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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Ein Kebia[/u]]<br/>
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The hits had been hard, but the crystal hadn't simply given Ein armor with nothing else.  He felt less pain, dull aches where sharp bruising agonies should have been, and for all that his defense had failed, he had managed to follow the first rule of battle, an echo of an echo of a voice in his mind.  <i>Never drop your weapon.</i><br/>
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Then he was on the attack, and the manikin was just a little bit too slow.  One of it's extra limbs shattered under the force of the blow, and the second wobbled unsteadily as the swing clipped it, breaking a handful of shards off and sending cracks spiderwebbing along it's length.  Giving a strange resonant hiss of anger, purple energy gathered around the more human hands, and was brought forwards suddenly with a scream that seemed to reverberate within the manikin itself, and while Ein might still be a farmer at heart, he could easily recognize some sort of spell being aimed at him!</div>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#696969">[Mirage Sandsea - Southern Pass]</span><br/>
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The pink-haired woman looked relieved as she realized where the shots were coming from, though she only looked up at Thrice long enough to acknowledge his presence with a quick nod before launching herself at the nearest manikin, blade transforming mid-leap to strike where Thrice' shot blew a part of it's torso away mere moments ago, finishing the job he started.  For a moment, she eyed the other manikin, but -seeing it turn to Thrice and register him as the greater threat for the moment- turned to look up the mountainside, transforming her weapon again and cracking off carefully placed shots. <br/>
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She was hardly using a rifle, and her injuries could not be doing her aim any good, but she was forcing the manikins to descend more slowly as they twisted this way and that to evade her bullets.  Buying Thrice time to finish off the last threat down here so he could bring his precision weaponry into play.  Clearly she's been trained, military, though clearly an unconventional variety of such if her uniform is anything to go by...</div>
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"More the fool you are then, hypocrite and fool both I say."  The woman speaks from behind Mike as he turns to walk away, but should he look back once her words are concluded, he finds her vanished as quickly as she appeared.  Perhaps she has lost interest in him, or perhaps she left out of annoyance, for she certainly seemed rather irritated by the end of that...<br/>
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In any case, the rolling hills carry on and on, occasionally dotted by small copses of scrubby trees here and there until they begin to slope down again.  There is a chill in the air, partially brought on by sunset to be sure, but also in part from the wind, which has stiffened, nipping through Michael's clothing to sink into his scales and skin.  Ahead, he can see the sea, and as he crests one hill, he realizes that he can see the source of the white sky, an island that just barely peers over the horizon, far off in the distance.</div>
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The archer was staying a fairly specific distance from her opponent, and as Gauthiant watched he began to realize that she was pushing herself to remain at an absolute minimum range to avoid the fireballs that came hurtling towards her.  The crackling of burning trees was all around him now, and he was forced to dodge several times himself as the archer -and in turn, the fire- came too close, scorching him slightly once or twice.  <br/>
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However, all of the focus the archer had was on the mage, and so, while she never came close enough for him to grab her before she leapt away again, she never noticed him either.  <br/>
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At least, until she landed a little bit too close, and caught sight of Gauthiant out of the corner of her eye...  She whirled, "How did you-!"  And for a moment, he might have thought she was going to loose her nocked arrow at him instead, only for her eyes to widen in surprise before she leaped backwards, out of the path of a fresh wave of fireballs that boiled the air between them for a moment, skidding to a halt in the snow as suddenly, the three of them formed a triangle, the two women looking warily between each other and Gauthiant, as though unsure what to expect from him.  <br/>
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In that brief moment, he might have a chance to get a word in edgewise before arrows and spells start flying again at least...</div>
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