[right][h3][b][color=firebrick]Blaike Fremont[/color][/b][/h3][/right][hr][b]Location::[/b]	Ferris Woods
[b]Date::[/b]		21st Sun of Ondine
[b]Interactions::[/b] Artemisia, Avaddon, Balder, Edgar, Ianthe, Luna, and Mitra[hr]
[color=firebrick]"I'm sure she has; come on have a little faith in her,"[/color] Blaike finally spoke up after keeping to himself for a while, smiling at the women. Was like that when he entered the forest and a little more chatty than when they entered it, even getting a better idea about Artemisia's profession and general skills. She was a mage like him, though she had a bit of mystique and a certain allure that conceptualized in the form of a saucy yet dangerous woman. At least, that's what ran through his head.

And then she displayed a slow, degradation of stamina, becoming completely winded faster than the rest of the party. Opted to stay behind and keep an eye on her while staying on guard, but eventually she did recover, somewhat. There was plenty of things to juggle now, with the issues of the Black Mage's stamina to managing their flank, and even having to stay on guard.

Blaike tightly gripped his blade, flicking something near the guard to reveal a compartment of where he slotted in two aldite before closing it; fire and wind, a decent combination to stir the flames, especially with these monsters lingering about. After inspecting the weapon and the aldite for the fifth time throughout this journey, Blaike bit his lip and closed the compartment; that wasn't changing.

Regardless, looking to his flank and checking up on Artemisia every couple of seconds, jerking his head from one direction to the next as a tiny flicker of flames formed in the palm Blaike's other hand before being snuffed out when he clenched it into a fist. Picking up the pace a bit, he kept an eye on the Black Mage, taking Ianthe's place temporarily up front as he looked over to Mitra.

[color=firebrick]"Hey, uhm, Mitra, you OK?"[/color] While Blaikes smile was still there, it was a lot more muted and toned down than usual as he looked at the girl.