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[h1]Lady Trieu[/h1]
[h3]Miyama Town - Serving Justice
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This thief. This uncouth and dreadful man, a dastardly blot on what the honour of all warriors. Trieu found herself letting her grudges flow through her body again. Her blade drawn and her influence spreading, reaching to both men, Roland received something of a boost, her spirit of rebellion and retaking what was rightfully hers. Roland was, in her opinion, a warrior worthy of her support. yes like many other times back in her wars, she may have misplaced her trust. But for this briefest of times, she will trust another servant and allow him a fighting chance. Without his sword, he was crippled. Not fully, but without full power. Well, what point was there to live if you had lost a battle?

As Roland burst forth, mimicing the speed of the thief, Nanyue felt a burst of energy, lunging forward and following in his stead. Yes the beast was much slower than the two men but using her spirit of defiance, she rose her sword above her head, filling Jack with dread and Roland was courage and strength. 

As Nanyue rode towards the two, she grinned wide. Finally a battle.


[centre][h1][color=00aeef]Ludwig Von Gravenheim Krauste[/color][/h1][/centre]
[centre][h2] Hilltop Church [/h2][/centre]
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This was bad. 

Ludwig had locked himself in his section of the church, one of his concoctions complete and a selection of bottles filled with it sat next to him. It had been a successful day many would say from seeing his bountiful selection. But no it had not. Even though he knew of Archer's fighting and slight success, the dread hung over him. 

This was the end. Hurriedly he took out his quill and began scrawling a message on a piece of parchment. He let it dry and sighed, he had to take this to the one place where he knew he could secure what he needed. He took a large flask of an elixir and made his way to the entrance of the church. When he saw it. A...penguin?

The message was to him, a saving grace. However, he couldn't just trust all of this. Something was definitely up. His ships, back and forth with his supplies. There was no trust there either. He was done for. He was in the fire, he was within the stove. All theses magus, Xerxes, Suzaku, all of them. They were targets. Sweat dripped from the German alchemist as he got his one and only familliar, a german weasel he had safely transported and attached the parchment to it. 

It took off out of the bounded field and he walked back into the church. [color=00aeef]"It appears that we have a saving grace from being trapped inside this church. Shall we prepare to head out for sundown?"[/color] He smiled sincerely and began to put back on his rubber gloves. 

[centre] [b] The Academy [/b] [/centre]

A weasel arrived, loud and screeching at the boundaries of the academy. 

[@Argonaut] [@Seirei No Hai]