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age | 24 years |mood | neutral | crush | maybe
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This 'Silvermoon' certainly seemed far more a cheerful and friendly type than whatever Alphaess seemed to be. Flick's eyes darted over briefly to the male hero and gave the slightest starts of a huff, turning around fully so that he was facing this man. The man did not seem all that drawn despite it actually being late at night...Flick himself was starting to feel the restraints of a body that hadn't had the best sleep in the past few days (an inn where bugs would crawl up his back...the camp in Darkwood...) and was trying his best not to look too tired. Flick straightened his back slightly as he'd had a slightly 'hunched over' posture upon Silvermoon's arrival. Alphaess was not paying either of them much attention for her focus was moreso on her food but, for now, Flick did not mind. This Hero seemed alright by his standards, and at least he wasn't trying to be overly intimidating to Flick...he generally seemed friendly.

As Silvermoon went on, he received a quick glare from where Alphaess was sitting. For Silvermoon's next words he had whispered them and leaned slightly closer to Flick. Usually, Flick would've flinched away, but he refrained from doing so this time and merely gave the slightest twitch of his lip in a vain attempt for a smile. "Huh." Was what he said, though grinned a little bit at Alphaess's comment. Anyone who could tease Alphaess and not get their head chopped off was certainly someone of talent...and by talent, this more or less meant the act of being able to be sarcastic and teasing without being reprimanded too badly. Flick turned a little more so he was facing Silvermoon with one arm braced upon the wooden table and the other down by his side, though his one leg was still drawn up on his chair to block off the majority of his torso.

'These were the words of love I expected from you. Still haven't spoken about your adventures, my dear Alphaess. This was done in a rather flirtatious manner, but quickly pushed down by Alphaess's next words. Promptly afterwards, Alphaess had shoved her empty plate away from her and stood up, going back to the bartender. She was most likely getting more food which, now, left Flick alone with the male hero, Silvermoon. Flick felt a slight jump in his chest, but he knew he couldn't follow Alphaess around like a shy puppy dog forever. If he survived Alphaess's Balverine, Flick could survive talking with the same gender.

Silvermoon's next words caught Flick's attention, and he glanced back at the Hero. He obviously had taken into account his partial-exposure, so Flick felt slightly humiliated at that. He gave a quaint nod: "Uh. Yeah. What gave it away...?" A slight smile at this, but he listened to Silvermoon's following comment. Check his back? Well, considering Alphaess had already accidentally cut him before...but of course, that had been an accident. "Oh...? Knothole Glade." Flick repeated, with an odd expression. "I don't think I've ever been there. Or, if I have, I didn't hang around long." He paused for a moment with a quick look in Alphaess's direction, then reverted his attention back. "Is that where she got her p--friend?" Damn, it was becoming a habit to say 'pet' now whenever Flick referred to the Balverine.

[alphanea]

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Balverine hunter - Twenty-four years - the Guild

❧ Silvermoon was still remaining his smile as he have heard Flick's replies. It was rather amusing to see a new comer around. As a hero of the night (it wasn't a real class, though Alphaess often liked to call herself and other heroes that were more 'active' at night that), he did not come across too many of them. "Haven't she actually told you her story? How rude she was..." Though the last words were said in a rather jokingly-playful manner, still his thought about Alphaess were actually true.

❧ Silvermoon took a look around for a few seconds, than returned his oddly-coloured eyes back on Flick. "Haven't you heard that Knothole Glade is the only place that the White Balverine's exist?" He questioned, but without waiting for an answer, he continued: "Alphaess is from there, actually to be more clear, she is actually from Wichwood as I know..." These misty woods that surrounded the small village of Knothole Glade, the perfect place for twelve year old Alphaess to live, wasn't it. "She does not really speak a lot about of her past... But I've heard she have slain her first Balverine at the age of ten. Maybe twelve. And she has been hunting Balverines since that hunt that..." The story went on for a few minutes, but had to be cut off as Silvermoon saw Alphaess walking at their direction, holding something in her hand.

❧ Suspecting something about Silvermoon seize talking when she arrived, Alphaess narrowed her eyes and gave a suspicious look down at Silvermoon. "What were you telling him?" Silvermoon quickly raised his hands up in a non threatening way. "Nothing." He said flatly. Alphaess growled slightly like a wolf, still having her eyes on him. She gave a glance to Flick too, but it did not lasted long. Silvermoon than stood up, not quite interested in getting Alphaess angry... any further. "Think I'll see you around later, Alphaess..." Than his gaze went down on Flick before he continued after a short pause. "...And Flick. I wish you good luck with your 'test' also. May Avo be guide you through it." He said and disappeared in the corridor he have came from.

❧ Alphaess gave a silent sigh. "Silvermoon... When are you gonna grow?" She murmured to herself, keeping her voice low enough to ensure Flick cannot hear. Than, she glared down at him, rather angered about this all chatting with Silvermoon. He always ended up telling stuff he wasn't supposed to. He was just so annoying at times... But overall, he was a nice hero. Maybe a little too naive and childish, but he was a good man. "Aren't you plaining to sleep before your test tomorrow?" She spat in a scolding way, narrowing her eyes as she spoke. And before letting any time for him to reply she continued, holding the not-so-small bag of 'snacks' tightly in her hand; "Get up now, the Guildmaster wants me to keep you in check" Alphaess did not felt the slightest bit of aggression, despite the fact that Silvermoon might have actually made her look pretty silly now. She was acting authoritative now, because of the slight 'embarrassment' she felt. It was he way of handling these things; ordering and dominating people. Typical Alpha behavior, when she felt 'threatened'.

❧ Alphaess quickly started walking back into the maze-like corridors with a faster pace now. Soon enough, Alphaess have guided Flick back to the sleeping quarters and to his room. Good thing she was actually aware of the location of the room herself, otherwise it would be a pretty hard situation to get out of (As she was sure Flick could not even make his way out of the corridor if she wasn't there) Alphaess stood in front of his door now, waiting for him to get inside, in case of him wandering off once again, before leaving to return back to her room.

[fletch]

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age | 24 years |mood | tired | crush | maybe
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Flick listened rather attentively as Silvermoon went on to speak about Alphaess...this Hero certainly seemed to like to talk. Flick vaguely wondered if he always came off this...well, not annoying. More like...much? After years of this 'over-friendliness' no wonder Alphaess might be a little grouchy with seeing him around. But Flick was rather curious in learning about Alphaess's past and he listened while the Hero spoke, going on to say about how Alphaess had slain her first Balverine when she was ten or twelve...really? Flick couldn't even kill one now. Further than that, Flick couldn't even run away from one now. Considering the immense strength of the White Balverine when it had picked Flick up earlier in Darkwood he could only imagine that the creatures were massively strong and a single bite could end someone's life. Flick did not want to mess with that type of thing...but he was still surprised that Alphaess could be able to do what she had done at such a young age. He was about to question something when Alphaess had approached and, at once, Flick shut his mouth. He had the good sense, at least, not to ask anything about it now.

Flick fell silent when Alphaess turned on Silvermoon but, promptly after, Silvermoon made his exit. Flick didn't say any words as Silvermoon turned his words to Flick, but merely gave the slightest nod of his head and a quaint wave with his hand at the kind words. Needless to say, the fact that someone needed to 'wish him luck' meant that there was a change of failure, and that made Flick a little anxious...but he'd been like this all night, so it wasn't anything to be concerned about. Flick straightened his back once Silvermoon had disappeared and looked to Alphaess upon Silvermoon's disappearance. At her words, Flick offered the slightest bit of a smile: "You don't want me hanging around a little longer?" But it was short-lived because, truthfully, Flick was tired. He didn't argue to her offer (more like a command) he got up and promptly prepared to follow her back through the halls.

Upon them walking through the halls, Flick noticed Alphaess's change in pace but didn't question it. She had guided him back towards the sleeping quarters and his specific room, standing right at the front of his door. Flick frowned, a little miffed due to the fact that Alphaess seemed to think he couldn't find his way from here. He waved her off with a slight snort: "I think I can find my way from here, Red. But, uh, thanks. Again." And then a little more quietly: "Night." And with that, Flick opened the door and re-entered the room once again. Flick closed it after himself (just out of the slight fear that there was a White Balverine wandering the halls...) and gave a sigh to himself. Wandering the halls at night had not been the best idea...now he was exhausted. He hoped this wouldn't last, though. If he was planning to succeed tomorrow, he'd need all the strength he had (which probably wasn't too much).

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Thwip. To Flick's right, another arrow wedged itself directly in the wood of the tree he had briefly taken cover behind. The con-man stiffened, his back straightening as he tried to make himself as impossible to shoot as he could behind the tree. Getting shot at with arrow after arrow was not the way he'd imagined this test going...and, for defense, all Flick got was one shortsword! Deflecting arrows off a single blade was not as easy as it had looked when Quiver (yes, a Hero had a name after an arrow sheathe. It seemed odd, but it was better than being called something stupid like...Fletch. Ha, who would be named after the feathery tip of an arrow?) had demonstrated it to Flick. Only briefly, of course, then the pair had set into the woods for Quiver to assess Flick on his 'block, reflex and counter skills'. Flick had none of the above. In fact, the poor guy was just trying not to get shot in the face at this point and was merely holding the shortsword tight to his chest while Quiver fired the arrows in the ground at his feet, attempting to coax Flick out of hiding. Thwip! Another arrow was planted in the ground, but this one was a little too close to Flick's toe for comfort. He'd need to come out eventually...

Flick summoned up the scrap of courage he might have, tightened his grip on the sword, and made a bee-line for the next tree over. Just in time, he lifted the sword (maybe out of luck) and an arrow had narrowly glanced off the tip of the blade. Rather stunned, Flick halted where he'd been and looked back in shock in Quiver's direction. The man was actually a little shorter than Flick was, but 'mean and lean'. As a 'Skill' based Hero he was one of the slighter fellows, but still very muscular. He had wind-blown salt and pepper hair (he couldn't have been older than thirty) and grayish blue eyes, as well as a faint stubble. He wore the usual Archer's clothing, but with metal shoulder pads and the symbol of an arrow on the tops. He was wielding an oaken long bow, which he'd pulled the string back with an arrow nocked in Flick's direction...oh crap. Flick dove to the right just as the arrow skimmed past his foot, and he almost got a mouthful of dirt with that one. Flick spat out a scrap of grass and stumbled up to his feet, bracing his back against the tree...but when he did, he came eye to eye with Quiver. Damn, that Hero was fast! Quiver lazily freed an arrow from his arrow sheathe and used the pointy tip to tap Flick on the nose with a pleasant: "Boop. You're dead."

Flick winced slightly and, with a resounding puff of a sigh, he slid back against the tree and landed promptly on his butt with his legs out before him. The session couldn't have gone on for more than an hour, but it had consisted of running, hiding, and occasionally almost getting shot in the face. Yet, this was only one of the many parts of the test...there was still archery, then melee, then will. Will? Flick had no clue about that. He knew that Will transferred back to a certain legend of old and only those with his blood possessed it...yet, Flick's father was a Hero so, in truth, Flick most likely had the same ability. It just took the right training to figure it out...which Flick didn't possess. Oh, crap. He was screwed. He had no idea who he was facing with Melee, but that was a no go. Flick relied on room to run away...then archery. Flick couldn't shoot the side of a barn door. Things were not looking too well for Flick, but Quiver didn't seemed fazed. He even reached down to offer Flick a hand up, which Flick accepted gratefully. The man was fairly serious though, but in a kind manner...Quiver offered a nod to Flick and a: "Melee is next. I'll take you down to the ring, c'mon." And he gestured for Flick to follow as he began to walk down the path of the woods towards the Guild again. Flick gave himself a shake to clear his head and, lowering the sword to his side, he followed after.

[alphanea]

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Balverine hunter - Twenty-four years - the Guild

❧ Most of the heroes here, around the Guild (especially the ones that helped with the training of inexperienced ones) were kind people; unlike Alphaess. The ones like her often liked wandering away from the Guild, rarely coming by to get missions or equipments alike. Though, rarely, these heroes too visited the Guild, like the huntress heroine.

❧ There she was, leaning to a large tree in the training areas, holding the bag of snacks in one hand while the other was busy carrying the food into her mouth lazily. Alphaess have woken quite late today (an hour after sun rise. She often woke up an hour before the sun, while there was no light yet) She haven't seen the recruit she have brought; Flick. But she did knew he had already started training with Quiver, the archer hero, as his name suggests. Being a 'balanced' hero, with slightly having less strength than most but acceptable in overall, Alphaess wasn't the first choice of the Guildmaster to teach. It was his loss; she had good stealth skills, her high accuracy and being one of the fastest in her class. Along with these 'Skill' abilities, she had her Will powers. She was not as good as any Will based heroes, but still her abilities were also impressive. Using all three types of spells, Alphaess used these abilities to aid her during her 'hunts'. Either an animal, beast or a human, she had one main goal; confuse and strike.

❧ The red, scruffy hair of hers was looking a little bit less dirty and... scruffy. And the longer hair she had on the back of her head was braided neat and tightly with a small black string preventing it from dissolving. Her usual attire was on; her plate and leather armor and the black shawl covering her right arm along with her leather boots and gloves with claw-like tips. The Balverine symbol on the center of her armor was shining slightly under the sun. Alphaess herself was a little thoughtful today, mostly about the fact that she was still stuck here, in the Guild. The Guildmaster have forbid her to leave until her little 'assignment' with Flick was done. Talking about Flick, she wondered how his test was going. Probably not so well... The Guild woods was a perfect place to practice Skill abilities, if he actually had them. Alphaess have seen some talent in him, but it was not really... tapped. He probably needed some proper training beforehand.

❧ Alphaess have been watching the ring for some time. There were two apprentices, practicing melee skills. One, the female one, had an axe, while the other male used a katana against her. Around the ring were a few other apprentices, watching the fight and observing their techniques. From what Alphaess could see, the female was a one that had strength, a possible Strength class hero in the future. The male was a quick one, a Skill based one as Alphaess have guessed. Though the male was good with timing his blocks and dodges, the female seem to be winning.

❧ After a while, Silvermoon have entered her sight, walking up to her. Upon seeing him, Alphaess straightened her back while still leaning to the tree and turned her gaze on him from the ring. "I wouldn't expect you to be up this late." The heroine said lazily, giving a pause to eating her breakfast. Silvermoon replied with his kind way of speech; "Yes, yes, normally I wouldn't be out in the sun, but I felt like checking this little test for the man you brought. You don't see someone try out to join the Guild." Silvermoon stood in the shade of the tree. He was actually trying to avoid getting into direct sunlight. His white skin was giving that he almost never saw any sunlight for some particular reason. "So, have you seen him already?" he asked nicely, but a little tired way.

❧ "He's out in the woods with Quiver, the whole defense part." Alphaess replied with a voice she tried to look uninterested about the subject and a short gesture with her hand. Alphaess did many gestures while speaking, it have became more like a habit to her. The Balverine mostly understood the gestures, also did the other animals... Than Alphaess took another snack out of the bag, which had only a handful left inside. While she continued to eat Silvermoon broke the silence; "Looks like it's over already." There was Quiver, walking straight on the path that lead into the training areas and fallowed by Flick.

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The Guild woods were rather an unsettling place, but not as much so as Darkwood. It was in a different manner that they were a little strange to be in. There were no frightening beasts (aside from the occasional super-sized beetle) but there were Heroes that would occasionally go there to train. Flick vaguely wondered if there had ever been an accidental shooting there...the woods were quite thick there, so it did not seem impossible. The woods had been empty upon Flick and Quiver entering them, and the only sound was the pleasant crunch of dead leaf underfoot as they trudged their way through and slowly made their way back towards the Guild. Upon finally emerging out from the woods, Quiver led Flick down the path and into the main outside area of the Guild. Here, the grass was a pleasant green with the sun humming overhead...a perfect day to have his butt kicked. Flick's hands still hurt from having gripped the shortsword so tightly during the brief session with Quiver. The arrow having been knocked off of it had sent an odd and tingly sensation down to his fingertips, almost like it would if someone had hit a ball off of a stick, or any of the sorts of games people would play as kids with balls and sticks. But of course...a stick was not a sword, and an arrow was not a ball. This wasn't a game.

The Hero, Quiver, led Flick down to the ring without a word where two people already seemed to be sparring. Quiver watched them for a brief moment, and then turned his crisp blue gaze on Flick with a: "You're lucky. You can have a breather for a bit while these two finish up." And he gestured to the grass. "Sit anywhere you like." And, immediately taking to the advice, Flick gave a slight nod and plunked down where he was so that he was sitting, but with his knees drawn up and the short-sword lain at his side. The short-sword, of course, having been borrowed. It hadn't been one of Quiver's, but one taken from the Guild supply. Apparently Quiver had needed to wash some blood off of it beforehand...which was probably something that should've made Flick uncomfortable. But by this point, Flick had heard so many of those things he hadn't even batted an eye at it. During the morning he'd heard several apprentices speaking something about 'blooded Balverines' which were similar to normal Balverines but made distinct by the reddish fur they had. They were a little more powerful than the standard and often assumed leadership when the White Balverine wasn't present. Thankfully, they weren't as strong. But a Balverine was a Balverine, of course...

Regardless of the current thoughts, Flick was glad to have a brief breather. He had been watching the pair of apprentices practicing their melee against one another (a female and a male) and, gathered around, several more apprentices. Flick was pretty certain that he'd be pitched against Quiver (which would probably be less embarrassing than a younger apprentice) but the way that these apprentices were going at it made him a little edgy. He couldn't manage that. These people were no bandits and, therefore, not as easy to fool with a simple 'grab' and 'accidentally-have-their-partner-gut-them' type thing.

Yet, as the pair seemed to be finishing up, Flick had noticed that there wasn't just apprentices in the clearing, but two Heroes a little ways away...Oddly enough, he recognized them: Silvermoon and Alphaess. Oh...great. So maybe he'd have his butt kicked and there would be people watching. It was rather strange seeing Silvermoon in the light, as the man actually seemed a lot paler than Flick had expected. Of course, Flick was not exactly the best person to become 'tan' either, but Silvermoon was oddly pale. This probably had something to do with him having shown up in the dining hall past midnight last night...and the name. The names of all these Heroes definitely seemed to have something to do with their abilities. Alphaess, with her Balverine...Silvermoon, the 'nocturnal' type Hero, and Quiver with his archery ability. Flick turned his attention back to the apprentices afterwards, seeing as they'd almost finished up. Great. Now he was about to be humiliated publicly.

[alphanea]

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Balverine hunter - Twenty-four years - the Guild

❧ With Alphaess shoving the remaining bits of food she had in her small bag, Quiver and Flick had entered the clearing where the ring was located. Seeing the two apprentices were still battling each other, Quiver have suggested Flick to sit down and wait. Alphaess turned her gaze to Silvermoon for a brief second. Silvermoon actually appeared to be tired, as the sun was already shining, it was way past his 'bedtime'. He white-skinned hero was barely able to keep himself awake actually, so Alphaess didn't bothered to waste her breath with him.

❧ After a second, when Flick noticed them, Alphaess grinned slightly, in a intimidating way to say; "can't wait to see your butt kicked there". If it wasn't a perfect time to tease someone, and as Silvermoon was half-asleep, the winner was Flick. Silvermoon didn't seem very eager to exit the shade the large tree was providing, so it was only Alphaess that started walking to where Flick was sitting, right after stuffing the empty bag to his palms. Silvermoon was rather surprised and opened his mouth to say something -probably some sort of complaint- but the heroine have left already.

❧ "What a fine day to watch some, real fight, isn't it?" Alphaess spoke up as she stood nearby Flick with her golden gaze down on the man, with a slightly visible grin. Some normal person would just say hello or good morning, but when it came to Alphaess, a greeting was more of a teasing or insult, and sometimes a just a plain rude comment. Her right hand was free on her side, while the other one was resting on the sheath of her weapon.

❧ "Well, did my escort mission had much fun at his first trip to the Guild woods? Or would you prefer Darkwood?" Alphaess continued on, taking her eyes off Flick for a second to look around. She felt curious about who was going to be the one to give his next lesson. Maybe, Guildmaster would have some mercy on him and send some his sized hero to the ring. A heroine perhaps. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to get beaten by a heroine in a strength test.

❧ At the same time, the fight had ended; with a surprise winner. The quick male apprentice have managed to tackle his opponent and his blade pointed down to his opponent's throat. But, a moment after, with a smile, he offered the female apprentice a hand to get up as he sheathed his weapon back. The female gladly accepted it without any signs of anger or any other negative thoughts. It was just training. No need to be mad over something like that, right? Soon enough, the two apprentices have joined the others outside of the ring. The ring was now free for the second stage of Flick's test.

❧ Alphaess shot a look back to Silvermoon, who was rather shyly (he sure wasn't used to be out at this time of the day) leaning to the large tree and watching the two from a distance. Than returned her gaze back on Flick. "You better try not to get any serious injury there. Which is pretty likely..." Alphaess murmured with a bored tune, crossing her arms and looking away to the ring. And yet, this was good luck in Alphaess's dictionary.

[fletch]

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Alphaess had approached Flick. A pang of embarrassment struck Flick flat in the chest at her words, and he merely huffed and turned away. In any other situation he would've shot back with a witty remark but, at this point, Flick had to avert his attention anyway. He was still a little sweaty from the prior session in the woods and his chest kinda hurt from diving in the dirt. Or maybe that was just because of how fast his heart was beating. Flick was unsure, but it had to be one of the two. Yet at Alphaess's next comment, Flick scowled: "Oh, Darkwood by a long shot. You know how I feel about Balverines." His voice was thoroughly sarcastic, of course. Yet by this time, the fight had ended and the ring soon cleared out...meaning that it was Flick's turn. Well, he wasn't one to be nervous about performing but this was more of a 'physical' performance, if having your butt kicked could be called a performance.

After Alphaess spoke Quiver, who had been watching the fight in a disinterested manner, now turned to Flick with a gesture of his hand to get up. Without much else to do, Flick obliged and got slowly to his feet with the shortsword in his right hand and the tip pointing down towards the ground at his side. He glanced over to Alphaess, thoroughly humiliated that she was here to watch. In all honesty, Flick shouldn't care about Alphaess seeing his test yet...it bothered him. Why? He had no idea...Flick shouldn't care about anyone seeing him humiliated considering he actually was a person who didn't take things like that too harshly. But it was embarrassing for an odd reason that Flick couldn't quite explain. Ah, but he didn't need to focus on that now.

"Go on ahead," Quiver said, pausing by the fence of the ring and parting the gate. Resisting the urge to shoot a quick look at Alphaess, Flick headed down to the arena and stepped within the dirt ring, cautiously looking over to Quiver who had now just entered as well, closing the gate after him. Quiver reached down and unsheathed his sword which was a bright blue blade, the hilt laced with black leather. There was the inscriptions of vines atop the blue metal and it was surprisingly long, but thin. Flick did not quite know the name of a blade like that, but it was far longer than his shortsword at any rate...Quiver started to speak as he almost lazily rolled the blade about and took it in his left hand. Huh. A lefty. "The melee test will be a little different considering your age. Usually we'd have apprentices fight each other but there's no one quite your age or...experience level here. So, I'll be your opponent. There will be no aiming for any extremities, no exiting the ring before the fight is up and certainly no use of will. But of course, those shouldn't be an issue for you."

Flick, unfortunately, had blanked out for a good amount of that. He lifted the shortsword as Quiver stepped into the center of the ring and started to say: "Wait, I'm fighting you? How am I supposed to--" But he was interrupted by the slightest glint in the opposing Hero's blue eyes and, before Flick knew it, Quiver had lurched forward. The Hero was incredibly fast, but Flick knew immediately he had toned it down as to not decapitate Flick on the first blow. But the glint in his eye had been enough of a warning and, with a yelp, Flick slid to the right to avoid being skewered. It worked, thankfully, but the blade skimmed past Flick's white shirt and scraped across the fabric. Damn...that had been his only shirt that wasn't ripped to shreds. Just as he did so, Quiver followed by attempting for a downwards chop, one similar to the attack Sabre had attempted on Alphaess back at the bandit camp. Flick's shoulders hunched in the urge to flinch but, just in time (and maybe out of instinct) he hoisted the blade up and it made a satisfying clash as it struck Quiver's. But Quiver held it there, forcing Flick to take a few steps back while he forceably pushed the weaker man back, then down. Flick couldn't hold him back; the man was far too strong. He'd actually managed to push Flick down to his knees at this point and was bearing down on him with a menacing strength. Flick had no idea what to do at this point and he was in serious danger of being pushed onto his back, so he did the first thing that came to mind.

Flick slid his sword to the right so that it was pulled out of their lock and, before Quiver could strike him, Flick made a move to roll to the right. It could've been a pretty good move if Flick hadn't been too slow on getting to his feet and, promptly, there was a foot to his back which knocked Flick almost face-first into the dirt again. Just as Flick was spitting out dirt he came to the vague realization that, in the roll, he'd...dropped his sword. Flick whirled back onto his back but, in that moment, there was the point of two swords facing Flick...crap. Quiver stared down at him, slight disappointment in his gaze. The Hero set his jaw: "Get up. Take your sword. We're trying again."

[alphanea]

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Balverine hunter - Twenty-four years - the Guild

❧ The irritating grin of Alphaess has remained on her face, while getting slightly wider as Flick made his was into the ring. When Flick took his place, Alphaess have also took fer place beside the fence that separated the ring. Leaning to the low fence slightly. It was a good feeling that Flick was too occupied to return her comments. Her hand was kept over the hilt of her swords, moving them slightly in a circular movement in boredom while her eyes went on to Quiver.

❧ It wasn't a fair match actually, even though Quiver was short, he was one hell strong man. If he wanted, he could crush Flick into two easily, couldn't he? An apprentice could do a better opponent. Getting her gaze off the ring for a second, she came in eye to eye with Silvermoon, who was now standing a few feet away from her, whom have covered his face with his hood. Silvermoon could give someone the creeps with this fast-moving ability. But, of course, not Alphaess who seem to already know he was there. With a short not surprised look at him, Alphaess returned her eyes on Flick.

❧ "Not going so well, is it?" Silvermoon commented, putting his gloved hands down on the fence and keeping his gaze on the ring as Alphaess did. "What made you think that?" Alphaess replied with a cold blooded way, right after Flick have managed a rather unsuccessful roll. "Probably that..." Silvermoon murmured to himself, keeping further comments to himself.

❧ "Will you wake me up when he's in the Will part?" Alphaess said with a lazy yawn and stretching her arms. Later, she crossed her arms over her chest. Perhaps the next part would be more amusing. One could never know who had the Will ability. But again, he more likely did not had such skill. Only one that possessed that in their blood could use Will powers. The ones that descended from William Black, the first Archon that ever ruled. It would be a pretty rare thing for a mere merchant to have such skills though...

[fletch]

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age | 24 years |mood | sore | crush | maybe
tagged | Alphaess, Silvermoon, Quiver | thoughts | ...

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If getting booted face-first into the dirt wasn't embarrassing enough, Flick had noticed they had an audience...oh, that was just fantastic. Flick gratefully took the sword that was offered to him, hilt first, and got to his feet. Quiver had allowed him to scrape the dirt from himself before re-taking his place once again in the center. The Hero's blue eyes were trained on Flick, and Quiver called out: "This time, you play offensive. We'll see how it changes things around." But it caused Flick to nearly quail at his words. There would be no 'running and hiding' if he was trying to attack Quiver. Flick really didn't see the point of being tried for offensive. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd be put down again...but he wouldn't just give up at this point. Regardless of Flick being a hopeless cause he was most certainly not just going to give up. If there was anything good about his 'skill' it was the fact that Flick was either determined or just really stubborn.

This time, it was Flick who was forced to move forward first. He had no idea what he might do for a starting move, so Flick had to improvise again. He made the move to slash for Quiver's chest but he had misjudged the Hero's speed. Quiver darted to the left and seized Flick's sword-arm, twisting it behind his back. Well, ouch. That hurt, but Flick somehow managed to keep ahold on his shortsword. A flash of heat and pain laced up his wrist as Quiver applied a slow pressure, almost testing Flick to see if he could find a way out. It had only been a second or two into the fight, and Flick had already been put in an armlock of sorts. Well, at this point Flick wasn't sure what to do. Except maybe...

It was a risky move, but Flick brought up his leg and did something like a 'donkey-kick', which was basically kicking backwards without even looking and jabbing Quiver in the gut. The man was powerful but he must've been cutting Flick some slack, because he released Flick's arm and stumbled back. There was really no way the kick could've incapacitated someone Quiver's size but maybe someone lesser. Regardless, Quiver allowed the kick to happen. But he didn't waste a second; Flick stumbled back as Quiver lurched forward again and made a move to attack. Flick scarcely managed to counter this out of sheer luck, but maybe not so for the next few blows. They exchanged several hits, but it mostly consisted of Flick warding off a blow and vaguely attempting to try for his own which was usually blocked off with ease. Thankfully this fight went on longer than the first and almost fifteen minutes had passed. By this time, Flick was panting with aching ribs, bruised arms and a slight cut on his collarbone where Quiver had cut too close...literally. Quiver was unharmed and didn't even seem to be tired...

Flick paused for a moment; just for a brief second. But a moment was all it took for Quiver to slip behind Flick, seize him by grabbing under his arms and holding up the sword to his chin. Flick was either forced to drop his sword or have his arm broken, so he chose the former. The sword clattered to the ground at his side and, promptly, Quiver released Flick, gave him a nudge, and the exhausted merchant collapsed to the ground onto his side with a groan while clutching at his stomach. He really felt like he had just fallen down a rocky cliff or...or some other clever simile. Flick was way too defeated to even try for anything witty. Quiver's sword was lazily rested on Flick's shoulder while the Hero looked up to Alphaess and Silvermoon. "Ah, well that was...interesting. On to the Will, shall we? That is...if you can still walk."

"Ah...sure." Flick mumbled, rolling so that he was on his back with his face turned up. "I think so. It's normal to not be able to feel your toes, right?" Flick frowned and let his head fall back against the ground with another disgruntled mumble. Well...it looked like he was out of it now. If there was only one chance of redemption...will was it. But Flick had no idea how to do that...

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Balverine hunter - Twenty-four years - the Guild

❧ The two heroes were still at the edge of the ring, watching the second attempt for Flick to try the melee test. But again, it wasn't going that good. Silvermoon was holding his hands in an uncomfortable way as the sun was shining on his hood and the rest of the white Will user robe he was wearing. The bright sun light was hurting his eyes slightly but he was resisting the urge to cover his eyes with his hand. He definitely never liked being out in direct sunlight. Not actually direct sunlight, as his robe was covering him completely. Though he was still watching the ring, but did not had much interest left. He was expecting someone that Alphaess bring would actually posses a little challenge to Quiver.

❧ On the other hand, Alphaess was observing Flick's moves carefully. He had no real technique at all, and his blows were out of pure luck. If Alphaess wasn't there, he would surely be resting in a Balverine's stomach, or even better, at the bottom of the muddy pit he had fallen into. How did she even thought he might have talent there? He was a complete failure. Not that she didn't enjoyed watching someone got humiliated in front of her, but she felt wrong. Not because that she was the reason Flick was currently getting beaten and cut by Quiver, no she was okay with it, but for her personal reasons. What would the Guildmaster say for spending his 'precious' time for this man? It was sure that Quiver's report wouldn't be very nice about Flick.

❧ There was still a glimpse of hope though; the Will test. But, even the optimistic will-user Silvermoon did not believe this would work. Will was a whole new level. One could not use it if they did not possessed one specific blood. So, the test would turn out to be either good or a complete failure. Alphaess had a pretty much more serious look up on her face. The area that they trained for Will was the little islet at the center of the lake. A pretty suitable and relaxing place it was for Will users.

❧ Alphaess waited -surprisingly- patiently for Flick to get up and start his next test. She had no other choice though, there was nothing she could do in this situation. "Let's get this over with already..." Alphaess murmured to herself while Silvermoon stayed silent and emotionless. Since he had been asked -not so nicely- by Alphaess to stay, in case the man would get wounded and even worse, so that she wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up the mess herself.