders aside from what was needed. Scratching his nose, he cracked an egg , alternating in the shell to separate yolk and whites. Yolks for the sauce, whites for the dough. A simple 'vegatarian' chili, he had to make the sauce before he could add in other bits. And the bread was to replace the meat with a thick almost dumpling like material. Overall, it was Marcus bullshitting in the kitchens. He'd sent the text out not all that long ago, and now he was nearly done. whisk the spices with the egg sauces, let the dough rise, he text again.

Scrolling through he growled at the fact oh look, first text hadn't sent. Well that explained some things.

To bad for Ro, training was never over. Hands clean and sword out, The moon hunter was leaning on a fence by the dummies, watching some of the more senior suns spar in the distance. They were good, and watching fighters was a sort of training. If you know how someone fought, you knew how to block. Something like that.

Turning his gaze from them to find the rare unicorn, the swirls of gold on white were hard to miss. Especially when on a guy. "I take it you're the new man in the mist?" He waved him over. "Or did you steal the coat from one of the girls?"

The scythe got a look. A small part of him was suddenly happy the guy was in mist. No more deaths running around with scythes please and thank you. Running his free hand in his hair, blue eyes looked at the coat once more. "You don't really earn a most coat. As far as the majority of the divisions are concerned, Mist is the lowest of the low. When you ******** up you're sent to mist." He shrugged.

"It's kind of a d**k thing to say, but that's just how things are. So long as you guys do your job I couldn't care less what division you're in." Spinning sword in hand he smiled. "Mist is the jack of all trades, master of none. Moon is defense, so you're challenge today is to break mine."

He frowned at the mention of the sun trainee. "Rep hates anyone who isn't about to put up with his bigoted s**t. He killed a human and has shown he doesn't care. Never mind the fact he's an insubordinate little s**t." He felt the scythe hit and end up not in his shield. "As for being a mist, that's pretty much true in every division only you guys get it doubled up."

Looking at how the weapon moved he watched how it slid off his blade. "You're moving like a sun, and hitting a curve with a curve. Tighten your movements and angle the blade to use the curve of my blade against me."

He held up his sword. "Find the balance between attacking and keeping yourself defended. A wide attack leaves you wide open for an attack."

HP: 60
Defending for: 1

"In part. You're mist, it's not all about moving like a sun or defending like a moon." The scythe got his hand, a small twitch of his lips showing his displeasure as he shifted hands, the blade cutting through him.

Marcus looked at the stance before hitting at one of Ro's hands. "The point is balancing the divisions. You need to be able to do both, if not more at the same time while not sacrificing skill. A mist takes on aspects of each division. In battle, you'll be taking more a sun's attacking skill with a moon's movement, maybe a bit of death's cunning thrown in." He was pretty sure Candace would have covered this.

"Think of it like multi-classing."

HP: 55
Damage: 1

The scythe got his leg, sending Marcus sprawling on the ground. A good move, the moon hunter grinned as he moved to get up again. Once up, he stabbed rather softly at Roland. "Pretty good. Tell me though once you've got someone down what do you thing you should do? Go for the head? Hands? Feet?" Dis's glow was fading just slightly, the vampire getting bored. "Or do you keep going for the torso?"

HP: 47
Damage: 1

The answer got a smirk before the expression vanished under a series of small blows. Wincing as he felt the attacks dig into his shield, Marcus retaliated with a series of slashes on his own. The faint blue glow from Dis returned, pleased with the fact he was feeding so well if nothing else.

HP: 39
Damage: 14