[center][h3][color=007fff]Indigo Afina – Arena Entrance[/color][/h3]
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The Phoenix Wing swordsman's advance met steely faces from the group of identical women guarding the Doma Flau's main gate.  Though Nolan's voice held the force of all the anger he felt for himself and the people he feared, the cold fury of Indigo burned hotter.  A grimace suited Nolan's visage perfectly, and his voice seldom lacked intensity.  One could never say that the Ash God Slayer was “in a bad mood”, for the phrase encapsulated the overwhelming majority of Nolan's emotion.  To the spectators of the Grand Magic Games at least, his actions made him seem every inch the remorseless warrior, his good side totally unseen.  By now, everyone expected him to be cold and ruthless.

Indigo, meanwhile, was another story.  Even if she'd earned a reputation as a crazy-powerful, no-nonsense fighter, she'd maintained so far in her interactions with the people the sort of warmth, friendliness, grace, and poise that characterized her daily life.  To see her pretty features besmirched by restrained wrath, therefore, made the bigger impression, and mattered more than what constituted typical behavior for Nolan.  Indigo's voice, when it came in reply, came like a razor sliding along tender flesh.  [color=007fff]”I'm missing something.  A part of me.  Until I am compensated, I will not move.”[/color]  The sorceress requipped [i]Seven Days to Die[/i] in her own hands.  Clones could utilize a single book with low A-class power each, but in the hands of the original, each book became a portal to vast powers.  Indigo cracked open the tome, and instantly the temperature of the area shot up twenty degrees.  The air around the women began to shimmer and distort, while overhead, the sun itself seemed to swell in Nolan's perspective.  Thirst and overheating would begin immediately, except for the clones, whose bodies Indigo shielded from the oppressive heat.  A voice came through the heatwaves: [color=007fff]”Which is indomitable, your pride or the sun?  Surrender your yellow lacrima to pay for the one stolen from me, before you collapse.”[/color]  The earth around Nolan began to shake, ripping in places to spill water whose instant evaporation worsened the mirage drastically.

[center][h3][color=CD5C5C]Jane Putcher – Frenzy Camp[/color][/h3]
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Ike's sudden transformation and attack took everyone by surprise, but the veterans among the Frenzy Plant soldiers pushed through their shock to react.  While Ange squealed and span around to let her back take the hit rather than her face, Joakim hopped backward and with a twirl of his staff summoned a Deep Freeze Fake where he stood a moment ago.  As it turned out, neither defensive measure -regardless of potential effectiveness- was required, as Argus stepped in to challenge the wrath-drunk Ike with his own power.  The soldiers recovered, maintained the perimeter, and stood with weapons ready.  

A few blisteringly quick moments later, the exchange between Ike and Argus ceased, though Jane could not immediately ascertain the damage done.  However, the demon ended up only a few feet in front of her.  Jane told him, [color=CD5C5C]“Lessen ya want yer punishment doubled, stand down now!  If Isla's curse turned Ike into a monster, we'll put 'im down ourselves.”[/color]  She pulled the Privateer's reload lever, filling its chambers with scatter arrows.  [color=CD5C5C]”Fire at will!”[/color]

Immediately, Jane, Leixia, and Chester fired their weapons, sending scatter arrows, a normal arrow, and a shotgun slug at Ike all at once.  The next moment, Joakim's call of [color=CCCCFF]”Winter Warhead!”[/color] and Ange's call of [color=F8DE7E]”Comet Shatter!”[/color] sent exploding blasts of ice and glass at the same target.  The soldiers attacked with all their strength; to them, Ike appeared to be nothing less than a demon.