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[sup][i]Latin District - Arènes de Lutèce[/i][/sup]
[center][h2]A Cowled Figure[/h2][/center]
[sub][center]Mentions: [@Cu Chulainn] (Dietrich) [@GreenGoat] (Tenryuu)[/center][/sub]
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And the familiars fell down to the Saber's powerful strike like wheat to a farmer's scythe. They had no say on the matter, as they were simple automatons meant to carry a duty, and they didn't lift a finger to retaliate or even defend against the strike: the only reaction was a broadening grin on the hound that was leading the group. And, before the lights in its eyes faded as its limited life quickly abandoned the sliced carcass, the mouth of the perishing canine moved enough to mutter two syllabes: [color=lightgray]"[b]Amen[/b]"[/color]. And thus, the hounds were no more.

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[sup][i]Latin District - Northern Sector[/i][/sup]
[center][h1]Yazhu Hua[/h1][/center]
[sub][center]Mentions: Tristan ([@KoL])[/center][/sub]
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[color=a187be]"Thank you, Archer"[/color] commented Yazhu once she was sweeped up by Tristan. Whilst she listened to his remarks, she absentmindedly rubbed the arm where she was just hit. [color=a187be]"I agree, let's return and plan for the upcoming nights".[/color] She didn't speak much during the travel, as she was thinking about her previous opponent and the encounter: what could she have done to turn it to her favor earlier. Next time, she'd be much more careful when dealing with opponents. This encounter reminded her that magus weren't as limited as her in terms of magecraft and, as such, they'd have many tricks up their sleeve prepared beforehand besides traditional use of magecraft.

Yazhu first thought that a week was just too short of a time to do anything to win a war. Today she thought that it was gonna be a long week.