The Calm Before the Storm (Asim)

[09:33] Krís asks, "Asim can we practice?"
[09:33] Asim says, "Sure."
[09:35] Kris intertwined their fingers and lifted arms sky high and stretched while twisting their figure. It was in moments like these Asim- or others, could see they were quite feminine.

"Same'ole sword clashing? Or do you have something new to show me?" Kris asked as they grabbed hold of the scimitar on their back.
(Krís)
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[09:36] The magi walks out to a somewhat okay area to fight it. Their could be better locations but this will do.

He unsheathes his blade and a blue aura surrounds his body. The mana condenses into crystals that fly around him. He lets out a breath of air as he gets into stance.

"Something new, yea. Its not an attack though. I'm also working on something else too!" He says cheerfully.
(Asim)
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[09:37] Krís says, "Hnng."
[09:38] Krís exclaims, "LEt's see it you fake jeweler!"
[09:41] If there was one thing Kris could be counted on, it was their defense! This dainty figure was all a façade on the battlefield. Most things could just bounce right off them and Asim's attacks were no exception!

"You need to hit harder! If you can't hurt me then you can't hurt anyone!"
(Krís)
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[09:44] The man was way to focused on his new ability and trying to utilize it in battle. The area around them was dotted with large sets of crystals. It took a lot of concentration to continue growing them while in battle. A task that he will need to get use to fast!

"Tsk." Is the only thing that can come from his mouth. As he lifts his hands as he tries to propel a wave of crystals at his opponent at the start of the next round.
(Asim)
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[09:50] The dainty dancer sifted their feet through the sand and danced around Asim, prudent of their attacks and parrying most of what their friend could unleash. It was becoming more hard fought as the two matured over the years. Asim was slowly catching up and perhaps one day he would take the reigns from Kris.

Though the attention was torn away at the sense of hostility!

Turning on a heel, Kris would hear the demand to vacate the land and they wouldn't have it!

"We live here! Don't you dare tell us to leave!"
(Krís)
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[09:54] The wave attack that he sent forward fell short. In more ways than one! It was weak and the distance it covered was lackluster. A skill he will need to thoroughly work on. The dancer he was up against danced around the field like they do every time they have dueled. It was expected however he was covering some ground. In due time he might be able to best Kris. Just its a strange magic to understand... Crystals...

Asim's posture straighten and he flourishes his blade. Slinging it over his shoulder rather than sheathing it. The new group that has arrive has already pissed him off.

"Who the hell do you think you are, tell us what to do?" A assertive tone comes from the nomadic magi. "Filth." He mutters to himself. How dare they...
(Asim)