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Ruelash
9hp

The dream had been stressful so far, and Ruelash wanted to be out of the terrifying place. Not that he was aware of the dream as a dream, but he knew it could end. He needed it to end. Suddenly, though, things turned for the better - battle raged around him, his element and home. He whooped and gave in to the battle-madness, cutting down anyone in his way. What did he care about sides? What did he care about motives? All he wanted was blood and death and violence and pain, and he got it.

He killed and killed, and his next target soon emerged. He came down on them, only belatedly realizing that it was...

"Volka?!" he pulled back just in time, "What're ye doin' out here?" He knelt to her level, "You ain't ready for this yet!" he made to pick her up... only to feel a piercing pain in his neck. "Guh?" Hot blood coursed down his chest. "Ch... Chi's breath..." he said, somehow able to speak, somehow able to be alive. She'd stabbed him. He could see the hard light in her eyes. "G-guess ye are." He blocked her next attack, and then the next. "But serious, hold up... h-hold up...!" She kept attacking him and he didn't want to hurt her, but she was starting to piss him off..."Hey! Come on!" she stabbed him in the liver and he fell to the ground. "Augh! Hey!" Clearly, little Volka was playing for keeps. He was proud, but he also knew he needed to fight back, to strike back, to show her how real grown ups fought... he stood up, bracing himself to block her next blow... and suddenly he couldn't move. He was frozen in a defensive posture. He couldn't attack her. He couldn't speak. He could only watch as she attacked him, again and again, and he, miraculously, lived...

Aylin
Post 7 - Choice C
HP: 3



Aylin strode over to Marlaya with a smile, congratulating her on her success with a pat on the back. “You looked amazing Marla, I can’t believe you got the hang of it so quickly!” Although her words were encouraging, Aylin felt only discouraged. She would take a break from the training for now, perhaps some other time she could return to this clearing and try her hand at riding again…

Lost in her own thoughts, Aylin didn’t initially notice that the trainer and Marlaya were become distorted, but her attention was caught by the cry of the janarim as their setting changed once again. Her eyes turned to where Marlaya and the janarim once stood. No. The flames had made their way back, smoke distorting her friend as she crumpled before her, arms reaching out for help. No. Aylin looked past her fallen friend in terror, locking eyes with a soldier all too familiar. No. The young Oban rushed towards her, a hatred-filled snarl escaping his lips as he raised his sword to strike. Not again! Electricity coursed through her arms, terror replaced with rage as a bolt of lightning left her fingertips, striking the soldier down.

She was running, running from those lifeless eyes and into the fray of battle. Aylin pushed her way through the carnage around her, raw magic feeding her anger as she struck down faceless enemies. They were changing, Oban features elongating and skin distorting to become Alkidikes. She no longer knew where she was, except it must be Jauhar; were these the Extremists? Aylin turned and turned, dizzied by the overwhelming rage she felt within her own heart and the ferocity of the battle she found herself in.

The Alkidikes advancing on her to the right suddenly cried out in anguish, disappearing into smoke. A figure stepped forward through the flames, his dark skin unharmed by the magic swirling in an almost palpable aura around him. Aylin froze, shocked out of the rage that had consumed her, “Biroki?!” But the look in her mentor’s eyes was not one of recognition- she saw only the same burning anger that had filled herself. Terrified, Aylin did the best to defend herself from his attacks and reach him with her words, desperate to break him out of this trance, knowing she was no match for the experienced sage.

[WC: 391]

Huyana
Post 7 - Choice B
HP 16




Fighting wasn't something he did. Huyana was a lover. The chaos of the battle raging around him certainly inspired that fire within him but even so he didn't react with violence. Not even when he came face to face with Eirlys. She had a look in her eyes that said she didn't recognize him and it hurt Huy to see that but when she came at him he let her hit him. Over and Over again. What was he supposed to do? Not only was she a close friend, someone he cared about, but she was a woman. There was no way he'd fight against her even if he could.

Jacinthus - Post 7
HP: 9



As the scene changed yet again Jacinthus found himself in the midst of a bloody battle, something that actually made his heart sink for a moment. Another battle? Another war? Who was it against this time? How he was starting to find war after war to be tiresome in his 'old age' he thought to himself before he forced himself to take a step back. He needed to fight, not about to let anyone beat him, but hadn't he lost his weapon in the fall? How was he supposed to fight without his bow? Wait... his bow... looking down at his hands Jacinthus was surprised to find that not only did he have his trust bow in hand he actually had an arrow notched and at the ready. Not expected, but welcome, at least that meant he would be able to fight.

Starting forward Jacinthus sent arrows flying at those trying to attack him, taking down his opponents left and right with ease, that was until he found himself stand across from instead of side by side with, Takoda. He felt a pain in his chest as though he'd been hit with one of his own arrows as he saw his mate starring at him with a look that spoke volumes, he was going to fight him? That couldn't be right... right? He wouldn't! A desperate thought that got an answer a moment later as Takoda sent a spell flying at him, one that collided with Jacinthus before it threw him backwards.

He pushed himself up to his feet, looking toward his mate again, only to get hit by another spell. He could fight back, should fight back, but instead he allowed himself to be pummeled with spell after spell. He couldn't do it, couldn't raise a hand to Takoda, and if it were his mate that killed him in the end then so be it...

Dexurn- Post 7
HP 8

It wasn’t his victory, though it should have been. He was happy for his partner, but.. he didn’t feel like trying anymore. Maybe later...
He was sad as the world seemed to blend. As it was becoming clear again, his heart leapt into his throat. How did he end up on a battlefield again? Was there another war?! To his surprise, he was charging through the enemy quite easily, feeling as though he’d successfully been through many battles.

Cutting down a larger enemy, he was shocked to see his dear friend charging at him. Were they truly so angry with him? Was it something about the war? Why were they on the wrong side?!
No!

Bringing his arm up, his cutting weapon turned into his shield to block each blow as he tried to get his friend’s attention. They’d have to stop once they realized it was him, right?

Faamy- Post 7
HP 9

The anger burned in her chest, disgusted with her partner. Faamy was ready to never look back at this stupid idea or her stupid partner. She was almost happy to see the training grounds melt away. Good! Be gone!

When she next looked around though, he found herself in the middle of a huge battle. The anger still bubbling in her chest, in was now directed at those fighting her. She felt like she had the strength of ten of her!

All that strength vanished when she saw a dear friend in front of her. Did they not recognize her? Couldn’t they see? She let out a howl of anger... but she couldn’t raise her weapon. Not to that person... Instead, she took the hit, wondering what she’d done to be so hated.

Vollerei
HP: 17-2=15
Volle doesn't allow anyone to hit her without a fight!

Riona
HP: 11-4=7
As much as her sister can annoy her at times... Riona would never strike her. But she wouldn't let herself be hit either!