The grate shuddered under the force of her kick, her palms grinding against corroded metal. She didn’t have any affect the first go around, but Ari wasn’t one to throw in the towel after one flip and kick. With a stylishly dextrous and agile body, she continued to go at the grate, and slowly, the catgirl could feel the stone begin to shift away from the metal. It had become loose! With some more effort, perhaps, she’d be able to pop it right open!

[b]“Oi!”[/b] A male voice called out from above her, gruff and irritated. [b]“This is city property, Immortal. Cease this instant.”[/b]

Looking up, Ari would see an individual who looked very much the part of an armed guard. Standing 5’9 in a conical helmet of lacquered wood and metal plates, with a heavy, dark coat over his body that was emblazoned with the symbol of a sakura blossom, each petal of a different color, the square-faced man looked sternly at her, his beady eyes narrowed into a squint while his hand rested comfortably on a sheathed dao.
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As Lugh made his presence know, the priestess's face lit up, grateful to receive the out that the dark-haired warrior offered. [b]"Oh,"[/b] she said, making a step towards him, [b]"our te-"[/b]

[b]"Hey, c'mon,"[/b] a portly, aristocratic-looking player said, [b]"Don't just ignore us!"[/b]

[b]"Yeah,"[/b] the distractingly effeminate one bobbed his head. [b]"We're interested in the faith too, y'know. Can you simply reject new believers? Is that how the Shin-Yu Temple is?"[/b]

The dark-skinned warrior with a mane of luscious locks wrapped an arm around her shoulders. [b]"Let's go somewhere more private, darling. You can share your gospel with us all you want once those [i]distractions[/i] are out of the way."[/b]
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The frogman descended, his fist slamming into the ground where Raime had been moments earlier. A shockwave, no, an [i]eruption[/i] resounded, a three meter diameter crater forming where his hammer fist met the ground. Tremendous force, accompanied by displaced dirt and stone, sent the ranger even further away. He tumbled, rolled on the grassy field, [b]34 damage dealt[/b] even when the main attack hadn’t landed on his fragile body.

Then, the pain hit him.

His body screamed, aches shaking deep into his organs. Nothing felt like it had cracked or broken, but the nausea was intense, disorientation causing him to almost double over. Thoughts scrambling, ears ringing, Raime could hardly push himself up, and it was all he could do to keep a shaky grip on his weapon. At 100% pain sensitivity, the sensation of being flung away by an explosion, of being struck by stony shrapnel, was simply [i]devastating[/i].

From the crater, shrouded by dust, the silhouette of the frogman rose up once more. Crackling could be heard as he clenched and unclenched his fists, eyes shining in the smoke as he stared down Amulak. The next target was sighted.

But Ames would not let that be.

Guided by stylish intent, the red-haired warrior, Nuclei-less and unleveled, surged out through the smoke, right foot lashing out in a spinning roundhouse kick that caught the frogman on the back of the head. A heavy impact rebounded in Ames’s leg, and he pushed off with that same foot, doing a 360 degree body twist and landing on the ground with enough force to disperse the smoke.

The frogman, head forced forward by the kick, regained his posture slowly, gradually.

And once again resumed his spearfisher’s stance, this time facing Ames.
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