[center][color=7ea7d8][h3]Aika Lennone[/h3][/color]
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Being much closer to Illian and Claude than the rest of the troop, Aika became a clear target for the first risen in the approach. The agile myrmidon dashed past the heavy blade wielding mercenaries, ducking as it drew its blade low for a slash at her.

[color=7ea7d8]"Waah!"[/color]

Aika almost fell onto her back as the very obvious attack came completely as a surprise against her distracted demeanor. Just barely avoiding a highly incapacitating slice, it took a long moment for Aika to regain her composure. However, within that moment, the ditsy butterfly that introduced herself to the group vanished, and in her place was the expression of blood pumping focus, the realization that a duel was upon her. She quickly darted her left hand to the sword, and unleashed the silver blade from its scabbard. The dim candlelight of the area glistened off of the razor edge as she ran her free hand across the flat of the weapon, her palm glowing blue and white with electricity as she did so.

In a flash, the blade of this longsword was coated in a sheet of sapphire lightning, which arced up and down the metal, sparking off the edges and giving the weapon a bright blue glow. [color=7ea7d8]"All right you eldritch horror, lets dance!"[/color] The static from her palm coursed through her body as she burst into action. She assaulted the risen swordsman with a flurry of slashes, dancing forward and pushing it back as it deftly struck her blade with its own to block every attack with similar velocity. Once the myrmidon was backed against the coffin it crawled out of, Aika lunged in for a kill thrust.

[color=7ea7d8]"Take THIS!"[/color]
[h1]BANG![/h1]
[color=7ea7d8]"What the-"[/color]

In the moment just before her final strike would fell the monster, the crash of a greatsword drove a schism between Aika and her opponent. With her lightning reflexes, she managed to parry the strike and slide back, looking up to see a corpse towering over her with an equally large blade. The mercenary risen rose its sword in unison with the myrmidon, and both of the zombies lunged forward, directing their attacks towards the young spell-blade.