jude and sebas berates azed, sebas eventually attacks

[11:46] "Sigismund, even when my brothers or sisters do something I question them, sure I do trust them most of the time but I would not attack someone without an explanation damn it …"

Truly he could not understand such blind trust towards other siblings.

"Charlotte was the one to create that danger, she didn't had to attack anyone, she could have just even send a letter or something she could have …"

But then another set of footsteps was heard, something Azed didn't care much about at first as he wanted to speak with Sigismund but when they mentioned name 'Sebas' he quickly turned towards them.

"Oh so I guess instead of checking you for occult they instead just told you that I spoken such words ? Great"

A sigh escaped from his lips … as an idea came into his mind.

He knew one would need probably years of study and mastering arts of Occult to hide it from the one thing Azed deeply cared about, the thing he could see with a help of something he carried, or at least that is what he thought after speaking with Wynne about one such user of occult, that didn't harm It.

His hand reached into the satchel and after a second filled with clunks of chains he pulled out what appears to be a piece of glass, that he used to look at Sebas.

Something that would let him see the very thing that connects every being, the green lines, the Lifestream that Occultism bends and tears.

"Hmm"
(Azed Bolim)
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[11:55] "Mhm? Of course, Sebas." He gave the young man a warm smile, offering him a bow of his head even if he couldn't see any of his actions, reactions or otherwise. Still, If the two of them wanted to talk about something, then who was he to deny them otherwise?

His business with Azed was concluded as far as he knew. Azed liked to ramble on however and Sigismund was too nice to the man to interrupt him at such points. They had come to an understanding but Azed liked to defend whatever reasoning he had to the bitter end. What Rudi told him the other day probably flew over his head.

Or at least, he didn't take it into careful consideration. Unsurprising, given how some of the children are when he does the same thing.

"Wha- Are you accusing Sebas, Azed?" That upstanding young man? For whatever reason would be practice it? "He's been nothing but helpful." And as far as he was concerned, someone that carried himself properly, even with his barbed tongue.

He doesn't know what Azed was doing considering his lack of sight but he highly doubted it. Though, this may just be a grudge they had against one another. Sebas was never supportive of those he considered 'unwashed' and with Sebas being Claudia's servant- the very same girl that had 'slandered' Azed…

Well, such a conflict made sense to him.

But for now, being blind as a bat made it seem that there were only harsh words exchanged.
(Sigismund cos Gardios)
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[11:58] No movement.

Silence was all which befell this young butler as his attention focused forwards. Silver within his gaze stirring for a moment, watching as a piece of glass was exposed and peered throughout as he remained in place. His existence not one which brought about ruin to the natural flow of life itself, no more than a common boy which struck with power.

No.

Soon enough a hand would do little more than raise, stretching across his chest as body dipped into something of a bow. Sigismund and his questions offered no more than a moment of silence, to put aside this notion of distrust between student and teacher? He was made to humble himself, to stand on equal footing.

"Yes, Sir Sigismund. Azed and I have been at one another for sometime now, though I never quite imagined he would go so far as to accuse me of something so heinous."

Just a second of pause following those words, choking back that fear and sadness threatening to escape his tone.

"As such? I wish to make amends, to speak with one another and... Overcome our differences. I apologize for the need to exclude others, yet change can not come about with the influence of any but ourselves."

Again, his head simply shook as the young butler straightened.

"Come, Azed. Let's talk, hm? We can squash this petty rumor and cease our agitation with one another."
(Sebas)
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[11:59] What he had expected to be nothing more than a morning stroll amidst the corridors of Starfall, primed to seek entertainment whilst awaiting for his first class, the countenance of Jude soon comes upon an exchange of intriguing formalities.

Faced amidst each other pried the piercing gazes of the groundskeeper and Sebas.

A lack context only provided the Cirque with a miniature amount of information on what was transpiring.

Yet if he could guess, considering the previous altercations betwixt Azed and Sebas, this was either going to be interesting for the first few minutes and pitter to nothing, or something was about to happen.

Instead, he looks on, curious. A simply bystander if you will.
(Jude Cirque)
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[12:09] "Hmm ?"

The test in Azed's mind was inconclusive, knowing and remembering the feeling of Sebas aura on that day was more than enough to make him still continue in with the accusations.

Especially after one student indirectly confirmed what he saw on that day.

He knew that Occultists do not have be overtaken by emotion, he knew that occultists do not have to destroy lifestream, he knew users of occult do not have to be evil as well, but Sebas ? was an annoying hypocrite that was trying to corrupt others.

And it all just put even more worry into his mind, even more people he could not trusts, as if he didn't already trust Vanreths enough.

"Well there is an easy test, I can assure you, I myself was tested for witchcraft and occultism for … much, much less, just offering help to Tessa"

"Quite calming and quick one at that"

After all Azed was not a witch like he was accused off, holy energies carried calmness and soothing to them.

"Using Tessa's words, unless you are an Occultist ? Witch ? Ghoul ? or something of that sort ? nothing to worry about"

"So what do you say ? how about we with Sigismund walk to Osrona and get you tested hm ?"

"This can be resolved quite quickly, without even need to use words"
(Azed Bolim)
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[12:15] Judas Ravilla says, "Hng- a worthy opponent as always."
[12:15] Judas Ravilla exclaims, "You better watch out for when I'm older!"
[12:15] Sting says, "You're alright practice."
[12:15] Judas Ravilla exclaims, "I'm the best!"
[12:15] Sting says, "Eh, I have to hold back quite a bit."
[12:16] Judas Ravilla says, "Hng-"
[12:16] Sting says, "You're tough."
[12:16] Sting says, "I'll give you that."
[12:16] Judas Ravilla says, "I'll get tougher."
[12:16] Judas Ravilla says, "I'll see you around sparkly teach."
[12:16] Sting says, "I'm not a teacher."
[12:16] Judas Ravilla says, "You teach life lessons."
[12:27] Sigismund bit his lip. Sebas?

"Azed. The test isn't something painless. Whether or not the user is an Occultist." To his knowledge at least. He could be wrong and there could be other tests but he wasn't a member of the Faith but a Knight, despite how pious he was. And the miracle he created for Chadwick.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Well, since he already screwed the pooch, he might as well be up about it.

What kind of test Tessa did he didn't know, but the one he knew about was...well, intrusive and especially painful for both the occultist and the one that wasn't. But again, he wasn't a member of the Faith even if the two were so closely interlinked.

"It is also something he would have to consent to, Azed. If he is what you suspect him to be, he cannot be forced to do it. If he is willing, I could certainly ask Claramonde to oversee it." Or Tessa. Again, while he would have liked to believe Azed, he also knew of the man to sometimes blow things out of proportions.

He wasn't siding with one another, but he'd rather not put a young man through such a harrowing process for just speculation.

It's often why many Occultists are also treated far more 'easily' rather than the hard way.


(Sigismund cos Gardios)
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[12:33] Silent.

Gradually would his usual position soon break, that put together sense of self broken as a hand soon raised. Much as though he was mimicking Sigismund as fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose. What was a friendly extension to break bread having now become an assault of words, nothing more than rumors which hadn't once been proven.

"... I've been wounded time and time again, Sigismund. I have fought and put my all on the line for Claudia, never once did the sickness that was the occult reach from me." An audible clicking of his tongue soon following, that continued disappointment shining through that silver gaze as it came to focus upon the Knight.

"I expect more from you, Sir Gardios. I serve a noble, I would never give in to such fel influences. You know that."

Would be all he spoke to reprimand such a man. He who had placed his trust within Sigismund now being met with no more than a frown, he who had preformed miracles around such a school influenced by the voice of one such man. There could be no greater sensation of pain festering within his chest.

"No, I will not march to Osrona and undergo such a painful experience to sate your ego. I've come with an extension of friendship, Azed. Come to put aside this continued hatred which burns within you for me."

But a mere servant of nobility.

"I will ask again, will you speak with me in private so we might end these horrendous rumors you continue to spread?"
(Sebas)
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[12:37] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Oh, hey Sting. I didn't see y'there.
[12:38] Sting says in telepathy, Hello Jude, been here for a while now.
[12:39] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Oh, speakin' of. Were y'the one that taught Leo this?
[12:39] Sting says in telepathy, I was.
[12:39] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: He suddenly did the same thing to me and I was honestly surprised.
[12:40] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: I thought it was you hiding behind a bush.
[12:40] Sting says in telepathy, Nay, he took what I taught him and adapted it in a manner he was capable of accomplishing.
[12:40] Sting says in telepathy, It was my first success.
[12:40] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: That's... somethin'. That's for sure.
[12:41] Sting says in telepathy, What seems to be happening here? Azed believes that Sebas is evil or something?
[12:41] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: The usual, yeah.
[12:41] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Azed puttin' threats over Sebas.
[12:42] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Just normal groundskeeper bullyin' students behavior.
[12:42] Sting says in telepathy, I have something that I wanted to run by you, maybe when you have some time we could take a look at it?
[12:42] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Of course, we can after all this.
[12:42] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: I'd want to make sure my friend is at least...
[12:42] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Not reprimended for something he is not at fault for.
[12:43] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: *reprimand
[12:43] Sting says in telepathy, Of course, that was why I said when you have time. Azed has been a tough challenge for me over the years, but no longer.
[12:44] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Oh? Why's that?
[12:45] "The test is painless"

Azed said again, getting frustrated for having to repeat it so many times.

"You must be confusing it with cleansing, Sigismund I am talking about the test that is performed in the cave under the church, let me quickly explain it"

And with a cough to clear his throat and a deeper breath he continued.

"First you submerge most of your body in the waters that are there, second a quick prayer has to be performed"

"Third ? someone of faith lets magics of holy flow through your body, now this is not a intrusive flow as I said it is calming"

There was truly no pain to such test and Azed knew it well, only thing annoying about it ? wet clothes.

"It is not a painful experience at all and many times I have joked about getting tested again, since it is quite … nice feeling"

There were no lies within Azed's speeches, there was no reason for him to do so as always, each word, each sentence had a reason behind it.

"And I can assure you, even the most powerful magi can fall to forces of occult, even ones that were of Faith"

"But yes, perhaps we should speak first ? again I would prefer for you to come willingly for again Painless test to solve it all, but if that would be of no problem I would like a neutral party to be a mediator during out talk, as you can hear Sigismund here would fit that, not taking either side right now"

"Oh and Sigismund ? ask Tessa about the test when you see her perhaps ? with so many occultists around Academy feels like more people could know about it"
(Azed Bolim)
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[12:45] Sting says in telepathy, There have been times in our past where we did not share a fond view, things were neccesary at a time. Years ago, but I am finally stronger than he is.
[12:45] Sebas says, "... As I stated, no true change will come about lest we can speak with one another on even terms."
[12:45] Sebas says, "Regardless..."
[12:45] Sebas glances at Sigismund.
(Sebas)
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[12:46] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Sting, watch this.
[12:47] "You're talkin' awfully like y'know more than y'let on," the Cirque peeps from amidst the crowd. "Do y'know it's painless because you were a witch or somethin'? Who's t'say they didn't dunk y'in there and forced y'into the groundskeeper role as a punishmen-"

He pauses, a flabbergasted expression riddling over his features; as if he had realized something.
(Jude Cirque)
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[12:48] Azed Bolim says, "well I do want to speak, but just want a mediator to help us reach an understanding"
[12:49] Jude Cirque says, "I'm not believin' a words of a witch. Once a witch, always a witch."
[12:49] Sting had been silently observing for quite a while, he was trying to piece together everything that was being said from the collective in a manner to understand whatever was happening. So far, he was lost in thought.
(Sting)
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[12:49] But then Azed's gaze quickly turns towards Jude for a response.

"If I were a witch the test would have burned me, I am groundskeeper out of my own will but I was accused of being a witch yes, the fact I am still alive after it ? and the fact I can conjure point of bright holy magic ? proves I am not one of those things, ask Sigismund"
(Azed Bolim)
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[12:50] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: I'll catch y'up on this later if it helps y'understand it better.
[12:50] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: I don't blame y'if y'don't.
[12:50] Jude Cirque says, "Uh huh, your lies don't work on me, witch."
[12:50] Myrios ven Pelleaux says, "There we go."
[12:50] Sting says in telepathy, I would appreciate that, listening to Azed is similar to throwing a rock in the river and expecting it to float without magical influence.
[12:50] Myrios looks to Sigismund. He knows what's up.
(Myrios ven Pelleaux)
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[12:50] Azed Bolim says, "well hear out words of Sigismund then"
[12:50] Alexander Farrar asks, "... my lord?"
[12:51] Myrios ven Pelleaux whispers something.
[12:51] Myrios ven Pelleaux whispers something.
[12:53] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Okay that's probably the best analogy I heard all week.
[12:53] Sigismund wanted with all that he had to just walk away.

"You will not force him to do anything, Azed." He sighed out, finally. "If he wishes to talk it out, then go do that, Azed. Or not, I cannot force you to do that, either. But I am putting my foot down on this. Just because you are suspicious of the boy, Azed does not mean he is one."

And why would they bother Tessa or Claramonde about it, either? "Miss Claudai would be the first to know and the last person to harbor an Occultist. Not to mention that I've spent days cleaning the taint of Occultism from various artifacts, objects and whatnot that the children seem to be getting from their hunts." Where did they even get those?

"As far as I can sense, Sebas has neither of it." In any case, he didn't wish to discuss this anymore. He's already been through the ringer.

"Regardless, either you two talk this out or stop bothering Sebas,Azed." Not until the man could conjure up some proof that didn't involve the mans own words and him bothering the busy members of the Faith on mere speculation.

"I'll talk to Charlotte about the other thing, however. For now, this is over and done with."

He really should take a break. Go spend some time with his fiancé away from all this.

The sound of multiple footsteps however cause him to falter in his gait and he turns his attention to the sound of Myrios's voice. "Hm? Is there something you need, Myrios? Ah, I've still to treat you and Hain, don't I?"
(Sigismund cos Gardios)
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[12:53] Sting says in telepathy, I do make good analogies.
[12:54] Azed Bolim says, "Sigismund ... kindly clarify I am not a witch"
[12:55] Sigismund cos Gardios says, "Azed is also not a witch, yes."
[12:55] Sigismund cos Gardios says, "He wouldn't be breathing if he were."
[12:55] Myrios offers a courteous bow of his head towards the Knight. "Ah, yes, not four myself however, I can wait,"

"I'm afraid my Butler was attacked. Set ablaze. He needs a bit of treatment,"

He'd pat said Butler, Alexander, on the back.

Pat. Pat. Pat.
(Myrios ven Pelleaux)
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[12:56] The statement that condone witches seemed to have been directed at Azed. For, clearly, there was a look of unbeknownst caution passed upon the groundkeeper's direction from Jude's countenance.

The words of others might have been present, yet there was utter distrust within Jude's own standings. A experience had made him wary, perhaps?

Distrust had clearly been set in full motion.
(Jude Cirque)
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[12:56] Sigismund cos Gardios says, "I can heal all three of you."
[12:57] Myrios ven Pelleaux says, "Oh. If you are able, don't strain yourself however."
[12:57] Crow listened towards the whole conversation. The very idea that someone was a witch was strange, more so how Azed would know at all, but it was corrected that he was only suspected to be one. From that, Crow tapped Azed, attempting to get them to calm down for the moment. If anything they could only do so much as a student, but Crow was more known to try to keep Azed and Som on sea level more over with their minds goin everywhere.
(Crow)
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[12:57] The butler in question is visibly bleeding from multiple holes in his torso. His suit is scorched in places.

His legs hurt as well for some reason, but for him, the most pressing matter was the fact someone'd turned him into swiss cheese.

"I'd... appreciate the help." he says, grimacing.

What a day.
(Alexander Farrar)
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[12:59] "... You have my thanks, Sir Gardios."

Gradually his movements would once again fall, hand across his chest and body lowered into a bow. Such accusations brought to nothing more than a means to make Azed look worse, rumors which had begun to spread silenced by the blinding light which came from a White Mage.

"I'll not go against his words. I do believe we're done here, rumors which you've continued to spread? Will stop here and now as well." An audible clicking of his tongue as his form was brought to straighten once more. Stood as proud as one who served a higher purpose was meant to, not even the slightest imperfection upon his posture.

Such a stressful time was over.

"I'll be taking my leave, then. Should you wish to cease your fears of a child? We may speak in private whenever you overcome that obstacle, Azed." Turning away from this group and making his move towards the entrance of the gym. Boots audibly clicking beneath with each careful stride he took.

"Until then? You'll be known as the man which couldn't even muster up the courage to face those he slandered."

Pausing.

Just for a moment.

"I do hope you come around soon, hm? Until next we speak, Groundskeeper, Sir Gardios."
(Sebas)
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[13:10] Myrios ven Pelleaux whispers: (will afk follow for a few minutes, feel really ill
[13:10] Erika Soleis whispers something.
[13:11] "I am not scared of a child I assure you of that, I just wanted to you know, have a proper discussion with neutral party, but very well … there is a nice room right next to Arena's exit perhaps we could have a quick talk there ?"

"And I didn't want to force them to do anything, I assure you Sigismund"

But in truth ? he knew what family they were butler off before, what vile things were happening within it and as such ? he had to prepare defences.

But not physical ones.

He started with channelling the emotions that were opposite to Occultism, more to show off to the Cirque but he hoped that it would make Sebas think twice about trying to do anything.

He took a deep breath as he filled his mind with the focus that was strongest to him, family and one particular memory, when he had to hold down his father to not die just like his sister did.

He didn't even have time to grieve when he learned about Anser's death and the painful way she died for his father heard the same news and wanted to do the very same thing she did that caused her death.

'not you'

Was the phrase his lips and minds were screaming out, holding onto them in a hug, stopping them from walking up that damned mountain, the need to protect, the very thing that fuels holy magics, emotions that he let flow into his circuits to bind with mana and to come out into open palm of his hand as a single point of light.

Others could feel aura of this emotion, similar to one that holy magics have yet unrefined, not really yet being a proper magi but one that clearly was learning it.

"And as we said, not a witch"

But then his mind turned towards the very thing that caused accusations of witchcraft towards him, Telepathy, one that was quite paticualr, learned with help of a Fae, gentle one that rather than forceful intrusion was using vulnerabilities of the mind, slipping into cracks of natural defences.

Years of practice of it taught him a thing or two about how minds are accessed and even manipulated, the mediums used for such things and with that knowledge he focused on cracks of his own, especially emotions.

Hopefully it would all be enough to at least lessen effects of any attempts at influencing his mind, so far such defences worked during the ball as his body didn't move even during the magical songs.

"So … would you like to talk ?"
(Azed Bolim)
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[13:12] Sebas says, "Come along, then."
[13:13] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: Sting, I need to do something important. I need to pull a fast one.
[13:13] Crow says, "..."
[13:13] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: I'll catch you in the square in an hour, alright?
[13:14] Sting says in telepathy, Alright.
[13:14] Epis says, "Well that was something."
[13:14] Jude Cirque whispers to Sting: If I'm not there by then, something terrbile might have happened.
[13:14] Sting says, "Certainly."
[13:14] Sting says in telepathy, One hour.
[13:14] Jude Cirque says, "Catch y'later Sting. Stay classy."
[13:14] Sting says, "See you later, Jude."
[13:14] Aki Hellsing says, "Decent."
[13:14] {Item} You picked up Glowing Mushroom..
[13:18] Jude Cirque has placed Glowing Mushroom into the chest.
[13:18] Jude Cirque has placed Sludge (x70) into the chest.
[13:18] Jude Cirque has placed Water Crystal into the chest.
[13:18] Jude Cirque has placed Soothing Reed (x2) into the chest.
[13:19] Jude Cirque has placed Open Cape into the chest.
[13:19] Jude Cirque has placed Bluesteel Chestplate into the chest.
[13:19] Jude Cirque has placed Gold Earrings into the chest.
[13:19] Jude Cirque has placed Lion Jacket into the chest.
[13:19] Montgomery pyr Docro has placed Bronze Cap into the chest.
[13:20] {Item} You picked up Glowing Mushroom..
[13:20] Montgomery pyr Docro has placed Official Medic Badge into the chest.
[13:25] "... Azed."

Soon as such a man had entered this room, soon as no gaze would reach them? That sensation of cold would once again fall upon Sebas. Pulling upon the edges of his gloves as they were forced just that much tighter around his hands. Fists which could fell most any being at all - Consumed by a haze of mana while Sebas approached.

"I will be as honest as I can. As truthful as one in my position could possibly act. Without mincing words and attempting to hide behind some veil of peace.

I hate you."

Alone would such words be all he needed to confirm what was soon to come. Such a butler was one who was meant to slaughter those which stood in opposition of those they served. He who had long since prided himself on bending the knee to others - To taking out what trash had built and continued to pile upon high society.

"Yet, all this could have been avoided. All of this could have gone under theradar should you have simply done as I said."

He spoke not a word more.

His movements as such consumed by a pitch blackness now burning from those hands.

"... You could have hidden away like the vermin you are."

What followed was a screeching cry which pierced this room. Static which swelled from those hands as more and more of that mana was drawn. Aimed squarely for the head of this man which had proven little more than a headache.

"Die, Azed."
(Sebas)
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[13:42] "Hate ? such a particular emotion don't you think ?"

Azed was sure of his suspicions, only rarely being wrong as he was more than happy to delay judgement to gather more evidence, and in this case ? he was sure of it from the first day.

But he still did his work, from interrogating students to asking holy and spiritual teachers about more specific cases of occultism, as if the fact one of his friends that was a neth didn't provide enough knowledge already.

"Oh trust me I do not mind users of such magics, what you do with them, they words you speak ? hypocrisy when speaking about Maia ? the way you try to corrupt nobles with your words ? that is my problem"

This truly could have been avoided after all Azed didn't report it on the day he saw those magics, he needed a reasons to hate one in front of im, and they provided them in spades.

But then seeing how Sebas was preparing for something relaxation within his posture and circuits was replaced by tensing up, muscles ready to jump away while his mana ? portion of it focused within his satchel.

And as shadows were consuming Sebas it was becoming clear that his fears for being alone with this one were correct.

The screeching cry began and with it he grabbed onto his ears, trying to stop it while bark began growing onto his skin and inside of ears even trying to deafen himself for a moment.

Recovering from such auditory stun just in time as he saw aim upon his head.

A chain quickly emerged from the satchel that jumped and levitated right at the firing line hopefully at least slowing down to non lethal levels whatever Sebas was preparing.

But while it all was happening his hand reached into the satchel grabbing onto his revolver and quickly from the hip firing off an unfocused shotgun like wave of mana, just splattering and griming the room and Sebas with it without really damagingthem.

Hopefully giving him a second of a time to fully prepare for what is about to come.
(Azed Bolim)
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[14:06] Move.

Audible was the sound of bullets which struck back against occultic influence. Each sudden blow cracking against the bones of this man, each strike aiming to put him in the ground once and for all. Cloaked around each fist was that continuous influence of fel intent - That yearning and desire to see such a man put into the ground once and for all.

"Just."

He spoke as more and more of that raw emotion would be pulled upon. More and more of that yearning to see blood spilled now bleeding from this young butler. Anger, hatred, that sensation of duty which alone burned above all else. This was for Claudia, this was for her image that this man had sought to besmirch.

"Die. Die knowing you were right."

Being all he spoke as that flurry of fists continued to strike forwards.
(Reliever)
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[14:11] {Item} You picked up Invisibility Potion..
[14:17] Azed fought with all he could, a pacifist in life that never truly harmed anyone in a battle against someone that clearly wanted him Dead.

Even when facing Ebonblooded, bandits or dreadwoods he never was in the very thing he is right now.

A battle without any restraints or care for life of the opponent.

Even when others wanted to kill him Azed was able to usually tire them out or knock them out, something to stop the senseless violence but today ?

That would not be enough.

And with the last shred of kindness in his mind he would think towards his mother, one that was not related by blood or didn't even want to be called such title, one that even as of late saw uselessness in showing kindness to everyone.

And as he took a knee to recover from the first round he looked towards his satchel and focused his mana once more.

"This is … for you"

He said as a metal plate emerged from within his satchel just before Sebas would strike him again, on it some pancakes that she made him just yesterday, something he would usually give upon others, to spread her kindness but today ? he needed all the help he could.

And with a singular bite he send out the plate alone at Sebas figure, hopefully giving him just a moment as he prepared to actually Maim someone for once.

A spiked chain emerged from his satchel, slithering towards his free arm and wrapping around it as cylinder of his weapon opened up, and with milliseconds to spare and with his manipulation over metal he pulled out a casing that housed a rubber bullet, and replaced it with one that appeared to have armour piercing tip.

Something he designed as a proof of concept against strongest of Darkanite scales, against the second person in his life that wanted him dead.

And with a click the cylinder was back in place as another wave of mud was released as he focused to do whathe never wanted to do.

To actually harm someone in a way they would not recover with just time.
(Azed Bolim)
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[14:36] "... Again."

Voice audible as raw occultism boomed and shook this room whole. When each he struck he was met by stone which moved and bent as this man demanded, cleaving through all which stood in his path. Spikes which cleaved through his body no more than a nuisance at such a point - Blood he spilled long having been far from his own.

In her name.
For her.
Claudia alone.

His mind would continue to slam such reminders around as he struck. Even now his actions were for the sake of another - Even now his movements were against one which sought to tear down her name. Bloody and beaten, wounded and battered, alone that would be what drives this young man as those strikes continue on.

"Again, I'll remind you of a commoners place. Remind you of those who do not yet serve nobles and believe themselves equal."

One blow.

One blow was all he needed to cleave through Azed. Fist slamming straight through this man as that occultic pull continued to feast away at him. His mana, his soul and body alike all being gnawed upon as that fist pierced through his solar plexus.

Blood staining those gauntlets.

"Beneath a nobles heel. Underneath those who will change Esshar. You die here, Azed."

Such would be his proclamation as that hand pulled from the body of this man. Leaving him wounded and bleeding seemed like much more a fitting end than splattering his brains, to wither away as the occult feasted upon his existence. As all he once was and would ever become was gradually drawn back to Sebas.

"... You die by Reliever, none else."

Making his way out of the study with that bold proclamation.
(Reliever)
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[14:55] Azed continued his attempts at defending his own life … but it was far from enough.

Fighting against magics he had no experience with in battle, fighting against an opponent that had a goal of killing him, fighting against someone who was vastly different from anyone he fought before.

Even if his attempts at first showed success quickly he was overwhelmed by Reliever's power.

Azed was many things but fighter he was not, as if the battle was not stacked enough his old heart was beating faster with each second of the battle, stress getting into his brain clouding his mind.

With each strike his strength and will to fight was fading away as his body was beginning to give up and with this weakened state Reliever was able to cast one fatal blow.

A fist that carried vile energies of Occult, energies that were to some extend familiar to Azed with friends he had but this was different, and much deeper.

Not stopping, continuing to carve it'spath through his body until.
Crack

A blow to his very being, to one of the most valuable things to him, what connected him with lifestream and it's influence, the wellspring within him.

Azed fell down, beaten to a point of death … but thankfully he had helpers.

His concerned vines that never were truly under his command emerged right next to him, covering his wounds with their forms, lending him a sliver of their nature mana to grow bark around his wounds, just like he did with ears before the battle.

A temporary solution while the main problem remained, a strong occultic energy within him that was leaking out of his circuits.

Reliever could feel as if occultic aura around Azed.

His circuits ever since very close meeting with the void and botched attempts at healing injuries from it would leak out emotions and Occult ? was magics of just that.

He heard Reliever's words as he tried to keep this occultic energy from within his core, to try and manipulate it the same way he done while learning basics of holy magics, to keep him alive just for a moment longer.

Azed had no response, he could not utter a single word as Reliever was leaving, just quietly trying to mend his wounds just enough to survive until a medic sees him.

For now he had just one objective, survive.
(Azed Bolim)
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[14:58] "... Dead."

Not even a second glance was offered. Wounds which covered his body given a look for a moment, he could still stand. He could still walk and move without much any difficulty at all.

Just before Sebas aimed to take his leave?

That fist cloaked in that occultic pull would be summoned once more. Striking against his own stomach as blood fell from his features, the slightest groan of pain soon following there after.

"Only after defending myself from this vile groundskeeper..."

Leaning against the walls?

He stumbled right on out.
(Sebas)