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Trinity Stratos

Her arrows hit her target early? No... It was already frozen. Wh-when did that happen? She blushed and looked away as though it had nothing to do with her when the curse mage makes fun of her, but this other mage also had her attention, so she couldn't simply avert her eyes for long.

A mysterious individual, to be certain. Once the curse mage had wandered away inside, she takes a moment to examine the other humanoid figure. Something about this person seemed foreboding... but she couldn't place just what. The figure followed the curse mage inside, and the bard spied a picture, fallen out of that person's pocket. She jumps down from the roof to fetch the photograph, examining it only to recognize the figures within. A picture of some of the more recognizable members of the guild. What did this person want with her new guild?

She turns suddenly as she hears someone coming out of the guild. She scrambles to clear the street before they show, with the picture in her hand. She vaults some rubble of the inn to its rooftop and shuffles herself over to the other side. She peeks to see Nero and the other mage, the latter walking toward the guild hall.

"Tsk." She conjures an arrow from her quiver, murmuring to it softly before drawing it and aiming toward the guild hall. The end of the arrow is a rubber ball, completely blunt and mostly harmless. She draws and aims carefully, enhancing with Trick Shot before she looses it.

Now for the manticore. That mage said something about it wearing off? Did he do this? She examines the poor thing encased in ice and she jumps down from the rooftop. Under some kind of effect, then. "Hmmm... they say love heals, right...?" She examines it for a moment more before she steps back, drawing a pink, frilly Love Arrow, with a heart-shaped arrow head. She fires it at the ice-entombed beast, and the arrows seems to stick into the ice, at first, before it 'melts' in, a gentle pink light radiating out from it as it does. 

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Hopefully, her arrow would hit the door with enough force for someone to go and answer it. Once someone picks it up, a message would play. "A black-hooded wizard of unknown origin with powerful magic is headed toward the guild."

Magnolia Streets

Trinity had dismissed her instruments when she started running toward the commotion. She called her bow and quiver forth, drawing an ice arrow as she rounded the street corner. What she saw was more excitement than she she had been expecting, but she decided it was a good thing she arrived on the scene. There was already quite a bit of collateral, she could see, but it didn't seem like anyone was hurt. There was some curious happenstance here (the penguin?), but besides that, things seemed rather straight forward.

The fighting bard dashes her way into the scene, taking a few bounds to get up a stack of crates and finally leaping up onto the rooftops. She runs along the shingled roofs. "Archery Magic: Rapid Draw!" She uses the magic to duplicate the last arrow fired, and stops to shoot Ice Arrows at the Manticore. Instead of piecing, these arrows would explode into ice on impact. If she could freeze it in place, they could subdue it and take it somewhere where it belongs. Once she's shot three at it, she starts running again, moving along the rooftops and firing two more. She'd probably really piss it off like this, so she'd better be ready to dodge.

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