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I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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It does.
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PC and Tablet ded, send help
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I lived the land of no internet
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Krysanthe was somewhat surprised the beast had the presence of mind to keep track of both hunters-in-training despite it's seeming willingness to swing futily at her, but not overly worried. The Grim seemed be distressed from the constant harrying and decided to go entirely on the offensive to counter it. A move that could only be described as a mistake. Rather than retreating as she had been doing so far Krysthane suddenly changed tactics by rushing forward past the over-sized fists that aimed to crush her. The Redcap's attention was diverted from her to the wound in it's leg and the offending party that had inflicted it, attempting to use the same leg to retaliate. This offered Krysanthe a brief chance to see Able before his yank on the tail, pulling the Grim off balance and causing it to whirl on Able, forgetting entirely about Krysanthe.

Determined to make the most use of this opportunity as the Grim rose into the air Krysanthe launched from the ground and landed onto where the creature's shoulder blades would be, vaulting directly upwards into the air while also pushing the monstrous multi-limbed mutant into the ground. Then Krysanthe, at the peak of her jump began hurtling end over end, water flying everywhere and her semblance boosting her to greater speeds and allowing her to adjust to any movements from her target. Like a meteor Krysanthe plunged downwards, at the last possible moment extending one leg into an ax kick to smash into the Grim's glimmering red orb of a head. To be honest the most remarkable feat was that Krysanthe was able to make heads or tails out of her spin, if she hadn't done this move several times before this in fact it might've been impossible to do so.
Just because you don't understand how something works doesn't mean its stupid or needs to stop exsisting, in fact generally the opposite is true T.T
Eldarin let out a sigh of relief as the shields collectively crashed to the ground. "Good work Bronwick." He took another glug of golden blood to make sure he was ready for anything else that happened to show up, not trusting this place to give him a chance to rest. He grabbed began to drain the shield demon's stump, mentally preparing himself in case a surge of memories came forth again. Once that was finished he would pick his bow and shield. "Ready to keep going?"
Cool beans m8ity, good to have another person for when we get rolling past this tourney.
The Warder
Morning of the Hunt


Saloul woke to hands on his shoulders and one hand would've reached for a knife and the other for the offending limb, but even in his state of waking up he could sense it was just Alyna, furthermore that there was no urgency. Subsequently his eyes flickered open in acknowledgement of her request, only to close themselves just as fast at seeing her apparel as she walked away to dress herself. For some reason he'd expected her to be clothed. Though he doubted she minded it overly, it was hard to tell with Aes Sedai, despite the fact that he was used to reading people and having the warder bond. Saloul wondered if she cared that the most common word that came to mind when describing her was usually either 'cute' or 'adorable'. He mildly berated himself for his tardiness in waking up, prior to this he'd managed to successfully beat his Aes Sedi to the realm of the waking nearly every day. To be honest for the most part he'd more served the role of a butler than a warder but he didn't mind. After all he knew what he signed up for when he was bonded by an Aes Sedi of the Gray Ajah. At least she wasn't getting annoyed at him for it anymore.

As Alyna rummaged in her saddlebag Saloul also quickly dressed himself, throwing on his rather generic gray and brown clothes, his weapons and finally the distinctive warder fancloak on top that covered most of it. The hilt of his claymore poked just above it, though the rows of knives underneath were more subtle. His cropped brown hair needed no attendance and his slow facial hair growth ensured the same for his face. Now that they were both dressed Saloul bowed briefly to her, "Well Alyna, what are our plans for the day?" He asked respectfully. Calling her Alyna seemed terribly informal but she had insisted on it. Her dress was the usual purple that blended surprisingly pleasantly with her red hair. As if her face and Saloul's presence wasn't enough to indicate that she was Aes Sedai the expensive purples she favored made it yet more evident.
Raven is so cool, I've got a blademaster and vetern commander raven, though I don't play elsword much anymore. XD
Five of each type, plus with new elements? This sounded exhausting, but then against everything they'd done so far had been difficult one way or the other. To her surprise Solomon immediately fired of a water ball without even bothering with a chant. Morgana glowered for a moment. When had he gotten so far ahead of her? Growling lowly to herself Morgana grabbed her energy roughly and gathered it into her hand. It came easy, the pain for such a simple task hardly noticeable at this point. The next part was where it got rough. A breezeball should be easiest, it was just air after all. Morgana grabbed her mental knife more fiercely and concentrated. The raw energy slowly changed into air, swirling around her hand. She kept it there for a moment, barely keeping the power in check. Determined to succeed Morgana's grasp on her mental knife was so fierce a thin, unnoticed cut appeared on her right hand, the one holding the sphere. Then she pushed forward and the air surged onward, slamming into the target with a loud howling noise, it wasn't so much of Morgana letting go as it hit as her losing control as it hit, though it produced much the same effect. She let out a somewhat ragged breath indicating the effort it had taken her but steadfastly prepared to do it again. Five of each type. Easy peasy. She could do this without even taking a break.
@Lugubrious ah well I would actually like to interact but given time constraints and me not posting like a dweeb it'll likely have to happen at dinner time instead, would that be alright?
I'm also used to writing in the past tense but I don't mind trying to write in present tense, just be aware that I might be like solokolos and fluff things up ^.^
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