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[b][color=fff200]Yang Bethlehem[/color][/b]

All the while, Yang had a grin on her face as she made her way to the farm again. 

Thoughts on how to tackle and deal against an armored opponent formulate in her mind, so many ways but that's just considering the current opponent she met.

That Nero seemed to be different, most Varjans didn't seem to be as fast as he was even without the armor. That heavily muscled woman she fought previously seemed easier and more straight forward.

[i]Heh.[/i] Yang twitched her fingers, will Nero be strong as her master?

The trip was thankfully uneventful but Yang noted that there's a crowd gathering around outside of Nero's farm. Curiosity rose within and she quickly made her way there.

What greeted her was Nero and in his full armor too, that brightened her mood immensely in how serious Nero was taking her.

"Greetings, sir Nero." She bowed formally and curtly but there was a hint of playfulness in her voice and action. Her eyes gazed to the onlookers and area, her foot tapped on the soft ground to test its hardness. "Well, this is no White Tiger temple arena but it's still beautiful."

That reminded of the white marble arena that was constructed specifically for their yearly battle against one another and other challengers. The roars of the arena, crowd, heat, and attention were fiercer compared to the open farm. Still, it had a certain charm to it.

When asked on her weapon, she raised both of her arms to show her empty hands before a snap of her wrist had the prayer beads in position.

"All I need are these," Yang answered truthfully as it served as a knuckle brass and she tightened her fist. The sound creaking from it indicated enough to Nero that it was made of metal and not wood. She then bowed to Nero. "Please, I insist you take up a weapon."

Once Nero did, Yang lowered herself and the air around her change. She couldn't wait to begin and took the lead by going into a stance. 

One foot lightly touching the ground while the back leg bore her entire weight and center of gravity. A fast stance that allowed her to react and strike instantly, similar to a cat. Just like one, Yang eyes observed Nero carefully, her guard compact enough to show little opening.

If Nero did nothing, then Yang will slowly inch forward. Not taking any risk and approached him at her own pace, this was a spar and test of skill after all. Yang wanted to observe and see how a knight actually fights in detail.

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[b][color=ed145b]Ditzy Stoneclub[/color][/b]

Ditzy face was resting the table, noting that others had went ahead but didn't really put much thought into it as he just nodded and waved to those who walked out of the guild for the daily job.

Then when Ditzy heard his name being called, he snapped upwards like a puppy hearing its name being called. He then saw the owl boy calling and asking him to join in his job.

"Okay!" Ditzy smiled as he stood up, mood much improved as he pushed previous thoughts away. Looks like at least some still wanted to play with him.

Though reading the quest made him skeptical as he furrowed his brows.

"But...we're robbing graves. Isn't that...a bad thing?" He scratched his head in confusion, perplexed on why such a request made it through. Stealing was often things bandits do, are they being asked to be bandits? "I don't wanna steal things, and graves are scary."

Despite his reluctance, Ditzy will follow Ozzy, if only because the latter had asked for him to join in. With his sandbag in tow and some supplies, Ditzy was ready to take on the quest.