Minerva
*No moon would rise to illuminate the pitch black sky, the only source of light being the occasional flash of lightning. Rain poured down, making the cobblestones slick and soaking roofs. Everyone would be staying inside, except for one.*

*The Treton has recently exited her former home about two days ago. Her last shred of hope had been blown away, with only anguish and anger remaining. She had to get out though. As much as she wished to go on a killing spree, she had to be smart about it. The best thing to do right now would be to leave, gather her thoughts. She would be walking down alone on the streets, her black robes and hair soaked by the rain, the latter covering her face somewhat. Her bow would be covered in a protective cloth, and what looked like a simple short sword hung by her side. She didn't seem bothered by the cold water. It was countered by her own emotions.*
Megan
*Horace would walk through the dark, abandoned streets on this rainy night. Times like these had always brought mixed feeling to the elf, as they would allow him to walk around freely without having to worry about others. Though this also meant he had no one to rob or talk too since everyone was inside. The cold combo of night and rain also reminded him of his first couple months of exile. Those days of pure loneliness and regret, regret for what he had done to himself and the others around him.*

*Horace had been moving through out the city for a while, as such, he was drenched with rain. The elf would be wearing his regular outfit; cloak, mask, and hood. On the outside, Horace looked quite defenseless, though he had a few hidden weapons. A dagger which rested on his leather glove under his cloak. A long sword on his back that was hidden by his cloak, only slightly revealed by its hilt poking out of a hole in the cloth that made it accessible. The last weapon aside from hand to hand or magic possessed by the elf was a compound bow that rested with his longsword, hidden by the cloak as well.*

*Walking along his stone trail, the elf would soon notice a figure in the distance. A Trenton, or so he believed. Horace would grin, looking at this lone person while drawing up plans to rob them in his head. He planned to do a clean pickpocket, as such, all he could do in that moment was mentally prepare himself and walk towards the intersecting figure.*
Minerva
*Walking down the stone streets, Yakaiyo's mind races with thoughts. Behind a cold demeanor raged a conflagration of emotion, hellfire that would scorch anyone it came across. Her pace was fast in order to accompany her thoughts, so much so that she almost didn't notice the person behind her...*

*...Until she did. The splashing of water, the slight sound of footsteps on cobblestones. Yakaiyo wasn't sure who this was. Was this an ordinary thug? Or was this a bounty hunter, who figured out who she was? The treton wouldn't try to risk turning back, in fear that she would be identified. Instead, she began to walk even faster, making sure her arms were prepared to reach for her curved short sword. Abruptly, she turns a corner into another street, a dark alley. About halfway, she would stop, then turn around to face her follower.*
Megan
*Horace would continue to follow the Trenton through the pouring rain. His footsteps suddenly becoming silent, muffled by the rain. It seemed the elf was getting serious with his stealth game, though it seemed to be too late as Yakaiyo had noticed him. Horace would match the Trenton's speed as they moved, following her to the alleyway. Though he'd stop at the entrance as Yakaiyo turned to him a decent way off.*

*The elf would grin, raising his arm over his shoulder and grabbing onto the hilt of his long sword.*
"Hello there, Miss. If you wouldn't mind, im going to need you to give me your money now. Unless you want a fight."
Minerva
*The Treton would look at her opponent. An ordinary thug. In Silnaria, he was most likely an elf though. He was far too close to draw her bow, so she probably had to resort to melee. Looking up, Horace would be able to see her red eyes flash beneath her slick hair. Her right hand went to her short sword, drawing it slowly.*

"I'll die before I bow down to an elf."

*The blade would flash, but it would turn out to be a special blade. The sword would split in two, creating two butterfly swords, one in each hand.*
Megan
"So be it."
*The elf would begin to pull on the hilt, revealing his longsword to his opponent. He would grab it with both hands, putting it before him as he observed her blades. Strange things to be sure, but they could go for some good money. He could even switch them out for his dagger if he wanted. Horace would take another moment before charging at the Trenton. His footsteps splashing about in nearby puddles as the cloaked figure moved in.*
"Say your prays!"
Minerva
*Perfect. An elf with a sword charging her. Placing both swords in one hand temporarily, the treton takes up a stance she hadn't taken for a long time. Her foot slides inward, then suddenly out, sending a spray of water up.*

"I tried the gods long ago. They didn't work. I would have prayed for yourself, high elf."

*The Treton would feel a rage, a hatred deep inside. No fear would be felt as the elf approached her, rather, bitterness only grew. She focused these energies into the once passive magic. The aquatic magic that healed and was revered as gentle, was corrupted by Yakaiyo's hate. A dark sphere of energy forms in her hand, and as the man closes in, she aims it right for his face. Her eyes are now wide open, and he can see their red glare.*

"PREPARE TO DIE!!"
```Scalding Hate cast, 15 mana spent, 2.5 regained, 187.5/200 mana remaining```
Bertha
Her foot slides inward, then suddenly out, sending a spray of water up.
Megan
*As the elf silently charged her, he'd be slightly distracted by the way she moved. Horace would always try to observe his opponent for weaknesses, but her stance was peculiar to say the least. Nevertheless, he would continue on his path towards the Trenton. All the while looking confused about the high elf part.*
"Unfortunate for you, but thats to be expected. And im not a high elf!"

*Around the time she summoned the energy from her hand, the elf would only be a few feet away. Though he didn't expect the random blast, he'd attempt to dodge it by side stepping. It would come close to his head, too close for comfort, though he'd manage to dodge it successfully. Horace would pause for a moment, sighing with relief before turning back to his opponent.*

*He would raise his long sword up towards the pitch black sky as the two were illuminated with a flash of lightning. Suddenly, he would bring it down on where the Trenton stood in an over head slash style.*
Minerva
*Shame. She was going to enjoy watching him burn. Just a bit off. Although, he wasn't a high elf. Seems like she was mistaken.*

"What are you, then?"

*Seeing her opponent's high stance, her years of practice kick in. A vertical strike, powerful, but easily predictable. Instead of stepping, her left foot slides, feeling the flowing water on her foot. A sidestep to the left, her right blade barely deflecting the slashing blade. Her left blade aims to cut Horace's arm.*
Megan
"Wood elf, got a problem with them too?"
*The elf would chuckle slightly as she dodges his swing. She was strong and fast, a capable opponent to be sure. This would be fun at best, annoying at worst. As the Trenton moved to cut his arm, the elf would have no other option than to receive the blow. Thanks to his armor, the blade would not be able to cut too deep, though it would still make him bleed. Horace would grunt with pain as this happened, soon lifting a leg to try to kick the Trenton over.*
"Ow! That hurts y'know!"
Minerva
"The only problem now is that you've threatened someone, who's decided that she's done. Done with playing nice."

*The woman would reverse her grip on her right sword after deflecting the blow. Stepping to the left slightly, her right hand would use the guard of the weapon and hook Horace's foot, pulling him in as Yakaiyo delivers a side kick to her attacker's gut. She steps back after the attack, with both her weapons in front of her, her grips reversed on her weapons.*

"No mercy."
Megan
"Oh, so scary, im shaking!"
*Horace would say in a sarcastic tone, though his expression would morph into surprise as she catches his foot. The elf would move his arm from his sword to block the kick with the fore part. As she steps back, the elf would move his arm as if shaking off the blow.*
"I guess this wont be as easy as i believed."

*A moment later, the elf would pull his sword that had been seemingly stuck in the ground from his pervious attack. He would sheath it on his back, lifting his left, gloved hand and pulling a dagger from it with his right. After drawing, the elf would look at his target while his free hand would snap, a small object appearing in it.*
"You're going to wish you just gave me your money."

*After speaking, the elf would drop the object that had appeared in his hand. Once it connected with the floor, the object would explode into a dense fog that surrounded the two. Horace would disappear within said fog, relying on his natural stealth abilities to move behind the Trenton. Once their, he'd silently charge her from behind, aiming for the right side of her lower back.*
Bertha
``Fog Cloud (10 mana used, 2.5 mana regenerated, 92.5/100 mana``
Minerva
"Did you ever?"

*The treton would step back again, sheathing both swords in the scabbard that hung from her left side. She would place her hands together, as if she was holding a ball. Ivory energy would begin to form, Yakaiyo's eyes glowing a bright white. Her hair starts to raise up, as if signifying a great power. She would take her rage and focus it into the spell, gritting her teeth. As soon as the elf tosses the stone to the ground, Yakaiyo pushes out her hands, catching Horace inside the powerful wind. Both the fog and the elf would be pushed back. The treton took glee in the harm she was going to inflict. She was going to burn this elf's face off.*

"You'll wish you never saw me."