[h3][color=lemonchiffon]Priscilla Duran[/color][/h3]
[right][color=silver][i]Harvest Festival[/i][/color] | Magnolia
[color=silver][i]Interacting with[/i][/color]: [color=orange]Jamie Beltras[/color] [@MarshiestMallow] | [color=turquoise]Jack Goran[/color] [@Zarkun][/right][hr]
	Among the crowd of adoring fans Priscilla observes the spectacle fight with more than a mild sense of awe and wonder. She’d heard many tales of the strength of Phoenix Wing’s mages but to see it in person was something else entirely. Her eyes dart from one combatant to the next, unsure where best to hold her gaze to take in all of the action. Stalwart steel clashes against elusive shadow magics, their respective wielders deftly parrying each other's blows. The other side of the ring sports an ardent display of fire and ash that piques the flame witch’s curiosity somewhat.
	Priscilla outstretches a hand to catch a falling ember from the clash. Both the flames and the ashes held an energy unknown to her. She rubs the soot between her fingers.
	“[color=lemonchiffon]Those two,[/color]” She begins, addressing Jamie without averting her eyes from the combatants. “[color=lemonchiffon]they are no ordinary elementalists, correct?[/color]” She didn’t expect much of an answer, for she knew better than most how essential it is to safeguard one’s secrets - especially where peculiar magics were concerned. 
The mages continue to clash and the crowd grows more and more uproarious at their showcase of skills. 
	Priscilla’s lips curl into a smile. 
	Peculiar magics indeed.

[h3][color=silver]Meredith Clagnan[/color][/h3]
[right][color=silver]Wolven Pyre Greenhouse[/color] | Silverbranch Glade
[color=silver][i]Interacting with[/i][/color]: | [color=916C8E]Manami Fuyu[/color] [@Lunarlord34][/right][hr]
	“[color=silver]That’s it, love, you’re doing great.[/color]” Meredith found Manami’s contribution to the ritual to be more than stellar; even if the young lady was unsure of its purpose. The two witches lift their veils and gaze into the cauldron. The mixture had bubbled away, absorbing the blessings of all those present and becoming something more than the sum of its parts. A calming draft that would see a startled familiar to rest.

	Meredith sat herself down on a stool while her companions prepared the final touches, offering a seat to Manami.
“[color=silver]Our practices can be a little more delicate than the magic you’re used to, but they’re rooted in traditions that span back thousands of years. We draw inspiration from the old ways not because it is necessarily more effective than modern magic, but out of respect for our ancestors and the struggles they endured to freely practice their craft.[/color]” Meredith wasn’t quite sure how a history lesson would go down with Manami, but far be it for her to pass up the opportunity to enlighten someone from a different walk of life than her own.

[h3][color=DarkSeaGreen]Henri Baptiste[/color][/h3]
[right][color=silver][i]Keeper’s Crossroads[/i][/color] | Silverbranch Glade
[color=silver][i]Interacting with[/i][/color]: [color=Peru]Regan Hadou[/color] [@CitrusArms] and [color=ECECE2]Shiro[/color][/right][hr]
	Shiro’s confidence in the heat of battle brought on a low chuckle from the older man. Hopefully she wasn’t just all talk. Her sudden disappearance caught both Henri and Hagar off guard, but the latter was sent reeling by the sudden headbut. He spat out a curse, leveraging himself against Shiro’s successive blows by digging his back foot into the dampened soil. His dancing blades struck against her hardened skin to little avail, prompting a grunt of frustration from the brute.

	Meanwhile Henri was already in motion, enveloping his arms in their watery appendages once again. Two directed blasts of water saw the dancing blades struck from the air as they landed in a muddy pile. Henri plunges his fists into the soil once again, the tentacles emerging beneath Hagar’s feat and enveloping themselves around his legs and then up his waist. Henri pushes clenched palms even further into the earth, corresponding with Hagar beginning to be dragged into the earth. He figured Shiro would appreciate a stationary punching bag.
	Though it would seem Hagar had other plans.
	
	“[color=silver]You slippery brat.[/color]” He snarled, his hands suddenly reaching out to clasp the side of Shiro’s head. “[color=silver]Keep still a while, would ya?[/color]” Hagar heaves Shiro a few feet from the ground whilst a few of the blades surrounding them turn to point towards her.
	“[color=silver][b]Sword Magic: Four Point Binding[/b][/color]” Four beams of ethereal energy burst forth in an attempt to pierce Shiro’s limbs. Rather than slicing or dealing damage, they would instead lock onto whatever they struck in an attempt to keep it bound in place. 
	"[color=DarkSeaGreen]Look out![/color]" Henri bolts forward in a desperate attempt to bowl down Hagar to aid in Shiro escaping the spell, but as a result finds himself taking two of the swords in his left arm and leg. A sudden numbness overcomes his left side, his limbs no longer responding to his commands as they are suspended from him.

	Hagar looks to capitalize on his partially trapped opponent, raising his arms into the air before thrusting them forward.
	“[color=silver][b]Sword Magic: Vorpal Blade[/b][/color]” A few more of the swords comprising the arena release sudden flashes of light that bend and twist at sharp angles to slice at the pair from all manner of directions. A couple slashes release Hagar from Henri’s tentacles. Henri uses his right arm to deflect as many of the slashes as he can, but his left side sustains a few gashes in the process. He redirects his tentacle to strike at one of the swords binding him. It’s grip falters slightly at the impact, but not quite enough to release him.

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	Talos snapped and swiped at Regan as she danced circles around the beast, taking cursory swipes while taking care to avoid the serpent’s head. The serpent lays low, it’s eyes fiercely keeping track of the woman's movements. Talos whimpers at Regan’s slices, but they are of little effect mostly in part to her purposely holding back. The serpent hisses towards it’s wolf head, prompting a low growl as though the two are communicating with one another. When Regan stops her assault Talos leaps forward to take another swipe at her, though this time there is a strange hesitation to the attack as though the beast is attempting to feint her. Sure enough the attack purposefully misses and Talos bows low, revealing the open jaws of the great serpent lashing forward towards Regan once again.

	At this point the beast has revealed itself to be of a higher intelligence than the average monster, it’s wolf head bowed low whilst magic gathers inside it’s throat. The serpent continues to reel itself back and lash out in a series of bites against Regan, but immediately pulls away when the crack of electricity fills the air. Talos let’s out a howl that is accompanied by a crack of thunder, a beam of lightning bursting forth from his gullet directly at Regan.