Smiled, hearing the joy of the crowd, hearing a loud booming voice, looking down once more, the announcer. She sat, still on guard of those suspicious blue cloaked men.
" Let the festival begin! "
Knowing that was the end of the speech until the announcer was struck with a dagger, being impaled, slightly seeing the gleam of the stained dagger. Everyone began screaming, people running, toppling over each other, attempting to shelter or safety.
An arrow was flying towards her, at fast speeds, though she had a plan, accelerating into the air, the arrow striking the brick roof. The cross bow man fired once more, arrows skimming towards her. This time she was ready, her hands gleamed with light, mumbling arcane words, as a ball of light began morphing into a elongated stick, looking like a lance, it dashed towards the crossbow man, burning off the skimming arrow and towards the man, though he quickly rolled to his side dodging the light lance, fire being created as it hit the wooden platform.
MP 280/300
The crossbow man was changing positions and on her quick time limit she looked down, seeing the golem, the robed human, and the praising elf, and if there were more fending off the hooded men she couldn't see them. The pigtailed girl, feeling her wings flapping in the air. Such commotion filled the area quickly, exciting! Pulling out her Avariel crested bow, her free hand grabbing out a arrow, positioning herself in the air, seeing the bowman that fired an arrow at her, aiming towards the bowman. Letting go of the string the arrow skimmed into the crowd, hitting someone, but unsure of who, slightly worried if she had struck an innocent being, though once the area cleared, she could see the blue cloaked man, fallen to the grown as he was struck in the shoulder.
This time she had an advantage, while the other cloaked men were fighting the innocent they seemed to not have enough time to protect one of there allies, and once again she readied 'Glitter Lance' once more, her arm raising seeing the blue bowman trying to evade the area, though she gave no mercy. Mumbling words of the arcane language once more, her palm gleamed of light and slowly a orb of light appeared, morphing into a elongated light stick, like a lance, it dashed across the plaza, towards the fleeing bowman and once he was strike by the light lance he was soon to be found majorly injured, the bowman didn't seem to be moving, he was either unconscious or dead.
MP 260/300
She used two major battle spells, though it didn't train her mana as much as she would of thought. Looking down upon the crowd, seeing the light blonde man, seemingly fending off the foes that killed the announcer. The pigtailed girl, dashed down towards the ground, quickly landing as she stood behind the elven man. Waiting if he needed quick support, and so, grabbing an arrow with her left arm and holding the arrow, the head, facing downwards to the ground, ready to stab a bitch foe.
Head
N/A
Chest
White, Chain mail vest ( Is not visible unless you look closer )
Pants
White Dress, ends at the knee
Arms
White Shoulder pads
Feet
N/A
x1 Dagger
x1 Chocolate Milk
x1 MP Healing Item (I'll edit this later)
Avariel Bow
Quiver/w x18 Arrows
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch