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Maxton presses his shield firmly into the attacks, forcing their trajectories into the empty space of the room. His blade lashes forward like golden lightning in the process attempting to bite in to every offenders flesh without mercy. The force and thundering his speed of his motion continuing...

Maxton gives his Daiklave a good turnabout in the air, reacquainting himself with the weight and balance briefly. Dashing forward behind his new patron, Maxton took position behind Viktor, holding his sword up as an absolute, impassable aegis over them both as Viktor clawed for the staff. The...

Maxton holds his arm to the side as a shaft of air extending from it began to undulated in an odd rippling pattern. Within a moment Maxton withdrew his hand made Daiklave of Conquest as his anima flared to full blast, a sign of Maxton's limits being removed. Maxton eyed the crew with a blank...

"No no. No spoilers for now." Maxton replied with a smile. "Though now that you mention it, getting a patron for some manufacturing work would be a nice change. Up until now, I haven't had much time to prepare more advanced arms for my troops."

Maxton lets out a deep chuckle, "My employers failure to specify means is their own problem. Besides, I have no lack of paying customers or productive work even without those two. Given my understanding of the circumstances, however, I am curious to see just how you plan on dismantling this...

"Unfortunately, I can't attest to witnessing the signatures. Security protocol for my unit is rather demanding I'm afraid."

The letter outlines the official notice of support from some Guild officials with the signatures of Keen Eyed Falcon of the West, Local Guild Factor, and Rezshin Al'Borun, a mercenary commander currently on the Despot's payroll. The man named Maxton Hearthhand has been charged to offer his...

Maxton approached Viktor's seat in the stands bearing a small sealed scroll. "I assume you are Viktor? Our mutual contacts instructed me to meet with you and offer you this." The man said extending his gauntlet covered hand. Before Viktor stood a fairly tall, solid figured man, dark of hair with...

Renost chuckles as Opal offers him the antidote, "No need for the antidote, I've already stored the poison for someone else. I'm sorry if the level of force levied was jarring, but it seemed rather insulting to hold too much back." Turning to Viktor, "Officially, the Gold Faction tends to want...

Renost re-enters his prior form charm holding up the hand of chaos. "Where the energy of one harms, the energy of the other heals. If you take my hand it should begin healing the damage. You fought well by the way, I almost lost an identity to that surge of attacks." he offered with a smile.

Renost sighs, "It seems like I need to have words with a few of my associates on teaching these newbies not to bait an angry Titan into mauling them... I swear, I can't leave for a single week without some foolish oversight of those self important heathens that call themselves Viziers..." Renost...

Renost raises both hands in position perpendicular to his wrists as he leaps backward. Landing up on one of the cross beams between the columns, Renost balanced on one leg as the glowing energies of the room faded to different colors with a noticeable dimness around his hands, "So that's how...

At the first sign of attack, Renost lunges forward raising his arm to wrap around the tentacle flying toward him. In an oddly liquid motion his body would flow up the edge of the limb as he attempted to establish a firm grapple hold from behind. As the opponent continued to struggle, some of the...

Renost leaps over Opals head running up a wooden column behind her as she transforms then pushing off the cross beam into a straight dive back down in a seemingly haphazard spiral flail of limbs. The hand of order as well as both feet come driving toward Opal's head in a hailstorm of attacks.

Having missed both attacks, Renost tumbled over, taking the strike to the bottom of his foot sending him spinning backwards. Though the hit landed securely his body was no worse for wear. With the opponent's strike mitigated, Renost would continue his leap forward in a sudden recovery and to...

Renost bows in kind as a martial artist. Suddenly, his body would distort into a highly exaggerated caricature of normal posture. To Opal Renost would appear excessively slovenly and chaotic his posture bent in a near unnatural fashion. To Viktor, Renost would appear as a man of tall perfection...

Renost leads the way to a high ceiling one-story longhouse built with traditional dojo architecture and aesthetics. Including the thin walls, wooden columns, railings, and floors, and some stone walkways around the exterior. Behind the structure proper is a large rock formation with a fountain...

Renost looked at Darian with a quizzical expression, "I think you mistake my approach to combat. I have a knack for being more unpredictable than the opposition and making good use of it. I have no longer have need to read an opponent and their moves. Instead, I command the direction, the...

"The manse is built as a training facility worthy of Exalted bouts, we should be fine. Anything short of killing blows is acceptable. Well, unless you plan to become larger than the manse, in which case I imagine we'll have to do this outside."

"My dojo should be a sufficient environment for combat." Renost said with a smile. "And I appreciate your acknowledgement from earlier, but things have changed since we jumped into this little debacle of Marlon's. Shall we be off?"