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Rui (and Tyaethe)


It seemed that Tyaethe's tangent about Talderian had temporarily distracted the rabbit from her purpose--and if anyone cared to pay much attention, and had familiarity with the language, they'd be able to piece together that the dialect Rui knew was demonstrably different even on some fairly well-known phrases from both the version still recorded for legal and the occasional liturgical reason, or the well-known version spoken by the Talderian nobility towards the end of the empire's existence. About the only clearer thing was that it was even more remote from the Thaln language that (most people) were otherwise speaking.

Looking around, she realised that Lein, Steffen, and her luggage had left and offered an abrupt apology before disappearing after them. Probably after them, who could say for sure.

Well, Lein would, when she somehow managed to appear, silently watching, in his peripheral vision some half an hour later.

"Aw, that's a shame, I wanted to persuade her to teach me Akitsushiman. Diplomats don't come through often enough to pick it up," the vampire grumbled, to nobody in particular.
Gisela


Offering minor healing as she moved forwards, Gisela was struck by a horrible sense of foreboding. It was almost like the feeling she got if she hadn't cast anything for a while, but... delayed. Like it was all too late, and everything was external rather than internal. The feeling of a storm breaking, but distinctly less... natural. If she had to guess... something magical had happened. On its own, that wasn't a surprise, they were pursuing necromancers, rituals were only to be expected, but this didn't sit right for a cult that had been so wantonly throwing its men away...

"There's been magic at work, commander. Not just raising zombies," the mage said, eyes flicking from side to side. The lingering feeling wasn't going away, just what had happened down there?
Lilia


"Um... are you sure? I don't mind at all! Really! But, I'm not sure how much use I am, when you get better I'd have to use dangerous spells to keep up, and then someone might get hurt..." Now that the fight was over, all the awkwardness was back, the elf fiddling with her sword rather than looking any of them in the eye. "I don't know anything like a blunt sword for fire..."

Her gaze lifted and swivelled between Gerard and Fionn. "I only went for the legs because of the ice. Sometimes people slip immediately, and... well... or I can freeze their legs entirely. Shattering their weapon is easier, though, if it's metal... I don't know one for breaking wood so quickly."
Rui


"Then practice a hundred thousand more," the girl said blandly, giving Lein a look, "Improvement can stop when you die."

Her response to Fleuri's question came with a sheathed sword, phantom limb disappearing without a sound. Rui headed over to the bags, looking briefly into them to check what was there before looking over her shoulder, "I expect to be here as long as my lord feels my task is incomplete. It seems this must be expected to take some time, otherwise I would not have been sent so many of my things." After another moment's consideration (or perhaps translation), she added. "I believe I should pack these away first."

Over to the side, the vampire moved her head back and forth a few times, thinking, before asking, "That accent... did Merilia teach you her weird Talderian dialect first?"

"... it's odd?"
Lilia


The elf-girl looked perturbed at the suggestion, like coming at someone with killing intent when she didn't want them dead was unthinkable. But as she was still singing, there was no actual answer given to the idea. Instead, the girl kept fighting defensively, proving extremely hard to get close to with a thrust, everything just missing. It wasn't an obvious way to win anything, especially not when the dirt achieved its obvious goal of forcing her eyes shut.

It would seem almost disappointing that such a trick should get an obviously experienced enemy, but at the last her ears seemed to twitch slightly, Lilia using her blade to actually deflect the attack--a shockwave rippling through the wooden stave, rippling unsettlingly. Much as if he'd slammed it into a wall, not had it pushed away by such a delicate looking blade.

Now there was a frown on the elf's face. Possibly because that was the second time Renar had gone for trying to smack her in the head with a big hunk of oak.

Now the position of aggressor and defender was swapped, everything the darting elf doing just enough to inflict a slight cut on a battle. But the threat of getting hit at all was made more alarming, with every blow still carrying some magical trick, another line of her song a simple spell. A crackling field around one thrust that would make an entire limb frustratingly numb. A swing that, blocked, came with a sudden crack as the ground beneath Renar's feet. An unexpected layer of greasy oil forming along the shaft she was holding.

The blade eventually slipping past to rest on his throat after the barrage of attacks just to wear down his defences was the only thing without some magical payload.

"Mum always tells me to not use anything in practise I can't fix..."
On Serenity


As soon as the Arcedeen took another step, she was confronted with a substantial risk of tripping. A series of bags, without any warning or notice, had appeared in the courtyard... not one pace away from Serenity. Fancy bags, at that, with extremely foreign patterning--no doubt the luggage of the warrior that had shown up slightly earlier.

Even if that had been in doubt, the quickly-scrawled note on top explaining just that with a hasty apology made it pretty clear.
Lilia


The elf gave the impression of almost being frozen, seeming to not respond at first--but then she ducked. Fast; not as fast as the ridiculous creature on the other side of the courtyard, but still faster and more graceful than the awkward elf had given any hint of being. She'd also started singing, some sort of nonsense verse in Elvish, a word that might possibly have been loaned into Talderian about the cold--

And, even rising out of her crouch and moving forwards, she was swinging at Renar's ankles. But it wasn't just the sword he had to watch out for, another of the hilt's many gems was lit up in response, and even faster a faint mist spread out from the weapon, turning his footing into an unexpected sheet of ice.

Nor was this the limit of her attack, regardless of its success. Now that she was moving, it was clear Lilia wasn't a stationary fighter, and she was following up to stab at his side, the song continuing to another line. This one had no loanwords to give a hint, but the turbulence building around the blade itself was a warning--along with the stab, a shock of wind. Destabilising, but not dangerous.

At least the magic wasn't adding any extra lethality.
Rui & Tyaethe


The girl jumped back to her starting position, leaving just a small notch in Fleuri's practice blade, and cocked her head to one side as she thought about the request Steffen was asking, "Why? I could avoid the damage, but there is nothing special about the strike. It is simply a swing repeated until mastery."

Sure enough, she repeated the same move just used against Fleuri, deliberately slowed to a speed where everyone else present could follow. Nothing about the strike seemed special in any way, if one were to discount the implausibility of a one-armed girl pulling it off. On the plus side, at least there was no more property damage.

The vampire squinted at the rabbit a little, then shook her head, "Nope, this isn't the one she sent a painting of. I'd have to go through the letters and see if she mentioned anything that might match, but she mostly wants to annoy me by talking about her girls' reactions rather than anything interesting. I don't think she'd ever mentioned anyone for their sword talent."




Lilia


"Um... o-of course!" the elf answered, hesitancy in every syllable. Hesitancy that was clearly not mirrored in her movements, her posture and stance becoming more confident as she lifted the sword, a curious look in her eyes at Renar's choice of weapon. "No magic, huh...?"

Like the knight, the elf wasn't making the first move. Slightly on guard, but relaxed and ready to move, watching Renar closely.

Gisela


Safely in the rear, the hundi mage kept up her litany, the luminescence getting more and more obvious, before the hundi raised her staff and pointed it out towards the battle. One by one, bands of silver runes sprung into life about her arm, slowly rotating. And yet she still hadn't finished.

The instant the mage fell silent, it was very clear she was done with her spell.

All behind the cultists, sometimes so far back as to be blatantly harmless--no doubt compensating for her difficulty with aiming carefully by overshooting--a multitude of head-sized glowing spheres appeared. Then, erratically across the mass, they all collapsed inwards to single bright points and began to swell--

For a few seconds, thunder rolled across the battlefield.

Then, the magic was gone, but the signs of its passing were all too apparent. The back line of cultists was devastated, some of them just in smouldering pieces, others merely on fire, one or two collapsed with no apparent reason. Here and there, fragments of rock had peppered them, and a few more had just been catapulted into their waiting enemies. Of course, those outside the immediate range--such as Gisela's allies--were mostly fine, as was anyone they were engaged with. As for the rocky landscape behind... well, the number of crack-filled craters gouged out was alarming for finding their footing, that was certain.
Rui


The girl gave a half-hearted shrug, something not so lopsided with the ghostly limb gripping her blade. "Most would work. Iai may not. All is a matter of perfect form, repeated beyond perfection. Only with these blades am I so familiar and I do not expect to stay here long enough to learn such specifics."

The strike she followed up with was blatantly straightforward, nothing more than the most fundamental overhead strike. But the speed the girl had closed in with was astonishing, comparable more to vampires than anything mortal. And this time Fleuri would no doubt feel it, the rush of air overhead, even with the roofing behind taking some audible damage.

It seemed this had gotten another party's interest, the resident paladin leaning under her parasol and looking at the pair with some amusement. "Hey, could you pull back a little earlier? Fixing this is a pain."
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