[center][color=BA55D3][h3]Draco Kalsea || Horses Eyes[/h3][/color][/center]
Draco was walking towards Tyr, when a stumbling man, his mind damaged from previous fights, had made an entrance. "[color=BA55D3]The war was quite a battle indeed, I wasn't that involved but even I know the casualties.[/color]" He said as he strolled pass Karl. He grabbed his horses face and stared it in his eyes, smiling softly, "[color=BA55D3]Horses eyes sees all war, and it looks like, this horse will see yet another...[/color]" He commented as he sat up on it, "[color=BA55D3]Draco here, ready to leave when possible.[/color]"

[center][color=FF00FF][h3]Xamar || Absolute Motivation![/h3][/color][/center]
Xamar couldn't remember a time he felt so awake, alive, pulsing with energy. After seeing Jarg, Xamar's been active. He spent his night training, it was remote where he was, but he spent all night perfecting his styles. Xamar, for the first time, rushed to the take off point. He ran through the streets at a fast pace, before jumping to the roofs. He went over and under various obstacles on the roofs until he jumped further off the building, certain death awaiting at his arrival to the ground below. Xamar smiled, raising his arms out wide, his cloak taking all the wind force and slowing him down to an almost gliding pace. He touched down on the ground soft and dashed once again. Xamar was here, eyes turned to him as he landed on the ground next to them, sweat dripping from his forehead, "[color=FF00FF]I'm here![/color]"