[18:23] Elred finally made it a little late from the looks the battle hasn't started yet lucky he didn't miss the battle. He'd look at all the warriors that showed up to battle and he only knew how some of them fought from previous battles.

Elred rested his hand on the hilt of his blade, overserving each of them and the different auras they beginning emitting. The reason there were here and why though were about to battle was know by the man; however, words seemed dead at this point.

They fought for balance? They fought to prevent witchcraft? There were plenty of different reason to fight, but he was sure everyone had their own.

Elred slowly begin tapping his foot on the ground, watching as the dust formed around his foot.

He prepared his mind for what's to come and he pictured various outcomes in his head. This war would teach a lot, but it would also take a lot from each side.

"The time is now and there is notturning back."

Elred was prepared mentally and physically, but would that be enough in this situation.
(Elred Yindove)
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[18:41] And with that, the fights have began! Mages versus mages, each representing their own side and beliefs!

As for the masked bard Cymbal? it seems that has everyone else spread to fight their opponents, he'll end up fighting one of the teraphims. A sigh is given out by him. Perhaps now that they are separated, at least away from hearing ears, he'll might be able to use words instead?

"I've learned to know that there are some among you who disagree with the ways Asta has been handling this, and I must say I agree. I could hear her distain for the rhoynish and the people of Ilburg with ease by the tone of her voice. There is no doubt in my mind, that should she go through with this, she'll kill every man, woman, or child- I've seen her wishing such on a girl, before." He speaks, trying his best to persuade, rather than initiate the first strike.

A last chance to try and end things with a more peaceful approach.

"Do you, truly believe that what she does is just?"
(Cymbal Tenor)
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18:45] Elred stares at the man in front of him and he was curious about his magic until the aura appeared. Elred seen mages with this magic fight before; however, he's never had the pleasure of fighting one of them himself.

He took it upon himself to learn the different magics others used to assist him better in battle, but now was the time to attempted his crystal defense he's been working on for a while now.

His body now clover in green and red crystal which made him slightly bigger than before, but not enough to hinder his movements at the moment.

Elred pulled his blade from his sheathe, taking a deep breath now getting himself mentally prepared for this battle. Elred needed to fight smart and avoid taking huge amounts of damage.

He called upon the spirits to watch over him and guide him to the end and with that his crystal armor hardened and he was prepared.

"If it's something I've learned it's that plenty of people point the finger without realizing they have their own flaws. You people rob and pillage and expected nobody to say or do anything even then this would happen in the future.

You brought problems among yourselves and when started attacking out people for whatever reason.

We all have our reasons for fighting."

(Elred Yindove)
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[18:52] A sigh is given out by the bard. Well, it was worth a shot.

"Perhaps, but as far as I know? There were no attacks until after Asta's declaration of war against Ilburg was given, and after enough time was given to her to clarify things before the deadline for a peaceful outcome with us, but never tried.

Instead, she rose an army- Can't say I blame the rhoynish for taking it the wrong way, especially when you take into account how she talks them down like the nobles and knights of Osrona."

With that said, it is clear now that there won't be a way to resolve this conflict between the two of them peacefully- And, to assist in this fight, he came prepared. Moving his mask just enough to reveal his lips, he'll take out a potion that was tied to his sides, and drink it.

Once done, he'll quickly throw the bottle away as he'll fix his mask back in place, strumming the strings on his guitar in preparation for the fight!
(Cymbal Tenor)
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[18:55] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Cymbal Tenor}
[18:55] ** Cymbal Tenor has inflicted an injury upon Elred Yindove. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **

[19:10] What is it with Cymbal, and his bad luck of fighting sword users?! Last time he fought one, he was defeated with relative ease, not having enough strength in him to just keep his enemy away.

It is a good thing indeed then, that there was at least one capable swordsman of which he could keep sparring day and night in preparation, because this time? Even while the sword manages to land on his skin, he proved capable enough to push his enemy aside as he plays his guitar, pushing his enemy both with heavy gusts of wind, and even outright manipulating gravity itself to push the teraphim away.

Still, it wasn't perfect. As the fight went on, more and more cuts were given to the bard, not helped by him trying with all of his might to defend his guitar before his own, else he'll be left much weaker- By hel, instead of letting one of the crystal shots hit his guitar, he moved it away and let it hit his waist instead! Though luckily, not at a lethal spot.

It became a battle of who would be able to land the final blow, who is more determinate enough to keep going despite their injuries, and finish their opponent off!

And for the bard? He has proven to himself to have enough determination to stand toe to toe to a rampaging lava being- What Feuer became, and he had to take down.

Compared to staring such a being mere inches away from his face? This time, he was able finish the fight off from a distance:

With each strumming of his guitar's strings, another tune, another chord is played. With each chord, another blast of wind or gravity strikes at the swordsman, pushing him away.

And with the final note? Came the last blow, a blast of wind pushing his enemy further into the sands, breaking through his crystal defenses and even cracking his ribcage!

The fight seemingly done, Cymbal would tip his hat to the teraphim out of respect for his strength- Even if he may not be able to see it-,and proceed to leave before he'll be able to get up.

Off the masked bard goes, to hopefully assist the rest of Ilburg.
(Cymbal Tenor)
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