Rinaldo eyed the people in the room intently. There wasn't much to do, besides standing guard. And it looked like the royal Highness had got her host today. Her love of puppy stories had won. Funnily enough, Rinaldo didn't have very fond memories of Hundi. Mostly because he had probably spent quite a few times running away from them.

They were tenacious, brave, fast, and capable of biting your legs.

So, he shuffled so slightly, his sweets plate alongside him, as he managed once more to close distance to an uncomfortable level. "Say, I bet your history is interesting too, mage." The old man added, putting some focus in the face of the Court Mage (although obviously, he tended to stare...elsewhere). "What are you, 19? You look far too young for a court mage." He smirked. "I could improve your physical shape, you know. A healthy mind in a healthy body, as they say..."

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Sult wanted to spit in defiance, as the skeletons flanked her. But the effort had made her lips chapped and dry. Out of all things, running out of her mana at this moment was not something she had wanted to do, but she had no choice. Gripping her sword, she breathed deeply. Mana or not, she could do this.

She had survived a sure death by poisoning. Skeletons weren't as deadly. Even if armored. She bit her lip, and drew blood with it. Staggering to her feet, she then ducked quick and fast, and in a wide sweep, cut the creature's feet as if they were tall grass, sweeping their fragile bones in the process. Naturally, this was a temporary measure as the skeletons would crawl back to attack her, but that was much bearable. Rememorating her anatomy lessons, she gave a sharp blow to one of the unfortunate corpses with her heel , decapitating him by the base of the neck. Making skeletons fall and then kicking them was not the more glamourous thing, but it would work.

Nero, by contrast, was sporting an outright sadistic glee as he saw the wizard reeling for his blow, revealing quite an opening as he struggled to block his savage blows. The finisher is what all he needed. The flames on his blows seemed to disappear as he concentrated... And then a fist clad in the same flames came from the side, smashing into the mage's chest flank and dousing it with a healthy dose of mana fueled holy fire.

"Say hi to Caloh for me, [i]thundershit[/i]." He said in a raspy voice.

And then something unbelievable happened. Nero's armor cracked and convulsed as he landed the powerful blow, scattering in all directions, a trail of black smoke following soon afterwards.

"ENOUGH WITH THIS!". A metallic voice screeched, as the pieces of armor seemingly seemed to float and reform in the air, the trail of mist turning into some sort of little, [url=http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=5152]impish female creature.[/url] "NO MORE I WILL BE OF HELP"

Nero stood there, in shock, naked. Although his appearance was clearly different. Nero had never been an effeminate brother. Two reasons seemed to support that, her underwear having been torn in tatters as the armor suddenly decided to emancipate. She, after all, was a twin sister to Sult, and one which bore an almost exact resemblance to her, with equally long hair and height. The armor probably had some sort of glamour that had made her appear as a man.

"...We had a deal!" She stammered in a squeaky voice.

"HOLY SORCERY WAS OFF LIMITS". The armor replied. "FAREWELL." THe armor boomed. As it floated around, peeking the battlefield

"YOU. YOU SHALL DO." The thing boomed as its pieces dived for Marianne in a bold but pretty much dodgeable attempt.