[System]
Species: Twi'lek

Age: 25

Planet of Origin/Birth: Unknown, she doesn't remember.

Force Sensitive Y/N: Yes

Appearance:

(Training Lightsaber is Defunct and hidden.)

Skills/Abilities:-Healer- Although she is not a masterful user of the Force compared to even a Padawan, Ja'van is able to use it to help hasten the healing of injuries or slowing the rate by which they cause death. Enabling her to buy time to save lives.

-Ja'vi be Nimble, Ja'vi be Quick- Being a creature that is slender and light of feet, she is quite skilled in acrobatic feats. She treads lightly, and is adept in being stealthy and sticking to the shadows in patience waiting for a vulnerability to take advantage of.

-Speeder Bike Pilot- With the uncanny reactivity that force sensitivity has given her, Ja'vi is an insanely skilled Speeder Bike pilot.

-Still Learning the Ways - After abandoning Coruscant and escaping to the outer-rim to try and find and aid rebels, she has restarted the meditations she had came to know as a youngling. It has granted her extremely limited use of the force in the form of slight increases to reaction time and the ability to move small objects with the Force. Though she would only ever use it in the case of a truly dire emergency as it tends to get her noticed more than she'd like.

-Quick Wits that Stay Steady- Even though she is not very practiced on the field of battle, she has the uncanny ability to stay cool under significant pressure. Whether it's the ability to think clearly while under fire and similar situations.

-Small Arms Crack Shot- Having gained some practice while wandering the universe in search of the rebellion, Ja'vi has become quite a decent shot with some of the weapons. Particularly the pistol, as the Rifle often feels to cumbersome for her to like.

-Duelist- Even though she hasn't had much practice with a Lightsaber, she's quite good with various kinds of blades due to her nimbleness and dexterity. She carries a pair of Vibro-Blades (short swords) on her back instead, of which she uses with great effectiveness in close quarters combat. With such fluidity is this, that those who have seen her fight in such a manner oft say that she moves like a Jedi.

Equipment:- Blaster Pistol x 1
- Vibro Blades x 2
- Standard Issue Rebellion Helmet and Blaster Armor

Psychological Profile:Calm and steady of mind. Benevolent, but strict. Ja'vi cares deeply for those that surround her and does her best to insure their well being. If someone hurts those she cares for however, her tendencies can swing into the outright defiant...or even ferocious. The Tranquility of the Light Side is hard to instill within her.

History: Her first memory was the hand of a strange looking man reaching down to her amongst blinding sunlight.

As a child, she was swept up by the Jedi as a recruit during the horrors of the Clone Wars. They had discovered her to be rather credibly sensitive to the invisible will that governed the flow of life and will in the universe. Her midichlorian count was high, but not incredible akin to the masterfulness of Yoda, or the prodigal Anakin Skywalker. She was destined not to become a Master, she was destined to become a Knight.

She was barely a youngling when the insidious Order 66 was issued.

One of the very few fortunate enough to escape into the alleyways of Coruscant in the first few minutes of the Great Purge, Ja'vi lived a fearful life that was constantly on the run until she found someone who took pity on her. A Doctor, a kind, benevolent man who had taken The Doctor's Oath in ages past. He hid her away from those who hunted her, fulfilling the oath that he held concerning helping those in need. She lived in hiding then for many years until her adoptive father decided that it would be safer for them to move to the outer rim.

On the way there, she was separated from him in an unfortunate accident. From then on as a young teenaged girl living on the outer rim, she lived a life of risk and danger of falling into enslavement; until one day she won a Speeder Bike from an unwitting man in a game of chance.

This was the moment that she discovered her knack for such a task. Tearing through jungles and oft escaping death by mere hairs of a distance, the nimble girl took her talents to blurring past on-planet outposts of Imperial Guards as a small-time smuggler of small, insanely valuable and illicit goods.

So competent was she in this, that as she grew older, the former Youngling eventually obtained the attention of the Rebellion. They sought her for her ability to sneak past or outrun those who pursued her. And one day, she awoke not in the hovel of her hideout, but instead a eerily quite and cold chamber with a bag over her head.

Once she stirred, it was removed, and she was suddenly face to face with members of the Rebellion. More than willingly for the sins cast upon her from the past, she joined their cause. Thankfully they did not know what she actually was, and they paid fairly well. Through basic training she never fared well, except for in the close-quarters setting of combat.

There she became known as a monstrosity.

Not much longer, the former youngling would find herself on the front lines of a messy, bloody conflict; and she was more than willing to put her blades to work.

Yes, and:This is a bit of a writing exercise; how your character relates to the character posted above yours. It should be something incidental, and can easily involve antipathies and disagreements. It's almost like a 'how they met' sort of exercise.

[User]
"A jedi?" Saleen said as she cocked her head slightly to the side, taking a moment to simply stare at the twi'lek.

Although Ja'vi had originally met her with a sudden and harsh glare that was most unusual for the normally stoic alien, she now looked to be literally pleading with her eyes. Her eyes had grown almost to resemble that of puppy eyes, and Saleen felt that she was dangerously close to almost feeling genuine sympathy for the twi'lek!

"Please, you cannot tell a soul!"

Saleen gazed back at Ja'vi, whilst moving a hand up to rub her jaw as she contemplated the matter.

"Well, at least I finally got her to talk!"

She was not unfamiliar with the concept of jedi. Indeed, she had seen them in countless movies and video games back on her time during Coruscant, and even seen some on the street. That was at least until the new government had stepped in, and orchestrated something not far off from a holocaust against their order. She had never actually met a jedi face to face. The idea that she was now talking to one was both cool, and at the same time, a little worrisome!

Jedi were known for their dangerous lightsabers capable of slicing through any material, as well as wicked mind powers with which they could wreathe unfathomable destruction.

"Maaaaaybe I shouldn't be standing so close to this one! I mean, if she should turn hostile... !"

"I am going to assume that the thing you're trying to hide from me was a lightsaber, wasn't it?" Saleen asked with a slight smirk on her face as she gently nodded towards the twi'lek's clothes where she had last seen the cylindrical device. Tossing the door behind her a quick glance to see if it was shut, Saleen would look back at the twi'lek with a small smile.

"Can I see it?"

[Assistant]
Captain (Navy) Probos Hud was the new G-3 for Vanguard, replacing his rather more complacent predecessor after the latter's relief, and the sectors it operated out of, which was roughly the region between Ziost and Jabiim, with a broad mandate to disrupt whatever he could with the limited forces available to his command. The most important element of that mandate was to do whatever it took to prevent Mon Calamari, the planet that provided the Alliance's best shipyards, from direct attack or at least to make the theoretical supply lines for such an attack look too daunting to undertake.

So he wasn't impressed when a Captain (Army) Ornestes of Alliance Intelligence was briefing him on a botched mission involving one of his ships having to cut and run real fast from a Victory-class star destroyer that lay in waiting -- his forces, to the mind of the Duros, were supposed to be the ones with the element of surprise.

"Captain, I will make this clear," Hud told him in the straightforward way the Duros tended to have, the confidence of being one of the first starfaring races, "My predecessor was slack and sat on his ass and was happy to detach forces to your operations. I am not. I need every swinging tentacle in my command to carry out -my- operations. Also, that Ganatoo station mission was a wash on all fronts -- it was only because one Lieutenant Byron sent out a separate team to tap the traffic control at the same time that they were running this funny Hutt deal, acting like a palace guard for a washed-up crime lord, that my forces managed to discover the threat and got out."

"Be that as it may," Ornestes started.

"Please sit, Captain," Hud ordered/requested, "And allow me to explain the facts of life." Ornestes, who was something like three grades beneath a Navy captain, did so. It was hard to read Duros expressions, at least for a human, because they were blue-faced, golden-eyed and had no noses. It took a person experienced with their expressions to really read them. All the same, they were not some provincial species -- the Duros were far-flung, with colonies all over the galaxy, and their homeworld in the core. They often acted like they invented the hyperdrive, and certainly loved to make use of it.

"All Intelligence requests for my forces will be routed through me. The plans will be submitted to me. They will be vetted by myself and my staff before the forces you require are given their orders. I agree that uploading virii into the Imperial traffic control computers is a useful mission and will put my chop on it when I see an appropriate plan. By 'appropriate' I mean any plan that does not involve that Hutt."

"But sir, Slooga..."

"Is washed up and has a price on his head big enough for his former contacts to turn on him. He's not really a powerful Hutt Lord anymore. I am reliably informed that his ship is in the alliance with or without him. For the sake of appearances, we'll keep Slooga because he might be useful in the future, but have no illusions, Captain, we are not here to facilitate his grandiose plans of a return to glory. We're here to fight the Empire."

"Yes sir," Ornestes said, somewhat stiffly, "I understand."

"Good, now I'd like to turn your attention," he hit a button and the room darkened and a holodisplay came up, "to this; Operation Bantha Poacher."

The Intruder, a squadron of Y-Wings, Buccaneer squadron, and, of course, 1st Platoon in the vanguard...

[User]
Ja'vi - Show and Tell?

Behind her set jaw, there was a sense of worry that lingered in the corner of her mind. Was this woman going to report her or not? Instead of hated and suspicion that she thought would be there, the Twi'lek was met with something else entirely; something that she didn't expect.

There was curiosity.

Whether or not it was genuine was another matter, but the woman wanted to see something that she had kept hidden from so many. Yet with her inquiry came a slight, weary smile from Ja'vi. It wasn't as if she had a choice now in this moment, she had to take the chance with this woman. Otherwise, the consequences could even be more dire.

Reaching into her loose-fitting robes, she retrieved the long, slender device. Carefully, she set it into Saleen's outstretched hand for her to inspect it.

"It isn't a full-fledged saber." The former youngling softly stated, looking upward at the behemoth of a human woman. "It was only a training saber from my days as an initiate, nothing more. Even still, it's dysfunctional and broken. With a new gem I could make an actual Lightsaber...but that is proving to be a task beyond my ability."

Once Saleen had held it long enough to make the Twi'lek nervous, she lightly plucked it away from the grasp of the human and tucked it back away beneath her clothing.

"It...it doesn't matter. I'm simply here to help the rebellion as best as I can. That is all that matters. Shall we move on?" Motioning for the human to follow, she gracefully strode through the corridors of the Intruder to arrive at the ship's armory. There, she would scavenge through the last of the spare parts that had been retrieved.

More particularly, a newer battery for her blaster pistol. She had never been a fan of rifles or heavier weapons. Too heavy, too cumbersome, and too showy. She preferred subtlety for a reason, after all. Blades rather than blasters, even her pistol was more of a last support.

If only she could find a smaller, compact power source for her other work in progress...


[System]
Age: 17
Height: 5'9 (1.75m)
Weight: 161 lb. (73kg)
Path: Both.

Weapon: Default unarmed, but competent with various Chinese variants.

Personality: A fairly, some would say too, laid-back individual. Yori is very much an observer rather than someone who likes to get involved and get his hands dirty. While not adverse to hard work, given his chosen path, it's not his natural response to most situations. Something has to catch his attention first, or involve his vested interest.

Hard to rile up, he maintains his disposition until situations begin to escalate out of hand too fast for his liking. Under those circumstances his laid-back mannerisms disappear and Yori becomes decisive and serious. Unafraid to step on others' toes if it solves the problem, he demonstrates a brute methodology that clashes with his usual mannerisms.

Biography: Was it his grandparents or great-grandparents that were survivors of the original Hikari and Kurai conflict? Eh… it didn't really matter, but essentially martial arts were kind of a big deal for his family. Given they stood as the winners of the conflict, the styles of Hikari were passed down from generation to generation. Yori was no different and his training began at a young age.

Yet he was different. The practice of martial arts naturally drew out the Yang in his soul and awakened Yori to his first style of magic. Balance in all things though, and with his expression of one half of the soul the other naturally wished to follow. Instinctively he tapped and drew out the black fire manifestation of his Yin to the surprise of his family. With only old manuals and transcripts to go off of though, Yori was forced to adapt. His Kurai style was nowhere as pure, relying and utilizing the movements of his Hikari style, but as a martial artist he continued to develop.

Eventually, the natural thing to do of course was to allow Yori to attend the academy. All the more so since its latest headmaster allowed for both styles.

Martial Art Style
1.) Bajiquan = A style that uses explosive, short-range power, famous for its elbow strikes. Yori primarily uses this style for offensive purposes, using Baguazhang footwork to move himself into positions that make his strikes all the more deadly.
2.) Baguazhang: More specifically the Yin Style in which footwork and striking are distinct from one another. Meshes well with his Bajiquan practice, turning the circle into an optimal position, striking quickly, and continuing to move.

Magic Style
1.) Light Form = "The ability to undergo a transformation to a powerful light form." By tapping into the Yang of his soul, Yori is shrouded in a glow of white energy. While in this state he boasts increased defenses and naturally regenerates at a visible pace. His touch can heal if applied properly, but strikes meant to harm will disrupt the flow of energy within his opponents and render them unconscious.
2.) Dark Form = "The ability to undergo a transformation into a powerful, and more sinister form." On the other hand, by tapping into the Yin of his soul Yori is covered by what looks like black fire. He strikes harder and faster, and each of his blows drive a portion of these flames into his enemies. The energy eats away from within, disrupting their ability to move at first and even resulting in internal damage. They also naturally burn away at the magic of others, offering him some modicum of magic resistance.
3.) Yin & Yang: Together as One = Black flames flicker on his arms and legs and within his eyes while a shroud of white energy envelops the rest of his body. The benefits of both forms gathered into one, it puts a heavy strain on Yori to sustain though. His attacks are that much more devastating as both effects materialize, conflict, and rip apart his enemy's body though.

[User]
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap! thought Yoshino Hikaru as he rushed to get his standard gi on.

Behold, dear readers, one of the fools -if not THE fool- of this story: Yoshino Hikaru. As one can tell, his day was not off to a good start. He overslept, and now he's paying for it. He had already resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be late, but if he was going to be late, he was going to make sure that was absent from the class for the least amount of time possible! So he did what any normal teenager would do...He rushed.

He was running over to his class room with his half his gi on, and the other half flapping like a flag as he desperately tried to reach his arm through it while running. There were very few people he had to dodge as he ran past them. Maybe they were students, maybe they faculty, but at the moment, they were just obstacles. One type of two that appeared just to keep him from getting into that classroom. The other obstacle was anything that the thin, but sturdy and strong rope, tied around his arm could catch onto. There were a few times where he had been yanked on the arm, because the thing snagged on something.

Still, he eventually made it to the entrance of the classroom. Breathing heavily for running without an intended break left him out of breath. He took the time to catch that breath, while fixing his gi. Hikaru listened closely to the inside of the classroom, and found that he was correct. He was late, and they had started without him.

With a sigh, Hikaru made himself known to his classmates and teacher. He scanned the room to get a good look at his classmates and teacher. His almost eerily small pupils darted around from student to student. It was just as he suspected. Some of the most gifted and talked about students were in this class, and everyone else was just as determined as they were to become the best.

It was actually kind of disappointing that he was alone in the determination department, but Hikaru showed no sign of that disappointment. Instead, he moved on. He felt it was better just to ignore such feelings until class was over.

He looked over to the teacher, and found that this guy seemed skilled. A lot more serious about doing a task than the other teachers he ran past. This one also looked...familiar. Hikaru couldn't quite put his finger on it, but this teacher seemed VERY familiar.

...Oh well. No sense in wasting time staring at a guy.

Hikaru bowed his head and proceeded to say,

"Apologies, sensei! I have no excuse for being late!"

[Assistant]
[Day 1 - Monday - 10:00 am]

Sin'chi realized the other students who were late and this disappointed him. If one was to arrive late to a battle field, the enemy has already won. He turned at Yoshino and shook his head, waiting for him to take his seat. Afterwards, he turned his attention back to Amy who mentioned how well she could control her energy. This is a good a sign because confidence can also win battles…but if used incorrectly it can also determine your defeat. Then Yoshito mentioned how well he could control his energy as well and also mentioned that he knew his strengths and weaknesses, which was also good. Hajime smirked at them all and said…

"It is good that you all know your energy well, but one cannot win battles if they cannot keep their energy under control for long periods of time. Amy and Yoshito both claim they have their energy in tight format, very well. I will show you something and I want everyone to come up to the front of the room and stand side by side and perform what I am about to show you one by one." He finished.

Standing at the front of the room Hajime closed his eyes for a bit. His body was relaxed and his muscles were not tense. Immediately after opening his eyes, there was a bright light that became visible through his pupils but it wasn't enough to blind them. Suddenly, his body began to show a light blue aura that circled around him. Turning around with his back to the class, he walked to the wall that possessed the chalk board and placed his right foot on the board. Seconds later he began walking on the wall and on the ceiling while keeping his posture calm. He walked among the ceiling in the middle of the row of desks, right above everyone in the classroom and crossed his arms while smirking. The aura that was around his body was still there but his eyes stopped shining with light. His dark brown ponytail hung loosely pointing down toward them.

"Energy is not something that should be considered third party; it is something that should be meshed within your body. Your energy is like a second sense rather than a tool to be used. Amy, Yoshito and everyone." He said before cutting himself off.

He back flipped from the ceiling until he landed graciously one top of one of the empty desks. When he flipped from the ceiling it almost seemed as if his body was floating rather than falling. Hopping off the desk he walked back to the front of the room, calming the aura that was around him. Hajime continued his speech.

"Come to the front of the classroom and stand side by side. I will teach you the proper positioning before you demonstrate your energy. Once you demonstrate your energy I want you all to do as I did and stick to the ceiling." He finished and waited.

(Depending on your path, your aura will either by light blue - Hikari, or dark purple - Kurai.)

[User]
Kaori must have dozed off their for a minute or two. By the time she'd raised her head, yawned, and was prepared to give her name as she was asked with everyone else, a horde of people began storming through the doorway to meet with them. A small groan came from the girl, who flopped her forehead down on the desk loud enough for a heavy thunk! to be heard. As the rest introduced themselves, she made mental notes of their names, and only briefly looked at their appearances. She hadn't even looked at the two who were already there. One looked like he was just trying to be depressed, what with the ratty grey gi and chain belt. Her gaze slowly turned to the girl ahead of her, who looked both unassuming and unintimidating, even with the knives placed on the desk. It would have been smarter to keep them on her, or at least partially hidden. Kaori huffed, then turned her attention to the girl with the sword. Everyone coming in and showing off today, was it? Turned the attention off of her so she could nap, so that was all that mattered. Then came the boy. Young, deep voiced, apparently liked to read and spoke shortly. Clearly it was someone who was either overconfident, or someone who just didn't give a rat's ass. Either way, he'd learn the ropes from someone. Not her, but someone. The next one to come in was strangely plain and boring looking compared to the rest. Which made him odd in and of itself.

The teacher - who turned out to be the headmaster - gave them some packets to find out where they would be sleeping, and asked something about how well they could use their power. She couldn't even get a chance to do anything as everyone kept talking and talking and interrupting until she once again thumped her head against the desk. When she looked up, not only was yet another one of them running in to class - extremely late, mind him - but the teacher was doing something else too. And now he was on the ceiling with a glowing aura, and then back on the ground and challenging all of them to do it.

She muttered something indistinct and unflattering, then stood from her seat and walked slowly towards the wall. The trick was a simple one, a parlor trick as the monks would tell her, but she wasn't going to do it on the first try. She slowly built up a small bit of her energy, enough to where she wasn't even growing an aura, and began trying to balance on the wall, or at least get a grip on it with her foot. At first, her foot kept sliding off, causing her to squint and frown. After a few seconds, she finally stuck, and was able to get her other leg off the ground and on to the wall. Unfortunately, balance was not her strong suit, and so she tilted back towards the floor and bumped her head on the ground, causing her to lose focus and drop the rest of the way. Color went right to her face, and what little power she had shown went away quickly. Kaori stood, brushed herself off, cleared her throat, and moved away from the wall quickly while the others were making their attempts. She'd try again in a little bit.

[Assistant]
"Well this is hardly a good first impression," Yori murmured to himself as he tightened the belt around the school issued gi. Despite his words, he seemed to be in little hurry, taking his time to slip on his sandals and actually leave the transit room. He didn't leave normally either being well aware the secretary for the building would probably give him a mouthful. Instead, he popped open the window and weathered the second floor drop with ease.

As he brushed himself off and stood, Yori scratched the back of his head at the sight of his temporary room's open window. "Ah, I'll probably get warned for that…" A concern for a later time he supposed as his focus at the moment was the class he was already late for. With a good idea of the Academy's layout already in mind, he closed his eyes for a moment to find his position, the classroom, and how he would get from A to B.

Unsurprisingly, the Academy's grounds were mostly empty at this time with the majority of students and staff in class. He sort of expected some staff members to patrol the school grounds, but was pleasantly surprised that he managed an uninterrupted jog to where the classrooms were located. The only problem was that he didn't really have an idea of which classroom out of the numerous was supposed to be #4. Beyond the tidbit that their homeroom teacher had yet to be assigned as of yesterday, Yori figured he would just have to take a peek here and there to figure things out.

Evidently his luck would shine through as the first window he tried proved to the correct room. His eyes strayed to the front of the classroom and the blackboard, reading what was written. 'Huh… did not expect that,' he thought to himself because honestly there was something a bit off with the Headmaster acting as a substitute. Nonetheless, he sat onto the window sill, gave his sandals a good tap to get the dirt and dust off, and swung into the classroom. With a wave, grin, and shallow bow, Yori said, "Apologies for my tardiness Headmaster. Or would sensei be more appropriate?" He didn't bother to wait for a response before he raised his head and looked at the other students that would be his classmates for the year; a varied bunch to be certain at first glance.


[System]
Sex: F

Age: 17

House: Dark Magician House

Appearance: "Very well. Please, show me something amusing."

Duel Disk: Ayami's Duel Disk is shaped a bit like the section of a snowflake, with a design similar to this one. It is a light blue bordering on white, and reflects light similarly (and thus shines when in use).

Personality: Ayami is a bit of a cold person and often comes off as somewhat emotionless at times, causing people to tend to not wanting to interact with her more often than not. As a result, she spends much of her time reading books and stories or watching duel replays online, which only furthers her image as a 'person who acts as if she is higher than everyone else'. That's not really the case, though; while she does have money and does seem like she is disinterested in most things, it does not affect her opinion of people. As a result, Ayami does not hold back against any challengers, for that would not only be disrespectful, but also quite irritating upon herself.

History: The child of an investment banker and a writer, Ayami's life was spent in relative solitude and luxury. She was always surrounded by books and stories that her facter (the latter) would always read to her, planting a deep-seated respect for literature that would keep fast into her adolesence. While her family did have enough of an income to purchase whatever they decided on (within reason), Ayami never desired anything. While her mother was perfectly okay with that facet of Ayami's personality, her father was thoroughly confounded and sought to figure out what his daughter wanted (because it was admittedly difficult to obtain gifts with more variety than 'book' and 'foreign book'). His problems came to a close when he saw Ayami holding a Yu-Gi-Oh card one day and seemed to be looking at it with some degree of intrigue. Taking this as an opportunity, Ayami's father quickly got to work buying cards to assemble his daughter a deck that would work well with the card she seemed to be so curious about.
Years came and went, and Ayami continued to refine that deck ever so slowly before her father suggested she try enrolling in the Saotome Duel Institute, which itself was a sugegstion of one of his old friends. With no real reason to decline, Ayami accepted the offer and has been studying there ever since.

Wish: To find life more 'exciting' than it is now.

Deck: * 2x Manju of the Ten Thousand Hands
* 1x Ariel, Priestess of the Nekroz
* 1x Dance Princess of the Nekroz
* 1x Shurit, Strategist of the Nekroz
* 1x Ghost Ogre and Snow Rabbit
* 1x Effect Veiler
* 1x Nekroz of Decisive Armor
* 1x Nekroz of Trishula
* 2x Nekroz of Valkyrus
* 1x Nekroz of Gungnir
* 2x Nekroz of Brionac
* 3x Nekroz of Unicore
* 2x Nekroz of Clausolas
* 1x Hira, Light of the Nekroz*

* 1x Night Beam
* 2x Reinforcement of the Army
* 3x Preparation of Rites
* 2x Nekroz Mirror
* 2x Nekroz Kaleidoscope
* 2x Nekroz Cycle
* 2x Twin Twisters
* 1x Pot of Dichotomy

* 1x Storming Mirror Force
* 1x Solemn Strike
* 1x Dimensional Prison
* 1x Bottomless Trap Hole
* 1x Nekroz Altar*

* 3x Herald of the Arc Light

Hira, Light of the Nekroz [Solar Legacy]
Level 2 Spellcaster type Effect Monster
500 ATK / 1000 DEF
While this card is on the field, all Nekroz Monsters on your side of the field gain 200 ATK.

Nekroz Altar
Counter Trap
When a Monster Special Summoned from the Extra Deck would activate it's effect; negate that target's effect, then you can add one Nekroz Monster from your Graveyard to your hand, except a Ritual Monster. If this card is in the Graveyard: during either player's turn, you can banish this card from your Graveyard; Tribute Monsters from your hand or your side of the field, then Ritual Summon 1 "Nekroz" Monster from your hand whose level exactly equals the total Levels of those monsters. You can only use this effect of "Nekroz Altar" once per turn.

[User]
Ayami shook her head no in response to Matt's question; browsing the shop was simply her priority, and her one-track mind had ended up leading her to want to buy packs. As it was right now, though, nothing in particular caught her eye. Nothing too important to buy as of yet, it seemed... Which was fine. For now, she could just buy a box or something; the problem then, though, was picking which box to pick...

"...Hm... I can't make this choice. Too many to pick from," she sighed, shaking her head before turning to Matt. "Pick a set for me, please."

Before she could go back to looking through the displays for something interesting, though, another group standing off to the side seemed to be vying for her attention. The girl, apparently enough, was trying to goad her into Dueling someone...

Which, considering how she had just forfeited the tournament... Probably wasn't going to have any major significance in the end.

"Ah... I don't believe I've the right to challenge anyone for this tournament, to be quite frank," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Rather than that, I've come here to look for cards to make my deck better; that would imply I don't believe it would have enough strength as it is, no?"

Something about the other girl's demeanor made Ayami thoroughly wary--she couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly, but that premonition was enough to keep her wary for the moment.

[Assistant]
Kyou@manapool1

Carnel was a bit disappointed to see that the Duel would not be happening, but that was fine. There would undoubtedly be plenty of other opportunities to gather information. "I don't mind at all. Lead the way," Carnel responded to Rumi's invitation. Carnel also accepted her cookies and took a bite out of one. They were a bit hard and crumbly, nothing like the soft and chewy ones he was used to eating back home. However, he attributed that to the fact that the ones he ate back home were usually fresh out of the oven. Besides, it wasn't like it tasted bad. He popped the rest into his mouth, savoring it before finishing it off.

[User]
Bug@GarlandDaHero

Professor Furiko waited silently as the Ghoulish Rider and Sinful Sleuth searched between the buses, finally finding what he was looking for. Though he had noticed the student attempt to break in, the robot professor did neither assist nor stop him. It was as if he were anticipating something.

Then, in Tekkan's view, a blue Toyota truck with various tools in the back had parked just in front of the school's gates, and out of them, a tan-skinned, gruff looking Japanese man, who slid out of the truck with a toolbox in hand. Clearly, he was a mechanic.

"Hey kid. You're one of the students here right? If you are, I'm gonna go in. I'm one of the school's mechanics."

"Ain't no worries baby girl. What you doin' changin' yo deck right in the middle of the thing though? I don't know if it be cheatin'. Ain't no rules saying you can't..." the girl tapped her chin for a second... "actually hey. That ain't a bad idea. Maybe I'll do it next time."

[Assistant]
Using a sensitive touch and keen eye, that enigma wrapped around in riddles and clad in pure black known as The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell and Sinful Sleuth felt something in exhaust pipe of the bus. Konstantinovich mused, "Every dame has got got her secrets, what're you hiding in that sensitive area?" The Demonic Detective placed his fingers in the exhaust pipe and continued to feel around,

"Oh. I know you're hiding something, and I'm gonna take it." Fyodor said as he fished out a ring with keys on it. There was certainly an expression on The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell's face underneath that helmet; but that was just between him and the Devil.

"But why would a key-ring be hidden there...? The case grows even more curious than that forty-percent scrapmetal robot." Fyodor mused aloud as he walked around back to the front of the bus.

"Now let's see if we can get a closer look here." spoke The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell and Demonic Detective as he began going through the assorted keys and looking to see which ones were similar to the bus lock. The Sinful Sleuth began testing these 'probable' keys by inserting them into the lock and trying to open the bus.

[User]
@Blight Bug

Glad to finally see some action, Tekkan grinned, booting up his Duel Disk as the man came closer. This guy would regret coming between him and his leader.

"Sorry, sir, but if you want inside, you're going to have to duel me first and win. No proof of membership needed." Of course, the man could very easily force his way past Tekkan, but where's the fun in that? It was a DUEL academy, after all.

"Unless you don't have a duel disk, of course." Tekkan shrugged sarcastically in an attempt to mock the man. "In which case, just beat it. We don't need your kind in there unless you have business with The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell."

[Assistant] Rumi smiled looking at Lua open up his hands for a few of them in comparison to Carnel just taking one and put a few in Lua's open hands and quickly decided to apologize in advance to Lua "Sorry if their not fresh from the oven they are a day old after all but I can always make more if you want, just feel free to ask. Oh I know I can let you try my signature Sweet Bread!" Rumi added and excitedly suggested them to try out her favorite recipe then looked ahead towards the most likely place for duelists to go "Onwards to the cardshop! I can smell duelists there already!" Rumi jokingly said leading the 2 older boys towards the academy's cardshop

[User]
Lua ate like a squirrel, his eyes darting left and right, nibbling quickly, his hands holding all the food, his back hunched. It was hard and cool, just the way he liked them. When she spoke he nodded and was surprised how many sweets she wanted to give to him. As they walked he finished his meal and swatted the crumbles off of his hands. When she motioned to the card shop, he grew giddy. He had much in terms of money, perhaps he could buy cards, and to finally get a duel in would be wonderful. He moved significantly faster now, wishing to see what was inside. He was eager, and it showed in the way he moved, like a kid to a candy shop.

"Can you smell what kind too? Oh, I hope they're good! Maybe I can pick up some better cards- what do you suggest?"
Kyou

[Assistant]
Matt Ronwell

@PKMNB0Y

Matt laughed, "Decision making isn't so hard. Let's see what a good looking pack is..." Matt's voice trailed off as he glanced over the horde of assembled packs. "Hey this looks cool." He said, grabbing a pack. "Well I mean it's called Epic Dawn, it's gotta have some nice stuff in it right? Here i'll get one too." He said turning around to see Ayami had engaged in conversation with a confident girl standing in front and a somewhat more shy guy hiding behind her. Seemed she Ayami to duel her friend. Matt stepped up next to Ayami and handed her the pack he'd picked out, pocketing the one he'd taken out for himself for the moment.

"If it isn't in the rules it isn't cheating and it wasn't mentioned at the start which means its fair game." He said with a cheery wink at the black haired lass. Not that he expected her to care, if anything he expected a harsh rebuttal from the way she was looking at Ayami but you could never tell. It certainly never hurt to be friendly. "I'm sure some of the people hiding on the fringes are watching people and adding cards just to counter them before starting a duel. People do whatever works." Matt personally didn't feel the need to bother with such things, but he wasn't as committed to winning as some people were. A fine duel filled with excitement was more than enough for him.

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"It's not cheating if I'm already out of the tournament, either," Ayami responded, taking into account Matt's choice of pack before nodding her head and placing a few bills on the counter for the shopkeeper to take. "In any case, six packs of Epic Dawn--three for me, and three for my friend here."

As she waited for the cashier to obtain the requested items, Ayami turned to look over at the girl once more before shrugging her shoulders.

"I think you can only go so far you can go with that sort of tactic, though. It might be better to keep to a single tactic in the long run, but keep a variant of the Deck in your back pocket as a backup. Otherwise, you run the risk of losing track of what you're running, and then everything likely devolves into a giant mess before you have to rework everything from the bottom up again."

That was purely speculation on her part, though; in any case, a Duel as part of the tournament wasn't an option for her any longer, so there was no harm done in discussing something like this in the meantime.


[System]
Title: Witch Knight

Age: 34

Height: 5'11

Weight: 215 lbs

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Salt and Pepper

Gender: Male

Lineage: Human

Class: Berserker

Side: Black Talon

Skill: Swordsmanship, (Basic) Multilingual, (Lore) Medicinal Herbs, (Basic) Field Medicine, Charisma, Staying Alive

Weapon(s):

Long Sword, 31 inch blade, 10 inch hilt, 3/4ths inch crossguard

Bec de Corbin, 28 inches overall, secondary weapon

Misericorde, 5 inch blade, 4 inch handle

Blued Steel Armor:

Helm:
Mail Coif
Steel Bevor (Neck/Chin Piece)

Shoulders:
Steel Spaulders

Bracers:
Leather Bracer (Right)
Full Steel Vambrace, Gauntlet (Left)
Leather Gloves

Chest Piece:
Mail Hauberk
Steel Gorget
Leather Brigandine
Extended Arming Doublet

Leggings:
Mail Leggings
Steel Greaves, Cuisse, Sabatons
Leather Boots

Emblems:
Etched at left pauldron, and center of gorget

Dyed white into black arming doublet

Background:

A man of common birth, Kirian Varlos has earned some renown as a sharp blade and a cunning sellsword in the back alleys of Drodrolis and in the trenches of the besieged alike. He's what you could call a longtime company man in a business where life is cheap and battles are short, working over merchants and traders with a dead stare and the promise of steel at home, and surviving engagements against all odds in the fields, though the same is often untrue for others in his sorties. For this budding myth of unkillability, Kirian Varlos has earned the title of the Witch Knight, favored by women and perhaps something altogether more sinister.

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Ioetta nodded in response to her comrades. She cracked her neck to one side and rolled the shoulder of her left arm. Favoring it somewhat due to an earlier glancing blow which had left behind marks and indentations in the armor. Then without further hesitation Ioetta held her kriegsmesser in her right hand and began moving forward. Working to quickly close the 23 or so meters to the stagecoach abandoned in the center of the bridge. The sound of metal gently bumping against into metal echoed as the Silver Shield defenders moved up mixing with the cacophony of their feet on the hard flagstone and the screams across the east end of the city.

Lady Ioetta knew once they began to near the enemy would become aware of their presence. Stealth would be no real aid here, but speed would be. Coming to the front of the stagecoach Ioetta slowed her steps as she stopped before an overturned crate. She took a position along the left hand side and waited.

Without turning her head away from that side of the coach, she gestured for one of them to hold the right side of the coach with a wave of her right hand. At least with three of them they could have one reserve member if one side began to falter. She stood so that the coach blocked her profile until one had nearly rounded the corner-- standing just 6 feet from the driver's seat. Standing so that the crate would block underneath the stagecoach. She hardly wanted her feet shot out from under her in case the enemy had come armed crossbows.

She felt her heart hammering in her chest as sweat beaded down her forward. The adrenalin already coursing through her body in anticipation for the violence soon to follow. She slowed her breathing and waited. There was nothing else left to do for now.

[Assistant]
There it was - the sound of footsteps, quickly approaching from the other side of the bridge. Unsurprisingly, their intrusion didn't go by unnoticed - but at least it spared them of the need to creep around. Gernev halted, eyes quickly darting to the palace gates ahead, then down to the coach, confirming that neither of the positions were taken by archers; relived, he threw all caution to the side, breaking into a run headed straight for the coach.

The orc simply bashed down its door, ramming it in with the full weight of his armor-clad body, but then paused just before entering, turning round to face his comrades. Gesturing Phia to stay hidden, quiet and come inside the coach as well, he peered through one of its windows to capture the enemies' positions, and picking a safe moment to do so, hopped right through it, landing with a sharp metal clank from his plated boots. Setting his left foot forwards, heel in line with the right foot's toes, he took a bold, daring stance, mace hanging low, the arm holding it as if almost lazily relaxed, while raising his longsword overhead, in a manner similar to the Ox stance. Hopefully, by that time, Kirian would be making his entrance as well, and together, they could draw all the guards' attention, letting Phia slink into the coach unnoticed.

One of the slivers of his combat savvy, gathered over years spent in raids and military campaigns, told that the best use for a bow and arrow was ambush, and only second best was keeping the enemy at bay. If all went well, for all the hails of steel that felled the Black Talons from Xoni's walls, it would be the Silver Shields who'd be cursing archers in this battle.

[User]
With each step they took, Lars' voice carried as he uttered a prayer to Graff, the God of war and battle. Each word echoing as the chaos outside the walls dimmed a moment. The soft clank of the chain armor, and the beat of the sword pommel against the shield, enhanced the prayer as they kept time with his cadence.

"You are called Gangleri,
Wandering God,
at home nowhere and everywhere;
You are called Sigtyr,
brilliant in Your battle-glory,
born to conquer, to possess the world;
You are called Grimnir,
and by vitki Yggr,
in honor of Your terrible time upon the Tree.

You are known by these and many other names,
and the paths to You are many.
We praise them all, that You may savor
in each of Your guises,
and by whichever name pleases You the most
the fermentation of our spirits.

May these words please You oh God,
and may You bestow upon us,
whose mouths overflow
with adoration and praise,
the terrible grace of Your blessing."

As he finished he prayer, Lars was at the coach, on the eastern most side, the shield pressed against the back of the coach. It was clear that the enemy was upon them. The stench of Orc filled the air. It was a rotten, putrid smell oozing from their pores; a stench that once cursed with smelling, never forgotten.

Smashing the coach heartily with the shield, Lars snarled as the brutish creature hopped out, "Well Lady, it appears the Black Talons have graced us with their ugliest warriors." The coach on his left shoulder, the shield before him as he let the war sword drop into a low guard, the blade jutting up ever so slightly, his booted feet apart. Rising slightly on the balls of his feet, Lars flexed his knees a tad, ready to react forward or back if need be.

The orc, heavily armored and wielding a mace and longsword assumed a posture that the seemed similar to the Ochs, with the sword up and to the outside. The point of the sword aimed somewhat towards Lar's face.

It was a stance normally requiring both hands on the hilt for stability, yet this Orc seemed supremely assured of his position that he carried it with a single hand. It was clear that the poor bastard had some training, not very good training but some training. At least he would offer some fight. The Ochs stance, although not as stable as others, would protect the Orc well enough, and allow him a counter with a straight thrust. Of course if he was skilled he might turn to cut diagonally down, or pull back to cut from underneath. All this of course was possible from the Ochs; however, this Orc carried a mace as well so those moves must be modified to account for the second weapon.

No matter, Lars already gleaned some insight to his opponent already.

[Assistant]
Phia could see Gernev tense briefly- most likely hearing movement of some kind- before breaking into a sprint and smashing his way into the carriage sending the door almost off it's hinges. That was loud. As the door hung limply inside the vehicle, Gernev gestured over the shoulder of Kirian and to her, seeming to say:

Stay quiet, get in the coach.

Phia understood her position in this battle. The Silver Shields had most likely gotten to the carriage first, and since she wasn't being shot at right now she could assume that they didn't have any ranged fighters. This would mean that she wouldn't have to worry about any other archers obstructing her a clear view of the fight.

She had a feeling this wouldn't be like the other scuffles. This was the palace gate. Chances were, obstructed from her view, were a small squad of elite Silver Shields. Not some peasant armed with a spear trying to protect his family or something silly like that. Phia hooked her middle and fore-finger into the bandana hanging around her neck and pulled it up to the bottom of her nose. The bandana didn't do much, but it made her feel a little bit more protected.

Heel first, she broke into a fast jog, nimbly overtaking Kirian. She saw Gernev vanish into the inside of the coach before she herself hopped inside. Phia barely caught the tail end of Gernev's dramatic descent out of the open window. That was a little crazy. She made eye contact with Kirian, urging him to assist the fight before it really kicked off. Phia did a well practiced technique, a quick peek around a corner. With them distracted with Gernev appearing next to them, there would be little to no chance of them detecting the minuscule amount of movement in the dark carriage.

Three of them, and Gernev was squared up against them all by his lonesome. She had a decision to make. Without Kirian right there, if she took her first shot, chances were one of them could barge past Gernev and right into this carriage and run her through. Phia stepped aside in the carriage and crouched down, hidden, to await what would happen next.

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Karvos stood between his two companions near the center of the stagecoach about five feet away from it, his tower shield resting on the ground at his left side so that it could protect most of his body and cost minimal energy to hold up. Meanwhile, he was positioned with his left side facing forward to limit his profile sticking out from this protection on the right side, just in case someone tried to get all sneaky-like and fire an arrow at him or something.

His right arm held her halberd loosely at his right side at first, but then he snapped to attention when a massive crash erupted from the other side of the stagecoach. Looked like they meant business and were in quite the rush to get things moving. Moments after this noise had occurred he witnessed a truly ugly creature read his ugly head out of the window. Perhaps he was no more ugly than a normal orc, but he certainly looked tougher, even if he was likely more brawn than brain. As the orc leaped out and took a stance to issue a challenge towards Lars, Karvos grinned as it appeared like the brute had just cornered himself against the stagecoach in between two opponents.

He raised his halberd quickly to capitalize on this moment in order to try and joist him straight through the belly where his breastplate ended. To carry out this attack Karvos took a powerful step forward, starting with his front foot (careful to still remain out of reach of the long sword without his opponent having to advance towards him), combined with a thrust of his weapon once it got level with his target. Moving down to block him would likely leave himself open to Lars. Either way he'd quickly find himself in a world of hurt. Let's see how he'd get himself out of this one.

[Assistant]
The rush of battle began to swell, and Kirian was going to let it flow. As soon as Gernev jolted into action, Kirian was moving panther-like across the battlefield. He caught Phia's nod as she passed into the darkness of the stagecoach ahead, both warriors silently positioning themselves as quickly as possible, killing intent compelling them forward like it blew ashes on the stained wind. While Phia darted forward, Kirian moved to flank, dashing east while keeping his concentration trained for the slightest movement. From five yards away from the coach, he pressed forward to his right at a 50 degree angle, anticipating the possibility that an opponent would engage him at any instant. With cold recognition, his expression glinted at the first of the Silver Shields that came to defend the final gate, a woman wielding what appeared to be a tremendous knife. Something in her mein suggested more danger than Kirian had encountered thus far, the possibility flashing before him making him bristle with anticipation. Maybe it was the way she stood. Maybe it was the way she held her weapon. Maybe it was the way that when he caught her eye, he was sure that she knew that this first move would decide their duel an instant.

Very well.

He came around the corner of the coach just far enough from the wall that his mark would have to extend to meet him, keeping himself at an angle to her, so as to attack on her diagonal from the right side. As he stopped his momentum, he kept his blade downward in a "Fool's Stance"-- it was a relatively defensive position for an attack of opportunity, but Kirian elected not to take chances with a foolhardy attack, and instead readied himself to whip a defense into place. He was canny enough to want to read his opponent first, but it was important to close the distance on his own terms, in case another soldier thought themselves bold enough to join the fray. This time, he decided to test her by pulling his sword upward and stabbing toward her right side, sliding his right foot forward but calculating to keep his weight close to his center.

If she decided to press forward before he managed to complete his offense, his sword would have been close enough into his guard that he could react to it in his own space, using it as a lever to shift her attack around his center of gravity. This would allow him to press his advantage off of the parry, but if she decided to look for an opening in his guard after a dodge, he intended to keep a good six inches of his blade within her guard. In that case, she'd be able to attack before he could pull back to defend himself completely, but Kirian had often kept his life using his sword as a measurement stick; spacing an opponent out was often more valuable than a bit of blood lost early.

Kirian's movements were sharp and clean, almost mistakable for lazy in their apparent lack of effort, deadly in their deceptive speed. If this opponent decided to take her chances among these fractions of openings, she'd find herself bleeding on the cobblestones. A second's hesitation, a touch more force than necessary, and it would all be over. She had the look of a seasoned veteran, but there was only one means of proving the worth of that experience. Staying alive.


[System]
Class: Archer

Gender: Male

[User]
Yukimura Sanada
(Eastern Field)

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To say Lancer was surprised by all this would be an understatement. She wasn't sure what she was witnessing, even though she was someone who had gone beyond a normal human. A Servant. A special existence… And she was seeing… A moving castle. Definitely not something she had been expecting today, or at all in this war. If it had been flying that'd be fine. If it moved? Also possibly fine.

Moving and attacking with a punch though? That was where it started to confuse her. She did hear her Master though. Was she being told to fight? Or to use her own judgement? That being said she didn't consider those though and did the second without a single word. The attack would catch them if she waited after all. She did hear someone call out about it but it wasn't a thought she could afford right now. Instead she moved directly to catch David as he ran, and pull him further away from the Castle beyond just out of the range of it's first punch.

"My first priority shall be your safety." Speaking honestly and sharing her thoughts with her Master, she tried to get as far as possible so that she could get him out of it's range. It wasn't too far. She was just happy she was a Servant with high Agility as to get away in time. Once she had set him down though was the real issue. It was actually much harder to get him out of its range in time like she was wanting to, thus she had to settle for out of it's arms reach for now, and a focus on fighting meant she might be exposed.
But fighting unarmed and unarmored would be a worse idea, thus she had her Armor and Spear come forth, with slight regrets to her action as most people familiar with Japan would probably recognize the six coins on her headband and waist guard.

Her largest worry also was this enemy didn't seem like something one would want to fight alone. Which meant… Teamwork would be important. And she had very little idea how well she'd work with the other servants. Either way it was a good thought to try as she raised her voice as loud as she could to speak with them in this moment.

"EVERYONE! WE NEED TO REGROUP!"

It was the most she could think of as a first step. Sudden events making planning difficult, especially when you can't move as far as you'd like in such a short amount of time.

Gene @SIGINT @Yukitamas @Breo @Kost Alter @Holy Grail @DrowsyPangolin @Beloss @ConstantlyComic @Moonlit Sonata

[Assistant]
Xavier Arkwright
Castle Battle - Group A, Eastern Field, Fuyuki City

"Oh dear..." Xavier muttered as he noticed that the gigantic golem was starting to level down its makeshift 'fist' at their direction once again. Truth be told, the young Arkwright magus hadn't seen that many boxing matches in his life, but he could still tell the difference between a well-executed punch and a sloppy one, and this was certainly the former. To think that a creature of this size was capable of educated combat maneuvers like that, instead of just blindly rampaging about like a Berserker... It was quite fascinating... Scary too, because it was trying to kill them all, but also fascinating. However, even with its ungodly strength, its formidable defense granted by its myriad of shields, and its apparent experience in hand-to-hand combat, there was still one thing monsters of such colossal stature inherently lacked...

Speed.

Not to say that it was slow by any means. In fact, for such a large golem it moved a lot quicker than one would expect it to. But, it wasn't quick enough, not when dealing with a group of such extraordinary individuals. While magi were nowhere near the level of a Servant when it came to speed and nimbleness, they could still have a few tricks of their own up their sleeve; In Xavier's case, during the time it had taken for the gigantic structure of stone and pummeling death to lunge its second attack at them, he had finished applying Reinforcement to his own eyes. The blue-haired magus' irises briefly glowed an azure color, as his eyesight was greatly heightened. Now able to much better observe and predict harmful attacks directed at him, his level of optical perception had advanced almost to the level of a pseudo-Clairvoyance. Though it was still nowhere near the level of the true Clairvoyance that certain Archer-Class Servants were known to possess, it still allowed Xavier to read through the golem's easily traceable attack. By hastily creating yet another wind current of his own, Xavier pushed his relatively light body out of harm's way.

Though he had escaped death once again, it was only barely so. "This thing knows how to move. I believe it is a lot smarter than we give it credit for." The young magus shouted at the others. The situation did indeed look grim... At this rate, how much longer would he be able to keep dodging the golem's powerful attacks? Sooner or later, either his body would give up to fatigue, or his Reinforcement on his eyes would wear off. And that was not accounting the possibility of this giant golem secretly knowing a stupidly powerful, unblockable attack that it had yet to use...

[User]
Ruler
"Servants, protect your Masters!"

Yelling this out, Ruler roughly grabbed the only human of this battle to whom that statement had no relevance, pulling the not-really-a-magus out of harm's way in his own effort to avoid the fist hurtling for him via a tactless dodge to the left.

"What are you?"

It had noticed, as would the other Servants have, and maybe even particularly focused Masters. That wasn't just a brute force strike; even with the "arm" being the unwieldy tower of a castle, even though it didn't have muscle to explode out with in power, some vestige of real technique had been behind that attack. It had only been a trace, but there was no denying it was present?

And with what Nakae said on top of that...why would a castle be able to feel pain? Why would it know fighting technique?

"Get the Masters out of harm's way! If your Master is safe, then start attacking, we need to find some sort of a weakness!"

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Matou Archer

The first blow like a descending hammer had been a simple enough affair for one at the level of a Servant to avoid. The second, slightly less so, as could be expected from the difference in their forms. While a Servant could still avoid it, it wasn't something as trivial as the first attempted attack had been.

Archer's bow had materialized since the moment of the golem's appearance, his eyes running over the behemoth in an attempt to pick up on its weaknesses. Possible points of attack had been mentioned, and his own Master was feeding him instructions as well, but for now everyone was relatively equal in flying blind.

His original plan to deal with the approaching tower-fist was to avoid it by leaping up, using the chance to test its defenses with an arrow, but that plan had wound up failing, because...

"What are you doing?!"

Because some twit Master was trying to use his piddling magecraft to avoid the golem's attacks. Was he incompetent, or just suicidal? The first blow had been avoidable, if only just, but now the golem was truly behaving as a combatant equal to a Servant. While among Servants, its speed was nothing to be shocked by, it was still a blow that had surpassed the sound barrier by well over double. For Servants who routinely moved at such speeds, it was only natural.

In other words, this magus was trying to dodge something faster than a bullet after it had been fired from a gun, except in this case the bullet was the tower of a Demon Castle. Perhaps if this was the sweeping motion the other group was dealing with, something never meant to be a killing blow, this would at least be possible, but against this "punch"? Archer doubted he could even dodge a bullet, let alone one that was several times larger than his own body.

A human could not fight a Servant. This was a near-ironclad rule, against a Servant a human would be killed without even knowing what killed them. So then, why would a golem that was equal to a Servant be so slow that a mere magus could avoid its strikes?

He couldn't allow the idiot to die, not when his Servant could be useful in this fight. Regretfully canceling his plan of attack, Archer clicked his tongue and moved to the Master @Kost Alter, grabbing him and pulling him out of harm's way at the last second.

As Berserker would say, the "little shit" owed him.

[Assistant]
Matsunaga Hisoka and Cao Cao
Potluck (Crashed), Eastern Field

"Well, it'd still be a good idea to check it ou-"

Hisoka was rudely interrupted the moment that thing crashed into the ground. Luckily for him, however, he finished his second burger, and was almost about to grab a third. Assassin looked up to the thing that landed, and after anticipating an attack, dove into Hisoka and bringing them both out of the way from its oncoming tower strike.

Once Hisoka got his bearing back, he began to observe the golem more. It was a great and imposing structure, worthy by appearance alone to be called a Demonic Castle. Its very being threatened to destroy every single one of these Heroic Spirits, to unravel the very fabric that is this Holy Grail War. This was most apparent by the shields surrounding it.

Do not attack it directly. We will need to find a way to bring those shields down. Hisoka communicated to his servant, Assassin, who nodded back in agreement. Hisoka took a deep breath, preparing to use his magecraft.

"Enhancement of Self; Celerity!" He uttered, his magic circuits flaring as prana surged through them. His body felt faster, his reaction enhanced, and his body feeling lighter; not that his spell gave him a lighter frame. He was just filled with a sense of speed. He needed it, in order to react quicker to its attacks.

Hisoka looked up to the golem, seeing it prepare an attack. A punch. The way it winded it up, the way it prepared its attacked... it was as if the golem fought using a style of martial arts... whatever style it was using, however, was unclear to the magus. Still, he was certain enough what it was going to do...

"It's about throw a punch! Get out of the way! Hisoka exclaimed, before Assassin went over to save his life again, bringing him out of the way. The attack was faster than Hisoka would've avoided at this state. Now it was clear to Hisoka that this golem was more than impressive...

Assassin brought Hisoka a few good pces away from the Demonic Castle, somewhere where he was away its reach.

"Looks like we'll have you hold back here, for now, Matsunaga." Assassin uttered, as he drew bejeweled jian. While his Agility scores were high enough (as expected of an Assassin class Heroic Spirit of Cao Cao stature,) his other physical attributes were average for a Servant. Assassin figured a hit-and-run strategy would be best for this sort of opppnent. They just need to take out its shield somehow...

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Odysseus
Crashing a party, Eastern Field

Archer whistled, his hands in his jacket pockets. It seemed that Alex didn't feel like going, although his response wasn't too clear. Well, whatever reason it may be, Archer knew one fact; he was late for the party. He was sure he was late enough to be considered crashing it, even though he had no real intention to, not that it mattered too much to Archer. They were going to talk about that Black-Haired Man, again, more likely than not. And unless his Master decided to transfer his consciousness over to his own eyes, Archer is afraid there was a missed opportunity in collecting more intel on enemy Servants...

Disappointing, really.

Archer saw the party, being about 50 yards away. It looked more like an actual party than a meeting to Archer, almost reminding him of another party he, technically, crashed as well. One with nine distinct partygoers... Eh. No need to cry over spilled blood.

Suddenly, however, something came crashing from the sky. It was a goliath, whatever it was. A living Castle is the best way to describe it... if it even was alive, after all. The Castle began attacking the partygoers indiscriminately. It had the speed and power of a Servant, yet it seemed like none of the Servants had summoned it.

"It looks like there's another interloper on our little War, huh?" Archer chuckled, his clothes glowing with a shimmering light as they changed from his casual attire to his original outfit, fit for battle. Next that appeared was his bow. A long, black bow. It looked almost impossible to be fired, let alone drawn, as the bow appeared to be far too rigid, yet Archer effortlessly knocked an arrow formed of prana back its string, the bow bending back from a mix of both his strength and flexibility. It was a bow that could only be used by one man, and it was such a bow that his status as a King was put on the line for...

Archer focused his shot first before he let it loose, making sure his attack was the strongest he could muster without using the full capabilities of his Noble Phantasm. After the Demonic Castle let loose its second wave of attacks to split up the group, Archer let loose his arrow, aiming dead center at the Castle. His intentions weren't to hit it exactly, but to test its defenses from a direct attack. He didn't have the reliance on his Master supplying him mana, so he had to know exactly what sort of defenses his opponent had so he didn't make any wasteful attacks.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] Lance watched at the great gains khuda made. "Amazing " Lance said, he folded his arms.

[Assistant] Shiranui smiled as he thought about how strong Khuda would be at the Pokémon League.

[User]
Khuda and her pokemon put themselves into a new fighting position, it seemed much more official and traditional, no longer relying on instinct and muscle. Khuda was not using her tight boxing stance, her legs very far spread, evenly spaced and low to the ground. Her was slightly tilted to the side to expose significantly less to her enemy and her arms stretched far our, each hand open like there was some ball inside them. Her mankey seemed to copy the exact same stance to a pin, kirilia concentrating on connecting their minds with telepathy yet again, eyes closed and covered by her large hat as she sat in a folding chair brought with her. Khuda snickered as wattson tossing his first pokeball out, showing off his magnemite, the weakest of his pokemon. She scanned it and instantly a wave of intimidating glares, snarls and growls came from mankey. The magnet was too afraid to move and finally khuda spoke, seeming very confident in herself.
"Are you ready to see the power of a real fighter?" He muttered, and suddenly her pokemon dashed, his speed being incredible. He was barely visible, merely a blurr. He dashed around the magnet for a while, only to hit him hard with two overlapping overhead openhanded hand strikes. They where karatechops, but two over one another, making it double chop. The hit was devastating to the tiny pokemon, but the mankey made sure he was winning, throwing bullet punches and powerful kicking moves, finishing combinations with the rage skill to show off his skill, he stopped completely dominating the little guy only for a minute, seeing it try to get back up. Wattson was surprised by the girl's furiousity but upon seeing her worried face, he grew equally concerned.
"O-ok enkido, you can stop now" She worriedly responded, putting her hand out. Mankey did not stop. Kirilia giggled in her own pokemon way, seeming very amused by this, but clearly trying to recover from the telepathic link being broken.
"Enkidu!"

[Assistant] Liam was worried. He felt like they should intervene, but this was an official gym battle, and that might be frowned on. Still, he had his hand on Gallade's ball, should Enkidu need to be knocked out quickly.

[User]
The primeape finally, after grabbing the small steel type Pokémon and bashing with overly powerful strikes, the primape discarded it, tossing magnemite to the wattson that seemed to be in awe. The poor thing didn't even stand a chance, and he wondered how strong that primape truly was. With a bit of thought he sighed and sent out voltorb. Khuda was holding back her primape, grunting and struggling to talk. "No enkidu! We, need, to switch out. I promised you'd get them all, but you're being crazy!" He was slowlying being skid onto the arena, and finally letting go. Eventually her Pokémon managed to grab her, and Khuda was thrown across the room into the bleachers to sit and watch. She rubbed her back in pain. "Why that little...I'll give him and uppercut you've got" she continued in angry mummbles. Primape, on the other hand, was not taking to long, rushing for the voltorb and grabbing it, squeezing tight before jumping up, turning upside down and going for a powerful suplex for her vital throw. Unfortunately the vultorb started to glow, and in the monkey pigs hands, it exploded, sending hime out of the map, and the vultorb steaming and unconscious on the map. After the steameeting cleared, two glinting red eyes glared through at he enemy. Primape started to get up, but was in pain. Khuda jumped up, still worried.
"No, just stay down! It's ok!'
Primape roared and was now standing, snarling at its owner, only to fall down again, too weak to stand or move much. It was panting heavily. Khuda quickly moved to put his heavy weights back on him and she moved nervously towards the other trainer she was fighting, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Hehe, sorry about all this"
Wattson laughed. "That was quiet the show young lady, maybe he next one will be less dramatic"

[Assistant] Liam began to relax as he saw Enkidu was worn out. "We have to keep an eye on that Primeape."

[User]
Khuda let out a sigh as she looked through her pouches. Primeape had begun to show disobedience as they trained, but she didn't notice how bad it was until now. With a sigh of relief she pulled out her gravaler. Kirilia was trying to go her job as cut man, but didn't seem to be able to bring primeape to her and so she just patched him up there, though the sadist within her made sure to only cover up enough so that her trainer would not be mad. With gavaler out and ready, he contrasted primeape completely. He was still, arms outstretched on either side ready to fight. He had no movement, and his face was blank, almost like a robot. He awaited commands. Wattson nodded.
"Hmm, good choice kiddo! This final pokemon is pretty strong, so be sure to be on your toes!"
And with that she watched a Magneton emerge. As soon as it was out, khuda cursed to herself and began to rethink her strategy, but was too busy with this to see her pokemon get hit by super sonic. Because of this, she was surprised to see her demands have no effect for so long, gaveler just falling over and attempting to get up, getting shocked by various electric moves for a while. He didn't seem very hurt, at first, but was doing damage, Khuda could tell. Suddenly it snapped out of it, but by then it was hurt enough to show. Khuda knew she needed to act quick.
"Now, smack down!" She shouted, and gavaler was suddenly high in the air, hitting down it's opponent to the ground, and it knew how to follow up. A very powerful earthquake shook the gym, doing massive damage to the enemy as gravaler stomped it out. With a final mega punch, magneton hit the side of the building but regardless started to float, hitting gravaler with super sonic again and a few more electric attacks. Khuda knew she needed to act quick, and with a hastily, paniced voice, she finally shouted.
"Self destruct!"
and watched her pokemon grab the other and a powerful explosion follow suit. As the smoke cleared, the rock type was on the ground, but magneton was high in the sky, though it was clearly using almost all of it's energy to stay afloat. Khuda looked to the only two pokeballs left in her bag. She knew what she had to do.
"Hohoho! Young lady, you only have one more pokemon! I hope the next one can put up an equally powerful display!"
Khuda bit her lip as she nodded to kirilia, wondering if the other pokemon would have been a better pick but deciding it would not be in her best interest.
"Kirilia...use torment" She responded, watching the small pokemon greedily grin, and with it's psionic power to slowly make the other pokemon grow mentally in pain. As it was finally mentally beaten, kirilia used confusion to finish it off. Khuda sighed. She had to go to such great levels to beat this enemy, even after all that training.

[Assistant] "Primeape are well known for their fury and tenacity," stated Shiranui. He saw Graveler explode after shaking off several zaps and even felt Kirlia's sadism. "She's as sadistic as a Gourgeist," he mused, "As a Gardevoir, she may end up being as evil as Saisei was when Liam and I first met him."

[User] Khuda begrudgingly accepted her badge and sighed, thanking watts on and walking off. She picked up primeape with surprising ease. She hefted him towards the door, returning her other two pokemon. "And here I thought we where strong enough"

[Assistant] Liam went back to the Pokémon Center. He was peeping for the next contest.

[User] As did Shiranui. "We have a while before we reach the next gym," he stated.

[Assistant] Liam began devising his plan.

[User]
Khuda healed her pokemon and sighed, walking off.
"Looks like I still have a lot of training to do, see you guys"

[Assistant] Lance healed his Pokemon,"same I feel like I'm falling behind you guys" Lance says running off with his Pokemon. He ran into the forest and stopped at an open area near a pond. "Perfect place to train" he looked over to his right and saw an injured Pokemon with a lilypad on top of it. Lance went over to it and the Pokemon and picked it up. "Hey don't touch that weakling" someone said, it was another trainer slightly older then Lance. "He is such a weak Pokemon he doesn't deserve a trainer" Lance gree angry. "I don't understand why you would do that to a Pokemon, with enough training and care they can be strong" Lance said. "I'll show you" Lance said rushing back to the Pokemon center. lanxe hurriedly gave the Pokemon to blissey. "I hope it will be alright"

[User] Khuda's primeape would sock that other trainer, followed by khuda doing the same. They walked on deeper into the forest to train.

[Assistant] Liam saw the Pokémon that Lance had brought to the center. "What happened to the Lotad?" He inquired.

[User] Shiranui scanned Lotad with his Pokédex. "Lotad, the Water Weed Pokémon. It looks like an aquatic plant and serves as a ferry to Pokémon that can't swim."

[Assistant] "Nasty trainer didn't want him no more, he didn't want me to take it to the Pokemon center, he was talking down and saying that he would never amount to anything" Lance knew that with the right training it would be a great and powerful Pokemon. "I know that with good training it will be an powerful Pokemon I feel it" Lance says clenching his fists

[User] "That's the sort of determination I like to see in a trainer," replied Shiranui, feeling disgust towards Lotad's old trainer.

[Assistant] "Well, it saddens me to say it, but there are people like that in the world." Liam told Lance. "All we can do for now is wait for the Lotad to be healed up."

[User] "Yeah, hopefully the little guy doesn't go back to him" Lance said he took a seat in the waiting room with his Pokemon.

[Assistant] "As long as the punk holds Lotad's Pokéball, it may not have much of a choice." Liam replied. The ER light turned off and Joy came out while Blissey pushed a gurney that the Lotad was resting on. Joy informed them that Loatd would be fine, it just needed to rest.

[User] "That's great to hear," commented Shiranui, glad to know Lotad was otherwise fine.

[Assistant] Liam wondered if that trainer was going to try and come back for Lotad.

[User] "They would if they truly cared for the little guy," Shiranui answered.

[Assistant] "They probably won't, I saw it in his eyes he didn't care about lotad." Lance says clenching his fists.

[User] "Well, what can we do about the poor Lotad?"

[Assistant] "I suggest we seek its decision on whether to come with one of us or pursue a life of abandonment," Shiranui answered.

[User] "I hope it doesn't want to return to its awful trainer." Liam stated.

[Assistant] "I hope so too," replied Shiranui.

[User] "I have heard many stories about Pokémon who are mistreated by trainers, but they keep going back, no matter how many times they are abused." Liam said.

[Assistant]
The trainer soon walked into the Pokemon center, "that's him" he said to his friends. The trainer seemed to come back to rest and relax, "it's you that boy who thinks lotad will become strong,so idiotic" he said laughing. "Lotad doesn't deserve a trainer like you" Lance took a little pause to think. "If you can't trust your Pokemon how do you expect it to grow up strong" Lance said. "I have a wager" he picked up Zhonyas poke ball "if I beat you in a 1 on 1 Pokemon battle you gotta give me lotads poke ball and if I lose, I'll give you my ralts" he said calling out Zhonya who heard the wager.

Lance had complete faith that he would win, Zhonya looked back at Lance and saw how he was serious immediately preparing for the battle to come. "Haven't seen one of those yet, I guess I'll take your Pokemon then." The trainer said

"Meet me outside and we will battle" Lance said walking out the Pokemon center.

[User] Shiranui followed Lance outside. "Lance, a trainer like him would likely go for power over strategy," he advised.


[System]
Real life
Age: 27

Appearance:

Like this but with bandages on his arms and a lab coat.

Birthday: March 5th

Personality: Let's call him Kurota-sensei. Kurota-sensei is somewhat thinks a lot, and is a little thick sometimes. Sometimes he doesn't notice people, which might be bad for a school nurse. However, he's pretty attentive for the smell of blood, and he always comes to the aid of people in need. He can come off as lazy and he's usually quite deadpan, but he's not emotionless. He's calm, relatively quiet, and many find his personality quite peaceful, despite the fact that he doesn't react that much, and the fact that he's a bit eccentric. He likes reading quite a bit, but he's pretty whimsical. He tends to read books he finds interesting. Most of the books he finds interesting others find weird.

As a young child, Kurota-sensei was taught the values of frugality from his mother, as he lived with his 5 brothers and 3 sisters in a relatively poor family. Life was hard for the small family but the Kurotas pulled through, learning things they needed to get through life.

Kurota-sensei's best memories were eating out at restaurants. His dream was to become a 5-star world renowned chef and cook delicious food for his family. Part of the reason why he loved restaurant food so much was because his mother was a lousy cook. Regardless, he soon took up the job of family chef, cooking for his siblings and parents. He really wanted to become a good chef. Unfortunately, he woke up early and realised that he needed money more than food, so he became a doctor instead. A school nurse, to be exact.

He trained in university to become a doctor but realised he couldn't really be bothered being an actual doctor. A school nurse job appeared to him and it gave a pretty good money-to-effort ratio so he decided to be a school nurse.

Kurota-sensei soon became known throughout the school as bandage-sensei because of the amount of bandages he used (and how he seems to permanently have bandages on his hands). Even a small cut would call for some good bandaging. He knew his stuff of course, he would be fired if he didn't. It wasn't like he bandaged everything, he just bandaged flesh wounds, no matter how minor. This is partially out of habit, as when he first started cooking, he burned and cut his hands a lot. There's nothing particularly wrong with his hands anymore, but it's basically a habit.

Yeah, anyway, wrap bandages get money.
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In game

Avatar Name: Don'ttouchmyfood (but that's too long, so people call him Food-kun)

Avatar Title: Beast vanquisher, rare ingredient hunter, Immortal iron chef

Appearance:

Class: Master chef

Vitality of the hydra god
For eating the heart of the hydra god, Food-kun has been gifted with practically unlimited health regeneration and vitality, to the point where he doesn't bother wearing armour and stopping your attack on him for a second will be enough time for him to be back on full health.

Tear your heart out and eat it.
Yeah, that's the best name I could come up with. Simply put, Food-kun jabs his opponent with his bare hand, ripping through their chest and tearing out their heart. Then Food-kun eats it. It's usually more trouble than it's worth and really difficult to get, but Food-kun has mastered it and it heals pretty much 100% of his hp when he eats it and increases his stats by a lot temporarily. Also, if he eats special monsters, he gains permanent stats.

Iron claw
A monster skill. Turns the hand into a rigid iron eagle claw temporarily.

Blessing of the cooking gods
The blessing of the cooking gods passively gives Food-kun a better chance to make better food items. Also removes the cap on his food-making skill.

And he has a few other skills, but these are his signature moves.
When Kurota-sensei wasn't a sensei (that is, in college), he worked a few part time jobs and eventually made enough money to sustainably play a VRMMO. He chose whatever this one was. When he arrived, he noticed that you could be a chef and decided to be the best damn chef in the entire world. He did pretty well at the start, and he was becoming a pretty good chef. However, this wasn't how he got famous.

There was always something missing in his cooking. He couldn't really put his finger on it. Making the food was fun and it tasted nice, but he felt it was somehow boring. The turning point came when his order of ingredients was running late.

As it turns out, a group of monsters had derailed the convoy, which kind of sucked. But rather than waiting for another shipment like any other chef, he decided to go to it. In his early days, he'd trained his strength and it'd apparently turned out useless. He'd also recently found a massive cleaver on the market, and he wanted a change. This was the event that led him to his legendary status.

He ran straight to it and arrived pretty early at a den of monsters. He butchered every single one and retrieved his meat. He also took some of the monster meat, which turned out to his benefit. It didn't exactly taste any better than the other meat, but it tasted different. Kurota-notsensei was devoted to food and Food-kun gave him the opportunity he never had. Food-kun's aim changed to finding different tastes.

Kurota-notsensei built up a reputation as Food-kun, the battle chef. First he built up his stats by fishing and diving into combat, grabbing as many rare ingredients as he could before cooking them. He slowly started building up fame, but he found that he died quite a bit. Another turning point appeared: it was when he could tear monster's hearts out and eat them. He could learn it as he was a chef which had high strength. It was difficult to use the skill, however. It required great strength to use and it was ultimately an unarmed attack. Chefs who naturally had weak unarmed wouldn't be able to use it well. It couldn't punch through thick armour or scales, so it didn't help much. However, that changed when he hunted the iron eagle.

He'd been hunting it for days, and when he caught it, he obviously tore out its heart and ate it. With that, he learned the move Iron claw, which made his skill incredibly easy to use. Cut with one hand, tear out the hart with the other. With Food-kun's weird disposition, he could easily eat with one hand while fighting with the other. He wasn't practically immortal yet, but he built up fame as an insane battle chef who dove into fights and came out covered in blood.

The pinnacle of his battle prowess was when fighting the evil hydra god, who didn't spawn many ads, so Food-kun had difficulty killing it. He eventually did, however, using a well-placed meal, and its heart gave him practically impossible regen.

After that, he built up his cooking skill and became the first to achieve the highest rank. Then he was almost immediately one-upped as the cooking gods blessed him and removed his skill cap. Now he was completely unbalanced, and he'd only just finished college.

Food-kun now wanders the continent in search of rare ingredients and delicious food. Oh, and he's also good at bandaging.

[User]
True Faces
Far above the world, with a horizon of twisted pillars, howling winds and flying dragons there stood a castle. The sun stood over it, basking it in its warmth but there was no one to savour the moment. The castle was empty, devoid of life, save for a lone figure. In the courtyard there stood a throne, and on it sat the Dragon God.

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"DRAGON GOD!" A war cry resounded through the castle. Its source was a warrior, he bore extremely ornate armour and a sword that looked like it could cut boulders as if they were butter. Behind him stood other figures also opulently equipped. There stood a mage, a cleric, an archer and an assassin, all formidable, all out for blood. They stood amongst the ruins of a large stone door, the warrior drew another breath. "WE CHALLENGE YOU!"

The shout was loud enough for several nearby dragons to take notice, the archer saw them from a distance and put his hand to his bowstring nervously. But the dragons simply perched on the castle walls, as if to watch the spectacle. On the throne, the figure stirred. He opened his eyes.

"Who dares to disturb the slumber of the Dragon God?" A deep and melodious growl emerged from his intimidating face mask, and the party in front of him readied their weapons. "It would seem you are aware of the consequences of your actions." He continued. The party tightened their grips on their weapons and swallowed nervously. "But it seems you must be taught what it means to be, the 'Dragon God'." At that, his presence magnified until it turned into an aura of pure terror, that seemed to speak to their very souls.

These were but only some of the things that appeared before the party. Without another word, he suddenly disappeared from his throne and appeared behind the Warrior. His gauntleted fist crashed into the Warrior's back with the force of a battering ram, shattering the armour he was so proud of and leaving him paralysed. The cleric desperately tried to spit out a spell, but it failed due to the effect of his fear. The archer attempted a shot but he was already beside him, snatching the arrow out of the air as soon as it left his fingers.

He snapped the arrow, then the bow, then the archer followed a little bit afterwards. As the archer faded from existence, the assassin attempted to strike his back with all of her strength.

The dagger bent and snapped against his back, he turned around and cut down the assassin with his claws before she realized what had happened. The Mage and the Cleric, seeing the death of their friends and their chances of victory, they turned and fled towards the broken gate of the courtyard. He let them go.

He approached the helpless warrior, raising his claws to strike.

"You are so utterly foolish." He said.

A few seconds later, the warrior faded into grey light.

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Kosuke took off his face mask with a sigh.

"Damn it." He said, the deep melodious voice had changed to a rather normal one. "I need a new door."

He looked at the wreckage of his door. It had been a gift from some dwarves he'd done a quest for, and that last party had gone and cut it to pieces. He'd even made it openable, those jerks. He sifted through his menus and quickly unequipped his 'Dragon God' equipment and put on something more comfortable.

"Whatever, guess I'll just do with that for the time being." He muttered.

He typed out a message.

"May as well ask the others as well." He said.

"There we go." He said, "Hopefully they'll be here soon."

[Assistant]
As Ao was observing the surroundings from a large towering black pillar with the top being covered by some clouds, a mage has made his way to the top of the tower probably exhausting his MP to do so, before tapping the girl observing the surroundings.
"Hey, wanna go on a quest with me?" The mage said playfully, but with a more perverted thought within.
In response, the queen shook her head, before standing up and looking straight at the mage, with a serious look on her face. "No, I don't go on a quest with someone I don't know."
She then looked away from her, observing the surroundings. "Then you'll suffer." The mage said in a cold tone, pushing the girl off the pillar. However, she was apparently encased by a large white pillar, with some windows. "Dammit, I can't land on it because it's too fast..." The mage muttered, looking at the pillar.
Meanwhile at the ground, the white pillar almost landed on the ground, before disappearing into thin air, ejecting the queen from a safe height. She then looked at the colossal tower, and muttered. "If the mage is willing to harm a queen.... he deserves to be harmed." She then snapped a finger, and the tower suddenly disappeared into thin air. She looked up, and found a human figure falling from the skies.
She dashed over to where the person should fall, and waited for a moment, before the person fell to the ground. She found out that the person that fell from the skies was the guy who tried to push her off from the tower. "Ran out of MP, didn't you? I hope someone finds you before someone loots from you." The queen said harshly to the mage, before walking to a nearby village.
While walking to the village, she noticed a message from one of people she trusts in game, Datze, the Dragon God.

"The repair part is a easy job for me, and I'm always eager for any quests." Ao muttered, checking her inventory to confirm she is ready for quests. She then typed out a response.

Koumi then jumped, before being encased in a shiny yellow rectangular pillar with windows on it. The pillar started it's flight to the castle, aimed to land in front of the castle.

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