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Herra smirked as she sat in the rafters, above even the squalling human trash below her, gawking at these weak little chickens like they were something special, just because they truly were not. She flicked her nose in annoyance and she watched as the last of the Golems fell. It looked like the little power boost had gone a long way for the little whelps. She wasn't sure how quickly they would end it, but she was glad that the whole thing had come to a close.

She smirked as she hopped off of the rafters and plummeted down into the sand, landing with enough force to cause a little explosion of sand up and around her. As it settled, she lightly brushed it from her hair and looked over at the trainees. "Weeell weeell weell. A meighteh pearformance froom the wee boogars. Ahnd applause ahnd cheering ahnd, lah dee dah. Nao. Oi ded sey thar wud beh a reward fer a couple o ye runts, Ah noo." She stated with a grin as she thrust her hand into her pockets. "Ah fewnd ehm mehself. Keld the moighty bahstards at used the skells inside ehm. Trust meh. Theyar powar wus enoof tah stand against a god. Nairture the reylics, ahnd, pearhaps they may have that sayme powar one day." She stated with a civious grin as she appeared directly infront of Locke. He would have little to no chance of reacting as she grabbed his wrist and pulled it out in front of him. She would have done this, and placed the golden relics on his wrist by the time he would even realize she was in front of him. Ehnjoy. Behleive meh, when yoo git whopped, next boyo, you're going tah luv eht mar than ye evar ded." She said, chuckling as her body would seem to fade as an after-image, her form already standing infront of Constance.

It would be that point that the golden relics would spread their tendrils and they would jut down into Locke's wrist. It would not feel pleasant, surely, but they would be like 4 needles per relic, quickly, to be fair, and then there would be a sharp burning pain as they cauterized their own entry wounds with electricity. The golden relics, topped with the cloud and lightning bolt of zeus, the Tempest Links, would immediately fill Locke's body with electricity. Though it would not hurt him, he would merely feel...energized in a way. It would run through his body and feel like a tingling sensation that he would need to get used to. This feeling would also be honed as he concentrated upon it--he would truly be able to feel the energy it sent through him as a part of his own body. It wouldn't be until someone hit him maliciously, however, that he would see the true effects.

Herra looked over Constance with a quirked brow. The girl reminded her of a more timid version of herself in a way. "Ahs fer yoo, lass. Oi've got sumtin special, true." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of leather gloves. They were black in color, with polished steel knuckle-caps, that had small tubes leading down to three miniature canisters built into the fabric of the gloves. The left hand had none of these canisters or tubes. "Ahnother bebe reylic, sure. Buht, the bahstard Oi repped et froom...ee kehld mah best friend, and used his soul to kehl every meyte we brought with us. Eht mey teek tayme....buh oi recken eht'll be fierce, gal." She slapped the gloves down in her hands and she grinned. "When ye need tah oopgreed eht...coom tah meh. Weell do ehy togehthar. Oi've got plahns." She turned to the others and nodded her head to them. "Ahs fer de rest. Good job. Ye all ded wehl. Look forward tah seein mahr from ye's." She stated, taking a deep breath. With that, however, her body seemed to evaporate once more as an after image...she was...gone?

I guess that was it.

--ooc: Alrighty guys! That completes the tutorial battle! From here on in, you should feel pretty confident in updating your characters, and having battles thrown at you during your missions! Of course, though, if you have any questions regarding the systems or using abilities or anything like that, I will definitely help you through as you do your own first couple of things! =]

ALSO. No need to worry about the Relics. I have already added them to your profiles! After you hit 200 total stat points, you will have access to both of your relics at the same time, however, until then you will need to choose which to use at the start of each combat. =]

There is a wee bit of god modding with Locke. However, you can evoke the stat system and roll to dodge the wrist grab, and I will happily edit. Your chance would be 1%. xD

Also, for the end of this, we are NOT going to be adding all of our words together like we did with the last update. We're just keeping our solo word counts, and you can either do an update with those words, or you can carry your count into your next RP segment. Your choice. You can also "bank them". This is an update, where you just post your current RP totals, and bank them. I then put them on your profile under a "word bank" where you can pull from at any time for future updates.

This way you could bank all the words from this RP, and start fresh from wherever you go from here. HOWEVER. It's all your guys' call. The only time I will not allow an update from here-on-in, is DURING a battle. If you find yourself outclassed...well...you're probably going to die. It can happen. It probably WILL. Unless you decide to RP without doing battles. Which you totally can. I look forward to seeing what you all do!!

The rest of the battle seemed to crumble in upon itself like a tidy demolition. Whereas the setup had been tedious and unsure, the execution at the end had managed without a hitch. He ripped the tanto blades from the husk of the Golem and he allowed the energies around the blades to die down. He definitely had some training to do with these now...he could still feel the excess lifeforce from the strikes flowing through his body. Every bruise and scratch he had gotten during the fight already having repaired itself. He would strengthen that ability. His enemy's pain would become his salvation.

He was snapped back from his thoughts as Herra appeared once again. She made a very casual dismissal of the event and then she awarded Locke and Constance both with a sort of relic. Locke's seemed to embed itself into his arms, whereas Constance's was a more practical glove of some kind. Herra left with little ceremony...and he could not blame her, they didn't owe each other anything, after all. They had only just barely met. He looked down at the Golem's hand still clasping Otei's sword and he pried it off with the edge of one of this small swords, freeing her weapon and nodding to her in thanks for her aid in the fight. When Constance opened up about getting a drink, he quirked a brow at her and he shook his head. "Not exactly my scene. You'll have luck anywhere near the piers though. Sailors and ale and all that." He stated with a half-bow, placing one furred hand in front of his chest and leaning forward just slightly. Maybe a quarter bow...but a show of some kind of respect at least. "You all fought well."

With that he would leave. He turned on a padded foot in the sandy arena and he looked up at a few of the chains he had almost forgotten were dangling from the ceiling. He hopped up and grabbed one of the hooks, careful not to cut himself as he pulled himself up on the chain and hopped from one metal, clanging rope to the next until he had gained purchase on the top of the ring once more. As he stood up at the top of the ring, he caught the eye of a felis man in the crowd of spectators, and he knew for a moment it had to be...but as another member of the crowd passed him, the man was gone. Chibiru flexed his hands and his mouth went dry as he thought of coughing up seawater after being thrown dozens of stories to his supposed death. He took a deep, calming breath, relaxing himself, knowing that surely it could not have been his Brother. They would have no reason to know he was alive...no reason to have followed him for this long. Except...of course...he supposed there was the small issue of his dead father's last request. The scroll of parchment that deemed his youngest son to be the heir to his legacy and the head of the Musashi clan.

He ground his jaw thinking about it...and he paused for a moment more before he sighed and looked back at Constance. "I don't know a place...but I will help look...if it pleases you." He looked down into the pit at the giant woman as well, and back toward Locke, not sure of their decisions on the matter. He did not ask for their accompaniment, but was sure the extra bodies may make it more comfortable. He was not a small talker after all...he was more used to...prison life to be fair. He could still feel the cold floor, and taste the day old food he was given for failing "simple" tasks. He had never tried to drown these thoughts in alcohol...but...hell, there was a first for everything.

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