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The War of the Three

How had things turned into this. The elephant warrior, which had been stepped in its confidence to take down these two, simple girls, was now on the receiving end of a preordained beat-down. It was more rageful than anything else, its loud trunk exploding in boils of angry sounds as Diana pushed it back. Raising both axes to block her rushing takedown, one of the great metal weapons shattered on impact, sprinkling the material deep into the snow.

So great was the impact that the mighty warrior was reduced to a rolling bundle, crushing into the icy ground. It would take time for it recover and regain its senses, an opportunity Diana capitalized on. Slowly festering away by the maggots consuming its wounds, the elephant warrior stood on shaky legs; only to realize the snowy landscape had soon turned into a scorched wasteland. The reason why was charging right at it.

With one final bellow of a death cry, the siamese creature lunged forth with its last remaining axe to charge at the dragon. Metal clashed metal and the heat rose higher and higher. It was evident Diana was slowly winning their clash, a last wail screeching from the elephant’s guttural instinct to live, to survive. All that was needed was-

The sound of metal on meat cut through the air, only pierced by the elephant’s actual death cry. Shocked and dismayed, it fell over to its side, its joined body have been split in two. As red stained the ground and ran deep into the snow, the mauled flesh of the former warrior began to dissipate and fade away into nothingness. If Suparna wanted limbs to use, she would need to act quickly before the body was washed away for good. But that was the least of their problems.

For Diana was not the one to deliver the killing blow. As soon as the elephant fell, the world had once more turned into the snowy wasteland it had been before. As if Diana's effects on this place had been snuffed out by a force even higher. And standing among the carcass of the dispersing animal that had been their foe was the true victor of the spoils.

“……..”

By its presence, both girls could feel nothing from the standing set of armor. It was doubtful there was any living creature remaining inside and it bared no weapon against them. Had it killed the elephant beast with a single blow of its hand? Stranger still was the armor’s actions, its helmeted face slowly turning in Suparna’s direction.

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@floodtalon, @Awesomoman64

Accepted.

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Jörmungandr

Additional Powers

Insert something from KoL here.

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Bump for fresh people.

I Might As Well Make One of These

✣ The Boss ✣

✣ The Boss ✣
^{Height: 180 Cm ✣ Weight: 57 Kg ✣ Age: Don't Ask}

Name: The Boss
Nationality: United States of New Columbia
Motif: If there’s one icon among the cosmos that best represents the Boss and her nature, it’s the ever elusive but never out of style work tie. Whether it be in grays, blacks, or dark blues, it has become a symbol of the Boss’ presence and sheer strength.

As Saint Hirst Academy is a school of prestige meant only for the best of the best, it only makes sense their instructors would be cut from the depth of quality. As such, those lucky enough to be taught by none other than the Boss should consider themselves in the presence of roundabout success. Hailing from the United States of New Columbia, the Boss was sent to first oversee the progress made in Saint Hirst before becoming one among their ranks.

It’s said she left behind a well taken care of financial empire back home and rumors have even sprung up that she’s actually the school’s Head Master in plain sight. Whether that be true or not, it’s clear to see she expects nothing more than the best effort that can be given. Yet despite her tough exterior, a soft spot for her students can be found. After all, she knows quite well the challenges of growing up, being a mother of two herself.

✣ Theme ✣

RPs Featured In: Saint Hirst Academy

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To clarify. One one month has passed in time.

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Gradon blinked, not sure why everyone else was looking away from Diana’s form. Surely she was only changing to better give room for her draconic form, yes? That seemed like the case as a golden lizard was finally manifested before them. And while it was well good and all, Gradon couldn’t help but cough into his hand for Diana’s attention, hoping to distract her from showing off more to his fellow cadets.
“Excuse me, Diana? We, um, still have a mission to discuss.”

Perhaps he wasn’t all that impressed, but truth be told, he just wanted to make sure everyone remembered the reason they were even here. Thankfully, Diana seemed to catch on and turned back into her human state. A few words were shared with Gradon nodding happily. Who knew a dragon could be so reasonable? “Good, good. We can report back to the Empire first thing in the morning-huh?”

Special training? No, no, they needed to report to the Empire right away! They didn’t have time for a training montage! And yet, that didn’t seem to be the popular opinion of anyone else. “Um, guys? Hey hold on, maybe we should….er, I guess we can…um…” But it would seem the decision had already been made, and Ires didn’t seem to be helping. Well, so long as it wasn’t too long, he supposed they could make a short detour. Without anything else to say, he waited for Diana to go ahead and begin their newfound training.

That was a month ago. Much, much longer than Gradon was expecting or would have liked. Granted, it had been well worth it he supposed. They had each acquired newfound powers, both of their Vessels and of their true Elemental Magic; as well as summoned beasts that had bonded to them. Gradon wasn’t too enthusiastic about his own; the same snake he had seen before with that same dopey look on its expression. Could snakes even express emotion? This question had kept him up many a night.

The day Diana departed for the great beyond, she had left behind a gift in the form of music sheets. Also, monsters, now known to be called Dissonances. “We should take care of these quickly. Who knows how much of a lecture we’re going to get for stalling this long,” he said to the others with a sigh, waiting for Ires to give further orders. Little did he know of the extra pair of eyes observing their actions. A pair of human eyes.

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The snowy battlefield was silent no more, the air filling with the sounds of hard battle and powerful war cries. The earth shook and trembled with every roar made by the dual elephant warriors, rage and pain steeped into their voices as Diana plunged her sword into their foot. Although it spared her from becoming red in the snow, it did nothing to soothe the beast’s desire to maim and kill for the honor, glory and instinct that was the Nexus.

These few moments allowed Diana to zip around its bulk of a body like a fly; a fly that spewed out hot flames and plasma. But the creature was unfazed by it all, its thick hide protecting it from most of the damage the dragon could have inflicted. Thus, the great mammoths swung their arms and axes, eager to flick the pesky girl out of the sky. One of them grabbed a great pile of snow and hurled it right at Diana, hoping to blind her before landing a fist into her body.

Of course, there was still the second one to be concerned for. The elephant warrior was still spinning, its momentum having never been stopped by either Diana or Suparna’s actions. But that seemed to not deter either of them and, if anything, Suparna had regained a second wind. Successfully mauling her own arm, the maggot girl would find luck in her mark as the elephant was too busy with Diana to pay attention.

But the hoarse and chortled snarls that echoed in the air was proof enough of her plan. The maggot feasted on pure flesh and, although the temperatures affected its texture, it was a meal nonetheless. The quadruped creature drooped to one knee, its spinning form of bladed death finally coming to a halt. Enraged, it swung both axes towards Suparna head on.

Back in Heaven, the Imperator sensed the happenings of Valhalla with slight amusement. It was a fitting distraction from the display in front of her, much to Ruxen’s relief. The blue Beastkin took a few moments to recuperate before frowning and glaring at Pink. “Yeah? Well don’t fucking do it again,” she huffed, tail stuck up and ears flattered with budding annoyance.

She didn’t particularly care what Pink went off and did with herself, so long as it didn’t involve her. Grumbling, her negativity seemingly replaced in a manner of minutes, Ruxen found the nearest corner she could find in the throne chamber and flopped down on her side. With nothing to do, she could just stare absently and mutter things to herself, tail occasionally twitching.

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@16 Bit

A consistent Machina would be good at the moment.

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@16 Bit

Greetings. There's room for more people. Though there are 3 Factions, not 4.