<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oMS5DHJ.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Leasick Valshanner<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>February 15th, 2021, 9:00 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Training Area<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Azmodiel, Ryusei, Kevin, Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Time Trial<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you, master,"</strong>he said in response to the words of praise from master Azmodiel, giving the elder demon warrior a firm nod before joining the two younger men to talk strategy.<br/><br/><strong>"A badass is never later, nor is he early. He arrives pricely when things are about to get good!"</strong>Refurbishing the classic Gandalf quote into something of his own, he winked playfully at Mallory as he passed her by on his way to join the other two guys. When she glanced at him with words of caution and questioning him about making another bet, he just smiled with a teasing smugness.<strong>"Let's see how the dice roll first and then I'll decide."</strong><br/><br/>There were three of them and they had permission to use weapons. However, there was a slight problem in the form of Kevin. Being a normal human meant he was more...<em>susceptible</em>to friendly fire. This was a bit of a problem, as Leasick usually preferred to overwhelm his opponents with raw force. This usually boiled down to<del>   </del>pun intended<del>   </del>using big, firey attacks.<br/><br/>He would have to mix things up a bit, then. No doubt this situation was intentionally laid out by his master. Tricky, but let it never be said that Leasick Valshanner isn't willing to play ball!<br/><br/>Raising his arm in the direction where he'd left his weapon, an almost hair-thin wire, only barely visible as the light reflected off it, shot out from his armored wrist, attaching itself to the handle of the sword. The blade was sent flying through the air with surprising speed, landing comfortably in his hand.<br/><br/><strong>"One of those days, huh?"</strong>he asked with a wry smile as Ryusei warned that his father was in a particular mood today. Casually, but with practiced ease, he twirled his sword around a little.<strong>"At least I'll have a valid excuse to call in sick tomorrow."</strong><br/><br/>Tasked with taking on their opponent head-on while the other two flanked from above and below, the special operative decided his attack strategy as his somewhat younger peers went on ahead. It wasn't a bad idea; out of their little group, he had the most actual combat experience, and by default was the best option to take old demon on from the front. It was still like trying to push over a mountain with your bare hands, but at least it marginally increased the time before their butts were beaten black and blue.<br/><br/>Taking a combat stance, with sword raised beside his head, tip pointing towards Azmodiel, he breathed in deeply. Gaining focus swiftly, the blade began to glow with azure light, demonic fire fueling it with power. Then, he took a single step forward, but as he raised his leg for the next step, he was propelled forward with great speed, leaving a straight trail of scorch marks in his wake as he zoomed straight by the zig-zagging Kevin.<br/><br/>As he neared his master, he thrust his weapon forward just mere moments after Ryusei had dropped from a portal above and delivered his strike before disappearing through another below. Upon impact his weapon would expel the literal firepower poured into it by his demonic arm, expelling a focused yet of magical fire not much wider than his blade; power funneled into a tight beam that would blow a hole through most other opponents, even demons, but he trusted would not even as much as scratch Azmodiel. But even this much focus could not keep the air around him from radiating with heat, increasing the temperature in his immediate vicinity by dozens of degrees, like a desert during summer.