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[senpai.]

geralt of rivia | the witcher | location - training grounds | tagged - Risyn

Magic...she had magic. Why hadn't he expected that? Tsk'ing underneath his breath, Geralt's sharp gaze narrowed even further as he watched the blade approach him from the side. Right before it could embed itself into his shoulder, the Witcher swiftly ducked downwards, lowering himself into a crouch and immediately straightening up as soon as the blade passed overhead. A couple of strands of pale white hair flew through the air, sliced off from the close shave, but Geralt paid them no mind as he darted forward in the wake of the wide swing. Aerondight glinted in the sunlight as the Witcher reoriented the blade mid-lunge, bringing it backwards, before piercing the blade forward like that of a rapier, right towards the center of her armored chest. He wasn't aware of how strong the armor itself was, but just in case, he didn't put all of his considerable strength into the blow.

Don't wanna kill your comrades, after all.

[InfectedHau]

Risyn||35||Worsen||Death Knight||Tagged: Geralt

Risyn let out an involuntary hiss and took a small hop backwards as the sword hit her armor, sparks flying from the saronite plating. It hadn't gone through, and she'd been lucky it hadn't. She wasn't sure what the blade was, but it had an aura that chilled her to the core. Which was quite a feat, considering how cold she usually was. That was a sword designed to slay monsters. Creatures like the Forsaken, and especially like her. It wasn't his fault, he couldn't have known what she was, but she still couldn't let that sword so much as scratch her. Time to play a bit more serious. An Icy vortex formed at Risyn's feet, frost swirling around her in shimmering streams. She cleaved upwards at the Witcher, throwing up a spray of stones as Icefel's saronite blade dragged through the gravel.

[Wormgod]

Ashirah

Training grounds
Tagged:Robin, others

Ashirah grinned as Robin agreed to spar. Already she could see others sparring on the training ground, and she took Trueflame out of its scabbard in anticipation. The flames burst around the blade now that they were freed, but she ran a hand down its length and soothed them again. The flames dimmed, then seemed to meld into the metal itself, an orange-white shimmer that rippled from within. Trueflame was still hot to the touch, but with the flames trapped inside the metal, the likelihood of setting their dear human leader on fire was reduced. It would now be just as hard to set Robin aflame as it is to burn a Dunmer like Ashirah, "I can't say I am not disappointed, but I understand. I, too, will have to hold back. After all, I don't want to burn you."

The Judge

City park
Tagged:White

The Judge sat up and gave a quick lick to his paw to fix some unruly hair, "Ah, but what use is an army with no enemy to engage in violent confrontation? Our sovereignty might as well be in peacetime with this forcefield." He glanced up at the human again, his grin an unwavering fixation on his face. He had spoken with an uncaring air, but this was a serious issue for him for quite some time. He felt useless ever since the forcefield went up. All he could offer were his skills in battle, but the beasts were no threat, and life barely went on. They were safe, but they might as well be trapped in a prison of their own making.

[Ploegy]

♦ Robin ♦ The Tactician ♦
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♦ 22 ♦ Male ♦ FE: 13 ♦ Leader ♦ Tagged: Ashirah ♦

"Fair enough," he responded. Even if she did use her full strength the burns wouldn't be something new to him though he flames might be different than those he dealt with in the past. He had been caught in other mage's flames plenty of times. Maybe he had higher tolerance to such given the fact that he was supposed to be the one to inherit Grima's power and become a god. Such a power would have been useful now though losing himself completely to Grima's will wouldn't have them in a good place. If only such power could have been controlled and used for their benefit. He hadn't told anyone that he had been looking into trying to get his brand to reappear to possibly use such a power if the situation became dire enough. If it did ever come to that they'd have to kill him as soon as their mission was finished to assure that he didn't kill them all in the process.

Finding himself drifting too far into his thoughts again, the tactician snapped from his brief daze and quickly shrugged his cloak off. As often as he wore it in battle, he saw no reason to wear it now. He didn't even bother to grab the tomes from its pockets either. During his time in this place he had managed to learn his magic without his tomes being directly in hand. As long as they were close enough, he'd be able to use the magic. Besides, he had spent years memorizing the spells within their pages and quickly uttering them had become natural to him.

Allowing his eyes to look back toward the woman before him, he briefly studied her weapon noting that he had to avoid getting hit by it at all costs. Easier said then done. Lifting a hand, Robin readied himself. Without either of his swords this would certainly prove to be an interesting fight. "I am ready whenever.

♦ White ♦ The Dreamer ♦
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♦ 16 ♦ Female ♦ Pokespe ♦ Citizen ♦ Tagged: The Judge ♦

"But are we really safe when those things are basically sitting on our doorstep? I know I'm not doing anything to fight back against them, but I have my own reason...." she trailed off as her gaze dropped to her lap. What if she was able to awaken the light stone? Would Black even be freed or would Reshiram be the only thing that was? The legendary certainly would prove to be a useful ally and maybe then she would join the army with its help. The creature would at least be able to stand up to the size of the beasts and that was something she knew would be beneficial. But would it even listen to her commands? Its rightful trainer was Black and if he was lost for good then could she actually control it? Then again if she could awaken the legendary then she was already deemed worthy of being its trainer much like Black had. "Anyways, I thought the army goes out past the forcefield and tries to fight those things. Is that not true?" She had heard of such happening which was why she had kept her distance from it all. Maybe she had been wrong about it all but if they didn't try to fight back against them then what were they doing? There were plenty of questions she had though she bit her tongue.

[senpai.]

geralt of rivia | the witcher | location - training grounds | tagged - Risyn

Geralt's astute observatory skills easily caught the low hiss of agitation, and his gaze sharpened as he carefully took stock of his sparring opponent. Her reaction to the silver touch of Aerondight was extremely telling - she had to be accursed, or a monster in some way...or maybe she was simply afraid of being scratched? Still, he'd seen many outrageous things during his time in this world, and she wouldn't be the only humanoid monster he saw. Times were changing, and there were other creatures he had to hunt. Didn't hurt that she was good company.

Still, though...his hackles were raised, and he slowly rose his sword into a loose, guarded stance - blade pointed forward, and legs lightly bent, ready to dodge or lunge. He warily observed the ice-like magic forming around her body. He quirked a bemused eyebrow, the fingers of his left hand twitching in preparation. "Well...things seem to be heating-"

The Witcher abruptly cut himself off as Risyn made her move. His left hand flashed forward, fingers connected in a complex sign as the Death Knight's massive blade cut through the ground, towards his body. Just in time, a golden-bronze flash of light exploded from Geralt's body, a large, transparent orb of magic forming around his form. A scant second later, Risyn's sword slammed into the orb, causing it to explode in a forceful shower of golden shards, a shockwave emitting from its destruction.

As the shield exploded, Geralt simply stayed still, Aerondight held lightly in its guarded position.

"-Up." He finished his previous sentence, slowly lowering his glowing left hand. "You're good, Risyn...but unless you're hiding some scary Eldritch powers in your body somewhere, I don't think you can beat me." And she was good. If he was someone else, then he probably would've been screwed already, no doubt about that. Still, with whatever 'limits' she was putting on herself, Geralt was pretty sure that the matchup was leaning in his favor by quite a bit. His signs were fast, and didn't use any energy - just his own willpower...which he had a lot of. He hadn't showcased yet just how adept he was with 'em.

"Feel free to go wild. I want a real challenge." Geralt readied himself, crouching a bit lower as he readied his body to leap. "I promise I don't die easily - it's part of my job description. Can't promise the same for you, though."

[InfectedHau]

Risyn||35||Worsen||Death Knight||Tagged: Geralt

It had been a long time since Risyn had fought someone this good. Geralt's skill rivaled that of Lord Morgaine's, and he had the magic to match. The impact of his shield breaking had been enough to push her back a bit, something that hadn't happened in a while. Maybe she could fight just a little harder. After all, he seemed plenty resilient. And if he did die, she could always raise him again. "I wouldn't call 'em Eldritch," she said, cracking her neck, "but if it's power you want..." The runes along Icefel's tang blazed to life, icy blue and sickly green dancing up and down the blade. "I've got plenty 'o that." The Death Knight thrust her sword into the air, bolts of black energy crackling from its tip into the ground. Where they struck, the gravel began to shake and shift, decaying, dessicated hands clawing their way to the surface. A group of ghouls emerged around Risyn, rotting flesh hanging from their blackened, diseased bones. She leveled her sword at the Witcher, her army of the dead surging forwards as a pulse of frost blossomed from Icefel's tip. This was no ordinary ice, however. This particular blast was one of the signature Death Knight magics, a slow, creeping cold that sunk deep into its victim's body.

[icxacruz]

edward elric|14|fma|male

edward nodded in understandment. he noticed holly looking at his automail arm. he usually didn't like to talk about it, most people would stare at him like he was insane and be thinking, "a small boy like you, did the taboo?" edward avoided talking about that part of his life. "my arm," he began, "i lost it in an…accident" he decided on. he came from a world of alchemy, he doubted holly knew what a state alchemist even was. he was grateful for that too, her being from a different world. that way, she probably wouldn't think too poorly of edward and think that he was a tiny wimp who could transmute a living person. "i lost my leg too." edward said also, lifting up his leg. it creaked and he swung it back down.

[Organ]

Lynx • Male • Skyrim • open• Slayer

Lynx walked around watching and listening for beasts. He took out his weapon and decided to use a iron ingot from his bag to sharpen the weapon. Scraping the sword on the ingot felt weird but it got the job done... a lot slower. He tossed the ingot away and continued to walk around listening for any other slayer or beast. He wasn't used to this new place but he figured he had been put here for a reason. "Skyrim was a lot easier to move around in" he whispered to himself after relieving a short sigh. He decided to practice his shouts on some targets.

[AcetheKidd]

Chopper||Male||17||Healer||From;Normal||Tags; Open

He had no idea what going on, and it was really bothering him. One minute he was with his crew, the next he was with some random people. Soon enough, the young doctor was serving as these people's doctor. It wasn't like he mind, helping people was his job..however, he wanted to be with his friends. Maybe..just Maybe they where here somewhere." I really hope this will be enough medicine on my part..i can always make more..but my supplies are running short." Chopper poured the medcine he made in a large jar and labbled what it was before placing it on shelf above him. Afterwards, He grabbed a notebook and started to write in it."Ok, medcine for cleaning wounds is finished. What else needs to be done..medicine for illness,antidote, pain relief"

Chopper sighed, grabbing his notebook and jumped down from the chair he was sitting in. He needed some air, so he decided to go outside to the training grounds, sitting on the sidelines. Once again, he opened the notebook and started to check the supply list. Hopefully they had enough at least.

[Ploegy]

♦ Zelda ♦ The Intelligent ♦
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♦ 117 ♦ Female ♦ LoZ: BoTW ♦ Healer ♦ Tagged: Chopper ♦

Deciding to leave the garden, the princess tucked the flowers she had gather into her pouch before turning on her heals and making her way toward the exit. She might as well return to the labs where all the healers worked on creating potions and other healing remedies. It was something she was still trying to get a grasp on, but she was doing her best and she was learning quite a bit from the others. It wasn't enough to find a cure for Link though. For now he would have to stay in his slumber slowly healing along with some of the others that people had managed to rescue. Shaking the thought out of her mind, Zelda took a deep breath and walked along with her eyes glued to the stone pathway. Many questions raced through her mind. All unanswered. It was a troubling habit that had come about ever since her arrival and even back home when Calamity Ganon had first appeared.

Becoming lost in her thoughts she lost track of where she was going until the sounds of others sparring caught her attention. Perking up, her eyes instantly moved to the ones on the training grounds. Even with the time she had spent here thus far she didn't know most of them by name though she remembered seeing them a few times before. Their leader was an easy one to pick out though and it was a surprise that he looked to be preparing to spar with one of the others. She knew he was a talented tactician and heard rumors that he was also an extremely skilled mage yet she had only seen him fight with some oddly shaped sword on most their outings. Not that it mattered. He always seemed to minimize their losses and that was what mattered.

Allowing her eyes to move from the sparring, she spotted Chopper sitting on the side. She recognized him from being around the labs and such. He was another healer and certainly more skilled than herself. Making her way toward him, she allowed a soft smile to cross her lips. "Good morning," she greeted him. It was at that moment that she realized that even though she had seen him around she had no idea what his name actually was. She would make sure she knew it before she left him.