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Salem rolled his eyes at Victor’s comment. He was as calm as anyone could be in a forest with a murderer as their partner, magics surrounding them, and time ticking them closer to potential failure. He let out a long controlled breath before speaking. [Color=82ca9d]"I've already searched for anything out of the ordinary, it’s how I found the prints and came to my conclusion. But so long as we're on the same page about this lantern starting the test…"[/color] Salem placed the lantern in its spot, watching the magic begin to take form and reveal the test that stood before him. 

They stood in a clearing, Salem taking in the scenery to see what he could use to his advantage when met with their assailants. A cabin stood in the distance, unrecognizable to him save for the man before it under the light. Lord Pieron Astorio. His reputation preceded him, and his stature alone was an imitating wall of suppressed aggression and savagery. He saw the mage and what he could only assume was a vampire before them, faces hidden behind theatre masks. Salem may of been naive to a few things, but he wasn't stupid enough to take on thr Astorio, opting instead to focus on the mage. 

He stood there as he watched his prey, battered and malnourished, hardly a fight of that was any indicator. However a mage was still a powerful asset and one that needed to be eliminated quickly. He wasted no time, kicking up the glaive into his hand and silently running headlong towards the mage. The spear was tucked under his left arm, held in place as his right began to glow and the grass surrounding the mages feet grew and twisted around their feet and ankles making it harder to dodge.

 Salem grabbed the glaive with his right hand, digging the pommel into the ground and lifting himself into the air as he launched towards the mage, going in for a swift kick to the mask in an attempt to break it. He'd have to thank Victor later for all the lessons and exercises working on his core, making it easier for him to engage in battle for this trial.

Both the vampire and the mage watched Salem’s antics. The frowning faced opponent brought its wand up, the tip lighting a faint green and purple, and whipped it around in a tight circle above its head before bringing it down vertically as Salem launched himself. However, the frowning face made no move to handle the impatient mage as the smiling face caught the brunt of the attack with the flat of his sword and twisted around the frowning face, letting Salem’s own momentum continue carrying him past the pair. The mage made a quick motion and the grass root system burst out of the ground and wove itself tightly around Salem’s glaive.

Salem let out a deep breath as he landed past the pair. They were working in perfect unison it seemed, the mage having hardly flinched as he knew his vampire would defend him as he cast. He watched the pair intently, knowing full well that he and Victor were not at that level yet. He left arm began to glow as Salem slowly lowered it, palm down, releasing his glaive from the ensnarement. A plant mage, he'd have to study carefully in order to use his own magic against them.