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Maluc chuckled to himself as he watched the centaur's apprehension upon first wielding the holy blade. "She acts as if I didn't create it specifically for her." He spoke to himself, realizing only then that his Order members didn't in fact actually know him. Pinching the bridge of his nose he began to think, not knowing quite which way he should go about getting to know them. Shaking it off, he closed his eyes and began to watch those under his command. Seeing Rhiu's mental stress he laughed shortly to himself and snapped his fingers; once the sound had finished it's echo through his room there sat a small piece of paper hanging from a string above Rhiu's translation book. It read:



It was a small section of an oath taken by a certain order of knights, rather than have you recite it, I instead inscribed it to your blade. The words were meant for you to take each motion of your sword to hold the meaning of them. Whether you take such hold upon them I leave to you. -Maluc



Stretching back in his phantasmal chair he turned his attention to Mithras, eager to watch his performance in the Colosseum.

((Hope you feel better soon Alundra!))

Mithras feels the strength of his horses, the motion of his chariot, and the determination of his driver. He lines up his sights and arrow with all these factors in mind, and yet....something's missing. He feels it despite the sweat down his forehead and the tension in the air from the roaring masses of computer-generated people. Something that has lingered in the back of his mind decided to make a rude appearance now.

What am I doing this for? Personal glory?....No, of course not.

Two arrows fly straight for his head coming from opposite directions. Mithras ducks and watches them clash then clatter at his feet.

About two months ago a man, an insomniac, had stolen time away from Mithras. Time when he himself needed a consoling voice to put him to sleep. Time he needed comfort from the one person who could dress his wounds and ease his aches. But instead she tended to the insomniac, leaving him alone, his heart wrought with desolation. Day and night, Mithras prayed by the Leo stone and under Hashmal's watchful eye, searching for peace within himself and forgiveness towards a man he's never met.

Truly, I had wished to be a Knight...

Mithras growls at himself and fires his arrow. It misses the archer but nicks the driver in the shoulder. He mentally kicks himself and reaches for another arrow from his quiver. Distracted but quickly made aware by his driver, the second chariot pulls up alongside and the archer jumps at Mithras with a short dagger in hand. Without enough time to react, the archer and Mithras slam into the side of the chariot and tumble out onto the ground.

What am I doing?! Now is not the time to be thinking about this!

((T.T I am. Slowly.))

((We might Squall... but the only guild we have as an official enemy is practically disbanded... or was last I checked. So if we do we're gonna need some new baddies

Also: All Hunter and Black Mage banners are done. Check 'em out, I loooove the Black Mage ones... they're just sooo good. XD, I don't think I'll ever top them.))

Turning to Alundra, Maluc was surprised to notice he'd been spotted he wasn't actually there after all, it was just his astral projection of himself. "I'm curious about Mithras. There is a certain distress in his mind and I'm here to observe it, among other things. And you?" As his sentence finished his astral form faltered through what could most closely be described as static.

As that static echoed through his form at the colosseum, he heard in his mind Rhiu's words. He debated now as to whether he would answer her again. "No, I'll let her figure it out on her own. It's this curiosity that will fuel the realization she needs anyway." As his thoughts finished there he focused again on his astral projection. With his focus he negated the image and placed his real body there, leaving only a slight seam for Alundra to pick up on.

((Well most likely I'll be busy with work but we'll see // And Royal Pot o' Gold Bank still owes me gold. They're still working on paying everyone back....))

This wasn't in the parameters of the simulation. Then again, having the settings to be as realistic as possible meant that cheating was perfectly normal in the Colosseum. Anything to keep the masses dazzled. Mithras rolls into a crouch, eyes fixed on his enemy. His opponent looked to be about similar height but had a little more muscle mass.

His ears twitch to the vibrations of the other chariot rushing towards him. Narrowing his eyes at the man on the ground Mithras rushes him, drawing his dirk as he runs. The opponent likewise meets him in a charge, blade drawn and ready. Mithras bends low as he runs, appearing to go for a swipe to the man's side. His opponent reacts in kind by raising his dagger into the air ready to cleave Mithras' head. However, at the last possible moment, Mithras digs his right foot into the ground and with the momentum he built up he drives his left knee into the man's stomach. Light armor could do very little against the blow as the wind is knocked out of his opponent.

Mithras then quickly sidesteps the man and does a tumble, picking up his opponent's bow in the process. He draws, aims, and fires at the passing chariot, the arrow of which sinks into the back of the moving archer's neck. Mithras watches as the dead archer collapses over his charioteer and how the chariot subsequently loses control and topples over in the distance.

The crowds cheer and for a moment his thoughts float their way to the surface again.

I know it's the computer's A.I. at work here, but hey at least it seems like someone cares...

((Meh? Royal Pot O' Gold? Where? Can I get some of that X3))

(*joyously reads through posts in order to assimilate self with the environment*
Also: Lock, Stock, and Barrel ftw.)