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Byakko herself was lingering near the edge of the clearing, propped up on a fallen tree with her legs crossed meditatively. Kanabo in hand, she tediously wiped each individual iron spike with a rag, content to polish her weapon until the two recruits arrived. Free time was rare- she had to make every spare minute count. Every now and then she looked up from her work to throw a glance over at Zeffer and peer around the clearing for the others, before returning to hunch over the long spiked club resting in her lap. A tiny part of her hoped the two lowbloods were planning an ambush. Zeffer's efforts to train their forces was crucial, but as usual, she was more interested in seeing how they currently performed. They'd fought alongside one another before- but it had been far too hectic to really follow what had happened in the caverns, let alone who was taking a bashing from whom.

Content with her handiwork, Akko leaned her weapon against the rotting wood and slid off the trunk, stretching her arms above her head as she slunk over to Zeffer. "What time did you tell them to meet us here?"

"Stop that!" Akko let out a low hiss in warning that cracked in her throat and came out as an almost-whine; much to her dismay. A deep scowl contorted her face. She hated her personal bubble being invaded, and liked him using his new found powers on her even less. Especially in front of the other rebels (she was still hoping they were hiding in the treetops for the opportune moment to strike).

Slapping away Zeffer's buzzing hands, the mutantblood's took a couple brisk steps backwards out of his reach. "That's ******** inappropriate." What, was he trying to start something with her? Crossing her arms tightly over her chest, she wrinkled her nose and stared him down. Dear gog, please let them show up soon. Bored Zeffer was certainly the most annoying kind.

Kamileunaire

∞ Ephias Sagine

Trailing a short distance behind Etsali with considerable less bounce was Ephias, shears jangling at his waist. As usual he looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, a pale complexion, and a somewhat bewildered but cross expression. He offered an unassuming appearance, with his hair tied back and his usual outfit exchanged for plainer, more practical attire. Even the shears at his side seemed harmless in comparison to the weapons his comrades carried.

“Ahh, we're not late, are we?”

“It's after sundown,” Ephias answered, as though that answered the question. While the blueblood had specified after sundown, he never specified how long after. To be late was impossible. Ephias stared down the two older trolls, cheerless. It was not an attempt to be cute; simply a statement of fact.

As he and Etsali crossed the remaining distance to Zeffer and Byakko, Ephias studied the makeshift arena. The brush and debris had been deliberately cleared away to make a battlefield. Logs and tree branches stood piled off to the side. The ground, while firm, still had a little give to it. Any sudden movements could be dangerous. Good thing they did not plan on doing anything fast-paced. Oh, wait.

Coming to a stop to the right side of Etsali, Ephias eyed the two trolls before him. The blueblood had all the charisma of an excited shark, while the mutantblood conveyed a more stoic nature. Neither seemed unusual. He had become acquainted with both—or at least well enough to know their names—during their efforts to build up Salamire, but aside from their most basic mannerisms knew little about them. The invitation for a sparring match had... come as a surprise.

As Etsali greeted the two (in a manner of speaking), Ephias unhooked his shears from his belt.