Elizabeth looked towards Phytos, she gave him a a soft smile.before saying. "Not a problem, though i do believe you are in the wrong line. Archers are over there." She pointed to the group of archers dressed in red. "Good luck Phytos, make sure you hit your target. Also, if you see a werewolf, it's cool, it's just Micky. He won't actually kill you.. I think." The pink haired knight then looked back out at the field and pointed to the rather large boy in the black armour. "That's Micky down there, only werewolf to come to a school like this. Though that's all I know about him, don't get me started on werewolf history though. Any time it comes up in class, he just tells everyone it's none of our business. Werewolves don' like outsiders it seems, I wonder why.."<br/><br/>Elizabeth turned away from the centaur as the loud horn was blown, sure the horn could easily be replaced with any number of things from the modern world. Butter horn was blown for every mock battle, war start, end and the likes for any event of the kind. Elizabeth smiled more, pulling her sword out. Luckily for Elizabeth she knew a few of the kids in the wood shop that makes all the weapons and had them make a weapon to match her blade perfectly. She could barely tell the difference between the two in fact.<br/><br/>"Sounds like you should get going, wouldn't want to get caught up with the knights."<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>Micky Looked at Celestia, he had seen her around the school before. Yet this would be there first time actually talking to one another. He nodded his head softly, his shoulders shrugging. "Yeah a bit, how about you? Or do you enjoy just standing around." He smirked, looking down at the Mage.<br/><br/>Suddenly the werewolf looked away from the girl, he thought someone was staring at him but couldn't find anyone. So he looked back to the Mage. "I'm Micky by the way, lovely to meet you miss." He gave her wink, the sound of the horn sounding off in the distance. "Sounds like the battle is about, maybe we should continue this after the battle, say how about dinner?" He asked, like most werewolves he believed in being up front and straight to the point.<br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Astrid was running late to the mock battle, she was a head and shoulders above most of the other fighters, as she was a berserker for the Vikings. She could hear the horn go off. "Damn damn damn!" She thought to her self as she reached the line of archers, dodging them as best as she could. For this battle she wasn't wearing her armour, no instead she went with the normal berserk wear, a pair of pants and a sports bra. So she would have unlimited movement. Or at least very little restrictions to her moment.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for the large, and rather muscular elf, she tripped over a few arrows that someone had stuck into the ground. With only archers around her, she reachered out and grabbed onto two archers. Pulling them down with her.