[is that dovahzul I see? XD]

"Good." T'vor told Azurael. At her modified armor, he tilted his head. "Getting into the spirit of things, eh? Dark colors suit you better, soldier. You'll do just fine here, I think. Report back to me when you've got some troops." And with that, he left her to her business. He always found that his subordinates performed better and felt more appreciated if he wasn't looking over their shoulders all the time and just trusted them to do their job.

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Sephiroth was skeptical at best, he didn't like playing with magic, especially not his own, but he nodded. "Very well. I'll see you back here, then." He told her. Drawing from his belt a simple dagger, he recited her spell and went off, having cut his forearm with the dagger and sprinkling his blood every so often before repeating the spell.