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Class: Saber
Appearance: A True Knight of Fianna
Personality: Saber is an extremely proud and noble knight who wishes to serve his lord to the best of his abilities. The geis laid upon him by Gráinne was taken by Saber as a test of his pride. He never once blamed her for forcing it upon him, and he truly admired her ability to throw away her pride, title, and future for the sake of her love. He was constantly distressed by the fact that he betrayed his lord, and even as he died while Fionn did nothing, he did not blame his lord for his actions. Saber believed that despite the cruel twist of fate that led him down this path, the days spent with his lord and his love were used to the fullest.

Stats:
Strength: B+
Endurance: B
Agility: A
Mana: D
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: A

Class Skills:
- Magic Resistance A+
- Riding B
Personal Skills:
- Mana Burst (Jump) A: An increase in performance caused by infusing one's weapons and body with Magical Energy and instantly expelling it. Simply put, recreating the effect of a jet burst by expending large amounts of Magical Energy. For Diurmuid, this power is concentrated in his powerful legs. Accelerating his speed in leaps and bounds, literally. His speed as such can only increase.
- Honor of the Knights of Fianna B: A skill derived from the desire to protect the honor of a great kingdom. A skill that applies Battle Continuation and Bravery together. When damaged, or acting in defense of another, this skill activates further, granting Diarmuid strength and endurance in the face of increased danger. A Skill that make those who have it become more powerful as they are inflicted more pain. The cost used to heal injuries via magecraft or similar methods is reduced.
- Eye of the Mind (True) B: A heightened capacity for observation, refined through training, discipline and experience. A danger-avoidance ability that utilizes the intelligence collected up to the current time as the basis in order to predict the opponent's activity and change the current situation. This is not a result of talent, but an overwhelming amount of combat experience. A weapon wielded by none other than a mortal, gained through tenacious training. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning.
- Love Spot C: It is because of this curse that he is known as 'Diarmuid of the Love Spot'. A woman who confronts Diarmuid gains a strong love affection for him. Effects are similar to those of Charm-type Mystic Eyes. Avoidable with the Magic Resistance Skill.

Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Moralltach: Surging Seas of Fury
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Effects: If we were to pick the strongest among the many weapons Diarmuid Ua Duibhne wields, it could only be this fearsome demonic sword. A blow bringing certain death, another certain victory. Unsheathing the demonic sword, Diarmuid is gifted with a blade of instant death, bringing defeat and ruin to the opponents. The demonic sword Moralltach, which can almost control even destiny, was awarded to him by the Celtic God of of the Sea and Underworld Manannán. Manannán is for sure the deity who gave the Noble Phantasm Fragarach to the Sun God Lugh, he possessed many Noble Phantasms and was a being who donates.
Should the blade strike flesh, death is sure to come. As the demonic blade's power rips through the body of a target, and tearing their life away.
When the true name is called, Time and space ripple and collide. Jumping Diarmuid directly to the target, and applying a single strike. At this time, Moralltach, resembling the "leg of the god Manannáns" from the legends, becomes the three blades to tear the enemy into pieces. This, combined with the blade's ability to kill with one strike, is a a certain death to those who do not possess a means to block all three strikes at once, or avoid.

Name: Beagalltach: Ripples of Passion
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
Effects: Known as the blade of small fury, it is a counterpart to Diarmuid's Gáe Buidhe in that when not using Moralltach he would use Beagalltach in its steed. While Moralltach is a demonic blade, Beagalltach is a heavenly blade. It passively draws in magical energy, feeding it into Diarmuid. The blade is also a perfect defense, as it defends Diarmuid against attacks much like an angel would. It guides itself to intercept any attack directed at its wielder. Any sword or arrow can thus be considered 'worthless' against the defense this blade grants him.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

[User]
Mihama Nanako

For a moment, Nanako was simply about to wonder why Melt was hesitating(perhaps it was just because she'd never used a phone before? Or possibly because she hadn't fixed her sleeves so her hands were still covered up?).

Then, her phone proceeded to go completely insane. Playing a theme that she'd never heard before, it was abruptly taken over by some kind of hacker!? No! Her parents had gotten her this phone for her last birthday, it was one of the best ones they could possibly have bought! Worse still, her... data...

Nanako stared blankly. There was a very pretty purple-haired girl on her phone now. Talking to her. In a video. Perhaps this shouldn't have seemed so shocking and bizarre when someone was living in a city full of heroes of the past who had been revived via magic, but the truth was that she was completely speechless. Suddenly a great deal of strange subjects were discussed. Somehow she was this girl's senpai? But she was also an AI? The year 2030? It was practically making the brunette's head spin.

But there was something that caught her attention.

Meltryllis... couldn't use her hands? She had no legs below her knees, and she couldn't use her hands... That was horrible. No wonder she covered her hands. The fact that she couldn't use the elevator on her own suddenly made perfect sense. And that she hesitated before attempting to use the phone...

It was impossible not to feel pity. Meltryllis was effectively a quadruple amputee, unable to use her hands and missing her legs below her knee. The fact that BB had brought something like that up... it clearly had hit the Alter Ego quite deeply as well. She almost tried to speak up about it, almost, until-

"What? My... you're..."

She trailed off. There had been so much hitting her all at once, but the sudden implication of blackmail caught her completely off-guard. If she didn't respond, she'd have her internet history revealed?

"I... wha... what?"

It was a lot to take in all at once.

[Assistant]
Lyubov Temne

Lyubov checked her shopping bags. Her cousins had assured her that if she needed anything, the stores in town would accommodate. This had been patently false. She had thought her needs were simple, and any shop by a magus would be up to snuff. She didn't have the dirt from a freshly turned grave, so she had to use potting soil made with compost. The store didn't have any stones from the depths of ancient sacred lakes, so she was stuck with gravel. Sure, TECHNICALLY this would work, but this array just lacked the same kind of pizzazz. Mother said first impressions would be important here, if she wanted to make friends. And being summoned with such improvised materials wasn't likely to endear her to anything she summoned. At least she was pretty sure she had the right incantation figured out. The silver knife had been easy enough, as had the hunk of iron. It was a few days early, but technically she didn't have a birth certificate, so nobody in the city was really sure of her birthday.

She draped the bags over the handle of her broom, and triple checked the shopping list as the fat cat in one of the bags started purring. Lyubov had never actually seen plastic bags, so that was new for her too. A whole lot of new, spooky stuff that was shaking her up a lot. But for now, she was back in her wheelhouse- even if this Servant thing wasn't the stuff she usually did, it was still magic. And if there was magic to be taught, she was sure she could learn it. The small girl mounted up her broom and floated upwards, before making her way to the inner city.

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The Temne apartment didn't have a lot of large spaces. It was likely intended for one or two occupants, but the Temne family's finances were limited. So Lyubov was trying to perform the ritual in a common room roughly 15 feet to a side, stepping delicately around the circle. As she poured the last of the potting soil into the shape of the sigil she'd seen in the books from the library. She checked, double-checked, and triple checked the distribution of reagents. The silver and iron ore were in the right place. The stones were placed at the appropriate vectors. Ten familiars, each a cat, stood around the circle to provide support. Strands of her hair were placed within the dirt, as well as a few crossing points, as standard for any large ritual. Here, away from prying eyes, she could do this. She managed a genuinely steely look. She inhaled as she took her broom in her hand and waved it over the circle. She inhaled deeply before speaking out in Ukrainian.

"Silver and steel, carve the path through history!
Stone and earth, bear witness to the foundation!
Let the Old One, Baba Yaga, be the ancestor!
Let winds blow against the wall of ancient oak!
Let the Walking Hut twirl in reverie!
Let the forked road from crown to kingdom rotate!"

The effect was immediate, as the summoning circle erupted into crimson light. Another deep breath, and Lyubov put the broom down at her side, putting both hands over the circle as the cats began to yowl.

"By the ten generations gone:
Your body shall serve under me.
My clever-craft will be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of a humble witch!
If you will submit to this, then declare our accord!"

Lyubov winced as she took up the knife and cut her left palm with it, letting the blood fall into the circle. Though her eyes teared up a little, she continued the chant as wind began swirling around her room. As her long hair whipped about in the gusts, she continued to let her blood flow from her hand.

"Let this oath be sworn by my blood!
I will know all the secrets of the Old Mother.
I will learn all the lore of the New Earth.
From the Seventh Heaven, attended by the old ways!
Come forth from the throne of kings, beasts, and heroes!
I call on you, protector of the Holy Balance!"

As the ritual came to a close, and the winds began to converge, with the dust and earth flowing in the swirling storm, Lyubov came upon a grave and terrible realization: She was going to have to look a complete stranger in the eye and speak with them. Truly, the greatest, most difficult test the young witch would ever face. She steeled herself in dread.

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Blood Iron Princess

That had gone far better than expected. Not only had she summoned the great genius Leonardo Da Vinci, but they wanted to support her in her goals. Honestly, it filled her with a great deal of excitement. She nodded to herself in clear relief. That Da Vinci agreed it was better to go out now and worry about the workshop later did surprise Serene a tad, but she also accepted that due to well, no grail war. Even as Da Vinci placed her hand on Serene's shoulder, Serene was fist pumping the air just a tad, at her decision being made.

 "Let's go then! Perhaps we'll even get to meet a future ally, yes?"  As cheerful as she was at the moment, there was the undercurrent of control. She had to keep herself reserved when in the outside world. And so without further ado, Serene walked away from Da Vinci, but knowing Caster would follow, as she made her way through the house, past the grand central staircase of the manor, and to the front door. She quickly unlocked it with her personal key, and stepped outside, into the open air. She took in a breath, then let it out.  "Onwards and upwards. To the corner store, right Caster?"

[Assistant]
"No doubt master. Were he any larger, or demonic, I truly doubt I would be able to match him as I am now." That depressing voice could belong only to the even more depressing existence that was Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. "After all, I am only a Saber. If I was hunting demonic boars, I would always carry Moralltach and Gáe Dearg. It is a shame such that I cannot be summoned with both weapons at once, and my different forms of Saber and Lancer must hold custody of both in separate uses. Truly I am the most useless servant you could have summoned."

The way he said it was so... Well disappointing, as if he truly did believe those things he was saying. The strange Saber class servant said all this while he was standing less than ten feet from his master... Two girls hanging onto either arm, eyes wide, smiles on their lips. "Oh, and the bandage for my mole fell off somewhere near the peacock enclosure. I didn't tell you at the time because I felt you would only be worried." This was of course said, while both girls began to fight over him.

"I saw him first, you skunk!" The first girl said as she clung to his left arm. Tugging roughly on it, but as he was a servant it was easily in his power to simply fight off both. Not that Diarmuid was the kind of man to do such a thing.
"Liar!" The second girl shrieked, eyes focused only on the enchanted love spot he possessed. "This man deserves somebody who truly loves him. Clearly his master cares so little for him, and you just want him for his looks!"
"Please, my master cares deeply for me." Diarmuid interjecte-
"SILENCE! Can't you see we're trying to help you!?" Both shouted at once, drowning out every protest the servant might make. He truly was too beautiful for his own good. Surely this was a curse.
"I apologize Miss Einzbern. I'd put them in the tiger enclosure, but I'm not sure if you'd want your day ruined by such a tragedy."

If only he had been summoned as an Avenger. He'd have both sword, spear, and the heartless nature required to fight these beautiful women off. But he didn't have the grudge for it. The piglet was saved from the possible wrath of an Avenger. What a lucky swine.


[System]
GUILD MASTER
Age: 47

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Class: Knight

Heavy Enchanted Armor - Artura's armor is not only incredibly thick and heavy requiring a lot of strength to even wear, but it also has enchanted runes all over. She is mostly protected from weak attacks, meaning no ankle biting Goblins are going to ever break through the runes. However, anything worse than a heavy strike from a skilled warrior she should probably block with her shield, rather than simply take it head on.

Halberd and Shield - Artura with her great strength wields a full sized halberd in one hand, and a tower shield in the other. This gives her both great offensive and defensive capabilities none could have without such great strength. Or cheating and using magic...

Inhuman Strength - Alongside an incredible amount of physical training, Artura also has runes permanently etched into her flesh giving her increased strength. This allows her to wear armor nobody else could, and wield weapon combinations again, nobody else can. Unless they follow the same runes... or they're a Dragonkin.

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Physical Description: Strong, powerful, and stout. Even out of her armor she is an imposing powerhouse of raw loving rage. At least that's people's first impression of her pretty often. Stories spread wide of the great Artura Saorise, leader of the Kingdom Genesis guild, so people expect her to be like a Goddess. In reality, she's far from it and once people get to know her, they find she is very much human, albeit a tall, strong human. She stands just over six feet tall.

Personality: Strict, Domineering and Controlling to a protective fault, but kind, gentle, and loving to all of her guild. Like a mother to all, literally to some... okay one. She puts her guild first and foremost, even before her own life. That is the reason behind her taking up such a protective combat style. She is on the front line, making the enemy attack her, not her guild, not her family.

Extra Details: She founded the guild, and has lead it since. Whether one is a new member or old, she demands a great amount of respect for leading a successful guild for such a long time and doing quite a bit through the guild in the way of protecting the Kingdom from minor, and major threats.

[User]
Grey had been awake for hours, staring at the gentle moon filling the sky with her light. So many songs could be derived from her beauty alone, as she stood with such grace among the stars and clouds alike, reflecting the harsher light of the sun. In her hands, Grey held her oud, occasionally playing a few lines of harmony to accompany the sounds of the evening. Sitting atop the Guild's base, she felt at peace with the world. She could hear the songs of nature, whispering in her ears- the distant crashing waves of the ocean, the breath of sleeping animals, even the bits of wind trapped among the leaves.

The sun began to rise, and Grey felt a yawn burst forth. She slipped into a shadow, flitting between darknesses until she found herself back in her own room. Barren as an empty sea, the only decoration was a stand in the corner, onto which she placed her oud. Her grey robe hung from a rod beside her cot, alongside her dress and cloak. Considering the manner of the tourney, she chose to wear the robe.

First, though, she pulled from beneath the cot a roll of cloth bandages. Careful and delicate, she wrapped her chest and groin lightly, to bind herself to a manageable state to fight. The robe was shapeless enough that no one would see this work, but it granted her a sense of security anyways. She slipped the silk on, over her body, and lowered the hood over her face, casting a shadow across her features. The dim nature of the shadow over her face offered her a sort of invisibility; one could see her, just as one can see every piece of furniture in a room, their attention would just be diverted elsewhere. She was, when her hood was down, nearly impossible to pay attention to- until battle begins.

She was a bard, sure, a classically trained one at that. A half elf, even- she was meant to be dramatic. But it just was not in her nature, an affect of her personality gifted by her deceased mother, no doubt. It was not modesty. Merely, she had grown up not wanting to stand out, and this had affected her personality and style alike. Thus, Grey simply walked out of her room, and through the halls, until she reached the grounds for the tourney, and waited until the others arrived. She considered a nap, watching the sun with scorn in her eyes.

When Artura entered, Grey remained hidden in her dark corner, unseen, and quiet. Grey watched the guild mother with the corners of her mouth almost twitching into a smile. She loved Artura, almost as much as she loved the moon. Not wanting to delay the start of the tourney, Grey stepped out of the shadows, and waited to be noticed. Kaito entered soon after the announcement, with his flare of exuberant flamboyance. Grey admired his strength- for a man without a face, he was the most expressive she had ever known. Grey maintained her composure, face locked in a serene look of ambivalence, and walked up to the circle.

She removed her hood, and held out a hand.

[Assistant]
Shandria was in the usual place she could almost always be found in. Somewhere close to Artura. Perhaps sprawled out across the top of the throne-like chair, or resting her head on the armrest. Her exact position changed over the couple hours of the morning that everyone was gathering and she looked rather tired, or like she was about to fall asleep. Most knew that was the usual state for her, bored and on the verge of needing a nap no matter how rested she truly was.

Now just because she sat there next to the throne on her knees leaning against the throne, or atop it lying on her side, this didn't mean she was some kind of pet. Just because she shared characteristics with a dragon didn't mean she was an animal... and besides dragons were the furthest things from beasts one could get. Except for maybe the Angels but, who knew if they really existed. Angels were a concept of but one religion of many and they certainly hadn't come to help when the demons invaded.

Either way the reason she was always so close to Artura was because of their history together and Shandria's mentality of looking up to the human. She had lived three nearly five times as long as this human and yet she felt there was so much she could learn from her, and felt her own strengths paled in comparison to hers, especially in the wisdom department. After all, in just under fifty years the human had created a guild that protected an entire kingdom from threats the army couldn't deal with. Heroes of the people, champions of the land... in over two hundred and thirty years, what had Shandria accomplished? She was just a member of that prestigious group, and only for a couple years now.

The Dragonkin sighed to herself as Artura called out who would be fighting, signaling the beginning of the tournament. She herself wore little more than strings, but Dragonkin were very different from other mortal races. They had little need to cover themselves up as their scales were natural clothing. It was difficult to ever consider a Dragonkin nude when they had nothing to hide. Plus she didn't do armor, it wasn't her thing. Her scales were like steel as it was, and she preferred staying far from her enemy regardless.

She watched the two enter the little arena, her tail swaying about as she spoke up just barely enough for the two to hear her. "Oh my, Kaito is doing his quiet ominous act. Shh, don't tell him how silly he looks or he might break his composure. And we'd never know! Also hope Grey doesn't pass out... isn't it like way past time for her to be sleeping?" She said this genuinely, not in a mocking way knowing the girl was usually going to sleep around this time.

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As for Silvia, well she was there to enjoy the spectacle for what it was, and that was mostly just some friendly bouts. Rather than trying to pull out something to sit on, she was content to lay spread out on the ground, her arms resting behind her head as she watched the proceeding fights as well as to wait for her own match to start. Clad in some light leather and flowing cloth she certainly looked like an everyday villager, yet she was most certainly not one, still she could understand if someone were to make such a mistake.

The Pugilist strained her neck upwards to glance at Artura, the Guild Master, looking regal as always in her full plate. Silvia could never understand why anyone would wear such heavy armor, it slowed a fighter down so much, yet at the same time she recognized how much their fighting styles differed. Then of course Shandria was right there beside their master like always, and Silvia couldn't even start to guess how deep the relationship between those two really was, still just looking from the outside she could at least tell they were pretty close.

When Artura announced the next fighters, Silvia sat up to get a better look at the upcoming spar. Kaito was interesting and mysterious, mainly due to the mask he always wore. She also found watching him fight to be pretty fun, so to hear he was about to enter the ring was fairly exciting. Plus he was just fun to hang around, she definitely liked how he could joke around so easily. As for Gray, well honestly Silvia didn't have much to say. The half-elf has always kept to herself which didn't exactly facilitate friendship in a certain Pugilist's modest opinion, but maybe with time she could finally open up a little. Whatever the case was, Silvia was looking forward to seeing their little bout, although personally she hedged her bets on Kaito, not that she was actually gambling any coin.

[Assistant]
A desolate lump hidden under layers of fur and cloth blankets shuttered slightly as it felt the warmth of the morning sun on its back. Slowly, the figure of a large man emerged from the covers with a mighty yawn, matched with an equally long stretch. Feet slid across the floor as he groggily rubbed his eyes, promptly taking a tumble as his path crossed with the armor he had haphazardly thrown aside the night before. Muttering in a frustrated tone, he continued the process of dressing and preparing for the miniature tournament. Strapping his chest plate down, the man grabbed a set of 3 blades. He unsheathed the top most blade, a matte dark grey surface with a light reflective luster revealed a pair of wild green eyes staring intently at the runes engraved into the weapon.

 With a tilted grin, Gareth leaped through the guild complex and exited to the backyard with an upbeat gait. He scanned the field for a moment, before moving towards Silvia while watching the duel between Kaito and Grey. Unceremoniously, Gareth plopped down beside Silvia with an idle expression. "Good morning Silvia, have you fought already?" Gareth's slanted smile hung from his face lazily as he basked in the glow of the rising sun. Although appearing somewhat indifferent, Gareth excitedly anticipated his match as he eyed the duel before him. There were few things that could improve his day more than a few spars in the morning.

[User]
Artura looked down to Shandria and smirked. "Come now Shandria, let him play his mind games. Everything matters in a battle from beginning to end, even before the combat starts." She stood up and looked down at the two, and up to the rest who were watching. "Today we will find out who the strongest person in the guild is. You will earn little more than bragging rights, but there is more to it than a show of strength. As you all know, recently quests have been divided between five tiers of difficulty. All of us, myself included, are starting out at rank one and will work our way up. Becasue of this, rank four, and rank five quests will be temporarily prohibited. Rank two quests can be done if two or more rank one members take part, and a rank three quest can be done if three or more take part. What this means is, if you want to do the more difficult quests you will have to work together as a guild like never before. Not just becasue of a quest's difficulty, but because you are literally prohibited from doing quests above your rank without aid."

She looked around at the different members of the guild. Shandria, Kaito, Grey, Gareth, Silvia. Even her own daughter likely lurking around somewhere, and of course all the other members of the guild. "I trust in all of you, to protect each other and use each other's strengths. But first you all have to see those strengths for yourselves. So this tournament will allow you to enter combat with your fellow guild members, and see first hand what strengths they offer. What power they hold and how reliable in a fight they are. There is no better way to get to know a person than to fight them one on one."

She sat back down on her "throne" aka big chair, one leg crossing over the other. "That being said don't try to kill each other. There's not enough of us to be throwing our lives away in duels. So have a nice, clean fight." She held her hands up and motioned to each of the combatants. "Grey, this is your brother. Kaito, this is your sister. For a short time, you will be enemies. But don't lose yourselves to rage in combat, and don't do anything you will regret. Hold back, and you will lose. Go overboard, and you will lose family. That is your challenge here today in this arena."

Little did anyone know the little flags that made the circle of the arena, and by far gave plenty of room to move around, had runes etched into them. It was a protective barrier, and neither side could suffer fatal wounds. After leaving the circle, their bodies would be reversed in time to the point they entered, restoring their energy and mending any wounds. But it wasn't any fun if they knew that. If the threat of mistakes and death wasn't real, they wouldn't take it as seriously. And Artura needed them to see each other's feelings, even behind a mask. Every swing of the sword, every spell cast. If one was holding back for the other's sake, they would see it. They would understand the emotions going through their mind. The danger of hurting a fellow guild member, a member of their family. And at the same time, they would see their strength to push past that danger and win.

Little else mattered now but a chance at victory, and the truest victory was bringing the guild closer together.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female
DNA: Ascension Frigatebird (Fregata aquila)

Personality: Mal, in an interesting twist, didn't entirely name herself. In fact, she based her name off of what the scientists at Chimera used to call her; malcontent, malicious, maladjusted. This speaks to her personality pretty strongly. She's...well, you could call her prickly. She's not one for staying quiet and not speaking her mind, and she makes it very clear to everyone exactly what she thinks of them. For the Flock especially. For them, it's her own little way of showing that she cares deeply about them, and wants them to be all that they can. For everyone else? That's how she takes out her anger. Or, well, tries to. It doesn't always work, and that has resulted in her being...pretty violent if someone sets her off. She's the principal hair-trigger of the group, always ready to go off on anybody that might get in her way, or her family's. And she does consider the Flock her family. She cares for them immensely, and despite being the youngest (tied with Dizzy), is fiercely protective of all of them. Just, well, that protection can manifest as "stop being such a baby and deal with it" a good majority of the time.

Appearance: Mal is on the shorter side for someone in the Flock. That being said, 'on the shorter side for someone in the Flock' still means she cracks six feet, ending up just a fraction of an inch under 6'1". Her skin is fair and spattered with freckles, and she sports a pair of stormy gray eyes framed by blonde hair that falls a little ways past her shoulders. She refuses to tie it up, insisting that it be hanging free at all times. Her height conspires with her light build (and massive caloric intake) to make her extremely slender. She's very flexible. As a general rule, she wears a white hoodie (though whether or not it's white anymore is debatable, since it doesn't get washed as often as it should) and tough denim jeans, as well as a pair of beaten-up boots shoplifted from a military surplus store when nobody was looking.

She bears a pair of huge gunmetal-gray wings. True to the nature of the frigatebird, her wings are enormous compared to her body, easily stretching over eighteen feet from tip to tip. Due to this, she's a master at gliding. She can go for miles upon miles without so much as a few flaps. Thus, once she's in the air—as long as there's no hurry—she can fly for a very long time. You'll notice I mentioned 'in a hurry.' That's because these wings, while fantastic for gliding, are fairly cumbersome to actually flap. She's quite a slow midair sprinter, and she needs a good long time to get into the air, relative to others; she definitely can't snap up there quick. Once she's up, though, she's not coming down.

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Other: It's worth mentioning that though she's never been to the ocean, she desperately wants to.

History: Mal was always a fighter. Back in Chimera, when she was taken for experiments, her poor, twig-thin undernourished self would fight tooth and nail to get away from the scientists, even breaking her own less-developed hollow bones on a few occasions. Because of his characteristic, despite looking quite a bit older than she really was, she was never sent off like Flick was; it was deemed too risky. She was insubordinate, and that made her dangerous. Makes her dangerous. On the whole, she hasn't changed much.

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The fluorescent lights flickered open in the dark and quiet hallway, with nothing but the sharp sound of a lone footstep echoing. Once the metal doors of a single cell opened, it revealed not a prison but a rather dainty room. Complete with a single bed, a desk and a bookshelf, a single potted plant and a door for a bathroom. Inhabiting the room was a woman, ashen pale, dark haired , she looked up from her book, her eyes were blank and dead. The visitor, a middle aged man in a twenty grand suit motioned to her, and from just that she understood what she had to do, like a flick of a button. She closed her book and gave him her full attention.

The man reached her a dossier, five of them then scanned the contents of each. "Five of our subjects managed to escape the facility two nights ago" The woman stood silent. "Their recovery is our priority, unharmed if necessary." he simply said, and walked away. Seven is quite familiar of the procedure. When somebody tries to escape usually they don't go far enough until they are recaptured once again. Usually by her. How would this one be any different she thought. Promptly, she prepares herself for another hunt ahead.

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It had been raining for days. Seven despised the rain. And the city looked very despondent ,at the very least, with the clouds covering the sun's bright rays. That evening she walked amongst the city crowd, umbrellas perched above them blanketing in shades of black and grey and only she stood out amongst them, her head only covered by the hood of her dark jacket. During her briefing she was told that blending in is a strict requirement first and foremost. And she made sure that was carefully followed.

Should've brought an umbrella she thought, as the drizzle became heavier, she crossed the busy road, bags of groceries lugging in both arms. Seven had grown fond of the city in her many times she was stationed there. It was a far cry from the first time she set foot on it's busy streets, anxiety and paranoia used to plague her. Although she can live quite freely on her own accord, the fact that she's still property of Chimera had limited her much of her freedom, she was unable to stray away from a certain location and was constantly under surveillance. But so far this hasn't bothered her, having what little freedom she had away from the facility she was imprisoned was enough for her.

Seven steered towards the alley, and went inside a small establisment door next to a Chinese diner. Taking the narrow stairs up to her door she fished out the keys on her pockets, unlocking a door to her small apartment. The inside is cozy, there was a couch that also provided as her bed, a huge shelf of books was at the corner, and a few pots of plants that bloomed with flowers showed that it was diligently taken care of. The pale woman put away all her groceries, whilst the sound of late night shows, terrible one liners and laugh tracks subtly played on the tv.

Unlidding a bottle of light vodka, which she poured in a glass mug, Seven took another study at the dossiers. Sitting on the sofa, familiarising their faces, their scent, from what she was provided with. They all looked like a couple of years younger than she is. That is, as far as she can tell of her own age. Almost three days had already past since they escaped, nobody had reported their entrance to the city yet, so they couldn't have gotten far from the facility. But once they do, she should be ready. It's of utmost priority.

Wandering off from her own thought, the woman gazed out of her bay window, mug clutching in both hands. The rain had slowly receded as the sun glinted over the urban horizon.

[Assistant]
Flick remained on the ground to see to it that all the others made it up into the air. They'd come this far; he wasn't going to lose one of them because they were being stubborn. Flick then unfurled his wings. His wingspan was an impressive fourteen feet, built for strength and agility into one. His grey and white feathers caught the sun, the feeling of warmth soothing after the last few long, wet days.

Flick was up in the air with a couple strong beats. He caught up to the others with little effort. His eyes did an automatic scan of the horizons. They had been very cautious of flying vehicles since their escape. At the first sight of a plane or helicopter, Flick had made everyone land and hunker down. As they closed in on the city, those things were bound to become more plentiful.

It didn't take long to get there. By the time the flock had reached the outskirts, the sun was peaking over the tall buildings. Flick remembered seeing a city in real life for the first time; it had been amazing. Breathtaking. Intimidating. He knew the others were bound to be wary, as was he.

"Land down in those trees there," He pointed to one of the last clumps of trees before the city began proper. It appeared to be part of a park, with lots of trees, bushes, and shrubs to hide behind. Flick banked down and took a dive towards the tree cover. The harpy eagle DNA in him allowed for the maneuverability to swoop into a forest and land on a dime. He came and touched down behind the truck of a large oak, then went about tucking his wings in as far as they would go. Luckily, unlike the birds they were modeled after, their wings could folder over several times. This allowed them to hide under clothes fairy easily. However, the gaping slits in the back of his scrub top was bound to get a few odd looks.

[User]
Rook was glad that Mal had seemingly calmed down. What he wasn't glad about was the fact that she then decided, for no apparent reason, to grab his head and rub his hair around. He cringed at the unexpected contact. "You're welcome, but please never do that again." Sighing to himself, he watched as Crash and Dizzy flew up, and together, they continued going up, until he heard Mal talk about the city.

Trying to see for himself, he flew up to her height, and was immediately blown away by the strange yet beautiful view. He could see the city in plain view, stretching on into the horizon. He had only seen cities before in books, usually when they were talking about urban combat. But to see it for himself...he thought of all the people, the buildings, the great amount of everything laid before him. What useful things could he find there? Where could they find food, or shelter, for that matter?

Before he could think any more on it, Flick and flown up and was guiding them towards the city. He followed along, the city itself not that far away. Following Flick's orders, he touched down in the trees near the city, taking a few steps to bleed off excess momentum from the flight before crouching behind a tree. Following Flick's lead, he began to tuck his wings in. The outfit would draw suspicion, but at least any bystanders wouldn't notice his wings.

[Assistant]
It was a good flight; for the first time since their escape, Mal could feel the sun soaking into her feathers, and the dark wings sucked up the sunlight like a pair of solar panels. She made a little game out of scanning the ground below her: what was the best color of car she saw? To her disappointment, most of them were shades of gray; black, silver, white, red. Boring colors. She saw a few nicer ones, but most of them were samey. She grumbled something indistinct, snapping her eyes back up to the horizon and resuming her horizon watch.

Then, of course, the city loomed ahead of them. It really was big; she had no idea how many people were living there, but she began to wonder if it was a bad idea to come here. Just imagining being around all of those people in a tight, enclosed space was starting to make her skin crawl, and regret seeded into her mind for a moment before she shook her head a little bit, teeth clenched up. Dig your heels in and don't back down, Mal, she growled to herself, flapping her wings a few time to surge forwards and draw just behind Flick.

And then...then...

Flick showed them where they should land, and she swore. Loudly. And excessively. As far as she could tell, there weren't any large clearings that didn't look like they were inhabited by something or other, and she didn't want to take the risk of landing outside of the trees and walking into them. Too conspicuous. So in the end, her enormous wings were going to have to find a gap to slip between trees. And that was going to be less than fun for a number of reasons.

Following Flick, she yanked her wings nearly all the way in, pulling into a steep dive, and cussed all the way down to the treeline.

She tried to slide in all graceful like Flick. She really did. But her wings were just too big. As she turned in, she caught a tree with her wing and yelped before she could control herself, spiralling down the remaining twenty or so feet to the ground. After a moment, she stood up, spitting out leaves, and glared at the tree. She wasn't hurt. Her pride was the real casualty here.


[System]
Sabre04

Military Rank: Sargent
Age: 26

Sex: Male

All clothing as well as the mask are black.

Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.

Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.

Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.

By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.

Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.

By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.

Specializations:

Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training

Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.

>> Retrieving most recent Psychological Evaluations. . . |
>> Done
>> File extracted
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[[PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION: SETH GARRON, SARGENT]]
EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: [[REDACTED]]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing.

[User]
James smiled as the elevator came to a halt, there was only one reason this would happen, and he knew exactly what it was.

They had arrived at the armory, and that was the best feeling he ever felt as he saw the beauteous gear that each Sabre had available to them. When he saw his kit, he really did get a 'child in the candy store' smile. He strode over to the Suit with '05' printed over it in the standard military font. He smiled as he ran his hands over the fabric-like weave, feeling it...come to life? On contact with his body, he pulled the suit free from its resting place and quickly slid on the outfit, the 'clothing' conforming to the contours of his body to be comfortable, yet it looked, nice, and a very, standard grey. After sliding on the nano-fiber outfit, that resembled basic military attire, but it felt so much better on him, flicking up the hood, it almost seemed like he didn't have one on, but to the rest, unless they had enhanced vision, they wouldn't see anything of his face.

He turned back to the table, grabbing the vest that held many pouches for magazines, grenades, and other gadgets he had yet to grab. Looking at the rest of his kit, he saw a small crate, bout the size of a large dinner pan. Opening the crate, inside sat a small single-eye optic, which fit to his right eye amazingly well. After he had it on, an interface lit up, and he noticed he had missed a wrist-mountable tool, after taking it and putting it on his wrist, the interface called it 'Anchor' stating it was ready for use. "Shit, even a Masters degree can't prep you for shit this amazing." Soon he looked to what else sat in the crate, and inside he saw a drone that nearly encompassed the whole thing. after a small scouring of the drone he found it's method of activation, a small switch on the inside, and the machine nearly jumped out of the box. Startling James a tad he stepped back, watching as the machine circled around him, was it...Was it looking him over? He'd heard of sentient A.I., but that was a theory before he left. He extended his hand to it, and the drone, bumped the tips of his fingers, almost giving him a curious look. "You are one perky li'l bugger ain't ya?" He chuckled, giving the drone a light pat on the 'head' and motioning for it to follow, which it surprisingly did. As it moved he did a diagnostic on its weapon systems, small flamethrower...it's own SMG, a small grenade launcher...A flash? Nifty. He'll have to figure that out later.

Now it was to his weaponry, which was just as odd as the erst of what he saw, was what resembled a sub-machine gun with an extended barrel, a solid stock, foregrip, hybrid sight, and extended mags. Alongside it sat a compacted shotgun, about the same size, he knew the model and smiled. The gun had a sling, which'd make it easy to carry, the shells were both buck and solid slug. Sitting next to the table was a box for explosives, opening it he saw two spheres with sensory nodes on them, your standard frags, and what looked like remotely detonated charges. With an analysis from his optic, he realized they had nanites that were interfaced with the software in his suit and wrist-tool. According to the interface, he could...'Possess' other machinery? "Nice..."

[Assistant]
Snapping the last of the armoured plates into place Saf relaxed for a moment and let her suit settle into place before starting a few warm-up exercises. The rig felt no different than any other she'd worn in her career, if anything it was a little less protective than most she'd used. While her chest was well covered and the interlocking plates running over her abdomen and spine moved smoothly and provided cover her arms and legs only had plates covering about a third of their total area, with her inner arms and thigh only protected by the flexible underlayer which was little more than an alloy weave.

Halfway through her exercises Saf felt the power building inside her again and quickly stopped moving. Carefully straightening up as the power flowed through her Saf realised her entire body was beginning to glow with the same light she'd seen on the gauntlet before.

Moving slowly she tried to touch her arm, but as she drew near the glowing energy seemed to merge, letting her hand pass straight through without difficulty. 'Well, at least I won't have a problem getting the damn thing off when the time comes,' She thought derisively, still not convinced as to the suit's value.

As a thought came over her she quickly lifted her foot and examined the sole of her boot. Almost instantly the glowing field snapped into place, enveloping her feet from below. 'They thought of that, too, huh?' She thought, starting to be impressed by the designer's foresight. As she lowered her foot again Saf felt a moment's pressure before her boot touched the floor, the field shutting off as it detected the constant pressure demanding contact with the deck plating.

Moving over to the rack of weapons Saf ran her eyes over the selection of a moment before reaching out for an SMG which was close at hand. 'Guess I'll need a weapon...' she thought to herself. An instant later the SMG exploded in a shower of metal fragments, skewered on a shaft of energy emanating from Saf's hand. Pulling her gauntlet back quickly Saf glanced down the row at the rest of her squad sheepishly, wondering if any of them had noticed her little mishap.

[User]
Seth didn't see the need to respond to anyone as they rode down the elevator. Staying silent and observing was his speciality, so why not use it? Silence was his only constant friend, and observation was the best tool he had in his arsenal. No amount of chatting and aimlessly talking compared to simply watching a person act on their own accord, because people try to make themselves seem a certain way in conversations, and the only way to see that happening is observing multiple conversations with said person and find the things that match to use as a baseline for how they are. Seth walked off the elevator into his designated chamber and almost instinctively stripped once he saw his suit. It was outfitted to be as quiet and elusive as possible. He slips it on, noticing the tight fit, but not suffocating. More like putting on another layer of skin, due to how natural and thin it felt.
 Running through the test course was too easy. Though, it was only meant to test the suit's integration, not pose as a mental challenge. Or if it was, it did no good against Seth. Every camera was avoided, even the test camera that was supposed to serve as a starting point for the observing scientists. When Seth re-entered from the ending side, the scientists were baffled. And impressed. Having been told nothing except to run the course without being seen by any person or camera, Seth didn't know of a 'test camera' that he was supposed to be seen in to start the time, the sneaky stealth operative avoided that one, too. Waiting for others to finish their tests and calibrations, Seth sat down, checking out everyone else's armour and weapons. Seth unsheathed the knife from his right boot. His 'last chance bullet'. He'd only kill if he had to, which it shouldn't come to that. His job was to put eyes and ears in the enemy base, not kill them all. He collects all available info, then gets out, the latter being the more difficult of the two.


[System]
160cm ◆ December 27th ◆ 20's

TRIVIA
◇ Plays piano, violin, cello, bass, and guitar in a variety of styles and varying degrees of proficiency, but always falls back to guitar
◇ Works mainly as a freelance photographer
◇ Regularly dyes her hair but finds working with her ears very annoying
Bonus Songs
◇ No Reply

[User]
Fuyuko continued to keep her eyes shut at Ji's response as-

 Wait, did his voice just crack?

 ... Pfft- Ah, oops.

 Without meaning to, a laugh started to escape her lips before Fuyuko quickly brought a hand to her mouth and clamped it shut. She dared to peak open her eyes to look into the room and saw Ji, back straight as a rod, dutifully sitting on his bed and turned completely away from the opposite door. 'That's kind of cute,' she thought as she also looked over on her side of the room and saw that nothing had been shifted. A pang of guilt shot through her body, but she swallowed it as she took a few steps outside.

 And then guilt turned into pain as she slipped on the wooden floor and landed with a yelp.

 Fuyuko immediately scrambled to stand again, rushing out a hurried "I'm fine!" Red and heat began to paint her cheeks as she hurried over to the single closet in the room, quickly taking out her white plaid flannel, blue jeans, and woolen kitten socks before rushing back into the bathroom in a hurried panic for the second time today. She tried to ignore the embarrassment that was flooding her face as she began not only thinking about her fall, but also how she had practically flew into the bathroom earlier, struggling to put on her clothes properly.

 Once she finally got herself dressed, she left the bathroom, closing it with a click. She then deposited all her used clothes in a laundry basket she placed near the closet before crawling onto her bed facing Ji and picking up her guitar. Embarrased, anxious, and with a towel still draped over her head, she placed the body of the guitar in her lap, the neck standing straight up and caught in a death grip as she tried to turn invisible behind it. "I'm done now," she meekly let out, wishing desperately that she could have been born part chameleon rather than part cat.

[Assistant]
Cringing at his own voice crack and Fuyuko's totally-laughing-at-him giggles, Ji's face continues to be on fire, waiting for her to just finish getting dressed already. This is going to be a horrible couple of days, isn't it? Not because Fuyuko is rude in any way, but because they're both too polite and awkward to do anything but dance around each other infinitely. Ji definitely underestimated his own social skills--because the truth is, he's kind of atrociously bad at communicating with other beings, human or hybrid.

 This is fine, Ji thinks, although he doesn't believe a word of it and is just trying to prolong the "pretend you don't care" period. This is fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine--

 Aaaaand she slipped. Why is this situation still getting worse. Please somebody kill me now.

 "Um, are you okay--" Ears easily picking up every move Fuyuko makes whether he likes it or not, Ji tracks her movement from the bathroom doorway, to the closet, to the bathroom again, where she closes the door firmly behind her. Then he deflates, splaying himself out on the bed again and wishing all of this never happened. Maybe he should just take a cold shower; he needs to cool down big time after... everything...

 "I'm done now."

 "O-oh!" Ji startles, rolling over to look Fuyuko in the face. Well, at least she's embarrassed too. This night has been a real comedy of errors, hasn't it? Except he can't really see the humor in it yet, not when Fuyuko is hiding behind her guitar like it might shield her from the reality of... this. Seeing this, Ji changes his mind a bit. Instead of bolting to the shower like Fuyuko did, he sits up, dangling his feet over the edge of the bed (Do they touch the floor? No?) with a pensive look on his face. He's thinking of something to say to her; he wants to make a good impression, after all. After a moment, he just decides to introduce himself the old-fashioned way.

 "Um... anyway," he starts, clearing his throat beforehand. "I don't think I ever told you my name, or anything about me. And since this snowstorm doesn't show any signs of stopping..." The weather outside is frightening, Ji's mind supplies, but he refuses to accept that song as the template for their stay here. The fire inside is not delightful. "...we should probably get acquainted. I'm Ji Chan. I don't really have one job, I just drift..." Ji trails off, thinking about the places he's visited, the sorts of people he's met, and decides Fuyuko probably wouldn't like any of them. "So. Yeah. That's about it, how about you?"

[User]
Fuyuko continued to hide behind her guitar, but her ears were still keeping track of every movement and word that Ji made. When she heard him say that he was a drifter, guilt and relief flooded her veins, physically deflating as she breathed out an "Oh my goood so that's why you don't have any luggage. I was so worried I-"

 "Ah!" She suddenly realized, shooting back up again in her seat. "T-That is, I, um..." her voice getting smaller with every word, "I, well, just thought that you were a burglar or something." She sank behind her guitar once more, eyes shut and trembling. Unable to bear the shame any longer, however, she quickly slid off her bed and bowed low to Ji, instrument across her chest, words rushing out of her mouth as she said, "I'm sorry that was wrong with me but that was why I was acting so weird because I didn't know why anyone would come here without carrying anything and I thought that you needed to know and I didn't want you to think that I was some scaredy cat who jumps at strangers and, and, and..."

 Fuyuko quickly found herself running out of breath, still bowing but at least feeling a little bit better about herself. She also managed to straighten herself out once more and look at Ji in the eyes before having to climb up back into her bed. She crossed her legs and laid the guitar in her lap again, but this time allowing it to rest in a much more comfortable position with it in its proper playing position, her hands holding it for comfort. Once she sat down, however, she found her eyes only able to occasionally meet Ji's gaze before they flitted off to another corner of the room. "And yeah. I'd, um, I'd be grateful if we could just kinda forget what happened, ah, Ji."

 "I'm Fuyuko Wakana," she continued, voice soft but at least trying to hold a conversational tone. "I'm a photographer. I'm actually here on a job because the owners asked me to do a photoshoot of their place." She wanted to make it up to Ji somehow for putting him through everything that happened since the moment he walked in, but there really wasn't much that she could offer him (or really, felt comfortable offering him), except...

 "If... if you're looking for a job I sometimes have people model in my photos, but, uh, with the weather it'd be kinda hard to find anybody right now and I was hoping to start tomorrow. Oh and, I do pay my models. If you're interested."

[Assistant]
"Wait. You what now?"

 When the words "I thought that you were a burglar" come out of Fuyuko's mouth, the tone of the room instantly changes, going from slightly awkward to almost relaxed in just a few seconds. Ji is, at first, unable to believe it, but quickly a large, delighted grin shows on his face. Wait, no kidding? This is a real thing? She thought he was--him? He's 5'4! He can't reach most people's chins, let alone beat them up and steal their money. He doesn't even have a knife... well, not unless his pinky-sized pocketknife counts. He can't help but laugh, just a tiny bit, before nodding and turning solemn again. Fuyuko's bowing at his feet, after all, and we can't have that. She probably feels downright guilty; she seems like the type.

 "Don't worry about it," Ji tells her, a smile yet again on his face. "I, um, don't take offense to being called a... burglar." Heheh. He quickly swallows a laugh and coughs instead. "Ahem. I'm not gonna steal your stuff, not like I could sell it anywhere, we're pretty much trapped here." Wait! That sort of comment could be misinterpreted to seem like Ji knows how to sell stolen stuff! "N-not like I'm a thief! I may be broke, but I'm not a criminal! And please, don't feel like you have to bow to some drifter like me..." She's uptight, then. And definitely a scaredy-cat, no matter what she says. He almost feels bad for laughing. Almost. A burglar? Seriously!

 "And sure. Consider it forgotten," Ji says, feeling himself relax a little as the tense atmosphere fades. All things considered... they might get along well. "And it's nice to meet you. Fuyuko." He tries to pronounce the name as softly as possible, not sure if she'll jump again, and rush to answer him. It's a pretty name; next to Ji's self-styled nickname/given name/name-he-gave-himself-because-certain-things-happened, it feels particularly fancy. And Japanese. Photography is nice profession, too, if not one that pays super well; since she's just looking out for herself, it's probably just enough. He's not extremely sold on the idea of becoming a model, mostly because he thinks he doesn't look the part. Short and messy are not adjectives usually used to describe models.

 At the mention of money, though, Ji's ears perk up; he grins. Finally, something he knows about!

 "Money, huh? You're talking my language now," he says, leaning forward to show he's interested. She probably did that on purpose, out of some sort of guilt, but Ji is frankly too broke to care. "If it's a model you want, it's a model you've got. But, uh." His grin drops, revealing a more shy, guilty face in its place. Never mind, how could he take advantage of such a cute girl like that? That would stain his conscience forever. "Don't feel obliged to pay me too much, you know? I can... I have survived on a few bucks before."

[User]
At the mention of obligations and of the sudden admittance of his hardships, Fuyuko suddenly found herself looking at Ji, eyebrows scrunched and raised in a mixture of worry and annoyance. "I always pay all my models fairly. Always," she stated seriously, all previous hesitation gone from her voice.

 Still, she found herself looking away from him again. Most of her anxiety with the new situation had simmered down only to be replaced with the ones that continually plagued her, ears twitching in irritation as she laid a cheek down on one hand resting on the guitar, the other hand fidgeting and plucking away at the strings muted by her palm. "I make good enough money to afford it," she mumbled, words to more reassure herself than Ji.

 But he had nothing to do with any of that and she knew it and knew that he probably only said what he did to be considerate. After all, he was trying his best to relax the atmosphere for her, and it was working. 'Don't think I don't notice what you're doing you... you... you-person-who-I-didn't-think-you-were-you,' she thought to herself.

 "Sorry," she eventually sighed, "sorry," adjusting her face so that her chin now rested on her hand and so that she could look up at Ji, which didn't take much effort considering (and she had just noticed) how he was maybe only a few centimeters taller than her. "I've just - I've just worked really hard for a really long time to be where I am so I get a bit snippy when anybody suggests I'm not good at what I do."

 "Besides," she said with a small smile, "I bet you don't know the first thing about modeling so you wouldn't know if I was under or overpaying you anyway," eyes moving back down onto her instrument in a most conspiratory fashion.


[System]
Shoko is a simple dresser, preferring to not stand out. She's most often wearing some sort of tank top beneath a usually unbuttoned collared shirt, with either a blue-grey skirt or a loose pair of jean-shorts and black low-top sneakers. She wears grey gloves to cover the red palms that are a side-effect of her Quirk, mostly out of habit now -- while she still doesn't exactly like them and won't needlessly show them off, they bother her far less than they used to.
Gender: Female

Age: 15

Height: 164cm

Weight: 55kg

Personality:
Shoko is a bit of a walking contradiction, mostly thanks to the way her Quirk has helped shape her personality. She's a quiet and reserved person who most commonly expresses all of her emotions through the same slight smile, but loves being around others despite that. She has a hyper-competitive nature, but will always take a fall for someone else when she can. She'll work herself to exhaustion, and then completely downplay any achievements that come about from that hard work, finding no pride in them unless they involve assisting another person.

Any concern expressed by others for her is immediately dismissed, as it makes her feel uncomfortable -- living in the shadow of her parents and brother her entire life, she's developed something of an inferiority complex, only exacerbated by her Quirk. From a very young age, she decided her place in life was to help others, and her competitive, hard-working disposition has seen to making sure she took that idea far -- far enough to get her into a hero academy as prestigious as Komei. It's not wrong to say she feels like she completely lucked out -- as she feels she has been her entire life -- especially when she stops and thinks about all the incredibly talented students with amazing Quirks that attend Komei Academy.

Background:
Shoko's life has been as normal as it could possibly be, considering her superhero family. Both her parents were high-ranking heroes in their day, enough so that finding someone now who hasn't at least heard of them is nearly impossible. Her father -- who goes by Biobuilder -- is still active, though less so now due to being past his prime, and her mother, Delphi, is fully retired. Finally, her brother Yuuma, five years older than her, has always been the more gifted child of the two. Marked for greatness from a young age, he's excelled in everything hero-related, and is now an official hero known as Blowback who is on track to exceed his parents' reputation.

And then there was Shoko, with her Quirk that certainly at least denoted her as her parents' child -- her father's ability to manipulate mass and turn it into organic matter to patch injuries up is linked to her ability to manipulate wounds, and her mother's extreme, near mind-reading empathy showed itself in the way Shoko's Quirk is employed as empathetic healing. Unfortunately, despite being linked to their Quirks, hers did not seem to inherit the extreme power her parents' had. On the other hand, her brother's Quirk to eat up damage thrown at him and return it exponentially stronger was straight off the A-list. The only thing notable about Shoko's Quirk was that she was one of the uncommon cases where she was born with it already manifested -- her tiny palms red from the moment she took in her first breath.

While her parents were extremely loving and certainly didn't treat her any worse for not being as potential-filled as her brother, Shoko could never help but feel inferior or guilty in some way, especially when she couldn't keep up with her brother in the training her parents provided the two in their off-time. The thought that they might be disappointed in her, even if they never really gave any indication of such thoughts, always hurt her -- though one benefit that came from this was the molding of her excellent work ethic, as she tried desperately day in and day out to live up to her family.

From a very early age, Shoko got into the habit of using her Quirk every chance she could -- whenever she'd see someone get hurt, whether it was a paper cut, a stubbed toe, or a broken bone, she'd immediately jump to action and take on the injury. She's lost count of how many broken bones she's healed through, convinced that she's had a cast somewhere on her body for almost more time than she hasn't. There was always the worry that she'd be taken advantage of for this habit, and while she could tell often when exactly that was happening, she never minded, finding herself feeling happy for helping despite any pain -- it also helped that she made plenty of genuine friends because of her actions.

This habit was part of the reason she got into sports, apart from the drive she felt to do so from her competitive nature -- people got hurt more often in sports than in regular day life, so she could be of more use in the environment.

And that was mostly how her life went; school during the day where she did well, and sports and hero-training with her family during her evenings. And, of course, non-stop use of her power throughout it all.

When the time came for Shoko to start looking into where she'd go for high school, she followed her parents (rather pressing) suggestion to apply for a hero academy. She really didn't think she was cut out for it, but the idea of being a hero very much appealed to her, and her combined desires to not let down her parents and to help as many people as she could lead her to aim for a rather prestigious school -- Komei Academy. She still vividly remembers how nervous and pathetic she felt just before she gathered the courage to inform her parents of her plan, fully expecting them to gently suggest she aim a little lower -- but they didn't. They took the news exactly as they had when her brother had told them he'd be applying for the top hero academy.

She can pinpoint that exact moment, when she realized her parents truly did believe in her, as the single moment that most helped her shoddy self-confidence -- followed very closely by the moment when she opened the letter from Komei that informed her she had made it in.

Even Shoko herself has noticed the growth she's been experiencing as a person lately, and though she still often finds herself thinking that she probably doesn't belong in a place like Komei, she's set on doing all she can to not flunk out, and just maybe eventually do something half as great as the rest of her family members have.

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Quirk:
Wound Transference

Classification:
Emitter

Description:
Shoko's Quirk has caused the palms on both her hands to permanently be red, as though the first layer of skin is missing. When this red skin comes into contact with another living being, she can instantly take any injuries the being has onto herself, effectively healing the target at the cost of hurting herself.

Very recently, she's discovered that she can give injuries she has to another person in the same fashion, though, at the moment, this is easily denied by an unwilling target -- and such denials cause her to be run through by a wave of pain.

Transferred wounds are relative to the person they're on -- if Shoko were to take on a gash from a 210cm tall person, the injury would cover the same percentage of her body as it did for her target, but would overall be smaller, due to her being smaller than her target. The inverse is also true. When dealing with people who have more extreme mutations due to their own Quirks, transferred wounds will settle somewhere on the receiver's body that most closely corresponds to the site of the wound on the giver. It is also entirely possible for Shoko's Quirk to have no effect if the target's mutation is too abstract.

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Talents:
- Pain tolerance: As one might expect, constant use of her Quirk has lead Shoko to be more tolerant of pain than the average person, even if it's still very unpleasant.

- Ambidextrous: Shoko is fully ambidextrous in both her hands and feet, something she's purposely worked on for as long as she can remember.

- Strategy games: Whether it's Chess, Go, or even video games with a focus on strategy, Shoko is quick to understand such games and play them at an impressive level of skill. They're also her main thing she uses to kill time when she finds herself relaxing.

- Athletic: Honed from years of sports, Shoko's athleticism is something to behold for a girl with her frame. She hides a surprising amount of strength, with excellent reflexes and a strong ability to make snap judgments. It was primarily this athleticism that got her into Komei, her Quirk not being the most useful in the entrance exams.

[User]
Su-Mi only nodded at Aki's explanation. Soon she felt a wave of depression hit her..Ugh she needs to take her meds soon. Class was getting closer and closer to being in session. She looked down at her sketchbook humbly as she started to doodle. The girl aside her now asleep and everyone settling down, she had to settle down too. Sadly before she could put down a single pencil stroke a girl came crawling through the door. She looked wrecked in every sense of the word, Su-Mi frowned softly as she watched the poor thing plop in her seat in defeat. She wanted to do something but couldn't do much. She glanced back at her sketchbook. With another glance back she spotted a tall boy getting up towards the sad girl. "WOW...he's cute too...Ohh you better step up your game girl...ohh" Su-Mi shook her head of the voice and watched under her fringe. She was nosy yes...but she couldn't help but appreciate the nice act he was doing by using his quirk to clean her up.

Su-Mi frowned as she looked down. "Man if only your quirk wasn't so stupid then maybe you'd make a nice impression..." she couldn't help but nod in agreement "yes you are quite right this time....If only" she answered softly with a sigh. "We'll see how long it is until everyone realizes that your not meant to be here"  Su-Mi rolled her eyes, "You know you don't have to be so mean...but yeah..you have a point" she admitted looking down at her desk. "yeah I am right..maybe you should quit...come on..let's just get up a-" "wait a second!" she said aloud on accident. he quickly pulled out her pills from her back pack and swallowed the two needed capsules. There the voice silenced herself. Su-Mi gave a sigh of relief as she felt so much better. She smiled as she jotted down a little note and stood up from her seat quietly. though she couldn't help with a quirk she could at least help her way. She made herway to sad girl's seat and handed her the note. Then she rushed off back to her desk.

"Hope you feel better. Today is going to be a great day don't worry." with a small doodle on the side. She hid her face now feeling embarrassed. "She is going to either laugh or throw that note away sicne you acted like a total creep." "damn it your right on that one"

@liferusher @KimmiNinja @Gutshot

[Assistant]
Once all he students got the class the bell ring just in class what luck, a moment later the teacher arrived placing his brief case on he table and picking up a marker, writing his name on the board.

Akihiko Yoshida

"Good morning class, I hope you guys had fun getting to class." he said smelling a horrid stench in the air, already signaling out the girl with watery eyes. "first day of class at Komei academy and this is how you come into class, Jeeze, once we are done here please go to the nurse. Anyways class, you may know me as the hero L guardian, but here please call me Mr.Yoshida as I will be your homeroom teacher . First things first I'd like to say iscongratulations on successfully enrolling in Komei academy Hero course, now I follow a strict curriculum and those who can't cope will be removed from this course. Also just because you are in the hero course doesn't mean you won't still have your regular core classes such as Math and English. Komei is also a boarding school so each of you will have dorms class-1A's Dorms are separated by gender, boys on the first floor, girls on the second. I will teach you all what it means to be a hero this week, at the end of the week we will follow with a hero apprehension test to see if you retain everything as well as show what you know and what you need to work on. As for now let us start off with a little ice breaker, one by one, I would like everyone to stand up and introduce yourselves as well as tell us a little something. Once you are finished take a seat and the next person go, starting off with you" The hero pointed at the young Aki Ogawa. Mr.Yoshida took a seat and gave the boy his undivided attention.

@FallenTrinity@Gutshot@liferusher@Skepic@Duoya@Demous@Shmektheshmuck@sharksama@cloudystar@Nerv@Aladdin sanity@Pudding@KimmiNinja

[User]
Shoko felt a tap on her back, surprising her and causing her to turn to see the tall girl standing by her.

"Don't stay out too long, okay? I don't want to be late to class, but I don't want you to be late to class. So good luck," she said, getting a small smile and quick nod from Shoko.

As the other girl left, leaving Shoko feeling better with such a simple gesture, the boy who had been thrown approached her, evidently having escaped the grip of the boy with the mutant quirk.

"She's...nurse. She'll be...fine. Come on, go now. Go together...with me," he spoke.

Shoko paused as she looked to the boy, losing herself in her thoughts for a moment. If all her classmates were as nice as these two, she wouldn't have much to worry about -- besides flunking out from not being good enough, of course. But maybe she could get help from her peers to make sure that didn't happen, if she didn't slow them down too much.

The girl found herself smiling to no one in particular, quickly turned away from the boy to not seem weird. It was hard not to smile after this start to the school year.

"I'll be just a moment," she assured the boy, seeing him waiting for her. Sure, the woman beside her was a nurse, but that was no reason to let her heal from this injury they had caused on her own.

Shoko quickly pressed the exposed bottom of her palm against the back of the woman's hand, immediately being hit with pain in her right shoulder and the right side of her head.

The girl winced nearly unnoticeably, grinning through the pain to herself. So that's where she got hit, she thought to herself as she fought off the dizziness that the pain brought, slowly climbing to her feet to make sure she didn't fall over.

A few seconds passed where Shoko closed her eyes and focused on breathing, gently touching the pained side of her forehead.

Opening her eyes, she turned to the boy, flashing a thumbs up. "All done," she said with a grin, taking quick steps to catch up to him.


[System]
Picture/Description: Janos is quite a short fellow, standing at 5'2. His shoulders aren't very wide and there is just something very nonthreathening about him. Janos' black hair is tied to a short ponytail to keep it off from his eyes. His eyes are a pale shade of green. Janos has a very effeminate face and sometimes his actual gender has been a point of confusion to some.

Age: 19

Nationality: Finnish

Weapon of Choice: two straight bladed combat knives with black handles and blade lenght of 8 inches.

Magic Specialization: Avatar Summoning: Flowing Knives. Janos' avatar takes the form of bracers that have two small blades extending barely past his knuckles. The Flowing Knives creates as it's name would suggest an amount of throwing knives - currently 12 is the maximum number Janos can concentrate with and fight effectively - the knives follow the summoner's hand movements and with little wrist movements they can be thrown with much more force and accuracy than what would be possible without the use of the avatar.

Bio: With the family name Kalpa - roughly translating to épee, or sword - you would think that you are somehow destined to be a swordsman of at the very least some caliber. Janos somehow became exactly that. At the age of 16 Janos joined the academy to further his skills even more and did his best to learn controlling his avatar. At 18 he left the academy for the mandatory year in the Finnish Defense Forces - attaining the rank of Alikersantti, or Corporal. He's returned to the academy to meet old faces, new faces and to as he would put it himself 'finish his learning'.

Other: Janos has a bit of a short temper, especially with the younger students. He's admittedly a bit of a nerd.

[User] Nathan would quietly leave the crowd, being tossed around slightly, but pushing back against the people trying to push him around, heading into the main halls, sitting down between Rooms 5B and 4B, and staring at his dark weaponry

[Assistant] Janos turned on his heels and nearly fell on his backside when he too saw the dragon. "Mi-mi-mitä... helvettiä?" He had seen a few odd things in his life, but never a dragon before. "Onkohan toi typy Targaryenin sukua?" He smirked and adjusted his shirt slightly while doing his best to hide his amazement. Janos managed to gather his composure remarkably quickly and calmly walked closer to the dragon and the girl. "Well I'll be damned, a gal and a dragon, you planning on heading to King's Landing with an army soon?" He quipped while keeping his eyes on the dragon more than the girl. Silently he admitted to himself that he was such a nerd.

[User] Harry nodded to Eriella asking if he liked the dragon. Harry smiled and said "I don't see how I couldnt like him even with my magic I couldnt beat him. Not that I would want ir would try to fight him though." Then turned his head as another dude came over. Harry laughed at the dude joke then saying "While I'm sure they could do some good damage I dont think they'd be here right now unless they wanted to get stronger in some way.

[Assistant]
"Yeah, I want to get really strong, we don't really have any goals after that. Probably to just protect, and look after everybody you know." Eriella smiled, remaining to sit on Zorralth. She smiled down at Harry with happiness, she was very lucky to be accepted into Blade Master Academy.

"But the thing is, I can't really have Zorralth out for long, since I'm very weak by myself. I've only started to train a year ago after all when I was given these knives." Eriella showed him both of her knives which had dragons on the blade, they were glowing green slightly due to her summoning Zorralth.

[User]
> "Hm? Oh this is my way for find a friend mister, even if I have to fight!" Eriella grinned happily herself, she had to have a friend, no _she needed to have a friend._ Her dragon was quite large, even for her.
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> "Are you challenging her?" The dragon asked the male, he had a very mature male voice, his name is Zorralth.

"Of course I am, I haven't had a good fight since I got here and I fully intend to fix that." Yasuri said grinning as he readied his greatsword. This was going to be fun, of course if his offer was refused he couldn't very well fight them without permission.

[Assistant]
Eriella then jumped off Zorralth, he went back into the sky as her knives stopped glowing. She fell on her knee, but decided to stand back up before looking to Yasuri.

"How about later? Summoning Zorralth takes a lot of energy out of me, so I'd like to heal up for our duel." Eriella smiled, panting slightly from all the magic she used, but she was glad that she'd get to fight somebody today. From Yasuri's height, Eriella was literally a midget, she was 4' 11" after all.

[User] Harry studied the guy that challenged Eriella and said "I cant summon a dragon but if you want while she rests I could duel you. After watching the rank 8's fight I've been wanting a duel myself." Harry then put on his blades from his legs. He wasnt sure if the dude would agree but Harry wanted to be readin case he did.

[Assistant] Yasuri's face fell for a moment because he didn't get to fight the dragon and the girl but he would get his chance later so that was alright. He turned to face the other boy who offered a supplumentary challenge. "Of course that would be fine, let combat begin." he said drawing himself into a stance that left his greatsword in a position to easily be swung to his defense from an assult from any angle. Yasuri carefully analyzed his opponent's weapons. They were light enough that his gravity control wouldn't make them unusable and given the arm blades his foe was most likely quick and agile. However the twin-blades also gave him the option of an X-Defense, nevertheless his greatsword should be able to smash through any defenses his enemy would put up. If the boy instead relied on dodging... it would be an interesting match.

[User] Janos took a step back to give the two enough room to start their little scuffle, his left hand rested on the hilts of his knives. "Now gents, how about we make this li'll duel of yours a proper one? I'll give you the signal to start and will also take the liberty of stepping in if things get out of hand." He smirked and took another step back. "Gentlemen, ready your weapons and take your stances." He paused to wait for both of the duelists being seemingly ready before smirking "You may begin."

[Assistant]
Eriella then ran back in the crowd to give them space as well, she had a smile on her face even though she used lots of magic to summon Zorralth. She put her knives away into their sheaths on her right side, she was really excited to know which one of these men would be victorious. She then heard a voice in her head.

'Analyse the fighting, and use that knowledge to help improve your abilities.' The voice said in her head she nods as she stared off at the two.
_I got it._ She thought to myself in her head.

[User] Leo finally recovered from his dumbstruck about meeting a Finn and seeing a dragon, and a soon as there was another duel set up he shook his head slightly. It was gonna be a busy day apparently for some people,yet since there did not seem to be anything else to do, he could as well stand around and watch their duel. He doubts that he'll really learn anything out of it personally, but at least he should be able to kill some time by doing so. He places his ax safely on his shoulder so no one could accidentally cut themselves with it and takes a place in the crowd.

[Assistant] Harry got in his stance leaving his arms along the sides of his body slightly bent at the elbow. To allow his blades to be ready to strike as needed. Harry then said "Lets have a nice fight. I hope to learn a lot from this." He then started studying his opponent and his great sword. Harry knew that he would not be able to block easily so he was gonna have to dodge every chance he got. Harry decided to ask "Before we start might I hear you name. I prefer to know the name of the people I fight. My name is Harry." After hearing the name of his opponent Harry decided not to show any of his magic until he fully studied Yasuri. Plus Harry was only able to do a so much with his magic before getting tired. Harry then rushed in keeping his blades low for a quick strike.

[User] Yasuri grinned, he liked this man. "My name is Yasuri." he stated simply and his eye's narrowed as he watched Henry burst into a dash towards him. Yasuri responded to his foe's attack with a low sweep from left to right with the flat of his blade, timed to coincide with Henry's dash.

[Assistant]
As the fight begins in earnest a funky Spanish guitar riff starts to play, the notes of the song emphasizing both parties movements perfectly.

It's coming from this weird dude that no one heard walk up. He's flicking a dagger.

[User] Harry smiled as the music started to play with the movements of battle. He gave the kid playing a quick glance then focused back-on the fight. He jumped back from the swing of Yasuri's sword. He didnt want to be losing his legs today. He was gonna need to be more careful while fighting Yasuri. Harry was a little surprised at how quickly Yasuri swung his sword. Harry smiled then said "I have to admit your good. I'll have to be careful while fighting you."

[Assistant] Yasuri ignored the compiment and the strange acopmiant and instead focused on Henry. It seemed it was Yasuri's turn to attack, so he put his sword behind his shoulder, stepped foward, and used his shoulder to flip his massive sword into a devastatingly quick overhand swing.

[User] Janos examined the two combatants carefully, trying to read their styles and think the best ways of countering them. He took his eyes off from the two to glance at the fellow who was flicking his dagger and making music with it. "Well that's a bit different."

[Assistant] Harry dodged to the right of the swing only just barely dodging. He jumped back from Yasuri. He definitely had to be careful in this fight. He might lose a limb or something. So he ran behind Yasuri and lunged in with his blades.

[User] Leo wasn't feeling too good about the fight that was going on. The two had apparently just met because of the girl and her dragon, and were already having a spar. The problem with this in his opinion was that there was no one to keep an eye out of the two, well, aside from this weird Finn who apparently knew a bit of what he was doing. But as for someone with proper authority to watch over a duel, there was no one. Not a teacher or anyone like that, not to mention that these apparently were here for their first year, Leo really doubts that they could control their powers or more importantly, emotions during their duel. "Pappa aina sanoi ettei pidä tapella turhaan..tai vihasena." He muttered and turned around, heading back to the dorm room before anyone gets hurt or he gets involved into something he doesn't really have interest in.

[Assistant] Yasuri sighed mentally, as he expected his foe was agile enough to dodge a simple swing. Yasuri would have to take him by surprise. Yasuri ripped his blade out of the ground and set it behind his shoulder as Harry lunged in from behind. Yasuri jerked his body backwards slamming his great-sword into Harry's attack. As soon as Yasuri felt an impact he would once again use his shoulder to swing upwards with what would do doubt be a shocking amount of force hopefully taking his enemy by surprise. He certainly hoped that Harry could properly analyze danger, Yasuri could stop his swings on a dime but if Harry didn't yield then it would be hard to know when to stop himself.

[User] Harry was caught off gaurd by Yasuri's quick switch between offense to defense. Harry got his legs under himself then jumped back from the swing of Yasuri's sword. He was gonna have to be quicker or more cunning for this fight. Harry choose to be cunning and quick. He was going to use some of his magic. He would use the wind to help move around quicker it wasnt the most he could do with his magic but it was all he wanted to use right now. So he focused on the wind around his body then saying "Well as I said your good. To be able to swing that sword around so easily. Well its amazing you have trained well. So I'm gonna have to up my game, so to speak." After that Harry lunged forward and flicked his blades. This pushed the wind behind him into his body pushing him faster then what he was going.

[Assistant] Yasuri responded with a simple defense to a simple attack he stabbed his blade dowards directly where Harry was headed, timing it so the two would collide, not that he doubted Harry could dodge it but it should give him some breathing room.

[User] Harry jumped up and over Yasuri's strike and Yasuri himself. Harry knew that even as fast as Yasuri swung his sword. It would take him sometime to recover and to defend himself. So Harry swung his blades just next to Yasuri's shoulder. With the intent to startle not injure. Though Harry figured Yasuri could still do something to dodge or even block Harry's strike he wanted to be sure.

[Assistant] Yasuri grinned, it was time to do something reckless. As his blade sunk into the ground he braced himself by holding it and flipped over it slamming into Harry midair and theoretically leaving him stunned long enough to allow Yasuri to land a follow up attack. It would be bad if Harry had attacked mid air, but Yasuri had seen many a battle and could see he intended to strike after he landed.

[User]
Janos focused on the fight again, in his opinion these kids would end up killing each other soon - a little miscalculation or slightly overextended strike and it would be over for sure in a gruesome manner to boot. Personally he had never understood this part of the Academy - everyone used live weapons, not training ones and occasionally there were injuries, some even lethal.

Still Janos did not complain - one fellow with his guts hanging out would mean less competition - he did however drop in to a low crouch while keeping his eyes on both Harry and Yasuri. He'd stop them immediately if either of them began to bleed - by force if necessary.