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Show chuckled at Riye trying to protect the job leaflet she had just picked out from him, like he was going to eat it or something. "Hey now, relax. Did you forget you were the one who asked me for help in the first place?" He asked her with a smile. Well, the job definitely suited her, as far as he could tell right away, she didn't have much combat experience and the magic she displayed earlier seemed more of a support-type of magic, not a combat-type one.

Sho hadn't really paid attention to the new arrival, a girl named Minerva Fair-something. Only when Maddox mentioned something about a challenge did Sho turn around and see her. "Hmm? Did I hear someone say challenge?" He asked curiously, looking once at Maddox and then at Minerva, "I'd love to take part in that!" He said and grinned, his fists coming together, signaling he was ready for anything.
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Minerva Fairchild - The Lion's Fang

"Hmm? Did I hear someone say challenge?"

One of them inquired courageously, and her eyes settled nonchalantly upon the one who made the offer to participate. Her gaze was sharp, precise, and to a point it were almost apathetic; as if the one who had answered the call for a minor spar was beneath her. It was a belief she held close to her heart and mind, a clear, concise thought within her conscience. Everyone here was simply a stepping stone to a greater, and more grand cause and purpose. Such a purpose was accumulating the strength necessary to become one of the greatest Magi of the age, one of those who bore the kind of power that could make both Heaven and Earth tremble. Ambition was a necessity as a Magi, as only three things mattered in this world.

Power.

Prestige.

Wealth.

Three attributes to which she already held. Three attributes which had only one direction to go, and that was skyward. Silently, Minerva nodded in acceptance of the challenge, or at least the notion of it. Whether or not such a cry for a spar would be truly worth her mark was one matter or another; and it very much had yet to be seen. Softly brushing a strawberry blonde lock of hair from in front of her sharpened gaze, her head simply motioned for the door. The direction naturally, meant for Sho to follow. Pressing her fingertips against the wooden panel and causing the hinges to squeak with the application of such pressure, she stepped from the dim lighting of the Guild Hall to the outdoors, where the sun itself seemed blinding at best while her eyes adjusted.

Taking a few steps to the dusted road and giving herself some space so that Sho too could emerge and prepare for what may come, smoothly, she drew only one of her Cavalry Sabers out of their sheath. Shining in the sunlight, the silvery blade bore a graceful curve, as the runes inscribed upon it indicated the legendary smith work of the Fairchild Family. Durendal, her father's sword, then cut the very air as she brought her blade's flat to gently kiss the tip of her nose in a noble salute to her opposition as he emerged from the doorway. As she stood resiliently then, there was but a moment of pure silence, with only the breeze lofting her magnificent locks to the winds as she addressed him with words for the first time.

"Are you ready?" Such words bore an ominous meaning then, as her normally sapphire eyes turned completely to white; and instead crackling electricity began to arc across her cheeks. "I will give you a moment to prepare. And you may have the first strike. Let me see what you can do."