Ybel swung at Ivy, splashes of the strange liquid sliding around on the metallic surface of his weapon. He forced little weight on the swing, but still put some pressure on it. He flicked his wrist a bit to make it curve slightly inward towards Ivy. Ybel kept his face stoic as he fought with Ivy, although a twinge of emotion could be seen in his lavender eyes.
"Oh, Sirri," Blaise sighed. "Will you ever accept this way of life?" He mused and continued to run his hand over the Mark of Repression on his back. His soft brown hair swung in the light breeze and his green eyes flickered. "It's how I was raised. It's how Ybel was raised as well. The path to sanctuary is not always peaceful, and you'll find that people like me are willing to make that sacrifice." Blaise said and turned to Sirri, using his free hand to gesture to his many scars.
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