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I have a feeling after my match I'm going to have to off the head of this N’Katya character.
So it would seem.

Tried. Post will be up tomorrow.

Also I doubt the arena will have a suitable table or tea to drink.


@Vordak now your turn. ^^

Ioetta nodded in response to her comrades. She cracked her neck to one side and rolled the shoulder of her left arm. Favoring it somewhat due to an earlier glancing blow which had left behind marks and indentations in the armor. Then without further hesitation Ioetta held her kriegsmesser in her right hand and began moving forward. Working to quickly close the 23 or so meters to the stagecoach abandoned in the center of the bridge. The sound of metal gently bumping against into metal echoed as the Silver Shield defenders moved up mixing with the cacophony of their feet on the hard flagstone and the screams across the east end of the city.

Lady Ioetta knew once they began to near the enemy would become aware of their presence. Stealth would be no real aid here, but speed would be. Coming to the front of the stagecoach Ioetta slowed her steps as she stopped before an overturned crate. She took a position along the left hand side and waited.

Without turning her head away from that side of the coach, she gestured for one of them to hold the right side of the coach with a wave of her right hand. At least with three of them they could have one reserve member if one side began to falter. She stood so that the coach blocked her profile until one had nearly rounded the corner-- standing just 6 feet from the driver's seat. Standing so that the crate would block underneath the stagecoach. She hardly wanted her feet shot out from under her in case the enemy had come armed crossbows.

She felt her heart hammering in her chest as sweat beaded down her forward. The adrenalin already coursing through her body in anticipation for the violence soon to follow. She slowed her breathing and waited. There was nothing else left to do for now.


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We can always have a tea-party as the intro to the next fight, though why Skallagrim would even bother with the finale while being thrown around his own lobby I don't really know.


He was never the sharpest skull in the bone-yard.
Not even in the slightest. Nihl can't use the Strings of Creation - Rilla could, but that's due to him being my universe's God of Creation(With the Manifesto being loosely connected). So that bit was mostly in reference to the lore I built around my original character, who happens to be an ancestor of Nihl's... great grandpa, I believe.


So not open to making some kind of connection then? :P

Oh well, seems I won't get a chance of having that tea party with Mehz as we discuss our motivations and ideals etc.
Which one?


The strings of fate or as he called it Strings of Creation, I just called it Strands of The Omniverse.

Connection? o.o

So when I return to the lobby, will I have Forgotten up our Arses or?

@Rilla Also Nihl has the same ocular ability as Tablurath? interesting.

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