[center][h3]Sir Edwin Stormcrest?[/h3][/center]
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Titles
[color=#0E0101][Human - Mundane], [Noble Ryke Baron] B, [Apprentice Lancer], [Power Potential], [Get Looped], [Dark Knight], [Knight in Black], [Dark Horseman] - #0E0101[/color]
Noteworthy Skills: [Resilient Surprised], Regeneration F
Asset Goal: ?

With his lance once more within his iron grip, Edwin marched slowly towards the entrance of the lane, azure eyes searching around for a hint or clue of Aedrianna’s whereabouts, finding none at the moment. The idea of a demonstration in pairs made him scoff, the thought of being pooled together with someone inept or skittish displeased him and could very well jeopardize this whole investigation. And, as his eyes set upon his assigned partner, this ‘Noelle Nishi’, his eyes narrowed immediately, focused not on her, no. Rather, on the blue runt that was under her possession.

[color=0E0101]“Noelle…”[/color] His voice was direct, like steel scrapping against a scabbard.[color=0E0101] “... someone I know close and personally, Aedrianna Belmonte, is the owner of that cub. After we trample those curs, I will be expecting an explanation as to [b]-why-[/b] it is in your possession.”[/color]  He gave her one glance over, the arched golden eyebrow relaxing as a flimsy alliance, out of necessity, was put in place until they are done with the match. But afterward? Oh, they would talk.

His focus would then fall upon the fist fighter. The dark knight watched his opponent’s hands, the mana brimming on his arms easily caught. [color=0E0101]“A spellfist? Brawlers are simply so much… uncouth.”[/color] His words were sharp, aiming to sting, to pry and spur his opponent into action. All accompanied by a grin that spoke of cruelty much louder than any word could. [color=0E0101]“Let’s give the drooling masses what they came here to see, mmm?” [/color]

With those words, Edwin charged forward toward him, the obsidian-armored boots kicking up dust behind it. [Action 1] The Marcher Lord brought the lance backwards, readying a thrust against the fist-fighter, or so he made it seem. A feign attack, one that instead of being delivered by the lance, was done so by the skull-embossed shield, as it swung in a bash right against the opponent’s forearm. [Action 2] And, at the end of it, the rubies on the eyes and maw of the skull embossed on the shield flared. A high-velocity magical bolt was fired, not aimed at the fist-fighter, but at the cantor herself. [Action 3]

Actions:
1 - Approach the fist fighter
2 - Shield Bash - Fighting Style [Lance] D + Generalist F [Shields] + Incapacitating D + Energized D - Grade D 1 Post Cooldown
3 - Mana Bolt (Shield of Brutality and Constancy) - Magic E + Magic Range F - Grade E 1 Post Cooldown

CDs:
Edwin - D 0/1
Shield of Brutality and Constancy - E 0/1