[b]Michael[/b]
[@oblivion666]

Michael couldn't honestly say why he had he stayed with dragon Fang. Right from the moment he had entered the guild, he had been accosted by Prince, the cat man virtually picking him up and treating him like a cuddly teddy bear, and he seemed to relish flustering Michael. The guild master had seemed accepting, right away. 

He appeared flustered as Zephyr ruffled his hair, and squirmed slightly, [color=00a651]"I guess...I guess I stayed because...you all didn't care if I was a blithering mess, or if I was just dead weight, or any of that. You accepted me and...I got a room, and a cat, and...I get to be a wizard"[/color]

[b]Tidius[/b]
[@t2wave]

Tidius gave a heavy sigh, and made a note that it appeared the earth magic personality had a stubborn streak. He stepped closer with the Lacrima, [color=0072bc]"I'm not going to give you a choice, Ariel"[/color] He said, and moved closer so he could place the Lacrima against Ariel's skin. 

He watched, intent on seeing just how the transformation occurred. 

[b]Jarvis[/b]
[@Burthstone]

Jarvis gave a sigh, [color=aba000]"Tomorrow could be too late. More bandits could come here, or some dark guild members." [/color]He said wearily, appearing thoughtful for a moment or two. [color=aba000]"If you keep them occupied, I should be able to fix the engine" [/color]He said, already heading out to the outside of the train, and to the trains engine. 

Jarvis didn't do much, having very little idea how a trains engine worked, but he did manipulate a lacrima, placing it into the trains engine. The magic knew what to do, he hoped. 

[b]Penny[/b]

Penny nodded and smiled at Amelia, [color=f7976a]"alright then"[/color] either way was good with her, it meant that Amelia would starve at least. She glanced about, looking up at the sky, as the sun continued it's decent, nearly succumbing to night. [color=f7976a]"The last battle should be over, so we should miss the rush to of people wanting food"[/color]

[b]Nash Vs Phyrra part three[/b]

"[color=f26522]It's poorer manners to taunt an opponent to begin with you oversized fish.[/color]" Pyrrha muttered, before the creature went to dive again. She had been expecting this and moved quickly, rotating herself around her sword before summoning some flames at her feet to propel herself forward, keeping her blade in Salvoy^s flesh as her moved quickly from his head to his back, blade still flame and cutting through the flesh the entire time. She was just barely keeping ahead of the ground and was about half-way down his back before she had to get off for fear of getting smashed into the ground. She rolled over her back and got quickly to her feet, taking in a sharp breathe at the pain in her torso before using her magic to launch herself straight towards Nash. It would seem like a straight forward, head on attack before she caused a small explosion on her right to launch herself to the left. Once she stopped moving, she launched a stream of flame at the middle aged man, hoping it would hit him.

Nash readied a line-driving punch to answer Pyrrha's charge and hopefully deck her in a single hit, and was caught off guard by a change in direction.  When a cone of fire bore down on him, he seemd momentarily frightened, before for some reason known only to Nash he grinned and crossed his arms.  A mere moment before the flames would have rolled across him, a blue hand rose from the ground beneath, lifting him up into the air.  The flames meant for Nash instead trickled harmlessly around Salvoy's heat-resistent fat, and in a moment the World had emerged completly, holding Nash above his head.  [color=E0115F]"Fastball Special!"[/color] the former sailor cried, and Salvoy wound back before hurling Nash straight at Pyrrha, who rolled himself into a human cannonball as he flew.

Pyrrha was surprised by the course of action Salvoy and Nash took in attacking her. She briefly considered using her sword like a bat against Nash but quickly realized that such an action could prove lethal and that would be a very bad idea. She could try to fry him with her flames,b ut he could hit her andt ake her out then. Seeing no other option, she used her flamesto launchherselft o the side before turning around and firing another steam of flames at Nash the moment she saw where he landed .

Unfortunately, Nash didn't so much land as he did roll.  Upon contact with the ground, he bounced and unfurled, with a cry of [color=4682b4]"Ech!"[/color], and tumbled along the ground for some distance.  He ended up on his back, groaning.  Salvoy, meanwhile, had been trying to reach the cut on his back and brush the sand off of it to keep it from itching.  Nash called at the top of his voice, [color=4682b4]"Salvoy!  Get over here!"[/color] to galvanize the World into action.  [color=4682b4][b]"Huh?  Coming!"[/b][/color]  Salvoy started to run, but had approximately twice the distance as Pyrrha to run.  The battle had evidently devolved into a contest to see who could get to Nash first.

"[color=f26522]To hell with that."[/color] Pyrrha muttered, the flames surrounding her jumping up a notch. She got to her feet just as one of Salvoy's feet landed next to her. She kept her balance through the resulting tremors and on pure instinct, she drove her sword into the monster's foot before kicking up the flames around the blade and pulling it out again.