[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Bast Ragoczy[/h1][/center][/color]

Most of the warriors Bast was fighting were easy to deal with. None posed much of a threat as Bast played with them without even unsheathing his sword. It simply wasn't needed... Their movements lacked grace and elegance... They moved just like if they were acting on instinct alone... In the other hand, as Bast looked to his companions, it seemed like their opponents were in a different level than the rest...

The one Titanica was fighting, according to George, was a ronin. Bast had already heard about those... Warriors from the eastern lands. They lived by the blade... and died by it. While lacking in brute strength, their speed and technique were unparalleled... So much that myths and stories about their blades moving like lightning were common to hear from other warrior's mouths. Titanica, who apparently had a lot of brute strength was obviously having a bit of trouble in dealing with that opponent. His quick movements and reflexes could easily parry Titanica's powerful blows, while counterattacking at the same time.

The one Eilidh was fighting was a Gladiator. They were famous for being very aggressive, quick and brutal. Artists with a weapon, their fights were almost like performances. Every drop of blood, sweat, every wound inflicted, every movement was made thinking about their audience. 
Unfortunately for Eilidh, the gladiator was already expecting her charging at him, dodging her attack with a swift movement and piercing her equine body with his trident. The wound, albeit superficial, was bleeding profusely. Bast knew Eilidh was a proud warrior and he knew that interfering could possibly hurt her pride, but he wasn't going to stay still watching her bleed.

Calmly walking towards the gladiator, who was too busy focused solely on Eilidh, Bast gave a quick stab with his cane on the gladiator's knee, jumping to the side with a fluid, graceful movement shortly after in case he tried to counterattack. Albeit it wouldn't pierce his skin, seeing how his cane sword was sheathed, it would deliver a sharp wave of pain and make him kneel for a brief second, giving Eilidh enough time to recover herself.

[color=C6DEFF]"Would you accept some help, mein liebling?"[/color] Bast asked, with a smile towards Eilidh.

[color=C6DEFF]"Dodging an attack like that, so full of fighting spirit and not facing it head on... Don't you think it was extremely rude of your part?"[/color] Bast said to the gladiator, looking at him with a mischievous smile as he snapped his fingers.

The second he did so, small rectangles around the gladiator were made with light, flipping themselves revealing an arcane card, appearing out of thin air. These cards weren't moving, instead, they were forming a thin wall nearby his shoulders, the size and width of the gladiator made of only a few cards reinforced with magic, following him as he walked. While those cards wouldn't hurt him, whenever he tried to dodge Eilidh's attacks, they would restrict his movements, forcing him to either take her attacks head on or block them.

[color=C6DEFF]"My dear Eilidh, be careful. He is an experienced warrior."[/color] Bast said, nodding to Eilidh with a serious stare. Bast didn't want to hurt Eilidh's pride as a warrior so he only gave her a little help, but the second things started looking too dangerous, he would interfere. It was an delicate situation... He wanted to protect Eilidh, but she wasn't a defenseless princess. Eilidh was a warrior. She had her own pride. Stepping in and fighting for her would most definitely hurt her pride.

[color=C6DEFF]"Regarding you, Ronin..."[/color] Bast said, walking a few steps, standing right between where the two fights were happening.

[color=C6DEFF]"I am sincerely impressed with your movements... But I think they lack a certain... grace..."[/color] Bast said with a smirk, raising his cane and hitting the ground with it, lifting dust. The cloud of dust moved to where the Ronin was, solidifying themselves and turning into arcane cards. These, unlike the ones around the gladiator, they were floating in the air motionlessly, almost like they were frozen. If the Ronin tried to move himself in bursts of speed around Titanica like he was doing, he would have to dodge not only her blows, but the cards as well, lest he wanted to suffer dozens of small cuts from the cards' edges.

[color=C6DEFF]"Now... Can you dance to the music or your own agility will be turn itself into your worse enemy?"[/color] Bast said, tapping his cane on the ground and giving Titanica a silent nod. It wasn't like he was trying to stay there without doing anything, but he was assuming Titanica was a warrior herself, even though he didn't know her that well... The situation both Titanica and Eilidh were facing was a duel. Duels had an unspoken set of rules and honor behind them that every warrior, every gentleman knew and respected. Interfering in a duel, even if you had good intentions, was something that could be considered a serious offense to the warriors involved.

[color=C6DEFF]"Now... I haven't forgotten about the rest of you..."[/color] Bast said turning to the remaining warriors, unsheathing his cane sword.

[color=C6DEFF]"Lets hope you learned anything from your previous attempts at attacking me... This time, your mistakes will have consequences."[/color] he said, getting ready to fight them. There were only a few opponents remaining, but Bast had to be careful to keep an eye at Eilidh and Titanica. If things got too dangerous to either one of them, he would dash in.

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[color=8dc73f][center][h1]Freyr[/h1][/center][/color]

The situation was confusing and it could be accurately described as 'bizarre'... But a request was a request, and that specific request didn't seem to be that hard. Despite the couple's... weird tastes and fixation for nobles... Especially for their trash... They simply asked for arrows from the Zipanguese archers that would take part in the competition.

Looking at Ditzy as he talked, Freyr could help but let out a discreet chuckle when he advised the couple they should wash their hands. Ditzy was very honest. Despite being a bit naïve, he was a good person.

Looking to the rest of the group, Freyr, after thinking a bit about what the couple had asked, he got an idea.

[color=8dc73f]"I don't want to brag or anything... But I quite literally was raised with a bow in my hand... If you agree, and if we find a way to, I could get in this competition... Maybe I would be able to get one of those arrows...?"[/color] Freyr asked, waiting for their answer.

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