Fandom Seven Deadly Sins: Generation of Saints

[Sinny The Fool]

Cremeshaw

Cynthia looked at the creature in her arms conflicted. "But....well...." Cynthia went quiet as she thought for a moment. That....whatever he is doesn't know she's there so she would have element of surprise on her side. It would be all a matter of knowing when to strike or protect, her barrier could be of use. "Alright I'll help." Cynthia said as she smiled at Creme. She put Creme down and then turned around to see what was happening.

“Oh, that’s great!” Creme chimed while she was getting placed back down. She was happy to be back on the ground, but she would also be lying to herself if she didn’t subconsciously admit that she quite enjoyed being cradled and admired, she was also very happy that Cynthia agreed to help, even if she DID call her a bunny, it was easy for Creme to forgive and forget; she quietly murmured to herself “I just knew you were a good one..” then looked back out to the fight, seeing the same thing Cynthia saw in Jamiah’s opponent and Cremeshaw was just glad that Jamiah had two capable individuals to help him.

“You got this...What was your name? Anyway, I am going to be staying back here - for scouting purposes obviously! Wouldn’t trust Jamiah to make a plan...That boy really worries me…” she said as she trailed back off into the brushes to look for a good ‘scouting’ (hiding) spot.
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Jamiah V.S ‘Tyrant Killer’ Zag

Tallen focused her magical energy into her Vanguard ability, releasing a burst of strength and speed to catch up with Jamiah and Zag. Tallen closed in and kept going, letting her momentum carry her past the two boys with her weapon trail behind her. As she passed Zag, Tallen angled the curved, scytheblade of her weapon over his neck, trying to hook her opponent and drag him backwards, away from Jamiah and ideally off his feet. WIthout a firm surface like the ground to push off of, Zag would be less able to utilize his superior raw strength Tallen reasoned.

"Jamiah!" Tallen called, hoping her comrade would get the message and try and freeze their foe, she wouldn't be able to hold him here for more than a moment, given how easily he had shurgged off Jamiah's enhanced strength earlier.

"How strong is he?! Heck what is he is the better the question." She watched as Jamiah was slammed into the ground. The moment Jamiah called for help Cynthia casted a barrier that appeared around him. Cynthia was still in the same spot with her arms stretched out. She watched as suddenly Tallen came running out with a burst of speed her curved blade now over Zag's neck. Tallen then yelled out to Jamiah. Did Tallen want him to cast a spell? Cynthia could disperse her barrier the moment the spell was casted.

Zag smirked with malicious intent in his eyes. He was about to crush this pup underfoot. He couldn't wait to feel soft squishy bits of brain and hear the satisfying crunch of his skull when he stomped down on him. But just as he was about stomp the kid flat the armour-clad girl used her scythe to hold him back altering the power and trajectory of his foot. A small crater formed next to Jamiahs head mere inches closer and he would have been a pancake. Zag gritted his teeth and grabbed the blade of his scythe, snarling angrily. He twisted the blade not seeming to cut much. Suddenly he was spinning with such force that a small tornado formed around him. "You really believe you stand any chance against me!?" His voice seemed to carry over the howling winds. "I'm a goddamn force of nature! You runts are as good as dead!!!" He said stopping and using the force of his rotation to simultaneously kick the barrier protected Jamiah one direction and toss the Scythe wielding Tallen back the other way into one of the few remaining trees. "C'mon I know you pups can do more! BRING IT!" He taunted waving both hands at himself, gesturing for them to ‘come at him’. But considering he was facing the wrong direction with his eyes spinning in the back of his head made it clear that the attack had made Zag dizzy. "Hey ya runts! Where ya go? Everythings spinning wat sorta magic is this!?" He called out wobbling as he tried to regain his composure.

Jamiah wasn’t catching much of a break, after just narrowly escaping what he could only assume would have been a very unpleasant ‘face-to-face’ meeting with Zag’s foot. Thanks to Tallen he was able to reschedule for the moment, in addition, he suddenly noticed that he was being surrounded by some magical barrier, and at first, his mind instantly thought to Marija only: ‘I don’t remember Marija’s barriers looking like this...Is this really hers? Or ma-’ WHAM! Jamiah was given a sudden reminder, yet again, of what he was up against Zag made a second kick: thankfully negated by the magical barrier surrounding him but the force of the kick was still more than enough to send Jamiah skidding back a couple of dozen feet before finally coming to a stop. Even after buffing himself with his power ticket, it was clearly evident for Jamiah that Zag’s strength was in an entirely different league from their own, not quite as outlandishly strong as Raykyle was, but from where Jamiah stood the difference between the two was fairly minor. Jamiah’s only hope was his magic ticket, and with only two uses left he would have to be wise with how he used them. The moment gained control over his movement he took out the ticket from underneath his garments in preparation and as he looked up he would notice that Zag was facing the completely wrong way while attempting to taunt them to ‘come closer’. Jamiah was obliged to meet that challenge and moved into the same pose he had the first time he used the spell then in a magically enchanted voice he cried out “Fulfill your bargain! Blizzardous Winds!”. The ticket tucked between his fingers dissipated and gave way into a swirling ice-cold wind that was aimed at Zag’s exposed back: the icy winds froze over his body, encasing Zag in a prison of ice for a second time. Knowing that it wasn’t likely that the ice would keep Zag held down for long, he was also placing his bets on this being the opening they would need to start turning things around in their favor: it was time to capitalize. Rushing in, Jamiah shouted out to Tallen and whomever it was that put up the barrier “Strike now!” then when coming in range to Zag he attacked with a series of rotating slices “Whirlwind dance!”
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Tallen
Tallen gasped as she was spun around by her scythe and then flung backwards, but the young vampire was able to dige her weapon into the ground, slowing her momentum enough that she was able to land against the tree she was thrown at feet first, compressing her body like a spring to absorb and store the momentum of her impromptu flight. For a brief instant Tallen was still as her impetus pushed her into the wood of the tree. Then Tallen's leg muscles kicked into gear as she channelled magic into her legs, catapulting herself back towards Zag one more time, discarding her scythe for extra speed, Tallen wouldn't need it for her .

In that split second of stillness Tallen had seen something that had seared itself instantly into her mind, instinctively discarding the wider tactical picture in favor of one detail. This superhuman monster they were fighting had, for the very first time shown the faintest trace of something like a weakness.

This monster gets dizzy quite easily doesn't he? Tallen had thought in that moment, suddenly reminding herself a technique she had been taught once that might possibly inflict something like that.

As Tallen flew towards Zag she angled her knees forwards, trying to land on his shoulders almost like a child riding atop their father, albeit with far more violent intentions than a child. As she collided with her foe Tallen raised both her gauntleted hands and slammed down her palms over Zag's ears, forcing pressurized air into his ear canals to hopefully burst his ear drums and the delicate bones partially responsible for the body's sense of balance.

In a normal person these delicate membranes and bones were extremely fragile, so this technique was usually quite effective. Of course with a monster like Zag Tallen couldn't really tell how effective her gambit would, but she purposefully discarded this line of reasoning. If this didn't at least do something then Tallen didn't see how she oculd possibly win: better to gamble on the chance of victory, no matter how slim.

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[Hanarei]

Cellica Scylatta​

Cellica had stomped out her huffing as she walked clearly not amused at the whole situation that had occurred. Like how in the hells was she going to find a nice place to drink and be merry now? How could her little vacation turn into this? Stupid man-people and their stupid ways. Making her have to work off for some crimes, that were complete accidents mind you! Then being dumb man-people who hjad to be weird and then start fights instead of being normal and just getting wasted and providing her with free drinks! Why can't things just go her way for once!

Unfortunately things weren't going her way for once still as the bald one charged out after her. She blinked as she heard the yelling glancing about unentertained and sober as suddenly she was grabbed hold of. The girl gasping out as she was suddenly put into the lock. She cringed the elf flailing a bit in discomfort as she wasn't at all expecting the idiot to come running after her. What kind of damn lecherous pervert was he taking hold of her in such a way! Truly stupid too in not seeming to understand how to be a lecher! Clearly lacking a brain as she had thought he did.

"Let go of me... you... dumb.. perverted... no brained... baldy! Explosive Nut Cracker!"

Cellica called out as she reeled her foot forward before swinging it back. Magic being absorbed into her heel as she kicked back in an attempt to strike him to escape, aimed straight for his junk, erupting with an explosion of her magic to send anyone who became too touchy reeling Well.. perhaps it was a more makeshift attack she just kind of made up on the spot. Not that she hadn't delivered a well placed kicked before in the past though perhaps with a bit more restraint... and not fully realizing just how much stronger she was ontop of her anger at her vacation day being spent harrassed by a dumb bald doofus!

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[animegirl20]

Cynthia's barrier seemed to have done some good but it didn't stop's Zag's kick from skidding Jaimah back a couple of dozen feet. Zag had now become dizzy, Cynthia would be lying if she didn't find it slightly comical. Jamiah had incased Zag's body with ice again and yelled out to strike now. Cynthia quickly drew her sword and finally came out of hiding running towards her target. Once she was in ranger she aimed her sword at Zag and yelled out, "Light Shower!" balls of light shot out heading towards her target.
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[Merciless Medic]

Marija​

As Marija tagged along with Pocahmantis, she thought it was weird that he couldn't use any of his abilities. What did he even have that was so forbidden? Forbidden in what context? In general or because it's not the right time for it? Marija was starting to get a little wary of this man. At his comment about her abilities, she sighed and shook her head. He was taking it more metaphorically than anything given his last sentence. Wonder what he meant by that. It made no sense to say that right now, and she figured he was rambling. Though, as the smoke became more prevalent around them, Marija watched Pocahmantis as if he were going to attack her. The smell was odd, it made her sleepy, and she hated it. Her adrenaline kept her alert as she focused on the bar and the strange person.

She wondered what he even was doing. Did he gain power from whatever he smoked? If it was that good, she wouldn't mind having what he had. It was as if the smoke had given him clarity or insight into something though, as he thought it was good to use the barriers. The fact that they called the wolf a 'them' was interesting. Did it not have a gender? But hearing that the wolf can become the 'one who hunts' was not good. Though, she wouldn't have guessed that the wolf wouldn't have the concept or want to follow any laws set by civilization. It was a wolf. A wild animal, or whatever it was.

As the two of them found the pub and the angry crowd, Marija looked to Pocahmantis to see what his reaction was. Seeing him rather unfazed made her think this happened regularly and she felt a little at ease and also at unease. Was there a time when Pocahmantis had to stop the wolf from attacking the village people when it went out of hand at one point. She then heard him ramble about something that didn't make any sense. Well, it did to Marija, but it was so odd that he didn't need to say it at all. It was a common feeling for Marija at this point in her life.

But upon hearing Pocahmantis had others with him, three others in fact, Marija wondered if she should step in and help them, too. She can then fully understand what they were all doing here. Hearing that they had a rendezvous, Marija became unsure now. Did he not have another word for it? Then he saluted and she sighed. She wondered if he was even seeing things because of what he was smoking. She followed him as he beckoned her, saying something that Marija took as "come with me, we must go" or whatever it meant. At her question, she chuckled and shook her head.

"That's a pity that it happens a lot."

Marija tried to get through the people, but found it annoying that they wouldn't give her a place to get through. She thought that maybe, if the wolf was clever enough, it can slip out of the confusion. She was starting to hear drunken fighting within the pub, too. Marija decided to go around and look through the windows and she can see the elf girl from earlier inside. A bald man and somebody else in armor was fighting off three men. Marija saw the figure of a wolf dart around before being smashed with a body one of the men that struck her odd had thrown at them and she wondered if there really was something she can do. In fact, it was starting to get more and more hectic and more people flooded the pub.

Marija went back to the entrance and heard even more yelling, and then she saw the wolf leave the entrance. She looked at Pocahmantis and was about to leave when she heard more yelling, then Cellica leaving the pub, only to be set upon and yelled at by the bald man. Should she... Stop the fight in the pub? She was almost a Holy Knight, if not one already. It would be more honorable if she did.

Looking at Cellica, she watched as Cellica made an explosion towards the bald man. Wincing at the damage it could do if it hit, she ran to help Cellica. No matter where the two were, she created a purple barrier around the bald man as she outstretched her hands. She can feel her head pulsating at having trained yesterday and she was starting to get tired. What? I must be more exhausted than I thought...

She looked at Cellica and gave her a sheepish smile, her breathing becoming light panting. "Hey, hopefully he didn't hurt you too much, right?"

Then she looked at the bald man. She had an idea that this may be one of Pocahmantis' people. While she hasn't been to the marketplace to see the people, this guy looked strikingly different from everyone else here. She's never seen anyone else like him before actually. "Are you with Pocahmantis? We need your help to find the wolf before it ends up killing someone."

She looked over to see if Pocahmantis was nearby to get some help from him. If he needed her to stop her barrier, which can take a beating now that she's trained with it, she can get rid of it if Pocahmantis needed it. Or if this bald man was going to break her head beating on it if he decided on taking the violent way out.

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[Sinny The Fool]

Jamiah (???), Cynthia & Tallen V.S 'Tyrant Killer' Zag

This monster gets dizzy quite easily doesn't he? Tallen had thought in that moment, suddenly reminding herself a technique she had been taught once that might possibly inflict something like that.

As Tallen flew towards Zag she angled her knees forwards, trying to land on his shoulders almost like a child riding atop their father, albeit with far more violent intentions than a child. As she collided with her foe Tallen raised both her gauntleted hands and slammed down her palms over Zag's ears, forcing pressurized air into his ear canals to hopefully burst his ear drums and the delicate bones partially responsible for the body's sense of balance.

In a normal person these delicate membranes and bones were extremely fragile, so this technique was usually quite effective. Of course with a monster like Zag Tallen couldn't really tell how effective her gambit would, but she purposefully discarded this line of reasoning. If this didn't at least do something then Tallen didn't see how she oculd possibly win: better to gamble on the chance of victory, no matter how slim.

Cynthia's barrier seemed to have done some good but it didn't stop's Zag's kick from skidding Jaimah back a couple of dozen feet. Zag had now become dizzy, Cynthia would be lying if she didn't find it slightly comical. Jamiah had incased Zag's body with ice again and yelled out to strike now. Cynthia quickly drew her sword and finally came out of hiding running towards her target. Once she was in ranger she aimed her sword at Zag and yelled out, "Light Shower!" balls of light shot out heading towards her target.

Zag's head was spinning. The bloodthirsty King Killer couldn't get the world to stay still. With everything all topsy turvy, he was beginning to grow agitated. If that wasn't bad enough he couldn't quite make out where the brats were. He needed to crush them if he was going to be granted his freedom. He was preparing to send another shock coursing through the earth when the girl began to straddle his shoulders. He spun around attempting to swipe at her but his balance was still off, and he swayed due to her weight causing him to miss. Before he could readjust himself his ears erupted with pain. The girl had slammed her hands onto them causing him great pain and temporarily sending him into a head spin. He was about to pull back and slam her into the ground out of sheer rage when he was hit with another burst of the bitter cold. He hated the cold. His tribe would often migrate towards colder regions during their yearly routine and he despised it. The icy touch made his skin crawl, the bright whiteness of the snow-covered ground always hurt his eyes, and he couldn't stand how he often came down with a cold. He hated the cold even more now. Filled with rage he began to flex his muscles beneath the block of ice that held him. But just as he blew the ice off him he was met with two attacks. One from the boy who stabbed at him with a notable increase in speed and power, and another from some distant target hiding off somewhere a bit further. The combined attacks did severe damage causing Zag to spit up some blood. His gut heavily, he stood still for a moment, his skin smoking from the effects of the magic. He gritted his blood-soaked teeth and clenched his fist. "You little shit….you actually hurt me….you really proud of that ain't ya. Stupid scum-sucking gutter rat. Well, don't get cocky. Because I'll still take more than that little hit to take me down. Here lemme show ya what a fatal blow looks like.” With that said he grabbed Jamiah’s sword with his bare hands and as his grip tensed around the blade it broke in two. He tossed the broken tip towards Cynthia with incredible speeds, the tip moving faster than the eye could see and hitting her square in the shoulder before she could react. Then, with Tallen still, on his shoulders he leapt up high into the air spinning, re-adjusting their positions while ascending: now with Zag’s legs wrapped around her, restraining Tallen’s arms to her side while he wrapped his own around her torso, they fell back to the ground at a tremendously swift pace. With a sickening crash, he landed. Pile-driving Tallen into the ground head first. He stood back up having sufficiently buried Tallens upper body in the dirt for the time being. He then locked his eyes on Jamiah. His predatory stare locked on his prey, with a single lunge he was before him grabbing him by the throat. "OK NOW YOU GET TO DIE!!!" He exclaimed with an infuriated glee. He squeezed Jamiahs throat to the point he couldn't breathe, watching his face turn purple and Jamiah desperately tried kicking himself free to no avail. “Hehehe, this would be an appropriately pathetic way for a worm-like you to die. But I think we can still have fun. I'm going to break all your bones. Then I'mma gut you and see if you grow into another worm.” He stated a gleeful sadistic smile on his marked twisted face. He released Jamiah's throat only to grab his arm. At first it looked like how a child might pull their mothers hand to get their attention. His expression showed a blank child-like innocence, but that was soon replaced with his previously wicked smile as his knee came up snapping the bones of Jamiah's arm in two. He then raised a leg and kicked Jamiah's leg at an angle that caused it to snap like a twig. He continued doing this until all his limbs had broken. Then he frowned. "Oh all out of limbs? Well I guess you've suffered enough. Time to die…next time come back as someone stronger. So you don't die so easy K?" He seemed to genuinely request this look of sincerity on his face, almost seeming like he believed that was such a simple or normal occurrence in the world. But before Jamiah could even reply Zags hand had pierced his chest causing blood to gush forth. "Thanks bye." He turned away from Jamiah and headed back towards Tallen who had probably pulled themselves out of the ground at this point. "Okie dok. I killed your friend, now you get to die, K?" He said, stepping closer, his presence seemed to overflow from his body. He may have looked like a young man but at that moment he had the presence of a giant beast approaching its kill…

Jamiah lay strewn on the floor, the clothes around his broken limbs in ribbon-like tatters as they lie twisted at unnatural angles and a crimson pool of blood leaked out from underneath him. His eyes were open if only to confirm a horrifying reality: all spark of life had disappeared, his lifeless eyes frozen in the state of disbelief he was in just moments earlier. But while Jamiah’s body seemingly lay lifeless in a pool of his own blood, and Zag approached the remaining challengers, he wouldn’t notice that something strange was beginning to happen with Jamiah’s supposedly lifeless corpse: A single sheet of shining, luminescent parchment formed in the air, floating above Jamiah’s corpse. While reminiscent of the quest ticket that appeared before Jamiah earlier, this one looked a bit different, it was larger, and the label at the top of this one read out ‘CONTRACT’. At the same time as this magical ‘contract’ formed, the pool of blood leaking out from beneath Jamiah’s body started to ripple and jump up as if it was beginning to form its own consciousness. Blood then began to swirl and spiral out from the gaping hole Zag made in Jamiah’s chest that all got sucked up into the magical contract, and at the bottom of the page Jamiah’s name was written in blood: ‘Jamiah’.

With the signing of the mysterious contract sealed in place, Jamiah’s corpse was lifted from the ground as if a giant invisible hand had come down to scoop him up and beginning from inside the hole in Jamiah’s chest, a growing shadow whirled and grew and enveloped his body until Jamiah’s form was swallowed whole by it. The transformation completed and stepping back down on the ground in Jamiah’s place was something that appeared like a blank silhouette of Jamiah’s figure, with all physical features being hidden by darkness his mouth was also hidden, which might have explained why he stood in silence - the only distinguishing figure that remained on him was his set of broiling red lights for eyes that pierced through the darkness, its gaze set upon Zag’s back. While it may have used Jamiah’s body, the thing now standing in his place was not Jamiah but something else entirely. It looked over at Jamiah’s broken blade a few feet away from him and reached out for it with his left hand, and a whip-like tentacle shot out for the sword before retracting back into the palm of his hand with the sword in tow. The thing gazed upon the blade, its thoughts while doing so completely indiscernible from the sheer lack of physical features it possessed, but as it ran its hand across its blade it too became shrouded in darkness that repaired its broken tip and buffed its overall size. It now set its gaze back upon Zag, and without any further hesitation, it hefted the ‘new and improved’ blade of Jamiah with its left hand and appeared behind Zag in the blink of an eye with the blade coming down from above his head with enough force to blast away any loose dirt or debris from the vicinity.


Suddenly as the blade was about to come down on Zag it was forcefully stopped inches from its target. Zags hands had clasped over the blade, and his odd eyes stared curiously up at the blade as he leaned back to catch it. He had only just managed to do so, as this attack was much faster than his previous attack. "Oooh? So ya were holdin back on me? Well thaz no gud. Ya gotta give it yer all or else it won't be fair. See like this!" He said turning around still holding the blade in his hand using the momentum of his turn to drive his heel into Jamiahs side. The impact was dampened by a cluster of tendrils sprouting out from the darkness enveloping Jamiah and wrapping themselves around Zag’s heel with a crushing force enough to reduce rocks to dust, at the same time the blade of Jamiah’s sword which was reformed by the same darkness that had ‘taken’ over Jamiah gleamed a whitish-blue hue in Zag’s hands that combusted into shrapnel pieces of ‘freezing glass’ giving the chill of death, a cold far harsher than anything Jamiah seemed capable of so far. All the while, even if the silhouette figure of ‘Jamiah’ was unable to speak or show any form of true facial expression it almost seemed as if he was looking down upon Zag with those gleaming lights where his eyes should be.

Zag grinned at the feel of the tendrils constricting his leg. This was beginning to turn into a real fight. But even the chill of ice on his hands wasn't enough to stop him. Turning his body at an odd angle he slammed his forehead into Jamiahs with a sickening thud sound. Simultaneously he let go of the sword and slammed a fist into Jamiahs gut. It took most of his strength but he managed to pull his leg free from the tendrils and stood his ground ready to continue. Although it was clear that the damage had been done. His leg where the tendrils had grabbed swoll up and were a clear dark red that was hinting at turning into a darker purple. His hands also seemed to be in bad shape after coming in contact with the sheer cold of his blade. But this didn't dissuade him any as he used his one good leg to catapult him forward flipping midair to deliver a devastating cartwheel leg drop to the back of Jamiahs head. "NOW GO TO SLEEP YOU LIL PUP!!" He roared clearly tired of his crap.

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Jamiah's Ticket Stock
"Magic Ticket: Blizzardous Winds" - 2 uses remaining
"Power Ticket: Minor Strength" - 2 tickets remaining
"Knowledge Ticket: The Swordsman" - Used.

Jouzan Azukay & Pocahmantis

"That's a pity that it happens a lot."

Marija tried to get through the people, but found it annoying that they wouldn't give her a place to get through. She thought that maybe, if the wolf was clever enough, it can slip out of the confusion. She was starting to hear drunken fighting within the pub, too. Marija decided to go around and look through the windows and she can see the elf girl from earlier inside. A bald man and somebody else in armor was fighting off three men. Marija saw the figure of a wolf dart around before being smashed with a body one of the men that struck her odd had thrown at them and she wondered if there really was something she can do. In fact, it was starting to get more and more hectic and more people flooded the pub.

Marija went back to the entrance and heard even more yelling, and then she saw the wolf leave the entrance. She looked at Pocahmantis and was about to leave when she heard more yelling, then Cellica leaving the pub, only to be set upon and yelled at by the bald man. Should she... Stop the fight in the pub? She was almost a Holy Knight, if not one already. It would be more honorable if she did.

‘No battle to the death? No bloodshed? Nothing at all!? Of all things she chose retreat...What cowardice..Evil...The masters were right...As if I’d let it happen!? As if I’d let that witch go just to bewitch more innocents like my captain!? I will not. I will not...I WILL NOT!’

“ALLLOOOOOWWWWW ITTT!!!!!” Jouzan cried in an explosion of energy before blasting off in pursuit of Cecilla: he shot out of the pub doors like he was ready to take off to the sky, but he stopped himself midway through to turn his sights onto Cecilla and shouting out to her “COOOWAAAAARDD!?! If you will not take the opportunity to relish in an honourable death like a true warrior! Then I will just have to deal with you like we, true ninja, deal with wild creatures!”. The instant his feet hit the ground, he pounced again, disappearing into a blur and reappearing behind Cecilla, locking her head in a hold with both arms “Submit fiend! Submit to your honorable death!”

Pocah felt comfort in Marija’s pity, even if feigned and picked his head back up to take another draw from his pipe and march on forward. When drawing close to the pub it had sounded like the commotion inside was reaching its peak, but paying closer attention Pocahmantis noticed that the mood of the crowd was shifted. All the calling shouts for a thieving wolf were being drowned out by praising cheers. He was still intent on getting inside before anything could get out of hand, but that changed when he, like Marija failed to find a way through the barging crowd of townsfolk trying to reach the pub doors and despite his towering height Pocahmatis’ attempts were all thwarted, and he decided to follow Marija around the pub. He looked inside the window with Marija, and while his vision was all but a haze he managed to still vaguely make out the image of Diodas lying unconscious on the floor alongside an impressively large and muscled man. He didn’t seem so concerned as he was perhaps disappointed though, and no matter how much he looked through the window he was unable to find the sight of ‘him’ anywhere. He suspected and hoped that he ran away and was hiding somewhere until the heat cooled off, but before he could investigate or question any further he attention was taken elsewhere. He heard a familiar voice shouting atop the rest of the inaudible mumbles created by the crowd, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a glistening bald head that he rightly knew could only belong to one individual. ‘The tides turn against me once again..’ was the first thought to enter Pocahmantis’ smoke-clogged mind as he knew of only one who could so confidently waltz around without a single hair on his scalp to count for. A concept that Pocahmantis especially had no affiliation or understanding of, for him the loss of hair was a symbol of shame or guilt. Yet for Jouzan it was the other way around, Pocahmantis was unsure of where Jouzan had come from but he sure found their practices and beliefs to be strange. He saw Marija turn her attention toward the scene as well, the same spark of familiarity showed in her eyes as well and Pocahmantis began to wonder if she knew Jouzan as well, under the assumption it was he who she recognized. He pitied the thought and decided to follow Marija to the scene of Jouzan leaping onto some poor pointed-ear lady while taking successive puffs from his pipe as he reminisced back on his own first encounter with Jouzan the proudly self-proclaimed ‘Azukay Ninja’ in their initiation exam hosted by Diodas. Diodas had personally travelled across Britannia to scout out potential recruits, mustering together a group of a little over a dozen for an initiation exam that operated much closer to that of a fighting tournament with Diodas pitting the candidates against each other in one-on-one duels to dwindle down the numbers before pitting the winners together in a final free for all to fully assess their combat ability. Even before they had met, Jouzan had held suspicions against Pocahmantis and the wolf, Drakel, with their first encounter not differing far from what appeared to be the situation now with Jouzan and the pointed-eared stranger...Ultimately Jouzan would come out victorious in that battle, but Pocahmantis felt that if it were necessary and a time would come that he’d have to face against him once more the outcome might be different: he hoped it wouldn’t have to come to that.

Unfortunately things weren't going her way for once still as the bald one charged out after her. She blinked as she heard the yelling glancing about unentertained and sober as suddenly she was grabbed hold of. The girl gasping out as she was suddenly put into the lock. She cringed the elf flailing a bit in discomfort as she wasn't at all expecting the idiot to come running after her. What kind of damn lecherous pervert was he taking hold of her in such a way! Truly stupid too in not seeming to understand how to be a lecher! Clearly lacking a brain as she had thought he did.

"Let go of me... you... dumb.. perverted... no brained... baldy! Explosive Nut Cracker!"

Cellica called out as she reeled her foot forward before swinging it back. Magic being absorbed into her heel as she kicked back in an attempt to strike him to escape, aimed straight for his junk, erupting with an explosion of her magic to send anyone who became too touchy reeling Well.. perhaps it was a more makeshift attack she just kind of made up on the spot. Not that she hadn't delivered a well placed kicked before in the past though perhaps with a bit more restraint... and not fully realizing just how much stronger she was ontop of her anger at her vacation day being spent harrassed by a dumb bald doofus!

Looking at Cellica, she watched as Cellica made an explosion towards the bald man. Wincing at the damage it could do if it hit, she ran to help Cellica. No matter where the two were, she created a purple barrier around the bald man as she outstretched her hands. She can feel her head pulsating at having trained yesterday and she was starting to get tired. What? I must be more exhausted than I thought...

She looked at Cellica and gave her a sheepish smile, her breathing becoming light panting. "Hey, hopefully he didn't hurt you too much, right?"

Filled with the determination to snuff out the fiend he believed to have clutched in his arms Jouzan had rendered himself almost deaf to his surroundings and Cecilla as she struck with an improvised explosive kick to his holy unmentionables. The erupting sounds of Cecilla’s kick were met with the clanking of Jouzan’s steel undergarments, that unfortunately for him, wasn’t durable enough to withstand Cecilla’s attack: his steel undergarments crumbled, his grip around Cecilla broke then he began falling back as the light in his eyes faded until going entirely blank: ‘Always remember your code! Serve the light! Operate in shadows! Give evil no quarter! Most importantly of all, Jouzan...Never show weakness!!!’ the familiar voice echoed in the back of his mind which dulled the pain coursing up throughout his body and life returned back to his steely gaze. In a moment that would be a testament to his potential limbo skills mere moments before falling onto his back, he sprung back up again, seething with hatred. “You...YOUUU!!!” he stepped forward and reached with outstretched fingers before suddenly watching a purple barrier form around him in an instant “You?” he glanced behind him to see someone unfamiliar stretching their arms out at him, and following close behind was Pocahmantis. He wondered where that mischievous so-called ‘wolf’ of his was, slowly Jouzan was growing suspicious for something deeper and he thought he could smell the stench of a sinister plot at foot! The unfamiliar girl appeared to be familiar with the ‘fiend’, perhaps an accomplice? If so, what business did Pocahmantis have with her? The stench grew stronger but for the time being his rage was momentarily subsided by the curiosity of his own suspicions.

Then she looked at the bald man. She had an idea that this may be one of Pocahmantis' people. While she hasn't been to the marketplace to see the people, this guy looked strikingly different from everyone else here. She's never seen anyone else like him before actually. "Are you with Pocahmantis? We need your help to find the wolf before it ends up killing someone."

She looked over to see if Pocahmantis was nearby to get some help from him. If he needed her to stop her barrier, which can take a beating now that she's trained with it, she can get rid of it if Pocahmantis needed it. Or if this bald man was going to break her head beating on it if he decided on taking the violent way out.

Pocahmantis gawked at the purple barrier set up by Marija with a mix of awe and admiration, but upon shifting his gaze unto Jouzan he felt unable to control the scowling expression on his face. Jouzan stuck up the tip of his nose and tilted his head back in a vain attempt to look down upon Pocahmantis towering figure and scoffed, then turned his attention to Marija. “You mean that vile conjurer of illusions? Hrmph! I’d say not! But we happen to be following the same leader. We have been gathered here by your order of ‘Holy Knights’ as apprentices. I am not sure what business he and that mongrel, thieving mutt have among us…” the look of suspicion resurfaced on his face “No, something just isn’t right here! Yoou say that you need my help to find the mutt? But why would you ask me, when you already have the mutts servant in your company huh!?” he said, jabbing his finger as hard as he could against the barrier in Pocahmantis’ direction. The expression on Pocahmantis face seemed to lend credence to Jouzan’s words who continued on “Now explain yourself! Do you know this fiend!? Are you one of her accomplices? What business do you have with the conjurer?! Is this mutt's master scheme to lure me out here and take me out among the chaos for my number one spot!? RAAAAGH!! Curse all you fiends! I declare now on my Azukay honor that I shall foil your dastardly plots here and now! No matter the reason you may have for wanting my esteemed position, I will not let such a high honor fall into the lap of those heathens!” he roared and bashed his head into the barrier like a human battering ram as if he was determined to test what would break first: the barrier or his skull?

“Your presumptions lead your winds astray, Jouzan, enough of th-” Jouzan stuck up his nose as high as he could and ran his fingers across the barrier with spite at Pocahmantis “Quiet conjurer! Your so-called soft words are filled with poison, you think you can so easily fool me after I’ve already discovered your plot?! If it weren’t for Master Diodas I would have finished you back during the exam when I had the chance!” Jouzan took in deep, hyperventilating breaths and Jouzan let out a long-winded sigh and gently closed his eyes “Passion and ignorance...Is a dangerous mixture...A clash of tides now inevitable.” he opened his eyes and looked to Marija with a smile “Bring down the walls which divide men, Marija!” that in normal translation meant ‘bring down the barrier’ while he drew out his wooden smoke pipe. Letting out a deep exhale that allowed all of the air to escape from his lungs, placing the pipe between his lips and taking in a long, long, looong toke that filled his lungs to the point of bloating.

Finally, assuming that Marija had understood his words and deactivated the barrier around Jouzan, Pocahmantis would release all the smoke stored up out into a billowing cloud of smoke that engulfed everyone present, the smoke itself almost acted as if it was consciously attempting to force its way into the system of everyone present with Jouzan, in particular, appearing to be the smokes main target. As the smoke spread Pocahmantis put his hands together as if in prayer, closed one eye and beneath his breath saying “Set forth, dreamdrift…”. The moment Pocahmantis uttered the final keyword, Jouzan’s eyes widened with fury at the realization of what would happen, “D- !!!!”, whilst he had done a good job so far to keep the smoke from entering his system this moment of fury caused him to slip. He opened his mouth to say something, allowing the smoke to force itself into his lungs, realizing the grave mistake he had just made he tried to use what energy he had left to try to resist what was coming but after a few moments of swaying and slapping himself in the face he was unable to help himself from finally collapsing to the floor: Jouzan had fallen fast asleep.
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[Hanarei]

Cellica Scylatta​

Feeling the bald pervert's grip wane Cellica had shifted herself away a look of frustration and disgust as she turned around defiantly crossing her arms staring at him sharply with her eyes staring at him like daggers, almost painfully so compared to being... well perhaps it was absolutely nothing like having an explosive kick the the genitals' even with the little bit of metal seeming to serve as a little protection her food had felt, though elves' forbid if it had torn apart and turned into shrapnel and managed to... ouch. The very thought sparking on the briefest bit of worry that dissipated into righteous retribution a 'pervert' like him deserved.

Cellica couldn't help but blink as she saw Baldy turn to grab her only to be interrupted by a barrier. The elf blinking multiple times before turning to see Marija there. The blonde blinked lifting her hand scratching her chin not quite expecting to see her there. Though truthfully she was glad. Her words reaching her pointed ears as she shrugged.

"I'm fine. Just a big perverted oaf trying to touch me, all because he was jealous his much more handsome superior was interested in me and he had no shot at all. Nothing I couldn't handle... though... thanks anyways for the help." She spoke the elf shifting away from her more prideful elven behavior to thank her. In part seeing the girl breathing heavily did make her feel like she deserved some bit of gratitude, even if she might of wanted to act tougher in defiance of Jouzan. Her attention being much more focused on her though spotting the other man that seemed to accompany her making her raise an eyebrow towards him. She made she her gaze didn't once return to Baldy.

Naturally the brainless idiot had to speak up more, his stupid words only continueing to bring more stupid theories that stupidly ended up bring her back in. Clearly him trying to just try and grope her or something. Just a bumbling fool who didn't know a damn thing and clearly was just so caught up in her beauty that he must of thought her to be some lust demon or something else. I mean sure she was beautiful naturally being an elf and she wouldn't ever refute such a thing, but there was no reason to blame some sort of spell when clearly her amazing beauty was just all natural even if that dingus couldn't see it and was in hard denial.

"Number one? Can you even count that high to start with. Seems more like you are just jealous you don't have good looks to attract the captain... not that you have any attribute of value you have any worth in saying you are skilled with." Cellica stuck her tongue out at Jouzan taking full advantage of the barrier acting quite childish herself even if she had some merit to being mad at him in the first place.

Her heads shifted looking over to Pocahmantis now finally her little jabs back at Baldy pausing as she was trying to figure out just what he was going on about. Marija had said something about him needing the idiot's help? His words didn't exactly reveal much leading her to just tilt her head a bit confused. His behavior seeming... very strange to her. Just how did she come upon such a weird guy? The wolf? Was it that one that she had thought she had seen in the tavern briefly? It had been strange though she had been far too occupied with 'stupidity' to really think all that much about it. She looked over as he mentioned bringing down the barrier suddenly speaking once more as he blew out a thick plume of smoke.

"Huh? Dreamdrift? What are you even talking aboooo...." She spoke out a bit confused though it didn't last long. The elf falling down to her knees before slumping forward passing out rather swiftly.


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[Merciless Medic]

Marija​

Marija had thought Pocahmantis had seen the wolf leave, but she realized he did not. This bald man was certainly a character. It might be more beneficial if Marija got to know this strange man better, as the saying goes "keep your enemies close and your friends closer". He seemed incredibly volatile and unstable. She noticed Pocahmantis was not too fond of this man and he seemed quite disappointed in his behavior. Yeah, well if she had anyone like that, she'd be pretty disappointed in their behavior, too. Luckily, nobody in her squad ever acted like he does, even if there was a very boisterous and superior-sounding elf. In fact, he rivaled, if not bested, her superiority complex and she wondered if he had the same thing. Or if he felt inferior to everyone and maybe that was why he acted like that. Angry at the world...

Or maybe he was just like that and she was thinking too hard.

Still, seeing him take the explosion where the sun don't shine and get up shortly after was rather impressive. He must have been trained a lot to ignore the pain, or maybe he had something to ground himself. He seemed incredibly suspicious of everyone, paranoid even. He sounded like a madman mere moments before her barrier came up, but she was glad that Cellica was doing okay. She wondered how much of what she said was true, but she doubted this man was a pervert. He seemed more concerned about something else. She had to turn to look at Pocahmantis to distance herself from this raving lunatic.

Why was he gawking at her barrier ability? She's always had her ability since the trauma and she's always been ridiculed for it for not being the normal elemental abilities. She came to Britannia to find solidarity and validation within a crowd she can possibly call a family or just a group of friends. Seeing Pocahmantis admire her ability like this was weird. Not like he was staring at it like it would be useful, but like he was impressed.

It was deeply confusing. But rather sweet and it made her smile.

She stopped her reminiscing and focused on the task at hand and noticed he was scowling at this bald-headed man. She looked back at the man and saw him childishly try to assert dominance. Her face then became deadpanned as he answered her questions. So, not a friend or a comrade. Wow. Too arrogant. This guy is going to end up killed, but something tells her he's going to live no matter what. But having been gathered here by her order was interesting. They were Holy Knights, too? But he was obviously suspicious of Pocahmantis and the wolf, and he called Pocahmantis a servant of the wolf. She kept all the mental notes as she can from his ravings, as he's proven to be quite knowledgeable, despite his paranoia. She looked back to Pocahmantis, as if validating that it was true.

That expression... Who was that wolf? He said earlier that it was something else taking the form of a wolf. Or, maybe she was remembering that wrong. Still, he worked for it?

Either way, she listened to more of the ramblings, but then he started questioning her. Azukay? What the hell is that? He said something about taking his number one spot and now she understood him. "Inferiority complex. Lovely. I've never met anyone who was as arrogantly sad as you." She sighed, more like talking to herself amongst his ravings. When he started bashing his head into the barrier, it registered as a dull thunk within her own mind and she growled in defiance as she focused more on strengthening the barrier, sounding more like an animal than human with how deep and guttural her growl sounded. She didn't register what Cellica said. She only knew that whatever she said sounded childish and she didn't care nor wanted to be involved in it. But now knowing about how this guy operated, she knew he was more concerned about his place in this world than bothering with anyone's physical attraction. In fact, it fit better to have him be more suspicious that Cellica would be trying to kill their captain. Diodas though...

She's never heard of the name or the person it belonged to.

Pocah tried to get Jouzan to stop (so that was his name), and Jouzan kept calling him a conjurer and illusionist. Maybe he was also magic-based. Something about that smoke then he seems really keen on filling his lungs with? Plot? She looked up at Pocahmantis, concerned that she was either trusting in the wrong person and getting sucked into a scheme she shouldn't be a part of or concerned that the man had to be stuck with this guy. Pocah said something about passion and ignorance and he seemed like he was ready to fight. He smiled at her and told her to bring down the walls that divide men??? Oh, the barrier. She relaxed her magic and held her head as she recovered from its usage, the barrier fading.

Man, that hurt.

Her mind was trying to recover from her magical use and she noticed he was taking in a lot of that smoke. Marija was starting to get concerned. Was he going to be okay? She completely got rid of the barrier when he began to blow smoke so Jouzan didn't have much time to escape, but then the smoke swirled around the immediate vicinity and Marija realized this might not be good to breathe in, considering he was prepping quite a bit to use this. When Pocahmantis put his hands together as if it were a prayer and said 'dreamdrift', that only meant one thing.

She didn't want to see any dreams right now, so Marija tried to keep herself from breathing in too much of the smoke. It was difficult and she had to use bits of her magic in sporadic spurts around her face to push away the smoke in small bursts. Marija was more focused on herself, and didn't register that both Jouzan and Cellica had fainted. Marija wasn't so sure when she should start breathing or when the smoke will stop putting people to sleep. Her eyes were starting to water and she was starting to see spots at the edges of her vision. Her lungs desperately wanted air. She looked behind her to see that the space there was relatively untouched. She created a barrier behind herself to capture the free air and moved the barrier to herself. Putting a hand on the barrier, she made a crude human shape to walk through before shutting the barrier behind herself. Some smoke made its way in, but she was able to handle it.

Gasping for breath, she started laughing to herself and scratching the back of her head. "Wow, that was actually kind of fun." She looked back to see both Cellica and Jouzan asleep and she shook her head, incredulous at the situation she was in. "I'm sorry you have to deal with him. He sounds extremely paranoid and is afraid of everyone being above him in some way. That must be a lot to deal with. Oh, and uh... When will the dreamdrift end?" Once she was given an answer, she'll bring down her barrier when he says so, so she can stop the thumping in her brain. She massaged her temples to get the feeling to ease up. "I saw the wolf leave the bar when we checked. But uhh..." Her voice quieted and she looked around so people wouldn't hear her. "Now I'm confused. Does this wolf have a name? Why is he so important? If it's... If it's something you can't say, I'm good at keeping secrets, even from my superiors. If you don't want to say it, that's fine, too. But that won't stop my curiosity." She tried to come off as non-confrontational, not really wanting to bother him with it if he didn't want to say anything.

She didn't care if she didn't get information immediately. But she was maybe a bit too curious for her own good.

 

[AtlannianSpy]

Tallen
Tallen groaned softly as she pulled herself up to her feet, eliciting a whirlwind of burning pain from her tortured frame. By slipping her hands out of her gauntlets Tallen had managed to get her arms free as she was falling along with Zag in time to disperse the impact of her collision with the ground somewhat. The crash had still nearly caused Tallen to black out and she'd been forced to lie still for several valuable seconds while her regeneration soothed her injuries enough that she could at least move. Fortunately, Zag's attention had been distracted during that time. Now that Tallen was standing she could watch the fight that had been unfolding without her and it sent a chill down to even her vampiric bones. The battle between zag and Jamiah no longer resembled any kind of duel or contest between people, it looked like a savage death battle between monsters.

Tallen stared at Jamiah's amorphous, shadowy figure, wondering if the naive but well meaning boy she had been fighting alongside moments ago was really controlling that thing, if he was even inside it at all. More practically Tallen wondered what exactly she should be doing right now. Even in perfect condition Tallen would have struggled to intervene in this contest between monsters to any real effect and right now she was both injured and exhausted. Tallen's nagging common sense was begging her to retreat for now, to perhaps find Raykale and see if he had any ideas on what to do here, this whole ridiculous fight had been his idea after all: Tallen wondered what Raykale had really been thinking when he proposed this match. Tallen had been operating for a while now on the assumption that Raykale's tough guy act was at least partially that: an act. Tallen had assumed that because Raykale had proposed this idea that there was something of value she could learn or attain from the experience but more and more it was seeming like the bitter old man had simply wanted them dead, or at least not minded in the least if they ended up that way.

Stil, despite how hopeless the situation seemed, Tallen found that she couldn't bring herself to turn her back on Jamiah, it just wasn't the knightly thing to do after all and even if Tallen couldn't help him right now, that didn't mean she couldn't in the future. Tiredly, Tallen limped over to where she had discarded her scythe, picked it up and then slumped into a sitting position with her back up against a nearby tree. For now, Tallen would bide her time, she would let her mana recover and her body regenerate and she would let Zag and Jamiah exhaust themselves some more. Then, maybe, perhaps, there would be a chance for Tallen to try and end this travesty before anyone died.

Sinny The Fool Solemn Jester animegirl20

 

[animegirl20]

It seemed the combined attacks did make severe damage but it wasn't over not by a long shot.

"You little shit….you actually hurt me….you really proud of that ain't ya. Stupid scum-sucking gutter rat. Well, don't get cocky. Because I'll still take more than that little hit to take me down. Here lemme show ya what a fatal blow looks like.”

Everything that happened next went by so fast that Cynthia didn't even have time to react to the broken top part of the sword that was aimed at her. It hit her dead in the shoulder and she found herself falling back hard to the ground and was now clutching her shoulder with a part of a sword sticking out of it. "Ah!" She slowly sat up and her mind was racing. She wasn't quite sure what to do. She needed to pull this sword out but honestly she wasn't sure if she should what if the blood just started to pour out faster and she had nothing to wrap her shoulder with. She looked back towards the fight when she heard Zag yell out.

"OK NOW YOU GET TO DIE!!!"

He had grabbed Jamiah by the throat and what happen next had Cynthia completely frozen in place. She watched as Zag broke all of Jamiah's limbs and then with a final blow he pierced his hand through Jamiah's chest and...that was it he was dead. Cynthia sat there with her eyes wide open. There was a lot thoughts running through her mind. It was hard for her to get her mind together especially with sudden pounding of her head and the pulsing she felt through her body. Suddenly something caught Cynthia's attention Jamiah's body had lifted off the ground and a shadow had completely enveloped his body. Cynthia's eyes widen "What...." She had never seen anything like this before. Soon enough the Jamiah shadow? and Zag started fighting again and well....there was no way she was going to be any help in her condition. Plus it would be a pretty dumb thing to get in between...that. The longer she sat there watching the fight the angrier she got. Raykale....this was his fault. Yeah sure Jamiah and Tallen wanted a rematch or whatever but he did have to let them fight this....whatever the hell Zag was. Cynthia breathed and started counting to herself trying to calm down but.....right before she could say 10 something in her snapped AND she suddenly she stood up, and shouted. "RAYKALE YOU SON OF BITCH YOU NEAR BY WATCHING THIS??!!!" She shouted loud enough to hopefully get his attention. "WHY WOULD YOU LET THEM FIGHT.....WHATEVER THE HELL HE IS KNOWING THAT HE COULD POSSIBLY KILL THEM HUH?!?! IS YOUR GOAL TO KILL ALL OF YOUR DAMN APPERENTICES?!?!" During this outburst Cynthia's eyes had been switching back and forth between pitch black and her natural purple eye color. "WELL?! YOU GOING TO COME OUT HERE AND TAKE CARE OF THIS SHIT YOU STARTED OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO CONTINUE TO SIT BACK, HIDE AND WATCH!!!" Cynthia then looked over back at the fight. Her eyes stopped switching back forth and were now just completely pitch black. Being thoroughly just down right over this whole damn thing. Cynthia pulled out the tip of the sword from her shoulder then her eyes narrowed down on Zags head. All her focus and attention was on her target. She then threw the tip of the sword straight towards his head.
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[Sinny The Fool]

Jouzan Azukay, Pocahmantis, Drakel, Menace & Murdok the Maniac
Smoke settled over the unconscious bodies of Cecilla and Jouzan on the ground as Pocahmantis opened his one closed eye and returned to his normal posture of one arm at his side and another resting at the bowl of his smoking pipe. He took a deep puff and released it like a relieved sigh but his brows were still in a discernible frown: he was feeling a little guilty that the pointy-eared stranger was caught up in all this, having good reason to assume that she was hardly responsible for anything that just happened. He also felt a little pity for her as he got the sense she carried the burden of misfortune on her shoulders, ‘The navigation of her tide - troublesome’, he noted to himself briefly before Marija’s laughter caught his attention. ​

Gasping for breath, she started laughing to herself and scratching the back of her head. "Wow, that was actually kind of fun." She looked back to see both Cellica and Jouzan asleep and she shook her head, incredulous at the situation she was in. "I'm sorry you have to deal with him. He sounds extremely paranoid and is afraid of everyone being above him in some way. That must be a lot to deal with. Oh, and uh... When will the dreamdrift end?" Once she was given an answer, she'll bring down her barrier when he says so, so she can stop the thumping in her brain.

Marija’s words had relieved some of the guilt burdening Pocahmantis as his brows returned to their neutral position and he cocked a soft smile, fun? It was not something Pocahmantis had ever been allowed, nor ever thought to engage in but the concept felt appealing to him, and for a moment his eyes lit up at Marija “Fun?” he said mostly rhetorically since he found his gaze being guided by Marija’s over to the sleeping Jouzan & Cecilia. The moment his eyes glanced over the perfectly reflective surface of Jouzan’s cranium the stern frown on Pocahmantis’ face returned and he gave a slow nod in agreement with Marija, “Pride has spelt the end of many voyages.” he then made a slight pause as he pondered her other question about how long his dream drift would last, and as he did so he took another chain of puffs from his pipe “I...Do not know.” he said in a surprisingly matter-of-fact tone, surprising because for a moment he almost might have sounded like a normal, sober, person “A vessel may drift for any amount of time, in moments, nights, moons or aeons. It is not for this vessel to say when their drift shall end, but the winds of my spirit tell me it will not be long.” as he watched their restful eyes he couldn’t stop himself from wondering what the nature of their dreams was. If he were to have less self-control he might have taken a look, but he was all too aware that there were more important things at hand to be focusing on so he walked over, picked up both the bodies of Cecilla and Jouzan and tossed them over his shoulders without so much as a hint of struggle on his end. Pocahmantis did not particularly fancy himself strong when it came to punching power, but when it came to lugging around heavy objects Pocahmantis had few equals among his peers. It wasn’t until after he threw their bodies onto his shoulders that he noticed Marija’s discomfort at keeping up her magical barriers, and he cursed his thoughtlessness “Break down the dividing walls and rest a moment.” ​

She massaged her temples to get the feeling to ease up. "I saw the wolf leave the bar when we checked. But uhh..." Her voice quieted and she looked around so people wouldn't hear her.

He blinked cluelessly, scratching the top of his head and looking a little embarrassed by the fact he could miss something like that. It reminded him of the words of somebody from his past, telling him that the herbs were rotting and he was beginning to question whether or not he might have been right. He was at least relieved to know that the ‘furry one’ was out of danger, at least for the time being. As Marija quietened down, so did Pocahmantis, and he leaned in with his ear turned and brow furrowed with anticipation.​

"Now I'm confused. Does this wolf have a name? Why is he so important? If it's... If it's something you can't say, I'm good at keeping secrets, even from my superiors. If you don't want to say it, that's fine, too. But that won't stop my curiosity." She tried to come off as non-confrontational, not really wanting to bother him with it if he didn't want to say anything.

Pocah’s brow furrowed deeper and deeper as Marija continued, perhaps giving the impression he was mad but in reality, this was just the face he had whenever he was in deep thought. After mentally weighing the risks and rewards, he nodded to himself “Your vessel is true.” which was his way of saying he trusted her. He also found himself growing curious of Marija and her superiors, it seemed that perhaps they had more in common than first thought. He lifted a finger as if to say ‘wait a moment' and turned back to Jouzan and Cecilla, still lying down on the floor. He picked them up in one of each of his long arms and then straightened up properly. For the first time, his size would come into full comprehension, and he was particularly tall for a human standing at above eight feet tall, he also seemed to exert little effort in carrying Jouzan & Cecilia in either arm. He turned back to Marija and confronted her questions “The furry one..Its vessel we now call Drakel. The two of our winds have been carried by the same times, led here after - !!!” The echoes of a distant and desperate plea for help reached Pocahmantis twitchy ears, followed by a haunting howl that seemed to pierce the air around them. Pocahmantis knew the meaning and origin of that howl, and he was overtaken with panic as he continued repeating the phrase under his breath ‘Tides are turning, fates are shifting, tides are turning, fates..’ and his feet started to move on their own, beckoning Marija with a wave of his hand “Haste! Haste Haste! Tides are turning, fates are shifting, time is uncertain!” he cried as he rushed into the back alleys of town. At first, Pocahmantis marched confidently through the back alleys of Westshire, it might have even seemed like he somehow knew the layout of this place until he came to a sudden halt: they had reached a dead end. “Hrmm…It seems that…We are lost! Not to worry Marija - the link between me and the furry runs deeper than any tide, and roars louder than any wind! That will be our guide, onward!” Then with a sudden seriousness sweeping over his expression he brought his hands together, closed both eyes, and took in a deep breath. Innnnn, and ouuuutttt. He reached out with his hand as if trying to feel the air around him and humming “Hmwaaaaahhh~ The furry one…They are…This way!!” he said confidently and marched forward: right into the wall in front of him - “Oughf! Oh, maybe not…Then…This way lies the furry one!” he said as he spun around and continued the

chase. A few more turns and dead ends later, through some miracle,
they found what they were looking for.

Pocahmantis could hardly believe what his eyes were paying witness to. Drakel, with thick red liquid dripping down from his fangs and bits of what looked like flesh sticking out from the gaps of his teeth as he stood over the body of some scraggly looking man - it was hard to tell - because the man’s head was missing!!! Slowly, Drakel turned to bring his bloodied muzzle into full view. The wolf’s eyes met Pocahmantis and Marija, a wicked scowl overcoming his expression and he growled in a low, fierce grumble…Suddenly, an overflowing menacing aura flushed through the scene bringing with it a sense of foreboding dread. From the shadows approached the silhouette of a fairly small figure, holding a not-so-small battleaxe over their shoulder with one hand, and in the other hand a sack. As they stepped out into the sunlight, Pocahmantis was able to recognize who they were in an instant, uttering out their name from under his breath: “Menace…”

Menace stood still…Menacingly. Their gaze set firm on the others, and it would feel as if they were trying to stare straight into the very souls of Pocahmantis and Marija. The chipped battleaxe over their shoulder looked like it was meant for somebody much bigger, and the sack in Menace’s other hand appeared to be holding something round; the bottom soaked in red…

Pocah’s eyes bulged out from their sockets “Guhh, duurr, buuhh, gaaa, doo….” Pocahmantis was like this for a little while, unable to find the words and unable to wrap his head around what was happening and for a brief moment, he forgot that he was holding Cecilla & Jouzan in his arms, and dropped them to the floor…

Just who killed the headless man!?!?!





Meanwhile back at the entrance of Westshire the echoes of madman’s laughter approached town “Wehehehehehe….Muwahahaha-BWAHAHAHA!!!” The source of this mad laughter came from a man with a flowing green cape and a wickedly malicious grin that stretched across his face, and behind him, he was dragging the body of another man wrapped head to toe in bandages. They approached the centre of town and the madman’s grin grew impossibly wider, his nostrils flaring as he declared at the top of his lungs “MURDOK HAS ARRIVED!!! Oooohh yeah, I smell it in the air, do you smell it, friend?” he jeered to the man in bandages who groaned painfully in response.

“Oh, you just don’t have the nose for it…THERE WAS A BRAWL HERE RECENTLY!! Hehehe...Hhehehe…” Murdok started to twitch “Know what that means….Hehe…Means people will be in pain…Lots and lots of pain...Puuuuurrr~fect….” he sank a little on the last word and then crouched down “Hold tight cus’....” he picked the bandaged man up for a piggyback ride and he screamed, “I’M RUNNNNIIINNNGGGGGG!!!” while leaving a large cloud of dust behind him.​

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Jamiah (???), Cynthia, Tallen, Zag the Tyrant Killer, Raykyle & Saul

The ‘challenge’ was reaching the beginning of its conclusion. After what looked like a fatal blow, the shadow-possessed body of the naive but hopeful boy Jamiah lay still for a moment, the only sign of movement being the wisping shadows shedding off of his obscured form, it might have appeared like he was weakening or maybe hurt but as the shouting rants of Cynthia echoed through the battlefield, Jamiah rose up from out of the dust and rubble like a puppet on strings: the warping shadows engulfing his body intensified like a fueled fire. It appeared unfazed by the attack from before, as though it was biding its time. Cynthia was his queue to act in a swift movement - he rose up once again. his shadow-covered sword, pointing the tip at Zag before - without warning - the blade itself split apart, sprouting like a flower and morphing into a cluster of extending shadow tentacles that snapped back and forth as if alive before rushing Zag at hyper-speed with the intent to kill. Looking at him the way he was now, it was hard to picture him as the same well-meaning boy from before but something else entirely: a monster.

Zag was enthralled by the fight. His blood steamed beneath his skin as his body thrashed about. He was narrowly avoiding most of the monster's attacks and withstanding the few that slipped past his guard. The darkness that escaped from his blade in the form of tentacles would have been sure to slip a solid hit in if it wasn't for the assistance of one of the annoying onlookers. He twisted his neck, snatching Cynthia’s sword mid-air, clenching the blade in his teeth and twisting his body with the same monstrous force he had shown before. The metal clashed with the tentacles holding them off and giving Zag enough time to manoeuvre, spinning backwards and preparing another attack. Before Jamiah could get the chance to regain whatever balance he needed Zag leapt over him grabbing him around the waist and with mighty oomph he arched his back backwards pulling Jamiah along with him and slamming him hard into the ground in a suplex. He continued doing this repeatedly every time he slammed him down he would get back up and slam him the other way: it was a never-ending cycle of slams.

The ground eroded beneath ‘Jamiah’ with every slam, appearing almost helpless as he was flailed back and forth into the growing crater emerging around him. The sound would be horrific, like that of dead meat being slapped onto the butchering table but throughout the seemingly never-ending cycle of body slams, the thing that had taken over Jamiah showed no physical signs of pain or ailment. As its body started to twist and contort from the repetitive, crushing slams, its head would come back twisted back to front so that it was now staring at Zag through its veiled sockets; its deathly gaze was to only be felt, not seen as the shadows whirring around him and the tentacles of shadow from his sword flared up once again. This time taking on the full likeness of flame, at first it was gradual, starting as a smouldering flame that rapidly burst out into a conflagration that engulfed the both of them into a giant black ball of fire that reduced the grass, rubble and trees surrounding them to ash.

Zag had no time to react as the black flames erupted around them. Almost immediately consuming them both. From outside the large black orb of fire twisted and contorted seemingly alive with a will of its own. It pulsed with a dark power like the wicked heart of a demon. From inside the clashing of two monsters could be felt as both combatants seemed to still be alive. Those around them could only stand by and watch in awe, or perhaps horror as the battle waged on inside the sphere. But not far off a certain loudmouth recruit was about to stir another monster into action. It had been maybe 30 seconds since Cynthia had berated her seemingly absent instructor with ridicule and insults on his honour. It seemed almost as if he really had abandoned the battlefield, but suddenly a gentle breeze blew through the area raising fallen leaves to the sky and passing the young girl. A warm firm hand landed on her shoulder, and when she turned to see who it was she would be met by none other than her instructor Raykyle. His expression was soft, and kind, almost reassuring even, as if everything from that moment forward would be fine, "Don't worry I'm here young one. I'll take care of everything from this point forward...STARTING WITH YOUR LOUD INSUBORDINATE MOUTH!!!" He roared, grabbing her in a camel clutch and pulling with all his might, almost breaking her in half. "Who do you think you are? A dirty little worm shouldn't be running their mouth about things they know nothing about. You think I give a damn about whether you bugs die!? They wanted a challenge and they got one. I gave them fair warning beforehand, so if they die it's no sweat off my back! Hell if you hadn't jumped into this fight things might not have escalated as far as they did! That screwjob Zag may have ended the fight sooner or got bored and simply gone to sleep! But noooo you had to stick your nose in it and now here we are!!! Well, GUESS WHAT!! I'M NOT YOUR DADDY, AND I'M NOT GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND, OR KISS YOUR BOO BOO'S WHEN YOU STUMBLE AND FALL!!! THIS IS WAR! IF I CODDLE YOU NOW YOU'LL JUST DIE OUT THERE ANYWAY! BE GRATEFUL I'M EVEN WASTING MY TIME ON YOU FUCKING WASTE OF DIRT!!!" As he ranted he continued to tighten his grip, pulling further and further back as he got more and more worked up. Eventually stopping when he heard a crack, and young Cynthia fell limp…"Uuuh...Saul...think I killed her…" He said standing up and nudging her motionless body. Then, a heavy sigh came out from behind a nearby tree, followed by the figure of a blindfolded man: it was Saul. “You should really lighten up on them some - they just had quite the traumatic experience and it’s not like they can read your mind...How were they supposed to know a healer such as myself was here?” Saul said approaching Cynthia's limp body and taking a closer examination, checking for signs of life “No, no she isn’t dead…I think you just knocked her unconscious, and probably severed vertebrae..*Sigh* No worry, I’ll fix it. Maybe you should go handle those two.” Saul said and pressed a glowing hand on Cynthia’s head, his expression turning grim as he shifted his glance toward the sphere of fire. While his eyes may have been covered, it was clear what his focus was centred on. Raykyle sighed and began to stretch limbering up his stiff joints. "Ugh must I? Can't you just do it?" He moaned not wanting to get between the two nutjobs. “Fi-ne...Then I will handle all healing, AND, subdue your mess. It isn’t like I don’t already hold this place together by the thin threads you leave me.” Saul said with a hint of venom in his voice, and holding back his desire to bludgeon Raykyle for allowing this to happen. He finished healing Cynthia and got up to face the orb of black flame. It seemed the inside had finished before the air around them seemed to suddenly grow colder: the orb of flames turning into a sphere of dark purple ice, and small sparks started to crackle upon its surface, quickly growing into a giant thunderbolt which split open the orb and shook the earth - sending Raykyle and Jamiah, as well as anyone else too close to the area flying back in different directions. Zags feet cut into the ground, the force so great that he only stopped once he was about ankle-deep into the soil. Jamiah, or whatever he was now, flew back seemingly without hesitation: crashing through bushes, trees and tumbling violently across the ground, leaving a long crater line from where he started to where he finished. Jamiah’s body was twisted and bent in all the wrong directions but after a few quiet moments he once again rose up, and his limbs started snapping themselves back into the correct positions.

Once it was finished, it lifted its hand up to the sky as if reaching for something, and then from the palm of his hand tendrils of shadow lunged out, shooting off toward the sword he had dropped along the way and returning the blade to his hand. The shadow wrapping itself around Jamiah started to pulsate violently and gripping the sword now with both hands the shadow-possessed boy lifted the sword above his head and he vanished…Re-appearing in the sky above Zag, swinging down with its sword that suddenly appeared to be over twenty feet long and ten feet wide, something more fitting for a giant than a boy…The towering blade came crashing down with the clear intention of cleaving Zag in two.

Zag watched the boy stand up unphased by the battle. "I guess I'll have to actually go all out for this fight aye brother?" Zag said seemingly to himself rather than anyone around him. He took an odd fighting stand one foot in front of the other, and both of his hands held out like a wall ready to block any attack that came his way. Slowly menacing energy began to gather at Zags open palms, a sphere of energy forming in front of him twitching with destructive force. He watched Jamiah disappear only to reappear moments later with his sword raised above him ready to strike down. Zags energy pulsed as his skin tingled in anticipation. "C'mon make me feel alive you scum!!!" He roared with excitement as the air vibrated with energy from their... As Jamiah slashed down on Zag he attacked in return, their magical energy clashing causing sparks to erupt from the convergence of energy. Zag seemed to be physically struggling for the first time since the fight had begun.

The energy of their clash rippled throughout the forest. Saul looked on in awe at the impressive display of power, for others what might have seemed like a horrific sight of an impending catastrophe, to Saul looked like a festival of graceful lights intertwining with one another - a spectrum of colors, from the darkest shades of blue to the lightest shades of yellow all converging in a collider scope of colors. Tears streamed down his face, though it was not clear due to his blindfolds one could assume he was truly moved by this display of colors and he clasped his hands together as if in prayer “Such a splendid display~” slowly he turned his head towards Raykyle, all emotion suddenly disappeared from his voice as he spoke “Raykyle…You will assist me now, or the church will hear about this…” a menacing aura radiated from Saul “And you know they’ll demand I discipline you.” he warned before smiling again and the air around them felt less tense.

Raykyle shivered at the thought of the church sending Saul to discipline him. While they were both about around the same level of strength, Ray would even go as far as to say he was stronger by a decent bit in some ways. Saul made his blood freeze, and his hair stood on edge. If he wasn't willing to fight one person it was definitely Saul. He lifted his hands in submission, slightly annoyed by Sauls sudden demands. "Ok ok! Geez don't go all crusader on me. Ugh, well I'll handle ole Kingkiller you take meat shield." He ordered as the two approached confidently. "You'll need to subdue their attack first!" He called out over the roaring winds that tore the fallen forest around them. Saul began to hum and he held his hands together bowing his head in prayer. "With the grace of God I beseech you, leave this holy land intact so that the meek may inherit it. Divine magic; God's decree!" With this a holy light radiated across the field emanating from Saul, the light seemed to soothe the raging winds, and calm the raging electricity in the air. After a moment the light faded and the magical attacks seemed to have disappeared. Zag roared in fury looking around for who might have interfered with their battle, but as he turned he was met face to face with Raykyle. "What are you doing!? You said I could go wild!" Zag growled glaring daggers at Raykyle who showed no emotion. "WELL YOU GONNA TELLME OR WA-AAAGH!" Zag didn't get to finish the sentence as Raykyle delivered a powerful blow to the core of his body causing him to fall to his knees clutching his gut. "...You...b-bastard..ugh." With that Zag fell to the ground no longer able to move as strange symbols began to glow all over his body, sealing away any strength he may have had left. Meanwhile, on Jamiahs end, Saul stood before the darkened boy, now more beast than anything. Jamiahs stare was blank and showed no real sign of intelligent life, only an instinctual creature ready to defend itself. But as Saul approached it didn't make a move to attack. He seemed to not show up on the creature's radar, only warmth and soothing energy came from him and before he realized it Saul had his hand to Jamiahs forehead. "Divine magic; Exorcism and rebirth." He said this with his pointer and index finger pressed against Jamiahs forehead. Instantly the darkness that wrapped around Jamiahs body began to fade and shrink back into the injury Zag had caused earlier, filling it with the darkness that had previously possessed him. He fell into Sauls arms who gently caught him whispering into his ears. "It's ok now my child, rest and be at peace. You did well but you still have demons to fight." Raykyle approached then carrying a hogtied and struggling Zag in one hand. "Hey lemme go ya bastards!!! Dis how you treat a fellow human being!?" He complained snarling and snapping at the air trying to get free. "You hardly count as human, now silence yourself before I do it for you." Saul warned a cold glare in his eyes. He didn't often approve of Raykyles rough ways but if there were more monsters like Zag who didn't seem to be slowing down any after that fight. Then he wanted these young ones to grow as strong as possible even if it meant awakening new monsters inside of them. Raykyle turned towards the rest of the trainees who at this point meant Tallen and the rabbit."Ok take your annoying surprise guest over there and head back to camp, me and Saul have to clean up this mess and make sure things are ready for tonight…'Special guest'" he said, making air quotes and rolling his eyes. With that order he turned away shooing off any questions or statements they may have had. "Yeah yeah whatever, you all get to move up 2 ranks if you shut up and get going otherwise I'll make Zag here chase you back." He teased pointing at the rabid man still hogtied in his grip. "Do not worry, Jamiah will be fine. He simply needs some rest and care. But if any of you are hurt we do have a...eh rather uhm..'Gifted' healer at the camp. He would be MORE than happy to heal any injuries you might have. Please have a safe trip back, the path should be clear for you." Saul told them with a warm wave Jamiah's unconscious body in his arms, his head resting against his shoulder. Saul turned to look at Raykyle who met his eyes once the trainees had departed. Both with serious expressions on their faces. They may not have understood one another usually, but without saying anything they both understood one thing...No one could know about what happened here today...not if Jamiah or any of the trainees were to stay safe.​

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Collab by: Sinny The Fool & Solemn Jester
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[Merciless Medic]

Marija​

Marija blinked at Pocahmantis' repeat of 'fun', and she tilted her head at him, a silly smile on her face. Well, yeah, it was a little thrilling. She was a bit of an adrenaline junkie and she pretty much had to be based on her nomadic life before she attempted her fate with being a Holy Knight. Even for something small, it was still something she had rather enjoyed as it sent uncertainty through her muscles and her mind scrambled for a plan. It being safe allowed her to scramble as she did. Showing such nervousness in a combat or dangerous setting was practically a death sentence. Then he explained with her statement on Jouzan that his pride caused their adventures, maybe missions, to end. With her first question, she raised an eyebrow when he said he didn't know how long the Dream Drift will end. That was risky. How did he not know? Was it different from person to person? Maybe it was someone's will that helped them wake up faster.

Still, hearing him talk like a normal person who wasn't inebriated by a constant daydream or whatever he was smoking was surprising to Marija. It worried her when he said they may sleep for aeons, but while it wasn't his place to say when their sleep should end, he can basically feel it in his soul that it won't be long. She didn't know how that was supposed to reassure her, but she was at least grateful that it wouldn't be literal 'aeons'. She let out a sigh of relief. She watched as he stared at them for some time. She wondered what he was thinking about. Maybe what they were dreaming about? Seemed to be the only likeliest option and, granted, she was curious, too.

When she finally rested her barrier and rubbed her temples to soothe her light, edging migraine that she didn't think she'd have started today considering she was supposed to be relaxing, she looked up to see him rather embarrassed at her words about where the wolf went. Why was he embarrassed? It was alright to miss something like that, if that's what he was embarrassed about.

After she tried coaxing information from him, she looked up at him in stunned surprise as he seemed to be deep in thought, but that scowl worried her. Did she go too far? She was too stubborn to stop anyway and she had already gone far enough, but she wasn't going to back down just because someone gave her a sour face. Then he said 'your vessel is true'.... What did that mean? Did that mean he trusted her? Why? Were they more similar than she had previously thought? He was rather eccentric, and she wasn't all that much. Maybe it was about keeping truths and secrets from her superiors that did it. Huh, maybe she won't have to feel so alienated from the rest of her colleagues. Which, that was completely her doing and she faulted herself for it, but while she liked nosing in on people's businesses discreetly, she liked keeping her own secrets to herself. She already told too many people about herself and it had caused her downfall. Maybe he could be someone she trusted later.

She watched as he picked up Jouzan and Cellica, and watched in disbelief as he stood at his true height. What the.... He was so tall! He was tall before, but now... It didn't really intimidate her, but it surprised her. She can guess he had a lot of strength to carry things because he looked so effortless doing it. Though, she doubted his arms would be good in any melee capacity. The name of the wolf is called Drakel. She will keep the knowledge of the wolf's name safe, only allowing Pocahmantis to call it by their name if need be. If she said it, well she better hope nobody else will be hearing about it.

Then he heard something, cutting off right when she was going to get that juicy information. They were similar enough to have found each other. Then he started muttering something under his breath.

'Tides are turning, fates are shifting...'

Marija didn't know what he meant by that as he soon beckoned her. The familiar wave of uncertainty flew through her body and she ran after Pocahmantis, her adrenaline kicking up again but with more force. Her heart beat faster and her eyes focused more, noticing that they were going to the back alleys. Marija jogged alongside him to keep up with his long-legged march, surprised that he seemed to know where he was going until they hit a dead end. She looked up with some doubt and confusion furrowing her brows at Pocahmantis as he tried to reassure her (probably himself, too). She soon deadpanned as he explained that he and the wolf had a link deeper than 'any tide' (whatever that meant) and it was basically a calling thing? Marija didn't fully understand, but she can at least guess what it would feel like, considering she had a repulsive connection with her cousin.

He then brought his hands together and took in deep breaths. Marija looked around, feeling kind of awkward with her hands on her hips as she focused on preparing her magic for a potential issue. Then he held out his hand after a bit of 'inner reflection' and he.... Hit a wall...

Marija's lips became a strained smile as she kept herself from laughing at him. She followed him obediently though, even as they hit more dead ends. They then found the wolf....

And it wasn't a pretty sight.

The sight should have scared her. Unnerved her. Seeing a large wolf over a headless corpse should have sparked panic, but Marija felt the familiar hit of a calm collection she'd hold whenever she fought an enemy ease her muscles. Drakel was eating human flesh. He must have been starving for a bite, and maybe human flesh was something that he needed, if she were to guess with how ravenous he ate that chicken from before. She didn't know if that was bad considering she had a feeling Drakel wasn't really a wolf, but that was just a hunch and that wasn't helpful right now. A sudden feeling of dread emboldened her and she clenched her fists as she looked over to see another figure come out of the shadows, his axe a little too big for them and an axe over their shoulder, stained with blood. A sack was in his other hand, blood soaking the bottom. The smell of blood was a common occurrence for Marija through her life and recent training, so she wasn't too bothered by it.

She figured the man's head was in that sack. Why? Why would anyone do that? She heard from Pocahmantis that this person's name was Menace. She can guess why they had the name. Whatever it was, she didn't want to bother with any other people getting hurt. She heard Pocahmantis' unintelligible words and looked over to see him dropping the two people he was running around with. She should have reminded him to leave them at an inn or something. He must have history with Menace, and Pocahmantis looked.... Well, betrayed. It was a similar face she had when her people exiled her.

Scowling back at the wolf and stepping in front to cover Pocahmantis and the bodies that dropped, she held up her hands quickly and a blue-tinted, thick, transparent barrier flashed around her and the three people she was protecting in a dome, her eyes glowing a bright blue with the amount of magic she was using at the moment. The situation she found herself in should have made her scared, but she wasn't. She stared at the two with a determined gaze, her lips in a partial frown. "Pocahmantis! Focus!" She spoke sternly as she looked over her shoulder at him, copying the commanding tone her superiors spoke to her in. Marija needed Pocahmantis to not be so stunned at this moment. She then put her attention on the two in front of her. "I don't know why you'd kill a random citizen of Westshire, but you better have an answer as to why."

Then, she heard someone running around, yelling about people being in pain. With a flick of her wrist up, she released a chunk of psychic glass into the air, the pink glass catching the rays of the light to shine before it fizzled away, hoping that whoever was around would come by and be a distraction so she can comfortably get everyone away. She didn't really care that Drakel was eating a person at this moment (as that was kind of normal too due to her travels in France), but she was more focused on keeping those around her alive. She didn't know if Menace would ever hurt Drakel, but considering they most likely weren't a part of Pocahmantis' group anymore or were an enemy from before, she wasn't going to let Menace kill anyone else. Drakel seemed to be working with them anyway. "I suggest you start talking or run, as you don't have enough time."

Her voice held no such promise or threat of violence, and her posture leaned forward with her hands out to keep her shield up. She held no such authority in her rank, but she hoped her former superior would be proud for how far she's gotten if by voice alone. And hope she didn't end up being too confrontational to cause a strike upon her barrier. While this was the strongest barrier she's ever created up to this point, it was a strain on her mind and she hoped Pocahmantis can think enough to help out. At least waking up Cellica or Jouzan, if that was possible, or buffing her up with any of that smoke.

Sinny The Fool Solemn Jester Hanarei