[@Eklispe]
[hider=Sol the Windblade's Exam]
Sol's sword did found itself released from the Man's grip, but that was mostly due to he himself letting it go. Sensing the attack of Sol, the Man slid backwards and let the blade slide out of his cut palm to avoid the blow. In return, when Sol's second swing, the one meant to mimic the previous one, came at him, he had managed gain safe distance against Sol. Now, with the distance mostly safe, the Man disappeared once more in a burst of speed, his huge, over-sized axe trailing behind him. 

He appeared to Sol's side, axe raised above him like a guillotine blotting out the sun, and brought it down towards his shoulders, aiming to chop the whole arm right off.
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[@floodtalon] & [@Dash375]

[color=a36209]"A mishap at a bar, a charming, rich young man to pay for it, and bonding over mutual lust . . . of battle! Oh I can see the sparks flying already!" [/color]swooned the bartender suddenly. With a playful grin, she pulled out a glass of wine - suspiciously branded '[i]Amore~[/i]' and emptied its contents into a fine crystal wineglass. 

[color=a36209]"Love is in the air~" [/color]With an exaggerated sigh, raised the glass of wine in the air and downed it with a large amount of theatrics. [color=a36209]"I swear ya battle aficionado's take this attitude of [i]'fight me for fun and friendship!'[/i] everywhere you go, up to and [i]especially[/i] the bedroom,"[/color] she added with a fox-like snicker, completely unabashed by the implications she was making. 

Her snickers settling down, she said in a more serious - though that was not much more serious, by any means - tone: [color=a36209]"In any case, strength is strength - I doubt people find it hard to respect it. Kinda separates people, let's 'em know who's more important - on a social level, anyway."[/color][hr]
[@The ghost in black]

Meruin took a moment to process what Aleksandra had said. Huh, so it appears that she had to [i]share[/i] the room with her. Not quite something she had envisioned doing, but okay. 

"Oh, then apologize for the misunderstanding, and it's good to meet you, Aleksandra," said Meruin conversationally. "I'm Meruin, your roommate, in case you needed confirmation."

Nodding in understanding, Meruin watched as Aleksandra stepped into the bath; it was true, she was fairly dirty. She wondered how she had reached that filthy state of dress. Shrugging, she concluded it must have been something to do with her exam. Speaking of which . . .

Meruin looked down on her own attire, which wasn't much cleaner itself. It had holes where she was stabbed, slight burns from where her shields hadn't reached, and was covered in soot, gravel and just earth in general. Deciding it would be best if she got herself cleaned as well, Meruin took of her clothing and dumped them on top of her bags, reminding herself to get them mended and cleaned later.

Having yet to notice that there were, in fact, [i]two[/i] bathrooms Meruin stepped into the shower right after Aleksanrda. 

"Hm, looks like I forgot to bring out my soap and shampoo. Are there any spare ones there, Aleksandra?" said Meruin, nonchalantly using a tub to wash herself next to the girl.