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Silence loomed over the paladin as she thought over of what he said. Loki... Where had she heard that name before? However, if what Octavio had said was true, then it would explain what a fine mess they were in.

But how to defeat a god? Weren't gods supposed to be immortal? And yet, he said that he wasn't. What was it about this Loki character? She would admit that he was a mystery to her. However, she couldn't deny the fact that he created this mess for them.

She had never battled a god before.... However, if there was a way to defeat him, then everything would be back to normal.

Isadora looked up to Octavio and said. "If what you've said is true, then we must gather our strength and energy to defeat him. I don't know how we can defeat him. However, I can't wait for peace to come back onto this land."

Amelia's eyes widened. Loki. Always that goddamned Loki. Her throat seized up, and she held on tighter to her breakfast. To kill a god? How was that even possible? Amelia closed her eyes. She thought of the monsters at winter, sent by his hand... his form, wreathed in flame and darkness, forcing its way into her mind... she shivered. And now this, lending the previously-good Mika her power and, presumably, her ill will towards them.

Amelia opened her eyes. She put the food she had been eating in Victoria's hand; she was clearly hungrier than she, and suddenly the General had no appetite. "What sort of preparation do we need?" she asked Octavio. Her eyes smoldered, a raw determination burning behind large green irises. "Vulneraries? New weapons? I'll help however I can. If we're going to take that son of a b***h down, I'm not about to sit around and watch."

"Zzzzz..." Rhys snored softly, echoing Amelia's words. "Zzzz..."

No, he was still out of it. It looked as though he wasn't running a fever, at least. Other than collapsing in that thicket from exhaustion, he seemed alright.

He had the vague sensation of his head pressing up against armor as Amelia held him to her chest, but he wasn't about to wake up for that one.

"Zzzz..." he snored again, taking Octavio's words to heart.

Amelia turned her eyes down to Rhys as he snored. He was still asleep. Amelia shifted a little, removing her shoulderguards and resting his cheek there. That'd be more comfortable, wouldn't it? Amelia rubbed his back slowly, letting him sleep as Octavio walked away to get more equipment.

"...My bow and Killer Lance are at the manor..." Amelia murmured. "My own armor, too... and I can't get at any of it..." She cast her eyes down in regret, keeping Rhys close. She didn't speak any further, just let him continue his snoring.

Nino plopped down on the ground in thought. Her good weapons were in her room... At the castle.. In practically a war zone. "I want to use Leander's staff... It's been sitting in my room for ages... But it's back at the castle... All I've got is an old elfire."

It was still early morning, and Loch had decided to fly back the direction he'd come to meet Jyoti. The rain had long stopped - he guessed it had been a freak weather occurance for that area only - but his clothes and hair were still drenched. As he flew over the forest at the base of the nearby mountains, Jyoti's words echoed through his mind.

"I'm happy because I'm not alone."

Loch's stomach churned. Her words were sincere enough, but his impression prevented her from believing her. Holy Valkryies were holy because they were, well, good. They harnessed the power of light. It was so, so disturbing that the only reads of aura he got off of her were darkness. It was an eerie vibe he'd gotten from the others he'd encountered, too. He'd chalked it up with Evelyn to the fact that she was a practitioner of elder magics, and with Misura as coincidence. But Jyoti was too much to just displace from his mind.

He was distracted by the readings of many people gathered not so far away. Injured, sorrowful people. It was too much to resist, so he altered his flight path and set off towards them. As he came to the edge of the forest, he saw them gathered at a campsite. Familiar faces - the paladin and the sage, he recognized. Loch descended upon them, casually withdrawing his Mend staff.

"By Goddess," he murmured, "You all look terrible..."

Loki? One man army? It was all too much for Ephraim to comprehend. Some of them knew who this 'Loki' was but Ephraim has absolutely no idea who he or she was.

"Get your weapons. Your best weapons.

As soon as those words were said, Ephraim froze for a good few minutes. Reginleif was in his room..and his room was...well, you know the story. Spear in room, Room at manor and blah blah blah. He frowned, knowing this was another battle he'd have to sit out on. Man, sitting still wasn't exactly the Prince's idea of 'helping'. He sunk down on the tree while wearing a frown upon his face.

Trudgin into camp with the young lord, all he saw was people gettin ready. "Another battle alrady?"

(A bit late...I have a bit of bad timing.)