[10:17:45] Once more the (usually) silent prepubescent human was prowling through the streets of New Alteros. The dull brown boots he'd grown accustomed to wearing brushed across the carpets laid about the cobblestone tiles that fill the area. In contrast to his behavior mere months ago, aka; avoiding ones own shadow initiative was taken.

"Hey Kallist--."

He chirps, stopping mid-speech upon realization that a conversation was going on. As always hands were tightly gripped around the leather straps of his rucksack. While his mood all-in-all was nearing a high a smile wasn't apparent just yet. Good news had yet to be announed.
(Vasco)
[10:17:45] Gorandis: Well I'll let your mother kno--
[10:18:36] Gorandis: Is this a friend of yours?
[10:18:36] Gorandis: (Feel free to red again
[10:25:26] Kallistê is pulled from idle chatter by one of the few voices that held familiarity to her since she had made an effort to expand her circles and draw notice to herself. The politer, and more influential of two: Vasco, was it?

Two pristine, jadeite gems cease to transfix upon her Father, and instead grant her newly acquired friend some semblance of attention.

"Yes, daddy. This is Vasco. He's very polite."

Vasco was one of a few she could bend and break. He was one who, given the sufficient time to rear him and become properly acquainted, might care for her and protect her unconditionally.

Was that not the sort of love and need to be desired she so vehemently pursued? It was a childish desire. No more... no less.

"Vasco, this is my daddy! He's very strong and lovely. Say hello!"

And be polite about it.
(Kallistê Feuer)
[10:26:17] Gorandis: (Feel free to go again Vasco
[10:32:16] Veronica Kyros: alright ]
[10:33:07] Veronica Kyros: i apparently have people to sort out ]
[10:33:07] Kallistê Feuer: ((sort me out daddy
[10:33:07] Kallistê Feuer: ((ive been a bad girl
[10:33:07] Veronica Kyros: uwwwwu ]
[10:33:58] Slippery Sam: (Welp, time to move to Nostvale.
[10:36:32] Ask and thou shall receive.

When it came to matters of politeness few were capable of trumping him. When the podium was granted he occupied it with gusto. Stepping forward just a tad as a means of properly addressing the duo, no random vendors and the sort would be capable of breaking line of sight.

A hand lifts to run through the dishevelled white clumps of hair. NOW the smile emerges. Despite the 'orphan' tag attached to Vasco the child doesn't look the part. All of the pearly whites are neat and orderly. No crooked smiles.

"Sir." states the child in a simple greeting, attempting to be as respectful as possible. An accompanying nod was performed alongside the word. While the childs face gave off the image of being calm and collected the mental breakdown was beginning.

How could I not remember her last name? Oh man he's gonna squish me.
(Vasco)
[10:37:23] Marek took note that Kalliste was no longer engaged within conversation with her father, due to Vasco interrupting. Taking this opportunity to approach, he'd raise an armored hand as he'd wave towards the girl, parting his lips to say,

"Hello Kalliste, Vasco and I got a chance to speak with the Queen earlier, we both became squires within the military!"

he'd say with a smile, one of his dreams was coming true, working towards being a full fledge knight of the army and serving Azrael faithfully. He'd take note of the girl's father as he'd extend his hand to him, attempting to be polite and not simply dismiss him within their conversations as he'd say,

"Its a pleasure to meet you as well sir, Im a friend of your daughter."

he'd say with a bow of his head. Once giving his greeting, he'd turn his attention towards Vasco as he'd say,

"Speaking of which, Vasco... we have training to get done, we are members of the military now so we gotta make sure we can do our jobs."

he'd say with a smile as he'd move towards the boy and place a hand upon his shoulder.
(Marek Ulonis)
[10:42:30] Vasco was given little more than a hard stare as Gorandis' hand ran across the back of his summoned aberration. The slimy, leathery skin had little give beneath his hand as the creature's eyes circled about wildly, looking at everyone and everything at the same time. His gaze lingered on the second boy to walk up too.

And within that gaze was nothing but malice. But, he simply kept on petting, his fingers beginning to leave grooves in the creature's back. It didn't seem to mind, or rather, it simply didn't react to the increased force. "Kallistê. What kind of people do you surround yourself with? You shouldn't waste time on people who... People like them."

The thick grooves grew darker as blackened blood began to ooze from the creature's back. "Tell me why you have them around and tell me truthfully. If I end up thinking them worthy, then they can stay. If I find them unworthy..." His hand plunged into the back of the demon and red lightning shone harshly throughout its pores and orifices.

Before the creature dropped down smouldering. A lifeless look in every single one of its countless eyes.
(Gorandis)
[10:43:21] Kallistê Feuer: ((sorry guys........
[10:43:21] Vasco: (ROFL)
[10:45:55] For someone as unproductive as Judah, he was feeling especially chipper today when it came to training.

When he saw his friends rendezvous in the square, he didn't waste an ounce of time joining the fray. His adventurer's garment billowed in the stiff breeze as he closed the gap between them, skidding into halt while simultaneously wrapping an arm around Vasco. "Aw yeah, finally! I get to see how tough this guy is. The strong, silent types are always a doozy to see in action."

Practice was just as essential for the Ookami as it was for them. Believe it or not, the dynamic duo he followed had already been introduced to the basics of fighting. Judah, on the other hand? He fought with instinct. The little punk did whatever he saw fit to win the fight, even if it meant playing dirty -- it'd be a nice change of pace to go by the textbook for once. Orthodox combat would probably discipline him or whatever knights do it for.

"Let's go!"

Until they take off.
(Judah)
[10:49:20] Luthar Kyros: [shian
[10:49:20] Luthar Kyros: [invite me to bulwark
[10:49:20] Valeria V. Kyros: why)
[10:49:20] Valeria V. Kyros: why arent you in it)
[10:49:20] Valeria V. Kyros: wtf)
[10:49:20] Luthar Kyros: [memes
[10:49:20] Valeria V. Kyros: i look away for 2 seconds)
[10:49:20] Valeria V. Kyros: and thats all it takes)
[10:50:11] Sig Aysev: (x follows)
[10:50:11] Drakus Narl: ( we meet againnnnn :P )
[10:51:02] Valeria V. Kyros: . . .
[10:51:53] Valeria V. Kyros: <*She SIGHS.*>
[10:51:53] Valeria V. Kyros: Gorandis, don't fight anyone.
[10:51:53] Valeria V. Kyros: Especially not a kid.
[10:51:53] Gorandis: What about three kids?
[10:51:53] Valeria V. Kyros: <*She glances at them.*>
[10:51:53] Valeria V. Kyros: That wouldn't make a difference, so no.
[10:52:44] Kuro Ranmyaku: (snrk)
[10:52:44] Kuro Ranmyaku: (hey rob wanna beat me up)
[10:52:44] Valeria V. Kyros: no rob is not allowed)
[10:52:44] Valeria V. Kyros: to fight anyone)
[10:52:44] assumes the 'What the?!' stance?

"Th-three kids? Hold on... let's weigh our options for a moment, alright? W-we've got futures, y'know! We can't spend half of it in the infirmary!"
(Judah)
[10:53:36] Kuro Ranmyaku: (shian wanna beat me up)
[10:53:36] Valeria V. Kyros: no)
[10:54:27] Salem A. Knucker: Kenshi... stop following me everywhere. lol
[10:54:27] Salem A. Knucker: [omit oops
[10:54:27] Salem A. Knucker: [Come, let's go on an adventure *to your death*
[10:54:27] Salem A. Knucker: [I don't have anything better to do RN
[10:54:27] Kenshi Kiyoshi: (i wasn't following u tf)
[10:55:18] Ryan Kyros: (Sure lets go for an adventure
[10:55:18] Kenshi Kiyoshi: (my friend on discord said "im in new alteros111")
[10:55:18] Salem A. Knucker: [Eric no
[10:55:18] Salem A. Knucker: [I s2g if you rift me again
[10:55:18] Salem A. Knucker: [I'll fight you
[10:55:18] Kenshi Kiyoshi: (-rifts-)
[10:55:18] Salem A. Knucker: [No
[10:56:09] Salem A. Knucker: [Eric doesn't scare me...
[10:56:09] Kenshi Kiyoshi: (Ight lemme find this d00d rq)
[10:56:09] Salem A. Knucker: [K
[10:56:09] Kenshi Kiyoshi: (ILl Rp w/u in NOst or something Salem)
[10:56:09] Listening to the conversation at hand as he idly stared off into space, an idea would form in the young Saekanni's mind

He would smirk, pushing away from the bench-- away from Jyun and Melody-- and take a few steps in the direction of the group that had gathered to the west. A slight glance given at the woman's command, halting the sinspawn's advance upon the group of children. So he wasn't allowed to fight them, huh? Well, the same likely couldn't be said for Kuro himself.

"I'll fight them." he offered to the man on the bench, the one sitting next to his daughter, the boy slipping his hands into his pockets as his cold stare drifted across the trio. "Or one of them, at least. Could be fun."
(Kuro Ranmyaku)
[10:57:00] Salem A. Knucker: [Nost is lame though
[10:57:00] Kallistê startles! In hindsight, she perhaps should have suspected such an outcome when introducing two frankly underwhelming individuals as her acquaintances. When vermillion sparks blemish and dance, skittering throughout the demonic, viscous mass haphazardly shaped as a hound, Kallistê becomes terrifyingly aware of the imminent threat.

And, truth be told, it is one she can do little to fight against. They were relative newcomers in her eyes, ones she'd welcomed for only one purpose, and all the politeness in the world might not convince her Father to not vanquish them.

"Because..." she stumbles. It is a question she cannot answer as well as she might like. Her voice lowers.

"I can use them, daddy. They - they seem loyal and even though they aren't strong, I can make them strong, and make them useful." With regret does she confess, half-truths striking a pang of guilt and embarrassment within the deepest recesses of her being.

To her, they were disposable - worth only the love and affection they could provide.
(Kallistê Feuer)
[10:57:00] Valeria V. Kyros: . . .
[10:57:00] Valeria V. Kyros: I just...
[10:57:52] Valeria V. Kyros: Do whatever, but...
[10:57:52] Valeria V. Kyros: No permanent wounds.
[10:57:52] Judah: Squires for a couple of days and everyone wants to throw hands...
[10:57:52] Judah: ... Is this the job for me?
[10:58:43] Gorandis: (You kids can RP first
[10:58:43] Valeria V. Kyros: valeria is just)
[10:58:43] Valeria V. Kyros: a very tired mom)
[10:58:43] Valeria V. Kyros: at this point)
[10:58:43] Kuro Ranmyaku: (she needs a hug)
[10:58:43] Valeria V. Kyros: no she needs a gallon of tea)
[10:58:43] Kuro Ranmyaku: (ophrem's kind of hug)
[10:58:43] Salem A. Knucker whispers: [*boop* COME AT ME
[10:58:43] Valeria V. Kyros: and several killograms of crumpets)
[10:58:43] Valeria V. Kyros: and that too i guess)
[10:59:34] Kuro Ranmyaku: (>i guess)
[10:59:34] Vanessa Vesya: (good ole britbong genes planted)
[10:59:34] Kuro Ranmyaku: (wow you sure know how to sweettalk a girl :') )
[10:59:34] Slippery Sam: (Oh hey Ryan.)
[10:59:34] Slippery Sam: (Lookin' good.)
[11:00:25] Kallistê Feuer: ((hi eric
[11:02:08] Ryan Kyros: (hi
[11:02:08] Slippery Sam: <*Sits onto the bench and crosses one leg over the other, looking up briefly at the Tailor who partially obscurred his field of vision but didn't seem to mind too much.*>
[11:04:41] A hand was lifted towards Vasco as he'd yank him back and attempt to place him behind himself, placing his armor clad body between Vasco and the rest of the people around him. He'd narrow his eyes as he'd look around towards those that were so vocal as to try and pick a fight with them all as he'd decide to attempt to make things clear.

"Oy, Im not crazy enough to claim I can stop you, or any of you really, but I'm also not going to lay down and say nothing either. Vasco here hasn't done a damn thing to anyone here, he is timid as hell and is rather kind, as such, dont lay a hand on him. You want someone to target I'll place that target on my own back, but you harm Vasco and I'll strive to live day by day to kill you, bottom line."

he'd say boldly, Marek didnt have much in this world other than his friends that he made, Vasco being one of his closest friends at that. The young Oscuri usually was quite kind despite his appearance but when his friendships and things he held precious were threatened he became more reckless and aggressive, putting his life on the line to protect them. Grabbing for the blade on his back, the blunt steel merely used as a tool to practice with, he'd point it between both the elder before them and the young Ookami behind them whom seemed to want to fight the three of them.
(Marek Ulonis)
[11:05:32] Valeria V. Kyros: . . .
[11:05:32] Valeria V. Kyros: Gorandis, I'll just...
[11:05:32] Kuro Ranmyaku: <-would like to clarify that he's only gonna fight one person->
[11:05:32] Valeria V. Kyros: I'll repeat myself.
[11:05:32] Valeria V. Kyros: No permanent wounds.
[11:06:24] Judah: [NANI]
[11:06:24] Judah: [why is friendly fire on]
[11:06:24] Judah: [my apolgies--]
[11:06:24] Kallistê Feuer: ((sorry lads
[11:06:24] Valeria V. Kyros: <*why do i even bother coming out*>
[11:06:24] Kallistê Feuer: ((good luck
[11:06:24] Judah: [... so im gonna move right here...]
[11:06:24] Vanessa Vesya: Valeria, you're an old person now, so you don't really need to care too much about the young'uns.
[11:07:15] Valeria V. Kyros: I'm not old, though...
[11:07:15] Vanessa Vesya: Let them off themselves before their twenth birthdays like professionals.
[11:07:15] Vanessa Vesya: Well, the way I see it, you're two years away from fifty. Then you'll be entering the realms of old.
[11:07:15] Kuro Ranmyaku: (can we not)
[11:07:15] Admin Writerer2: could someone give me some rpp
[11:08:06] Slippery Sam: I'd say you another good ten years at least.
[11:08:06] Slippery Sam: (You have, rather.)
[11:08:57] Valeria V. Kyros: I'm just going to go back home.
[11:08:57] Valeria V. Kyros: And drink some tea.
[11:08:57] Vanessa Vesya: I'm joining because.
[11:08:57] Vanessa Vesya: I really hate this bench now.
[11:08:57] Slippery Sam: <*Grazes the surface of his chin as his lips curled into a slight frown as he thought about the trial of time.*> Well, alright. Stay safe now.
[11:09:48] Vanessa Vesya: My ass has formed a rather potent outline on the bench, I don't know how many weeks I've been sat in the same spot.
[11:09:48] Slippery Sam: (Wait a second, a frown's done with eyebrows. Aaaa)
[11:09:48] Admin Malicee: done
[11:09:48] Valeria V. Kyros: Sure, sure...
[11:10:40] Admin Malicee: I didnt mean to put mild risk.. .
[11:10:40] Admin Malicee: you kinda got the stare down by lorelei and co. . .
[11:10:40] Slippery Sam: Well that's rather unhygienic.
[11:11:31] Admin Writerer2: ty
[11:14:56] Moments come in the life of every child that mark pivotal times of adolescence. These moments serve as important stepping stones, sculpting their outlook in the world for better or worse. When Marek's hand moves to grip his shoulder, a task that would normally be childsplay he'd find the human didn't budge.

This was one of those times.

"Its alright. You've got. . ." he trails on, gesturing to Kuro with a simple tilt of the head. "I'll be fine." continues the youth. Its a lie if he'd ever told one, even allowing the words to leave his lips feels wrong. Yet if anyone had to bite the bullet the small human would volunteer every time. For there is no greater love than sacrificing oneselves for the sake of a friend.

Now his attention is returned to the weilder of sin magic. The strength of his grip on the staps of his backpack were reaching 'vicegrip' status. "I'm not particularly strong. Or brave really. If i'm being honest i'm pretty worthless even if your daughter thinks I can be useful I think she's wrong. Either way if you have to hurt someone then i'll fight you."
(Vasco)
[11:16:38] Gorandis: (Do you want to RP before I do Judah?
[11:18:20] Judah: [uhhh tbh idk]
[11:19:12] Judah: [ill be brisk]
[11:25:10] Admin Mercury Dash: good god sophia is ugly.
[11:26:01] Admin StarMann: At least her eyes don't glow anymore
[11:27:44] Hydra Larencia: [ where are we hubby
[11:29:26] There was no explanation for how he truly felt, but the acrimony was unconsciously bubbling in the well of his stomach. The Ookami had no idea who Kalliste or their father were, nor why he was suddenly on of their expendable soldiers, but the last thing he had on his agenda was leaving his friends to fight alone. If they had lost, left to twist in the unfurling winds of New Alteros, the guilt would crash down on Judah's shoulders reminiscent to a waterfall. He could only assume that the sudden feeling of ire and conviction inflating his chest came from the bonds he established with the two adjacent to him.

"Hold it right there," he says, dropping his nochalant demeanor. His boyish voice took on as much seriousness as fiscally possible. "I'll be honest -- I dunno what's happening, or why we've got to fight for friendship... but I can give my expert opinion on the matter: this is stupid. Vasco's been nothing but charmin' to everyone we've come across, so I'll be damned if I let him get beat up over bein' a good person." Whether or not he was fighting Goranthis, he looked the man square in the eyes. A lone hand goes to rest on the white-haired child's free shoulder.

"Don't care who we're against, I've got your back."

Little did he know how much he was out of his league. If only Owen were here, he could start singing a Krausite hymn about brotherhood and nonsense like that. Wait... that'd make it worse, wouldn't it? The town was majority of the Azraelite faith.

There goes contingency Plan B.
(Judah)
[11:30:17] Judah: [fuck]
[11:30:17] Judah: [stupid hotkeys[
[11:30:17] Judah: [Gorandis*]
[11:33:42] Gorandis took a moment to collect himself. Breathing in through his nose and letting a small growl escape his throat on the way out. The sudden change was more than abrupt. The emotions and energies that he had recently bottle back up came spilling out again and the air around him grew red and dense, a thick smog covering his form.

And within it, lightning crackled around. He took to his feet and looked down at the assembled children. "None of you are worthy of being near my daughter and I should probably slaughter you all before you get the chance to drag her down to your level. You are vile, stupid and ignorant little creatures and I despise you so very, very much."

The red aura about him began to expand and with it came a vile, disgusting feeling in the pit of the stomach. A wave of revolting rage that gnawed and sickened. It seemed to be flying off of the man himself. "For once, because of Valeria, I am going to give you all the chance to leave. You can all run away with your tails inbetween your legs."

"And you will live to see another day. Or you can stay and you can try to attack me and you will die."
(Gorandis)
[11:37:07] Well then...

Quite the intimidating figure the sinspawn cut. Fear was generally not something that the boy felt due to his upbringing, but a certain amount of respect had to be given from the awesome power that eminated from the man. It was enough to make the young ookami wince, just a tad as he brought his arms up and folded them across his chest, quirking an eyebrow.

What would the little kids do? Would they continue to press against the depraved monstrosity? It seemed that their attentions had been taken in full and Kuro would be forgotten for the moement, but he didn't really mind. This would be... highly amusing to watch, if nothing else.
(Kuro Ranmyaku)
[11:39:40] Kallistê Feuer: .
[11:40:32] Something smelled rotten. Well, more rotten than usual.

A heavy pressure fell on the bookworm's shoulders when she lifts her head from her studies, more than the "ordinary" pressure that Depravity had lent the city. It makes her clear her throat, and for a few moments, Verbena looks around to see the source - only to perhaps regret finding it.

A tense situation, between the pair on the bench and the trio facing them, and her face goes slack. Then she bites into the meat of the cheek to suppress her nervousness, and merely slips by the sidelines to observe. Would she intervene? Maybe. maybe not. But it was clear that the smartest option here was, temporarily, to shut up and assess the situation.
(Verbena)
[11:46:30] This time, it is not just fear, but complete and utter admiration that overcomes the little Feuer. It is envy like nothing she had felt before, bolstered, enhanced, and twisted disproportionately beneath the sinful, depraved mantle that spews outwards in thick, caustic tendrils.

Was she destined to one day be as powerful as her Father?

Kallistê does nothing. Even if she had wanting to do anything, there was very little to be gained from her intervention. Turning on her own Father might well strip him of any self-control he managed to currently maintain.

And for their foolish, brash, and reckless opposition, they deserved this. It was as he had said: Lead him off and thrust a dagger between his ribs. If someone truly is trying to be in your way...

They do not deserve to live."

"Fight. If you won't even defend yourselves then - then I have no use for you. You'll just die anyway doing something stupid if you act like cowards." Her words grow cold and hushed, panged with venom and twisted by the toxic, corrupt energies.

It was her turn to goad others into brutal, bloody battle.
(Kallistê Feuer)
[11:47:21] Kallistê Feuer: ((smh
[11:47:21] Kallistê Feuer: ((what the hell
[11:47:21] Kuro Ranmyaku: (rip u)
[11:48:12] Admin Mercury Dash: my TEARS
[11:48:12] Admin Mercury Dash: thdfcrying.
[11:50:46] Marek was in this for one thing and one thing only, the safety of Vasco. He wasn't someone whom was prideful enough to care for Kalliste's words, he cared not for her or her father at this point, the only thing that mattered was his own friend's safety. Parting his lips, he'd motion towards the south as he'd say,

"Head out towards the south, we're going to begin our training as I previously stated, Vasco."

he'd say he wouldn't even offer Kalliste a response to what she said. He'd wait for Vasco to move out first, a means of watching his back, once he left he'd allow Judah to follow before he'd finally take his leave.
(Marek Ulonis)
[11:53:20] Admin Lifeom: LOL
[11:53:20] Boar: Rrrrr!
[11:56:44] Clyde arrives back in Alteros.

This time, when he arrives, he's situated on top of a lampost, crouched as he looks down on the group of kids surrounding one man in particular. The aura this man exhudes was something that was shocking; it completely and utterly smothered him.

Fighting?

There was no fighting that. Not in his book. He would never want to even instigate duking it out with such a man, but that was how the boy worked anyhow. What could he gain from sparking a conflict with this man? False bravado? The title of 'Brave Warrior'? He wasn't a warrior to begin with.

Clyde was a ninja in training. Ninja Lesson 101: There are some people that you just don't bother with, especially when you KNOW you don't have the manpower to do anything to them. Just quietly slink back into the shadows and creep away.

As such, this boy decides to do nothing but observe the scene as it progresses. Nothing more, nothing less.
(Clyde)
[11:57:36] Judah: [clyde... why have you forsook us]
[11:57:36] Kuro Ranmyaku: (because ur all nerds)
[11:59:18] Small, unassuming, weak. All words used to describe the human. All were perfectly correct adjectives. These were his natural traits that were embodied from day one by Vasco. For those lacking in strength with no legacy to inherit and no connections to help ascend to the top life was different. Poetic statements didn't flow from his lips freely like Kalliste's, there wasn't time to think about such things when survival was the primary concern.

If we run its. . .

When Marek speaks, encouraging them to leave the area Vasco doesn't listen. Feet remain firmly planted on the cobblestone tiles that make up the sidewalk. Words fail to emerge and an attempt isn't even made. Their piece was already said and out in the open for any to interpret.

In place of words a scowl that could only be described as decisively wicked appears. Its focused on the sin magi, whose power was enough to make even the strongest of men flee or submit. Quiet defiance was the name of the game this time around.
(Vasco)
[12:00:09] Vasco: (kk uhh judah and marek can bounce i'm finna head to church/dinner after [i think]. If you're still around can we pick this up?)
[12:00:09] Clyde: <Oh. He's not running this time.>
[12:00:09] Clyde: <...When he should.>
[12:00:09] Vasco: (If not i can wait til like tomorrow or sumn)
[12:01:00] Gorandis: (It's fine, you can leave. I was planning on letting you go
[12:14:40] Judah felt the full force of the concentrated pandemonium. Depravity permeated from the man in waves, applying a damning pressure to all those that chose to acknowledge it. The vermilion brilliance was encompassed by rage and passion, pulsating in such volume that one could be influenced by it -- especially a child. Bravado had violently transitioned to animosity.

The boy had budged off his footing, a rear leg moving backwards to catch himself; staring at it directly was a task all on it's own. Judah had not desired to desert their predicament to begin with, and the longer he remained, the more he could feel the anger within him rising to the exterior. Their brow furrowed, chidlish features sharpening into that of a wild fiend. He bared his 'fangs' at the man, unleashing a low growl-like sound as he reached for the hilt of his sword. A miniscule hand rests on the handle, which is ginormous in comparison.

Everything had taken a turn for the worse. They earned abhorance for existing -- the very person whom they were fighting to earn had turned their back on them, but not to his surprise. He didn't know them, nor did he expect anything out of them except for rationale... that went out the metaphorical window with a quickness.

Was he going to die if he fought this man? More than likely. Would it be worth it?

... for his friends? He didn't see otherwise.

Right now, it was a motionless standoff. In defiance of both the man and his sadistic daughter, moving to his doom fight if necessary.
(Judah)
[12:15:31] A myriad of emotions cross the desert orphan's face, and for the moment, she was presented with a dilemma. Vasco, a timid, entirely ordinary and yer unpredictable kid - once more betrays what would be typical of not just his nature, but the nature of common sense, and stands with evident, brave and reckless disdain toward the imposing man exuding a thick aura of malice all on his own. And Judah joined him! Verbena's temporarily stuck with conflict, of whether to put herself in harm's way, or to stay on the sidelines...

and be a coward.

The tiny mage scuttles over toward the crowd, weaving this way and that, and she'd bind her arms around Judah's waist, since he was the closest target, and with a bit of aiding wind magic, lifts him up off his feet and trots off with him in as quick of a scurry as the dark-skinned desert orphan can muster lifting a little more than her weight's worth. She notes this with a touch of sardonic irony; to bravely run away.

Hopefully she won't be struck in the back while departing.

I don't want to die today. Please don't let me die today.
(Verbena)
[12:20:38] A very long, very patient wave of silence rolls out from Gorandis as he stands there simply staring at the children before him. The insolence on them. They filthy attitudes and demeanours... It made him truly sick. But... His gaze wandered to his daughter. She wanted to see them dead, or at least, in agony. And he wanted to show them in it.

"You know, I do try to be very patient with children like you. Very patient indeed. And so, I want you to pick out one among you and he shell be the one to fight me. The one who will have an example set of them. There will be no deaths nor permanent injuries if you choose this route. You will all, mostly be perfectly safe from any... fallout."

"However." His gaze shifts directly onto the fleeing Verbena. "If you try to leave then I will chase you down like the dog that you are. You'll have to choose among yourselves, one sacrifice. One person to take the beating for you all. Or you can all try and run like rats and you will all be exterminated like the vermin you try to emulate."

"It is your choice."
(Gorandis)
[12:22:20] Owen observed with a serious expression on his face, which was a lot different from his usual attitude! This depravity was dangerous, thicker than anything that he had ever seen before. Who would have thought that negative emotions could be condensed so much that they could take such a nasty form? It demoralized him before the fighting could even start, a sinking feeling in his chest. The youth wasn't strong, not nearly strong enough to stand up against osmething like this.

But these were his friends, standing right in front of him! A battle was in the making, and he needed to help in any way he could. He forced his legs to move forward, as much as it pained him to do so. Moving felt like an act of defiance. He felt like needed to run away and never come back. And the pressure only thickened as he drew closer. Water began to envelop his form, flowing upwards like a waterfall.

The water glowed with exorcist brilliance, heightening his ability in the holywater tree of magic. He needed to assist his friends in any way possible, and this was the only way that he knew how. "Fall back if you're injured! Don't be reckless! I'll heal the damage!" he shouted to his comrades.
(Owen Sharp)
[12:28:19] Marek Ulonis: ( I'll wait for Kalliste before I post. )
[12:30:52] Kallistê Feuer: .
[12:30:52] Luthar Kyros: bitch gimme ur staff
[12:31:44] Luthar Kyros: [omit]
[12:36:00] "I will not help any of you iif none of you wanna be brave."

Her cold detachment was the final nail in the coffin. For, outside of Vasco, she held very little true affection towards these people. They were fools who had naively stood against her Father; the very people who would work to drag her down, despite her best efforts and prosperous endeavours.

Kallistê stands, her pea-green summer dress untangling to sweep from left to right against the soft Eastern breeze. Eyes that usually glowered a subdued, dim green seem illuminated - smoldering a deeper, more potent shade of emerald.

She is transformed beneath the command of Sin and Depravity, and for a few short moments, their lives become meaningless. Her Father had taught us what must become of hindrances. For better or worse, she had taken the proclamation literally.

"Are none of you brave enough to fight daddy alone? Silly boys! Most of you are no better than Pelcise. You'll all be dead if you don't man-up, you know!"
(Kallistê Feuer)
[12:36:51] Luthar Kyros: <Woah. They're picking on Gorandis? They're suicidal.>
[12:36:51] Marek took in a deep breath before letting out a sigh from his lips. He'd first pick up Vasco, the few times he chose to be brave he chose now, he wasn't upset at all however he was proud of his growth and understood his feelings. Marek intended to leave at first, but that was no longer an option for him, being that the man made it clear at least one of them would be beatten. Removing his blade after placing Vasco on a bench to cool off, he'd part his lips and say,

"Alright then you old bastard, lets get this started. At least with this I can know how far I gotta go before I one day kill you."

he'd say clearly and with determination. Vasco was right about one thing, there were moments in their young lives that defined and shaped them, this would be one of those for Marek, the man threatened the wellbeing of his friends, he'd hate him and Kalliste alongside him till the end of time itself.

He wasn't so stupid to believe he could beat the man, but he wasn't going to allow him to cause harm to the others either. He'd carry the pain he inflicted upon his small frame as a constant reminder of the hatred he felt for him, so that he may never faulter in his desire to see him be ended by his own two hands, so that he'd never lose sight of wishing his death.

His reika lines flared up with his emotional state, even beneath the bandages he wore they shown through illuminating the dark shadows of his face beneath his hood. Perhaps it wasn't wise to inform the man that he intended to kill him one day, but he was currently ruled by his emotions, being one a child and two having his friends threatened for what? Because he simply didnt like them. It was one thing to dislike Marek, if anything Marek could be disliked for any number of things, but to threaten Vasco? Vasco was the innocent one of their bunch, there was no rhyme or reason behind it other than just because.
(Marek Ulonis)
[12:37:42] Well now. These children were simply reaping what they had sown. Interupting... Didn't seem to be very well advised.

Kuro's eyes would shift away from the main group, focusing on the blond boy gathering his magics about him. The ookami quickly turned, placing his hand on the back of the bench and using it to vault over rather easily. His sandles landing with a thud upon the ground, the boy took a few steps toward Owen, staring him down.

"Seems a bit ill-advised. If I were you..." A pause as he looked back, where the sinspawn was being accosted and several children were liable to soon lose their lives. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "You should probably stay out of it. For your own safety, if nothing else."

His hands were slipped into his pocket, gaze shifting back to Owen as he stepped between the water magi and the southern group.
(Kuro Ranmyaku)
[12:37:42] Gorandis: (you need to follow and unfollow him
[12:37:42] Gorandis: (To detach him
[12:37:42] Marek Ulonis: ( I tried. )
[12:38:33] Marek Ulonis: ( alright there. )
[12:40:16] Clyde: <*disappears. Oo, ninja gone*>
[12:41:07] Judah: <*nani?!*>
[12:42:49] Owen shook his head at Kuro. It was vaguely seen through the thick mass of water, but his expression was determined. He wasn't going to back down when his friends were fighting against something so evil. As the healer, if they were allowed to die it would be his burden. The very prospect of just sitting back and watching it unfold didn't appeal to him in the slightest.

He took another step forward, this time turning his body around Kuro and moving closer to the scene. "It's my duty to make sure that they don't get injured. If I don't fulfill that duty and sit back while my friends get hurt, I'm not worthy to be their friends. Sorry." he replied, fully intent on entering the battle! If his allies were in a tight spot, they may require his magic. He wasn't going to let it go to waste.
(Owen Sharp)
[12:43:40] Owen Sharp: (I'm not running at a full sprint.)
[12:43:40] Owen Sharp: (Pursuing me would initiate a fight.)
[12:43:40] Kuro Ranmyaku: (well i'm probably going to attempt to stop you by force)
[12:44:32] Ehren Kien: (what's going on here?
[12:45:23] Ryaku Ishan: (Idunno
[12:45:23] Gorandis: (children have been provoking
[12:45:23] Ehren Kien: (can i enter?
[12:45:23] Judah: [thats a bold lie]
[12:45:23] Gorandis: (I'd rather you not, Ehren.
[12:46:14] Gorandis: (Just because I wanted to head to sleep soon
[12:46:14] Ehren Kien: (ah, i see. alright.
[12:46:14] Gorandis: (Or rather, I actually need to head to sleep soon
[12:46:14] Ehren Kien: (kk, i'll head to my og destination
[12:47:05] Anteia Sangree: NOw, if I were a grand library, where would I be..?
[12:47:56] Clyde whispers something.
[12:49:39] Nothing was more frustrating than being saved from an unknown danger.

Judah was trying incredibly hard to take Gorandis' words with a grain of salt. He wanted to believe that this was just how adults were, unrivaled in pettiness and particularly coy when they overwhelm children. Yet, he didn't want his age to matter in the slightest when they fought. If he lost, it wasn't because he was prepubescent -- it was because of weakness. That was the ugly, unfallable truth of the matter. Sure, you could argue that the Sin of Rage was in a whole other category of his own to begin with, but nothing was impossible.

Just before he could act on impulse, voluntarily making himself the so-called 'example' just so he could fight, the Sarradian traveling with their group swoops in to interrupt his contest of masculinity. As they pick him up and carry him off, he thrashed angrily so that he may get the chance to fight, and possible fall, in tandem with Marek.

He didn't care if she was too scared to fight, those were her demons to fight against. Just don't drag him into it!

"Let go, damn it! I'm not letting Marek fight alone!"
(Judah)
[12:49:39] The step taken was met with a step in the exact same direction by Kuro, the young ookami once more putting himself in the way of the blond haired boy. His head shook, tongue clicking as he sighed. "No, you see..."

Kuro's right hand would shift behind his back, grasping ahold of the hilt of the dagger that he kept tucked into the waistband of his pants. "I was kinda hoping that you would take the hint. Far as I can see, these little kids brought this crap on themselves, and now they're getting what they asked for."

Not entirely the truth, but they had been fairly rude little shits to a fucking wrath sinspawn. They pretty much deserved to get beaten down.

"Now, I'd really like to watch how it plays out. You haven't done anything to irritate the big guy yet, so you'd be pretty safe if you stayed out of it. Don't really want you interfering either. So here's the deal..."

The blade was drawn quickly from behind him, a razor sharp yet rather thin looking dagger that the white-haired ookami held in his right hand, tossing it idly into the air as he smirked at the younger boy. "Stand down, or fight through me. Then you can have your chance at getting the crap beaten out of you with your friends. Take your pick...~"
(Kuro Ranmyaku)
[12:50:30] Kallistê Feuer: .
[12:53:55] Owen Sharp: (relogging, screen froze)
[12:55:37] All in all, it makes for a pretty comical picture; a tiny mage, carrying a slightly larger boy up over her head with both arms, scuttling in scurrying hops out of the immediate area. That is, until Gorandis's words catch her ear.

Dammit.


Verbena wheels around, still holding Judah, and she takes note of two things: one, being that Marek had volunteered himself for a "sacrifice" to fight the imposing father figure, and two, that Owen was in the middle of something related to them, having gone to the extent to reveal his powers to do so.

She's at an impass.

Her grip tightens around the little, hot-tempered wolf boy, and she murmurs short and curt, "Marek knows what he's doing." Regardless of if Judah continued to struggle, she'd likely keep a strong, magic-aided grip on him, even if her noodley arms were getting sore. And Owen? Well...

She wasn't sure what to do about Owen. Shouting would likely only make the situation worse; either it would provoke more of Gorandis's ire, or it would bait more of the Depraved to get involved. So the most she can do is watch with an exceptionally stressed face, both due to having to wrassle an ookami and having to effectively watch both of her friends duke it out without much ability to intervene.

Verbena stands and watches, expression pinched.
(Verbena)
[12:59:02] Owen had no intention of standing down when the wellbeing of his friends were on the line. He hadn't gotten into a real fight before, nor did he utilize his magic to perform such attacks. He was a healer through and through, but he couldn't just stand idly while his friends were just wailed on, could he?! Although he didn't like getting into fights, there was a first time for everything.

For a magic that was mainly used to heal his comrades and bolster their strength, there truly asn't much of a way to utilize it in combat. Pooling his holywater around him, he awaited for Kuro to make the first strike. It was bound to happen, since the youth seemed entirely intent on just walking forward as if he wasn't being stopped! He replied to Kuro.

"You want to see how it plays out? You want to watch them be beaten up in the middle of town? I won't let you stop me either, then. I'm sorry, but I need to get to them!"
(Owen Sharp)
[13:00:44] "Then your sacrifice has been chosen." Casually he seemed to walk around the bench and further to the south, away from the more crowded areas. "If you don't wish innocents to get hurt, then follow me and we will do this elsewhere... Of course, you are going to lose. but by being the brave man it wont hurt you for too long."

"The Queen's mother wants nothing permanent so you'll be lucky there. Though a few broken bones should teach the lesson well enough." The red around him continued to spatter and spark violently. Red flashes of lightning intermingling with the dusty crimson of the depraved blanket of power. "I doubt you'll last more than five seconds to be honest with you."

"Kallistê, watch closely, this is how you discipline those who would rather get in your way. You don't need people like this. You need ones who can match you, ones that are actually worth your time and effort... Not these snivelling craven dogs."
(Gorandis)
[13:02:27] Anteia quickly decided that she'd rather not be in the presence of whoever these people were, and, with that, strode quickly back the way she had come. She had no intentions of being murdered this day.
(Anteia Sangree)
[13:03:18] After his (kind of) success with water magic, the Oscuri began to bound around town once more; and once he made his way back to the square, it seemed that the strange man that his friend had been talking to was now.. Radiating some weird red magic -- and hellstorm magic. Maybe it was a hellstorm magic technique..? He wasn't very sure, but he watched the scene for a few seconds before approaching the Feuer himself.

"... What is happening, Kalistê?" He questions her, his white eyes glued on the scene as it went on; perhaps she'd still recognized him, but his wardrobe seems to have swapped around a bit.

"... Who is that, too?" He questions! He rarely seen the likes of Gorandis around the city, only a few times; and even then, it was for a few minutes -- or Arthur stopped paying attention then.
(Arthur Kyros)
[13:04:09] He had to admit, the boy had balls. Facing down what would likely be certain doom in order to help out his friends was admirable, if not entirely stupid from a self-preservational standpoint. Jyun was probably the only person in the entire would that Kuro would do that for.

Personal sacrifice was not the way of Asenites nor the Saekanni, the latter of which throwing out his arm to physically halt Owen's progress. It was... slightly bittersweet, this turn of events. It really wasn't as if Kuro actually wanted to fight the boy. But opportunities were rare, and he had this stupid book that he needed to fill out.

And if he ever wished to get strong enough to protect Jyun, strong enough as well to begin the Feast of All Flesh, he couldn't shy away from these things.

"Sorry, kid." Kuro muttered as he shoved Owen back, turning him and once more stepping in the boy's way, the dagger shifting into a reverse grip in his right hand. "But I'm not gonna let you do that."
(Kuro Ranmyaku)
[13:05:00] Marek kept a firm grip upon the hilt of his blade, the blunt steel most likely wouldn't prove to do much of anything against the Sin magi before him. A bead of sweat formed upon the side of his face, being soaked up by the bandages he kept wrapped around himself. He'd shoot a glance towards Kalliste as he'd hear her words in regards to not helping them an comparring them to Pelcise as he'd say,

"I wouldn't want your help even if you offered it. Refrain from speaking to me or my friends..."

he'd say, cutting any sort of friendship that was once there, he despised her and understood why Pelcise felt the same. To him, the girl was nothing but a serpent slithering her way through the grass, and her father was his enemy, even if he did like her because he wanted her father dead? It was doomed to be a failed friendship regardless. He'd turn his attention towards Gorandis as he spoke, a smirk being etched across his face as he'd say,

"I dont care for how long I last, at the very least, you better ensure I dont last even five seconds, you best aim to leave here unscathed, being scared infront of your daughter by someone whom is beneath you both will leave a poor image of her pops in her head. Even more poor than the day that I finally kill you."

he clearly had a goal, even if he left a small scar upon the man it would be enough for him, something that'd last to show him a small moment of weakness, to allow someone as young and weak as himself to harm him. Gorandis in his eyes had far more to lose than himself, especially with so many people to witness it.
(Marek Ulonis)
[13:05:00] {combat} Kuro Ranmyaku has been defeated by Owen Sharp! They're unable to continue fighting.
[13:06:43] Kallistê Feuer: ((dont wait on me
[13:06:43] Kallistê Feuer: ((dotting @ arthur
[13:06:43] {combat} Marek Ulonis has been defeated by Gorandis! They're unable to continue fighting.
[13:06:43] Kallistê Feuer: ((lawdt...
[13:06:43] Kallistê Feuer: ((whew
[13:06:43] Clyde: (that was more than five seconds)
[13:06:43] Kallistê Feuer: ((ill wait...
[13:06:43] Arthur Kyros: (good thing u accepted him as ur dad
[13:07:34] Verbena: <Holy crap.>
[13:10:08] Well, perhaps the timing was off a little and he did receive just a little nick on his hand as he drove in for the third hit but, well. It was over rather quickly and rather boringly. A simply set of two red flashes and Marek would be sent far away. He would be knocked down and away but not out, not just yet. Gorandis wasn't done toying with him just yet.

"This is your example, this is the one you chose to let this happen to. Enjoy the sight of it. Enjoy him as he writhes in pain and struggles to his feet. Yes, he rather admirably got a single hit in on me. Very well done on his part. You didn't choose poorly, that's for sure. But. I think the time for showmanship is over. He had a good run."

He punctuated the speech with a small sigh and got ready for Marek to get back to his feet. So that he could do this properly.
(Gorandis)
[13:10:59] Owen came out of the battle unscathed. Whenever Kuro's blade did happen to pierce his skin, which happened very few times.. the damage was immediately healed off, the wound closing up and being washed over with water. The holywater that surrounded him kept him in peak position at all times. His mana reserves weren't particularly large, but it was enough to overwhelm Kuro.

Was this why the youth always had that clean, untouched appearance? The youth had smited the Ookami with the help of his holy magic, dealing damage to the pup as long as he believed what he was doing was righteous. The battle was nothing short of effortless, the Ookami neutralized in a matter of seconds. Owen stood over Kuro's downed body, pooling his holywater into his wounds.

All ailments would be reversed. Cuts would be closed up, burns would vanish without a trace, and any illnesses would also disappear if he had any. Kuro would feel like he was in peak position, with even more strength than he had at the beginning of the fight. Owen proceeded towards Gorandis and Marek.

"Don't interfere, or I'll do it again."
(Owen Sharp)
[13:15:15] Pain...

A constant numbing pain coursed its way through his body, he had been downed rather quickly, no one would've expected anything different, but within five seconds? Hell no. A chuckle emitted from his lips, his teeth stained with crimson as he'd spit the iron tasting fluid upon the cobblestone ground beneath him.

"Five seconds? Whats the matter old man? In your age did you become weaker?"

He'd mock the man, perhaps his only means of coping with the agonizing pain that burned at his flesh. Depraved energy coursed through him, an effect of his magic, Marek had no use of magical ability, he relied upon his own strength alone.

"Hitting you even for a moment felt good, lets see if I can do it a bit more this time!"

he'd say as he'd charge in towards him once more, his movements sluggish due to already being beatten to the ground before, he fought out of desperation to see how far he could take himself, against a man whom went all out against him, how much could he inconvience him and cause harm back upon the elder's body. This wasnt just an example of beatting upon a child, this was clear defiance in the face of adversity, a clear defiance against those that thought him merely dispensabel.
(Marek Ulonis)
[13:16:06] {combat} Marek Ulonis has been defeated by Gorandis! They're unable to continue fighting.
[13:16:57] Gorandis: (okay so that time I managed to crit
[13:17:48] The expected outcome, really. Children in Eternia were typically just way too strong, and Kuro was only beginning to come into any sort of power of his own. The kid was fast on his feet, but that really didn't amount to much when compared to those that had actually trained themselves with any sort of skill.

He would rise to his feet, dusting off his pants with a frown. Defeat was a way of life, but it wasn't a particularly fun part of it. "Thanks..." he would mutter, a half-assed attempt at showing some amount of gratitude for the restoration of whatever wounds he had accrued, though he kind of wished the boy had just left them alone.

Saekanis prefered her subjects to be marred, not like the pristine Asenites. Destruction was the name of the game, after all.

As Owen went to move away, Kuro would turn to face him, calling over his shoulder. "Oh. When you're done watching your friend get his teeth kicked in, I need you to stamp something." A black book, withdrawn from his gi, was waved in Owen's direction. Hostilities were gone, but they still had business to attend to.
(Kuro Ranmyaku)
[13:19:31] The good news: Owen seemed to be doing fine. The bad news: Marek was, unsurprisingly but still overwhelmingly, getting the life beat out of him.

Verbena almost looks away, as the scene of the oscuri swordsman getting thrown this way and that by the whims of a man much older and much strong than him wells nausea in her throat. She swallows it down, keeps her green gaze open and alert should Gorandis break his word, and prays to any deity that would listen that the group would get off alive and able to train after this decidedly sobering ordeal.

Hopefully, as well, Owen would not prematurely step in and chance their imminent destruction even further.
(Verbena)
[13:22:04] Aciel
Would you like to be friends
:)
(MrMrMr)
[13:22:56] Kuro Ranmyaku: (exTREME head tilt)
[13:22:56] MrMrMr: Aciel
[13:22:56] MrMrMr: be friend me
[13:22:56] MrMrMr: now
[13:22:56] MrMrMr: dont attack me
[13:22:56] MrMrMr: please
[13:22:56] MrMrMr: i just want your friendhip
[13:23:47] MrMrMr: ship*
[13:23:47] MrMrMr: dont attack me
[13:23:47] Two hits. That all it was in the end. Two singular hits. A massive shockwave of air to knock him backwards, smashing him across a tree and a follow up lunge of lightning. That was all it took. Perhaps this time it was in the time frame of five seconds or perhaps it wasn't. Gorandis had stopped paying attention. He had stopped paying attention to a lot of things.

Instead his mind was taking the back seat as something more primal took control. With lightning still sheathing his hand he gripped at the boys clothing. They began to burn away under his grasp as Marek was lifted off of the ground and into the air so that he could see Gorandis eye to eye. And Gorandis' own eyes were wild and mad, consumed by his sin.

There were so many things he wanted to do in this moment, so many ways to kill and maim. But, his thoughts kept darting back to his daughter watching. And it was enough to stop himself from doing anything too serious. No, instead he merely dropped Marek to the ground and broke both of his legs before kicking him over to where Owen stood.

"Fix him up. Before the shock does some serious damage to him." The words were bitter and cold and they were all that were said before Gorandis turned away. "Kallistê, learn to pick better friends please. I would hate to have to teach them all a lesson. And tell your mother I'll be out of town for a bit." And with that he would simply start to head off out of New Alteros.

Unless anyone wanted to stop him.
(Gorandis)
[13:26:20] {combat} MrMrMr has been defeated by Koko ! They're unable to continue fighting.
[13:27:12] Admin StarMann: I'm busy in a scene, can one of you deal with MrMrMr (that's his character name)
[13:27:12] "That's my daddy. He - he didn't like them, and they tried to pick a fight with him, so --"

Kallistê startles. The fight is quick and merciless, and no sooner has she begun has scuffle between Sin and Child drawn to a definitive close. The plume of vermillion lighting is destructive and lightning-fast, battering upon Marek with brutal, searing force that nips and punctures with terrible, visceral splatters.

The Feuer is in awe. Though his opponent was weak, the sheer destructive properties of his magic and the suffocating potency through which it commanded the battlefields fills her with an unfamiliar giddiness.

This power, bright, brilliant, and blazing in heinous tendrils of ruby-hue was a 'secret', he had told her. But could she avoid the desire to inherit such a power? How could she not aspire to command such respect and authority.

The final, bloodcurdling crunch of legs breaking and shattering beneath the elder Magi's might seduces the slightest smirk to creep across Kallistê's sharp, pale features. She had seen all she needed to.

She is inspired and stricken with ambition.

"B-Bye, daddy! I'll see you soon!" It is about all she can muster when in awe of such chaotic, dissoluted ability.
(Kallistê Feuer)
[13:27:12] {combat} Koko has been defeated by MrMrMr! They're unable to continue fighting.
[13:32:19] Owen quietly nodded to Kuro, before strolling over to the situation. His movements were cautious as Gorandis acknowledged him directly, but he'd comply and heal Marek's wounds. Crouching down in front of Gorandis, he tried to get a good look at just what was the problem here. There were sure a lot of burns that were inflicted by lightning.

Once he had gotten a proper diagnosis, it was time to begin the healing. Luckily, burns were one of the easiest things to heal with holywater magic. Pooling the blessed water into the cracks of the Oscuri's armor and under his bandages, the youth turned his head to Kalliste. There was a stern expression on his face as he narrowed his eyes. Nothing about this amused him in the slightest.

"You should feel ashamed of yourself."

As the water washed over the Oscuri's skin, all of his pain would be alleviated. His whole body was cleansed from the inside and outside, holy magic pouring into his skin. Water happened to be the best medium for this holy magic, allowing it to sink into the hardest to reach spots and truly heal Marek of anything that was ailing him.

"Someone carry him, please. We need to lay him down. He'll still be exhausted for a little bit, but I've healed his injuries."
(Owen Sharp)
[13:38:17]
{LOAD GAME}

[13:38:17] Gorandis: (sorry about that, wifi pooped
[13:38:17] Marek Ulonis: ( Its cool, I posted you can just Ctrl click. )
[13:45:07] Judah had grown tired of being glued to Verbena and her cowardice. As the fight shortly unfolded before his untrained eyes, the urge to wrest freedom continued to grow exponentially. By the time the fight was over, he forcefully jerked himself up and out of the Sarradian's grasp, shoving her elsewhere so he could go to meet Marek in his fatigue. His amateurish run broke into a sprint, hoping he could--

His legs had been mangled.

The Ookami stops on a dime, watching, mouth agape at the grotesque display. That man... that wretched man, had used the full extension of his powers to fight a fellow squire... only to render his bottom half useless. Broken bones and torn sinew was all it took to snap Judah back into a state of priority, instead moving in the direction of the Oscuri rather than his foe.

Knees slid across the cobblestone path, only to halt at Owen. Newfound appreciation had been shown when the prodigous mage had went out of their way to mend Marek's broken body. A sigh of relief escape his mouth as the process ends before he even knew it.

Judah looks to the man after his speech, glaring with all the intensity a child could muster. If he didn't have any reason to attain strength before, he surely did now. 'That man,' he thought to himself, recollecting back to the moment where everything changed-- where they joined the ranks of the Bulwark, where Veronica's hand extended manifold opportunities to become true warriors.

'... Never again.'
(Judah)
[13:49:23] Verbena finds her grip broken by the strtuggling Judah, and she earns a kick in the head for her efforts - one that certainly dours her mood. However, as it seemed Gorandis was ready to depart, the scholar takes a chance to approach Marek - where his wounds were mended by the fastidious Owen. Luckily, nothing would be permanent, aside from a wound to Marek's pride that they'd all have to share.

While Judah was glaring, the desert orphan does as Owen asks, as her beast of burden changed from a moody wolf-boy to the felled Marek instead. There's a heave and a ho, and the tiny one lifts him up, once more calling the winds to ease the weight of his body and his armor. She looks to the blonde, grunting a bit with Marek held to her chest rather than up over her head like Judah was.

"Where to?"

Unless the others would force her to, she wouldn't pay attention to anything aside from getting Marek to a safe place to rest.
(Verbena)
[13:49:23] Gorandis: (Nobody stopping me then?
[13:50:14] Verbena: (nah)
[13:50:14] Gorandis: (And with that, I vanish