*Archa watched as the Lagiacrus scampered away, and coiled around herself, bathing in the mountains opened belly*,<span style="font-style: italic">'So it is the fairy prince then...hmhmhmm, I wonder what will emerge from this curiosity'</span>*the wargod thought to herself, simply wondering what the future will yeald*<br/><br/>-=-=-=-=-<br/>*Uleron had found himself without a sparring partner, and rather awkwardly trudged the field watching the other soldiers in their training. The obstical course would be childsplay for him, hed spent his days running with his father Oberon, who's speed was unmatched in any kingdom, his accuracy was on point, his precision, like a razor, he needn't over invest in training at the sparring dummies and shooting range. He simply required a partner to duel and dance with, the spark of creativity was what he sought for, he hungered for a complex battle, that would test his mind, so far the tricky Grandus had been quite entertaining...but the Kirin needed an even more exhilirating battle. In the end he simply sat down and began to meditate on what he'd learned*<br/><br/><br/>-=-=-=-=-<br/>*Arcen would enter the messtent and see many eyes ogling her, though not all were admiring her new body, many were bewildered at her resilience, Archa was a high god, what she'd just done was like having Odin strike themself with Gungnir's full terrible might, or a bolt of celestial judgement from the Jahova, no mortal could withstand such a blow, and the fragile willed soldiers just continued looking onward in astonishment. Not a word was spoken, the din that had previously echoed about the tent dropped into silence...all but Grandus who was guzzling down a whole pot of boiling hot ginger tea like that scene from Ghost Rider, suddenly slammed the iron pot down on the table and stood up making an angry face and belching as loud as a man could, imediately grabing everyones attention away from Arcen*, "I KNOW I WAS RAISED IN A BARN BUT QUIT OGGLING THE WOMAN YOU DOGS! GET BACK TA YER PUPPY CHOW!" *burp*<br/><br/>*He promptly dropped back down to his seat holding the spot where his wound was with a hiss while addressing Arcen*, "yer a shocking sight Arcen, its hard for soldiers to ignore your kind of beauty when they normally bear the stink and pain of their training, but we've fought before, I know your no damsel unlike them, they respect skill and grit, so far you've shown them grit, give em a show of skill later on, and you'll be accepted into the soldiers pact....just remember to guard that butt, I feel everyone and their mother'll want to get their slap in."