[center][h3][color=C0C0C0]Cecilia Lenin - Frenzy Camp[/color][/h3]
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In reply to the inquiry, Zander indicated with a point of his finger the area now occupied by Salvoy and the inquisitive Frenzy Plant soldiers gathered.  [color=E0115F]”In a few minutes, I expect that our guests from Tough Love will return to their guild.  Once that's done, there will be a space there decently far from any of our buildings.  Do try and control your magic, however.  Collateral or property damage is something Frenzy Plant does not tolerate.  Brawlers, those without self-control, and fools lay waste to their surroundings.  Soldiers strike with expertise and precision.”[/color]  He stepped away to regather those who'd been training and begin once more.  Their first instruction was to remove their armor and put aside their weapons; now, they'd be bolstering up their skill in the martial arts that went hand in hand with armed combat.

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At the sound of footfalls, Cecilia looked up from her repairs.  Sweat had begun to bead on her brow, and the pieces of armor layer scattered about on a makeshift table.  A sheet of tanned leather lay on top of it, and in the short time that the young knight had been out of the demon's sight, she'd already begun carefully incising new strips from the big piece.  [color=C0C0C0]”Oh, hi.  Um...a fight? Repairs going okay so far, but it's gonna be a long time.  I guess I could fight you without it though.  I could grab a shield, and I still have my helmet and graves.[/color]

With nary a sound, not even from his breath, a large, bearded and fur-wearing man shifted into view mere inches behind Argus Leandros.

[center][h3][color=d8bfd8]Nero the Genie – Crocus Street[/color][/h3][/center]

So intent on trying not to see panicked was Nero that he nearly allowed Michael to bowl him over.  Instead of anger, however, a spark of fear arose in the genie as he flinched backward, though he was quick to cover it up with a casual smile despite the state of his features.  It caused Nero no small amount of uneasiness to think about how much he must look like a homicidal maniac to any bystander, with this amount of blood on his face.

When Michael started talking, however, that insecure smile became mocking.  Nero just wanted this whole ordeal behind him, so he could forget about it and try to convince his friends that he wasn't a threat to them.  Now he found himself faced with an angry twin and yet another problem.  

[color=d8bfd8]”Didn't deserve!?[/color] the dark mage questioned, laughing in Michael's face.  He brushed a hand across his own, staining the white glove again with his blood, and flicked a few droplets onto Michael's clothes.  [color=d8bfd8]”Can't you see what he did to me!?  Can you?!  My face is totally screwed.  I'm startin' to get lightheaded from blood loss.  How am I gonna afford a hospital bill?  He did this to me, and I acted in self-defense.  You think I'm supposed to try and hit him back with these noodle arms?  If some meathead slugs a little wizard kid, is that kid supposed to try and get even with just his small hands?  This guy is a menace.  I'm leaving him exactly the way he is for twenty minutes.  If I were to let him go now, he'd turn around and beat the livin' daylights out of me.  And then I'd be dead—though maybe that's better than livin' in a world with people like you two in it.”[/color]  Though he grinned widely at Michael, his black eyes burned with hate.    [color=d8bfd8]”Why don't you just leave me alone?[/color]  Nero turned ninety degrees to his left and started walking.