As if with a click of someone's fingers all men would charge in an angry assault at each other. Wildly swinging swords and magic at each other. Koh, Wasn't one of them. The creature followed slowly of the attacking fleet, allowing for long black tentacles to emerge from its back and act as four more separate weapons. It was as if he had six arms, flinging magic around the battle field. Yet the mimic was in someone else's fur right now. Holy magic being in its arsenal it knew that a heavy sword would need to be used to beat down anyone for good.

A heavy sword was present although, in its right hand. Swinging at the poor Bulwark solders that dared come its way. It sliced through them, yet not killing them. Allowing for themselves to choose their paths. Lay, in a puddle of their own blood and die due to blood loss or do something to survive. It was still controlling itself however. The bottled inside rage for Ryan outright lying to the creature- as well as Jeanne getting Cynoa killed was still kept inside... For now.

Yet his eyes would quickly meet with someone across the battlefield. Its tentacles shivering with delight.

His match was made.

(Koh)

Sven'to didn't run into the battle either. He was a reasearcher -- a tactician in some ways as well. He didn't get to speak with the king of Frostvale for very long, he wanted to go over some possible battle plans that might make things easier for Frostvale. Alas it was too late they had left anyways.

Well during the fight, he managed to find someone who wasn't being crazy about everything, and thus Sven'to knew he had to take this person down if they too were being careful. He put away his glasses and put on his face mask. Everything he had on him was the rest of his belongings.

Sven'to was a holy mage as well, so his aura would surround his body, and his eyes focused on Koh. It now seems like his fight was about to be quite serious, a hardship he had once faced a few times, but not enough times.
(Sven'to)

So the first of their fight would begin, Koh launched in holy magic a blazing. Fighting with powerful defensive earth magic against sound and holy lightning! This matchup was odd, and Koh quiet literally countered him. Earth absorbed Lightning. A natural disadvantage towards the man that fight on Nostvale's side. "Why fight with New Alteros." The sword would be slammed into the ground, as a sound of wave would push the mimic away. "New Alteros tells lies. Lies. Lies. New Alteros lied to me! Many more people!" The mimic would continue in a slurred voice explaining why it fought against the mennis.

The anger was coming out. "WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!" Like a child who didn't get their candy at a shop the mimic was beginning to slowly rampage. The earth shattering as holy light would emit from it and the ground. Holy magic, a magic fuelled on emotions and desires. A magic that would feed on the Mimic's want to defeat his foe! "Why fight with LIARS?!" He'd scream yet again, as yet another rumble of earth would launch the creature forward yet again.

(Koh)

 To be quite honest, Sven'to wasn't actually doing this for Frostvale, yeah he wanted to help with war tactics, but that could only go so far in reality. He wasn't with New Alteros, and he wasn't with Danarium. He was doing this for himself. As he always did. He made friends of course, he had people he cared about. He was a human. So after the multiple strikes that hit him from the earth and holy the other person had, it quite hurt. He was going to have plenty of bruises and possibly some sort of scar somewhere.

He picked himself off the ground on which he found himself laying on. "You want to know why I'm fighting with depraved idiots?" he chuckled at the thought. "I'm not doing this for anybody's sake. I came into this war not planning to kill or capture anyone. I came here for myself, and that's it."

Sven'to knew the fight wasn't over. The Mimic was rampaging quite horribly so, he assumed getting through to him wasn't going to do anything. "And yeah, because I live in Frostvale, that does not mean I'm fighting for them." Well to a point he was, but really it was for himself. Plus, if Danarium lost to both the cities, the people who lose will likely be taken care of quite drastically.
(Sven'to)

The rage would unfortunately not stop, and what the man said only made the Mimic even angrier. Traitors. He was fighting with traitors. But no- the mimic was not one of rage. After a few slashed to the man, the mimic would stand above him. Towering above the man that was pummelled into the ground. A tentacle of the mimic reached down and pulled the tactician up. "Koh sees potential in you." He would speak with a slightly sinister smile, as the man would be tossed to the side. The mimic sheathed its sword, watching the half dead man.

"Koh want your face. But not yet." It'd speak as the tendrils on its back would recline. "No no." It wasn't one of rage, it was one of greed- and if anything. The Mimic saw very strong potential in this man. "Koh don't want you now." Its head would tilt to the side. "Koh want you when you smart. When you strong- then. Koh will come and take your face. Deal? For that I will not kill you. Ok?" It looked down on the man, knowing that the answer will be yes. The Mimic will get what it wanted.

And it's this man's face.

It soon would head back to the main war zone to fight even more simple, brainless and stupid soldiers.

(Koh)
Well Sven'to wasn't really a traitor. At least not in his eyes. He only cared about knowledge and how his knowledge spread across the country. Other than that he really could care less about villages. If he could find a base outside of a city that would be simply fantastic.

He began to chuckle lightly though. This person wanted his face? That was quite creepy but it made him wonder who the real villian was here. He laid there battered and bleeding in many places though, He lost, but he was kind of happy he lost, almost as if he was in a blissful state. This helped him quite a bit.
(Sven'to)