[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjk2LjI5NzUwZS5RMlZqYVd4cFlRLjA/chopin-script.regular.webp[/img][/center] [@Raineh Daze][@ERode][@VitaVitaAR][@HereComesTheSnow][@PigeonOfAstora] [hr] [b][i]"This bitch!"[/i][/b] Shael shouted. [b][i]"I'm no low ranking divine spirit! Cecil! kick her smug face in so I can use her ass as a throne!"[/i][/b] [color=598527][i]"Keep it down!"[/i][/color]Cecil retorted, watching her arrows harmlessly being deflected. Well, she couldn't say it wasn't expected that the mage would do so, but it also gave her a good idea of what she was dealing with. [color=598527][i]"And what's with that barrier?"[/i][/color] [b][i]"Tch. As far as I can tell its a basic, low class barrier only weaklings would take pride in."[/i][/b] The wind spirit replied, calming down slightly. [b][i]"Chalk on the ground likely is its generation, or at least helping it, but without getting inside some way it would be hard to disrupt it."[/i][/b] [color=598527]"...Hm."[/color] Then, would they simply have to destroy the ground under them in its entirety? Maybe she could break it with a full power burst shot? [color=598527]"...Eh? Serenity?"[/color] Cecil watched, as Serenity attempted to leap over the undead monstrosity, only to be shoved back as the large blade cut through the rock above. Right, she had to focus on the mage lady. [color=598527]"Just so you know, she doesn't appreciate being called low class."[/color] Cecil grinned, a friendly smile as she'd knock another series of arrows, firing one quick, one fired a bit slower behind the other, followed by another immediately following it. That lightning was dangerous, she'd have to stay quick on her feet and figure out a good way to get around her. Though she had ideas. Playing fair wasn't exactly her strong suit in actual fights. The only issue was the distinct lack of space she had to work with. The man from Barukstaed [@Crimson Paladin][@Conscripts][@Creative Chaos] [hr] The man, for one of the very few times in his life...felt fear. He grappled with Steffen trying to move the large Ingvarr from him. Flueri's charge. His axe hand was ensnared by Steffen. Movement completely locked down. Unable to avoid...then all he could do was take the blow. Flueri's blade found its mark. The sound of steel ripping flesh, the smell of blood as the Barukstaedian gurgled in pain, neck pierced by the blade. His grip weakened on Steffen, he'd find himself being slung off his opponent, unable to remain standing as strength slowly left his body. "Gah-!" A pain shout as he was slammed into the nearby wall. ...a few seconds of silence followed as the dust cleared. "Gahahahaha-ack-!" A loud, boisterous laugh broken by a pained grunt. He collapsed onto a knee, barely held up by his axe. Another hand clutching his neck. "Iron Roses...gahaha...to think I, would have the honor of dying by their hands." Another laugh, though quieter this time. "Alfrid Stormcaller congratulates you and thanks you for the glorious battle. Tell me, who do I have the honor of dying at the hands of?"