[hr][center][color=f49ac2][h3]Liliana[/h3][/color][/center]
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With her attack successfully landing and Liliana’s pride swelled to bursting, the tiny fairy couldn’t look smugger as she floated over the rafters, rubbing her index finger under the bottom of her nose, before almost getting blown away by one of her new minotaur friend’s swings, an entire bed getting thrown against someone from the slash. It was high time she got the heck out of there, seeing as this entire little squabble had turned out pretty pointless, if not a little refreshing. 

Liliana wanted to say goodbye to her Minotaur friend but, in all likelihood, the spell would wear out soon and whisk him back to…wherever these cows came from to begin with. Maybe home? Hopefully home. Plus, she imagined he’d be a little miffed at her for magicking him away from his exciting life of presumably very manly, beefcake-oriented activities. Like, punching meteors, or something. He looked strong enough to do that. Her attention was snapped outside the barracks though as she heard a strange chanting…na-krantz, or something. Liliana knew that didn’t sound like any of her teammates, so that must mean they were caught in a brawl with some of the Varjan mages they were warned about.

The fairy knight didn’t have much time to think it over, and decided to dash out, engaging her human size to not get immediately shot to the ground in the rain as she flew. [color=f49ac2][i]”Hold on everyone…I’m on my way!”[/i][/color] she thought, gliding as fast as she could over to the manor.
[hr]The battle grew quiet as the minotaur was left standing amidst a pile of corpses, shattered weapons, destroyed furniture, and walls on the verge of collapse. His rage was dying down, enough to regain his senses, and feel the slight tingle of the many minor cuts he’d received from his tensed up muscles being hit by the Varjan’s steel. Cracking his neck, the minotaur would look out the door just in time to see Liliana fleeing, while his own body started to glimmer and grow transparent.

[color=red][b]’Guess this was temporary, then. …Hope that wherever this is, that they can beat these guys back once and for all,”[/b][/color] he said, sitting down while he disappeared, taking his helmet off just enough to exhale steam from his nose. In just a moment, he’d be back home…wherever his home had become.
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[center][color=C48BD3][h3]Eula[/h3][/color][/center]
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Sorae was quick to demonstrate her prowess as a warrior, somehow able to dodge the attacks of the Varjan warriors in her strange, but effective, crane-legged fighting stance. Perhaps she was simply dodging so minutely that she appeared to not be moving? It was a powerful technique to be sure, one that Eula couldn’t understand in the slightest.

But, their quarry was quickly escaping from the scene, even with her arms completely bound. Eula would speed after her, already far-outstripping the average warrior in speed, let alone a woman without much combat experience or physical training. In the blink of an eye Eula would be upon the woman, grabbing her by her bound arms and gently lifting her up. Now in the automaton’s grasp, the woman would find that Eula was surprisingly gentle, making every effort to keep the woman from injuring herself, or being injured by Eula’s grip. [color=C48BD3][b]”Subject secured, Sorae,”[/b][/color] Eula said, raising a hand and shooting a stun bolt at one of the remaining Varjans to ease the fight up on Sorae.