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<i>Jarvan Feran<br/>
Jovial Mercenary and Merc Captain</i><br/>​</div><br/>Seeing his comrades in action made Jarvan's smile shift into a grin, excitement running readily through his veins as he increased the momentum of his flail even further.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Great job, you two! Keep up the good work!"</span>He cheered at Kital and Morsel, a small sliver of pride in his stomach at the sight of their teamwork. Focussing, he increased the power of his right arm a bit more, putting even more force behind his weapon. This should be enough. The merc let out a low rumbling chuckle as he stepped forward. And right then, he saw the mandrake being pushed under, the words 'Everybody, earmuffs on!' reaching him loud and clear. Oh, shit was getting down. Delicious.<br/><br/>With his free hand, he took his book out.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Kital, Morsel, get a few more hits in and drive the flock together a bit more. Then time for a tactical retreat!"</span>He waited until his two Lillim unleashed another attack, after which he<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><b>[recalled them into the book]</b></span>and put on his earmuffs.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Alright... My turn."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null"> With a thundering battle-cry, he rushed forward, his flail finally spinning at an angle as all the momentum in it shifted, transforming the weapon into a devastating arc</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">of steel that was heading straight for the group of Evil Eyes and Black Cats.  His muscles rippled as he attacked, the man himself sinking into a stance that would allow him to attack somewhat continuously. </span><br/>Jarvan would keep on his assault, trying to give the enemy no quarter to retaliate, his flail spinning, pounding and swinging. The mercenary didn't want to actively kill them, but these insolent Lillim would have a pretty damn severe headache afterwards at the very least when they would wake up.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>
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<i>Plumula<br/>
Timid Yatagarasu Lillim</i>​</div><br/>Meanwhile, Plumula was still on guard, glancing at Hasuno.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"It can never hurt to be a bit on guard."</span>She mumbled through her readied attack.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Better to be prepared for the worst than not."</span><br/>The bird frowned a bit when her master told her to hold her attack. Weren't they going to help? That was a bit odd. A well, nothing she could do really. Her master's wishes were her command, after all.<br/>It did come as a surprise though when she was recalled into the book, Plumula looking rather shocked as she got recalled, the light of her attack simmering out.