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Fantasy The White Rangers

The light shined brightly down on Gavin as he made his way through a rather thick forest. His grey cloak, despite it's urban color, did not particularly stick out in the scenery. The blades that he wore on his back were his most noticeable feature, both extending just past the top of his head. To his right, a large canine walked beside him, its white coat contrasting the green and brown of the forest quite a bit. Gavin twiddled his fingertips slightly as he walked, and as he did so, a slight mist of tiny snowflakes drifted down into the air and melted. In his other hand he held a note, not signed by anyone and delivered to the tavern that he'd been staying at. After a few minutes of walking, the pair reached a small, circular clearing among the trees, no less than twenty feet wide. From there, the man leaned against a tree and waited, playing with his magic as he did so.
 
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Sighing softly, the girl read over the piece of parchment once more; just to clarify that she was headed in the right direction. The night that it was given to her, Sera had been practically brainwashed by excitement and adrenaline. She had barely been given an explanation as to what she was supposed to do; just told different variations about the same story over and over again by some crazy guy at a tavern. In hindsight, it had been stupid to listen to him. However, at the time, the thought of someone taking on the "Knights of the Dragon" was probably the best thing that she had heard in awhile. So, it wasn't all that surprising when the redhead had practically ripped the invitation right out of his hands when it had been offered to her.


Sera shoved the paper back into her bag and focused on the path ahead. As far as she could see, there was nothing but forest. She probably should've been bored of such a sight by now, but she still found it more interesting than miles of stone buildings and dirtied streets.
 
Freed flew over a city. It had been a long time since he had seen humans. Where he came from they all turned to monsters and killed each other off. Then some humans he met shortly after that were simply horrible. He looked at the axe he took from the only opponent that had ever pushed him to the point of actually getting hurt. It was a symbol of his respect for true warriors. He would never leave it behind. As he strapped the axe to his back he landed on the local cathedral. There he stood atop the stone roof, so no one looked twice. He pulled a map from his back pocket and looked it over. He had been told to go to some clearing in the middle of the woods. For what he did not know, but he was told it was for the good of the people, so he looked and found the direction he needed to go.


After he put the map back in his pouch he took flight again. The light shimmered off his dew covered wings. He always had trouble stopping the dew from sticking to his wings during his flying days, but he did not mind. Soon he found the clearing where he was told to go. He descended upon the field with great power. As he landed his pure weight and force caused the ground to den and rubble to burst up. He looked at the ground and apologized for hurting the plants around him. He looked around the clearing to see if anything was there. He then stopped as his eyes fell upon a boy and a large canine of some sort. Freed was about to simply assume that he was just a normal boy with his dog, but then noticed the boy's blades. This struck a nerve in Freed's stone body. Was this boy a bandit or a slave trader? He was not about to take any chances. So he drew his massive axe that most people could not lift two handed, but he did it with ease using only his right hand. He growled a little as he looked at the boy "Who are you and want need have you for swords?"
 
A low growl interrupted the near-silence that had previously inhabited the clearing. Gavin looked down and saw Fen, teeth bared, gazing at something in the sky. The young man looked up and saw a large creature. It was obviously not human, as evidence by the giant wings and its back, and was made from some sort of stone. He recoiled in shock slightly, and raised his hand to grab Oath Keeper. Looks like something out of Ravenloft... The beast landed on the ground with a thud, sending dust and rubble scattering. It looked at him and drew a giant axe from its back. "Who are you and what need have you for swords?" It asked. Gavin stopped himself from drawing his weapon, and instead leaned back against the tree. "Why do you need that axe?"
 
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"I wield my axe only to protect the weak and to honor a powerful warrior." Freed kept close eyes one both of them. He had already repaired his wings so he was at 100%. The dog would not be able to bite through his stone body, but he had no clue about the swords. He knew little to nothing about his opponent, but he smelled something. It was human blood, but it wasn't. He sniffed a little more than looked at the boy closer. Something was definitely off about him. There was a faint hint of magic in the smell. He looked to the sides of him, just to see if anyone else was around. When he was certain no one else was with them he looked at the boy "You smell of human and something else. Also there is magic in your blood. Tell me what you are."
 
Gavin looked his opponent up and down, analyzing him for any weaknesses. His stone body meant that Fen wouldn't be doing much damage, though maybe he could be a distraction. The size of the axe and the fact that the... thing could lift it one handed also meant that there was no competing for strength, so dodging would be his best bet. However, the creature had an obvious magical origin, which meant that Oath Keeper would deal a fair amount of punishment. As he finished his analysis, the creature began sniffing in the air. A mention of his heritage made Gavin stiffen slightly. He looked down to Fen, who was still growling slightly. Not another sound in the woods could be heard, which meant that no one else was around either. "What are you? Ravenloft?"
 
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Sorry, what was that about no one else being around? Sure, she wasn't the loudest person to have ever walked through the woods, but that didn't mean that she didn't exist.


The closer she got to the clearing, the stronger the uneasy feeling she had became. It was quickly growing; expanding at such an alarming rate that it felt like some monster was gnawing at her stomach. Even before she heard the giant crash and the voices, Sera could tell that something was about to go down if she continued heading in the direction that she was. So, out of sheer paranoia about what lay ahead, she slowed her pace and became extra careful about stepping on twigs and alike. The redhead stopped a little ways from the clearing; preferring to stay out of sight and just watch what was happening before intervening herself.


A boy around her age, a wolf, and a gargoyle seemed to be the cause of the sudden commotion. The situation looked to be the human and the wolf against the other; but it didn't appear as though they had begun a physical fight yet. Still, Sera chose to stay hidden behind one of the larger trees in the area; hands on the hilts of her dual swords just in case things went south for her.
 

Redren had gotten his letter two days previous. It had been left for him at the bar of his Hovel he was staying at, when he had gone to leave the owner of the hovel had given it to him. Redren had tried to interrogate the information out of him but the Man gave no reply's, only repeating he was sworn to silence. More like paid off. Redren had opened it to find the white envelope to hold a letter, addressed to Redren himself, it was curious letter inviting him to join an order, headset on destroying the "Knights of the Dragon" or some cheesy name like that. It was pointless to even try and escape Redren now, he had been given a goal. A quest to destroy the enemy! Obviously he would acquire great fame and honor. His name would echo through the halls of the gods in fear of his mighty power! At least that's how it played out in his head. He would go to this meeting place and show them all his amazing power, the fellow heroes would bow and follow him into righteous battle! In great confidence He took the envelope and read the directions, closing his eyes to concentrate his knuckles went right around his staff. The air around him thickened with Magic as he vanished, appearing feet away from where he was. "Shit." He grumbled a sour expression on his face. He needed to work on teleportation. Teleportation was all about envisioning here you're going sadly he had no Idea what this certain group of woods was like, so whenever he tried to teleport he went to the last woodsy area in his mind. The woods he was in right now.

He settled for walking, It was a far distance but he could Transform into any thing that could fly, as long as he focused hard enough. He fantasized about making a grand entrance, all eyes on him. A content smile was on his lips at the thought. He glanced at the staff on his side, such normal steel. He decided the fastest way to travel would be to become Ethereal. Simply Become a large cloud of Smoke and fly there. So he did, His body ripped apart instantly vanishing into a puff of smoke literally. It wasn't long before he found the clearing, a large Gargoyle and a boy were there. Was this it? What a group to follow him into battle. Pathetic He thought aloud as he flew to the ground, The Tower of smoke smacked into the ground twirling around in a dust cloud as it solidified into a man. Redren glanced around his youth filled eyes taking in the Gargoyle's stature. "Hello sir, Is this were the meeting is taking place?" He said attempting to remove the intimidation from his voice. The Beast looked tiny from the sky, but down here he was a LOT bigger looking, and a LOT more intimidating. Images of Redren's Bloody death crossed his mind as he looked at the monsters Axe. He hadn't killed the boy yet, so Redren was safe. Right?

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The beast stayed silent for a moment, unclear in his intentions thus far. All of a sudden, seemingly out of almost nowhere, a large cloud of smoke fell towards the ground and stopped, gathering up and forming into a man. He seemed to be at least a few years older than Gavin, and was obviously adept in magic. The young half-dragon pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in confusion, and said nothing to the man or the beast. Not how I thought this day would go... He thought to himself. Weren't we meeting here for a rea- A loud bark interrupted his thoughts. Fen sprinted towards a particularly large tree and stopped right beside it. The wolf gave a low growl and seemed to be eyeing something in particular, though it wasn't clear from where Gavin was standing.


@Aridis
 
For a good couple of seconds, the redhead genuinely considered leaving and just collapsing in the nearest tavern; which wasn't all that near. Her first impression of these people was less then professional; although extremely amusing. Although, that mostly went for the guy who decided to make a giant, too-impressive-to-be-natural entrance. On top of that, she came close to actually letting her guard down. Besides the tension from the two guys who had arrived before Sir Showoff, Sera saw no reason to have been on edge.


She was far from frustrated with the group. In fact, the girl was actually kind of appreciative of their various qualities. So far, two of them seemed to be a bit more serious, and then the third appeared to be more lax. It was a nice little variety.


Still, the redhead wasn't all that appreciative when the goddamn wolf decided to call her out. The action didn't exactly spook her; more of made her a bit too paranoid about being found. Through past experiences, she had discovered that being found wasn't exactly on the top of the list when one was trying to hide. Sera felt foolish drawing her blade against a wolf, but did so anyways just in case it suddenly hungered for her flesh. "Okay, I get it, back off!" She mumbled. Walking backwards away from the creature, the girl made sure to keep a sharp eye on him the entire time. Within a couple of steps, she was fully visible to the others. "Hey, mind calling off your friend? I kinda like having my limbs intact!"


@Redrobinwing
 
While it probably wasn't the best first impression, Gavin smirked slightly at his dog. Good job, boy.


"Fenris, calm." He called out, taking a moment to thank his father's training lessons with the wolf. The growling ceased as soon as the half-dragon ordered it, and Fenris slowly started to loosen up. He looked at his master, then back to the woman. The wolf's harsh, toothy sneer almost immediately turned into a lighthearted, open-mouthed pant. He turned away from the girl and trotted towards his master, eyeing the scene around him, though it was obvious that he was much more relaxed and friendly than before. "Good boy." Gavin said as he slowly walked towards the young woman. He pet his canine friend as he walked by, but continued on his way.


"Sorry about that, it's what he's trained to do." Gavin offered an apologetic smile to her as he approached. From what he could tell, the newcomer was rather well-armed. The bow she had with her was an obvious sign of skill with it, and perhaps a sign of someone less magically oriented, though you could rarely tell in a land like Chorada. He kept his guard up, though, just in case of nefarious intentions. He outstretched his hand to her. "Gavin."





@Aridis
 
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With a small sigh of relief, she sheathed her sword. On the bright side of things, she could knock "getting eaten by a wolf" off of her list of potential ways to die within the next couple of minutes (it was a surprisingly long list at the moment).


Running a hand through her hair, Sera did a double-take of everyone in the area. Out of habit, she quickly noted where everyone was, and what they were currently doing. Given the small amount of people in the area, that task was completed in the blink of an eye. Seeing as though Gavin was quickly becoming the closest person to her, she turned most of her attention toward him for the time being. The redhead smiled softly at his seemingly kind--or, at least proper-- behavior.


With little to no hesitation at all, the girl shook his hand. "Sera. Nice to meet'ya, Gavin."





@Redrobinwing
 
@Redrobinwing @Aridis


Redren looked around after having turned a cloud of smoke into a walking man you'd think there would be some clapping, some form of appreciation for his many years of training in the arcane. But no, these guys sucked. "Excus-" Redren started to but into convorsati0on being interrupted by the dog barking at a tree. First I'm ignored then pushed aside by a mutt. ugh. He thought to himself, clenching his fist around his staff his knuckles turning white with aggravation. That was till the girl walked out, Redren mood immediately changed. His body unclenching his heart fluttering a bit. He was a sucker for a cute face. Like, its pathetic. He closed his mouth upon realizing his jaw was hanging down.


He watched the girl as the man barked at the dog, Redren shifted his gaze taking in the Aura of the boy. it was definitely a Magical feeling. Tho it was Obvious who the Statue was, one of or maybe even Thee last Gargoyle from the lost City. Redren couldn't really get a set feeling about the gargoyle, it was both a curious creation, but a the same a monstrosity of living stone. Terrifying but he could learn so much from him. The small band of misfits were a sad sight, apart from the goddess in their midst Redren had no point to stay. With a small cough He cleared his throat teleporting quickly forward to cut in on their conversation. "And I'm Redren." He said loudly every syllable louder then the last. Redren was so awfully Awkward it hurts to watch. He turned to the girl stretching out his skin to shake her hand. as his hand was outstretched his mind was running at the speed of light to think up a good introduction one liner. "And I kill Monsters." He said his voice cracking on the last word. He had grown up in an academy filled with out smelly wizards and sages. Don't blame him if his Flirting is worse then his cooking.
 
Freed looked amongst the three in front of him. He was absolutely thrilled to see that they all were being so civil. It made him happy. He began to put up his Axe when he noticed the man who came up in smoke was looking at him. He figured that he had simply never seen a gargoyle before. As his was strapped to his back again he heard the wizard man say something about killing monsters. He assumed that the man was referring to him as a monster. He got irritated at the thought and walked up close to the man. He leaned down and looked directly into the wizards eyes "You think you know what monsters are? I came from a place where mothers will be walking by with their child, then painfully turn into a deformed wolf and rip their young into pieces. You know nothing of true monsters till you have seen what I have seen. until then, you are just some wizard with an obvious ego." Freed knew he would not be attacked. Even if he was his body was naturally immune to magic. So this wizard would have no chance at all.





@TwistedTruth
 

Redren pulled his hand back his mood visually darkening as his posture straightened intimidatingly, Already he was summoning magic from the air around him. His Aura became thick and heavy jokes aside he was slightly pissed. This Statue, This Monstrosity of Magic was going to talk to him like that? He was far stronger then the mages that created Freed, Granted he didn't know the exact spells around his creation. The only way a statue could do what he was doing with actual thought was if it had a soul bound to it. His creators essentials created souls and put them in these hulking beasts, He had read about the creation of the gargoyles, payed handsomely for the Journal too. An adventurer had gone into the city and scavenged things from the labs that were there. Redren no longer had the journal in his possession but he had the knowledge tied to it. "I have seen people killed, maybe not Mothers and fathers killing their young. But I've seen my share of horrors." He said with a twinkle in his eye. This Gargoyle didn't realize what level of Magic and Knowledge possessed. There was a reason after all he was here and no other Wizards. These being possessed magic yes, but out of the four Redren had perfected his use of magic. Spent years focusing on it, he didn't need swords or hammers or axes or any other feeble weapon of the mortal plain. He was a Human vessel filled with magic. Did the gods use weapons? No. They used Magic.


Redren sighed and teleported back a few feet, putting himself out of range from the Beasts Axe. As Long as Redren could focus on his environment, It would be nearly impossible to catch him, he would Teleport around until he passed out. And if his willpower drained that much he would Teleport far away. Sure it would strain his magic and he might loose his abilities for a few days and he knew about his breaking point. There was almost no way a simple teleportation spell would ever weaken him that much. "Gargoyle if you want to fight this out we can. You might be resistant to my Magic, but I know of spells that your creators didn't. Ancient, forgotten magic. I can promise you it would effect you, maybe not kill you as it would a Lich or a Demon. Tho it will be effective." He stated flatly crossing his hands over his chest. He was bluffing slightly, he was planning on Removing Freeds soul from his body, Redren couldn't promise it would work, or even that he knew how to do it. He had read about how it was possible, and formulated his own magic around it. Animals didn't have souls, but he had practiced the spell on lesser Monsters. It drained him of magic, and required a lot of focus. Even more it required information about your opponent, information he couldn't learn about freed. He Needed his opponents full name, and a catalyst. A Catalyst big enough to kill Freed would be hard to acquire, but Redren had no doubts he could think on his feet. Assuming this spell works on Gargoyles that is. Least a Gargoyle Created by other Magicians, they may of thought of this type of spell and enchanted Freed's stone with Wards and protections that Redren would have to break.

Redren audibly grumbled realizing using up that much Magic would be pointless, He needed more proof it would work, to much uncertainty to drain himself of that much magic force, it would definitely Take days if not weeks to regain the Magic he would be forced to use. He could hurl rocks at Freed until the gargoyle gave up. Something simple. Redren nodded his head as a tree uprooted itself. Sticks and stone it was, throwing trees was simple. Used up a good bit of magic, but nothing a good nights sleep wouldn't fix. In the Academy's in Singrad they pushed Mages to their limits, often draining them completely of Magic. Some people would use up their Living magic forces, essentially giving up pieces of their souls to complete a spell. It was a dark magic and one Redren had sworn he would never use. Anyhow, Magic storage is like a muscle, the more you work it the bigger and badder it is. In Terms of Magic storage Redren was a Super buff Giant Ogre with muscles on his muscles. Unless he had no purpose behind the magic. It all really depended on How badly Redren wanted something as to how much he could summon for a spell. But he had just been insulted in front of a beautiful girl. The Rage boiling inside of him was one to be feared. He would not have his pursuit of women be stopped by a rock with a soul bound to it. No! The Great Might Redren would not back down to a boulder! He mentally cheered himself on. That's when the tree flew out of the air and smacked into Freed.
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"And I kill Monsters" was probably the best thing that she had heard all day. Not morally, some of the best men that she knew were "monsters." But, as a pickup line? It was definitely one of the most amusing phrases that she had ever heard. And yes, that was including all of the ones from a couple of drunks at a tavern or two that she had the unfortunate luck to meet. The girl was far from being a perfect little goddess, so she was aware that many beings of the male species would flirt with anything given they had enough drinks; hence why she had long since passed the phase of blushing like an idiot whenever she got a compliment.


Instead, Sera had to bite the inside of her cheek in order to not burst out laughing. She had opened her mouth in order to respond, but everything decided to go downhill before she could even draw in a breath.


Don't get her wrong, the redhead loved fights. They were fun, and they brought on a satisfying rush of adrenaline if the opponent was strong enough. However, she only really liked them when she was in them. It was almost boring when she had to watch someone else duke it out without her. So, naturally, she decided to butt in a bit. She wasn't exactly the most selfless person in the world, and was very aware of the fact that she could use the "I was trying to stop them" excuse in the blink of an eye. But, in all honesty, Sera just wanted to get a little bit of excitement out of the otherwise somewhat boring day.


Drawing her blades, the girl had to hold back a laugh--again-- as she saw Redren use a freaking tree as his chosen weapon for the fight. She wasn't all that impressed with the speech, but the tree definitely got a kick out of her. Taking a few steps away from the duo, she tried to decide who to attack. It was a bit hard, seeing as though she had yet to side with either of them and had yet to come to like one more than the other.


In the end, the redhead picked Redren as her first victim. Note the word first, she was planning on wacking Freed at one point or another. However, seeing as though the Mage appeared as though would be less likely to hate her out of the two, he was her target. Without any warning toward the male, she spun around and swung her sword at him; being careful to turn it so that the flat of the blade would hit him, therefore resulting in a non-fatal injury if it hit him. "Calm down a bit, okay?" The only reason why she said that phrase was to back up her potential 'I was trying to stop them' excuse. Sera really didn't give a flying fudge as to whether or not he actually went along with it.


@TwistedTruth @FantasyDoctor
 
Lucius wasn't fond of the idea to join the White Rangers but being a free man was far more important. He was walking down a dirt path on his way to where he was told to go. It made him uneasy that it was deep in the forest so Lucius decided to slowly make his way there instead of making his presence known. As he approached the meeting place Lucius heard what sounded like many branches breaking followed by a loud thud. He quickly ran to where it came from unfortunately it was where he was supposed to meet the White Rangers. As Lucius came closer to the clearing he noticed a brawl happening in the clearing. Since he had no reason to get involved he climbed a tree and watched as the battle unfolded.


It was clear that these misfits were the so called white rangers but Lucius couldn't help but wonder why these people were chosen. There was a mage, female, monster, and kid in the clearing. It was clear to him that they possessed unique skills that made them candidates but Lucius just wasn't seeing it. The monster resembled a gargoyle at it was clear that he overpowered his enemies with shear strength. The mage on the other hand made Lucius uneasy as magic was something of a bad match up to him. The female seemed bold and strong for such a fragile creature. Lucius then payed attention to the youngster standing with his mut. He felt something was off with him but couldn't put his finger on it so he shrugged it off. What Lucius saw in front of him was the great white rangers that were since praised. "God help us" he muttered under his breath.
 
Redren let out a girlish yelp as the side of the blade hit him. If she had been trying to hurt him he might of actually been pretty messed up from the strike to his side. As she pulled it away however he had slid against it just enough the sharp edge of the blade had cut him. Not much, just enough for him to bleed. that pissed him off. Blood was a scarcity Redren couldn't waste. Plus the blood of a strong sorcerer was a good catalyst. He didn't want anyone to take it. The other hand He had just been attacked on the low down by the Red Head. As soon as the blade left his Side Redren frantically teleported away, he moved to the right about eight feet, accidentally being three inches above the ground then he intended, He fell right on his face. Scratching his palms up pretty badly, he wiped himself off and stood up. "Wow! This doesn't involve you Hot-Head." He called out to her holding his hands out defensively. He wouldn't back down, he still had to prove to the girl he was a fighter. His stance was defensive, but if she attacked him again it was VERY simple to focus magic into your palms, often why people used their hands for casting. If she came at him again he wouldn't be afraid to Blow her back a couple yards with Tornado level winds.

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Freed stood and watched the scene unfold. It was, entertaining, might be the best word. It was actually rather fun to see this man think that ancient magic or not mattered to a gargoyle. He was made of ancient marble, but when he saw the tree coming, he knew this egotistical man was on to something. If direct magic didn't work, use existing objects. The issue with that was that he was trying to break stone with wood. Simple thinking at best, so Freed waited till the tree was close. He then put out his hands. the force of the throw did push him back a little, but in the end Freed lifted the tree to his shoulder like it was a simple ordeal "Thank you wizard. I was in need of fire wood."
 
At first, Gavin simply stared in awe as the fight continued. He could expect it from the gargoyle, and perhaps even the magic user, but it was certainly not expected when the woman joined in the fight. While he had first considered stopping the conflict, it instead turned out to be a good chance to record more information about the group. Gavin took a deep breath and sighed, sat on the ground, took out his notebook, and began jotting down notes and doing some basic sketches of everyone. Fen sat beside him and watched the fight go on as well, looking as relaxed as ever. As the two watched the fight go on, Gavin noticed a shadowy figure standing in the trees above. At least they aren't fighting anyone... He thought to himself. Just to give a warning to the figure that it had been spotted, he gave a small nod in the person's direction.


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Being careful to not accidentally stab herself in the neck, Sera covered her mouth with the back of her hand. Redren's reaction had been more than amusing, and she was very glad to have attacked him in place of the Gargoyle. Laughing under her breath, the girl absolutely failed to keep herself calm and composed. While, in a real, life-or-death fight she wouldn't dare lose focus for even a moment, this was just too awesome to not get some joy out of. Sure, she felt a bit bad for accidentally scratching him, but it was so small that he should be able to suck it up.


"Uh huh." Sera taunted. "I'm sure it doesn't. I mean, it's not like we're all here for a similar reason or anything. It definitely wouldn't be shame if one of us was put out of commission so soon." Since when did she become a preacher? This was just weird. Necessary for her imaginary scapegoat, but weird.


Crouching down a bit, as if she were preparing herself to pounce, the redhead loosened her grip on her swords. It was a little trick that she had learned; the tighter you cling to your weapon, the less fluid your movements were. Unfortunately, if you didn't hold on tight enough, if would be more than easy for the enemy to disarm you. Her attention was split between Freed and the Mage, both having about the same chance of getting wacked next. "But, I mean, if you guys wanna continue to duke it out, I will be more than happy to join you~."


@FantasyDoctor @TwistedTruth
 

Redren frowned dropping his hand as he flipped her off. It was a symbol of Anger to raise the middle finger at an opponent, a playful gesture between friends. He didn't know which one the Redhead was to him. With his free hand still flipping her off he ran his hand over his cut side, healing the skin with the faintest white scar. Almost invisible. He glanced at Freed with a chuckle. "I used to have a pet rock, way smarter than you." He mused playfully Turning back to the Girl making a 'come at me gesture' When in reality he had pulled a pebble out of the Ground slamming it into her jaw. Probably hurt like a bitch, not hard enough to break anything. Maybe a light bruise if she was weak, which he knew she wasn't. He dropped his hand down gesturing to the floor. "Give me the order I'll pull up a rock and fly it through your skull." He said crossing his hands over his chest. His Steel staff lightly floating in front of him. Magic was easier to do with gestures, made channeling the Magic easier. Bu making things like a staff float? Child's play to Redren. He couldn't kill her with a rock, anything big enough to actually kill her with a hit would be WAY to hard to get out of the ground, he did have to move the rock through the earth after all and it required a great deal of focus. In a real fight, he might have attempted it.

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Lucius noticed slight movement from the corner of his eye and noticed the young man looking in his direction. "I've been spotted" he thought to himself. Lucius jumped down from the branch and began to make his way toward the boy ignoring the battle happening to his right. As he approached he noticed the size of the canine and readied himself in case of an attack. As Lucius made his way to the boy be called out "make sure your dog stands down." From this distance Lucius could see the boy more clear and noticed he was older than he thought but nothing above 22 years. He was writing something in a journal but wasn't interested enough to care. "What's your name?" Lucius said as he approached closer to the young man.


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