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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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In Trantascilia’s experience, things like tactical awareness and teamwork were a hard sell. Especially to [i]Midnosians[/i].

The Pyromancer-Queen’s hunters were skilled casters and such, but they often were too short-sighted and poorly trained when it came to actual cohesion for fighting the void. She wasn’t sure why, either. Midnos was the second largest nation in the world before the void came and brought about the Aulrithian Empire’s fall. They had one of the largest standing armies and even after the Day of the Eclipse they had a strong population led by tacticians and generals; spymasters and inquisitors. Yet Midnos had yet to create a hunter who had any semblance of battle intelligence. It was often she wondered if it was because they were terrible dancers.

Not like the Masters of Kethiline and Eldanfel. The masters that had taken the time to be patient with the process of creating an embersoul and even more patient in teaching hunters about the void. The masters that had guided Trantascilia to the great voyage that was her purpose; her meaning in life beyond life. The blue-haired woman had already been battle-tested before she embraced endless oblivion and turned into something more than human, into this creature of undeath and eternal agony. She had been a dancer, a princess, and a knight. Midnosian autocrats were not even remotely as tested. After all, there was a rumor that all Midnosian hunters were products of a library or a temple and not of the battlefield. Trantascilia believed it, after all, why shouldn’t she?

It almost–

The void Roc rattled against the blue flames, spinning downward. Tranta’s mind cleared and she remembered that she was in the midst of combat. The idiot hunter with the cannon had distracted her and her eyes squinted before they opened back up in the mist of smoke and ash. 

[color=593FFF]“Ah. The ground.”[/color] She remarked as she tightened her grip of her spear before ripping it out of the creature. The voidflesh that covered the Roc had mostly been nearly seared from its body. Nearly. Two hunters had set it ablaze, after all. [color=593FFF]“Can’t have you growing a second head or more wings. Let’s finish off this dance before we land, yes?”[/color]

Her question did not receive an answer from the Roc as the blue-haired hunter smiled with glee as her blue flames reached higher and higher. The Roc, free from some of the void’s hold screamed in pain, but Trantascilia did not relent. She did, however, do her best to steer the creature away from the stronghold and toward the outskirts, just overhead of a particularly ugly ogre who finally melted into ash and cinders itself. Had she been a Midnosian she probably would’ve let it fall into Uhladein and worried about collateral damage later, but Trantascilia unlike others had actual principles to abide by.

As the bird’s bones turned to black ash the blue-haired hunter giggled as she spun into a somersault-flip before landing on her feet.

The rain stopped as her feet hit the ground.
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