Armed logs 8

Finally he had found someone. Andrew's posture was rivet-y, the blade carried with one single hand; Unlike his usual self, but at least he was trying to fight in a more standard position compared to how he usually went by when fighting monsters and the like.

Yet, finally his eyes were set on someone else, a warrior from Theria. The sword rotated around his hand, cosmic energy shimmering away from his own posture.

"Wait." As they finally get close enough, Andrew tries to get the first word out. "We do not need to fight. Lay down your weapons. No one has to leave this place hurt."

Of course, he had a bigger sense causing him to continue forward- And to even offer that much courtesy. "I understand if you can not or do not want to, however." The sword on his hand rotated, a few words muttered as it gleamed with cosmic energy.

He could not allow himself to be stopped out of empathy, and the same could be assumed from fellow soldiers- Even the ones that served Theria.
(Andrew Lancaster)
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[18:38] Arthur took a second as he looked at the power magi it was a shame to see that there was someone with such clean aura working for a city that was a monster underneath. He flapped his wings slightly as he looked at the teen and he was young to be fighting in this war, but hopeful he would have to kill him if it came to that. There was a chance that he might see that he was wrong in his war and leave here wiser to the way that Osronan was.

Running his thumb along his sword as he pumped his mana into it and it started to vibrate with the wind pressure he called to the wind as he let it cover his arm as he looked at the teen. May the dragon go with him for his had done nothing wrong, may the grant him the wisdom to leave the place that does not value his work.

May they grant his arm strength and his will bend it to steel as he fights.

"I can not for I will not shame the mountain with that. We will because we were order to do so."
(Arthur)

 Arthur took bit as he wiped the blood from his face that last fight hat left him with a good deal of damage but the war continues on after all there was still fights to be had and land to protect.

He turned and looked at the teenager another group that it seemed that he had to fight, he was getting tired of people calling others to war and not carrying who they were. Picking up his sword and he let out a whistle and pushed his mana into the blade it vibrated and hummed under his hand as he looked at them both. He didn't know which one was coming first but he was going to be ready.

"You are here and I will honor that spirit if only you would have joined the mountain we always need people with that kind of spirit."
(Arthur)
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[18:58]
Fun. These claws can be seen doused within the blood of her recent enemy- her lithe frame dancing about the fields of clashing blades and gnashing teeth. But if there is one thing that is certain...It is that she, most certainly had wanted to make matters all the more interesting for those that are around. "Seems like you're in the wrong place at the wrong time..." Regardless, she does not seem to immediately attack...Not until she gets closer anyways...

"C'mere, c'mere, c'mere…!" And once again, does she seem to be having fun. "This is only gonna hurt! A LOT!" But despite her own promises of pain, there doesn't seem to be any particular reason to capture him. Although, subduing him remains the same..

"Nope nope! And no spirits here...Not when you've got occultists. I gotta knock ya all out and keep the bridge so Osronans can do it's thingy thing!"
(Sunny d.)
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Blood.

It can be seen flowing upon her features. Where the mask upon her face threatens to crack underneath pressure- and brown strands hang loosely from the wig that becomes lopsided from the sheer amount of pressure of the hit that he had given her. "N-nnhhh.." He's strong, that much, she can admit. But he's not strong enough to withhold through the impossible, impeccable strikes of the Felinae.

For when blade meets flesh, he'd find searing flames licking upon his body. The molten earth hardening into rock...The flames bursting around both of their forms as she speaks.. "I think I'm gonna take you with me!" Promise is found within the way she threatens to end herself...

Holding him close.
Closer.

Until she, too, becomes the epicenter of a decadent, twisted explosion.

"BYE BYE! CRUEL WORLD!" Of course, he'd be caught in the blast. Terribly injured, but not deadly. Although, when the smoke and everything else clears...He'd find that she isn't nowhere to be seen.
(Sunny d.)
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[19:09] "..."

The dramatic entrance that Sunny does only causes the mask to roll its eyes behind the wooden mask, but.. in the end? The Spark only calls out to the masked woman.

"C'mere."

"Stop doing dumb shit an' let's go do something else. You're scaring folks around here and that ain't what we're paid for."
(Spark)
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[19:10] Arthur took a second as he made his way through the mine field that she was able to control it was something else to see a person create both lava and cosmic magic at the same time. It took him time to get close to her and even then it was a challenge to land a proper blow with the way that she fought.

He was caught off guard when she hugged him in the middle of a war but then she blew herself up. The force threw him into several tree as he got to his feet his ribs were very broken that much he knew.
(Arthur)