[u][center][h3][color=red]~Ruxen~[/color][/h3][/center][/u]
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[color=ed1c24]“Are you really fucking serious? You’re actually considering snatching the damn thing after seeing all that?!?”[/color] Ruxen snarled, forcing Mikoto’s head down again lest she get her face burned off by a stray bolt of energy. [color=ed1c24]“You know sometimes I feel like it’s the best moral thing to fucking report you to the authorities Mikoto.”[/color]

It took some time, but the sounds of battle finally seemed to die down. Ruxen took that as an opportunity to peak out, seeing the rest of the remaining Fae flee. Sniffing and narrowing her eyes, she growled on instinct; not from the cowardliness of their enemy, but from the resonating particles of pure magic still lingering faintly in the air. It smelled like the Yellow Relic.

Jumping out from her hiding spot, she padded over to Chen and frowned even deeper. The boy’s eyes were a shade of green, sparks of power still twitching all around him. The Beastkin nudged his side, gaze flicking to the Relic still held concealed in his palm.

[color=ed1c24]“Alright that’s enough fly boy. They’re fucking gone and pursuing them might just lead ourselves into a trap. And frankly, you can die all you want, but I’m going to go live my fucking life without sharp sticks sticking out of my ass.”[/color]

Back in the ruins of Arcadia, the horrid creatures of the lake snapped their sights onto the two twins. Beady, black eyes blinked in cold calculation before they slowly drifted towards the group. The one closest to the river’s bank and the foundations of the ice bridge suddenly slowed in its movement, body inflating to a ridiculous proportion.

It grew, more and more until the traveling group would be able to see its organs swim in its now engorged, see-through skin. Naturally, the thing popped with a squishing sound, like grapes being smashed in one’s palm. A clear, bluish liquid was sprayed in the general direction of the group, hissing heard as the substance made contact with the ground.

Foamy bubble formed as some of the liquid settled into the water while more of it splashed onto the ice bridge. Judging from the burning sound, the juices were acid and slowly eating away at the ice bridge. Some of the fluid made contact with another one of the creatures and soon it too began to inflate with the now familiar phenomenon. If the group wasn’t quick enough, they would be walking into an acidic mine field. A chain reaction that would never end.

In the peaceful village of Orello, the sound of thudding hooves would be heard, the lazy bustle of country life slowly coming to a halt. Massive horse and rhinoceroses coated in thick armor were handled by knights sheeted in pristine armor. Though the men’s aura was not one of an oncoming threat and in fact, the majority of the knights held posters in their hands to place upon the village’s buildings.

One of the men, [url= http://i.imgur.com/Q0FVLfR.jpg]General Yenma[/url] of the Golden Knight Midgard, scanned his gaze until it fell on Asgard’s mansion of a residence. He felt it was best to deliver the news he brought to the Crimson Knight personally, before the Imperator announced it on a national scale.
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