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No guns in this case, no. ^^; Given this is anime-inspired on top of being fantasy, um... Think... more standard fantasy anime(trying to think of a better example but still groggy from waking up late) as opposed magitech-y fantasy anime(I will try and think of an example) with zepplins and stuff.
Saber - Arturia Pendragon


It wasn't as if this would be the first time Arturia was covered in blood, given the time period in which she had fought. However, she would have preferred not to have endured the remainder of the boat ride while coated in the innards of the beast. And so, in stead of enduring an almost literal bloodbath, the blonde-haired knight coated her body in Invisible Air and then released it, a burst of sound and wind erupting off her body and repelling the gore, sending most of it splattering into the sea. It wasn't as if that always worked when she was in need of a bath, but in this case she was able to stop it from drying on and clinging to her body.

She stood on the boat's deck, watching as the whale creature's corpse spewed blood into the ocean. It had, of course, been some kind of phantasmal beast. This was the Age of Gods, so such creatures would be in abundance. Regardless, the threat had been ended. The King of Knights was prepared for another attack, but it seemed such a thing never came. Instead, she remained true to her word for the rest of the journey and stood watch over her Master.

When they arrived, however...

The name 'Medusa', borne by one of their allies as of now, of course came with certain things. One such thing was the petrification of living things. And yet... it was strange. These lines of soldiers seemed regimented, as if they were a set of statues instead, rather then humans who were forever locked in their last moments of life.

The blonde-haired girl approached the statues.

"... These statues are strange. We should not let our guard down. They could be some form of trap," she concluded, after a few moments of examining them. They were so life-like, and yet expressionless. It was a regiment of soldiers in stone. And yet, at the same time, if they had become like this by looking into the gorgon's eyes while she was under the influence of the magecraft that Medea had dispelled...

There was no sign of fear or shock.

@PKMNB0Y@Rin@Raineh Daze
Great to see you again, harine!
"We cannot be certain of their numbers," declared Fanilly, when she heard Klaus questioning the number of the enemy orcs. While she had, obviously, never faced orcs in battle, it was impossible to read any decent history without running across some mention of the foul creatures. Technically, orcs were a single race, but it had become commonplace to refer to the larger and more physically strong members of the race as orcs, and the smaller and more wiry among them as goblins. Trolls were a cousin, larger and much more lacking in any form of intelligence. These were the things that the blonde-haired Knight-Captain knew of orcs. There were other facts, of course, some that were so unpleasant she almost found herself questioning how beings so foul had come to exist. The rampant cannibalism and the consumption of flesh of other races repulsed her to no end. She also knew of the orcish hatred for elves, dwarves, and... just about anything else that wasn't an orc, though orcs working with particularly repugnant humans wasn't exactly unheard of.

She could at least relay what she knew could be helpful, even if she had never faced the barbaric creatures in combat.

"It's likely these orcs are lead by a particularly powerful chieftan," she began, as she climbed astride her white mare, silvery armor gleaming. There was no time for further planning, but she had to do her best. "It's just as likely that if he is slain the entire raiding party will scatter."

One didn't need to be a history buff to know that this had occurred many times before. Any time the force driving an orcish war party was destroyed, the remaining orcs were likely to scatter in fear. They had rallied in their greatest numbers around Orodrunn, and Hidroroth before him.

"We cannot allow anyone to fall prisoner to them," she began, "If we discover that anyone has been taken by the raiding party, our top priority becomes their rescue."

You didn't need to be some kind of expert to know what orcs tended to do to prisoners.

Lyrie, meanwhile, was already on edge. She hadn't expected to be called to serve so quickly, but she was now one of the healers set to accompany the knights on this latest mission. Her horse was graceful, and while most horses used by the Iron Rose Knights were swift hers seemed to be of a faster sort. After all, healers were not as capable of defending themselves. But Lyrie's chief concern was in ensuring that she would be of any use at all. She had to try her hardest...

The small girl jumped when Klaus suddenly approached her, and nervously backed away.

How was it that she looked like her cousin? Certainly, they were both blonde, but surely Fanilly was prettier and more impressive and all around just better...

Regardless, it was not much longer before the Iron Rose Knights departed.

The trip to Brennan would be relatively swift, and they absolutely had to make it there as quickly as possible.




It was late evening when they reached the town of Brennan. Given its name, it was perhaps obvious that the settlement would be close to the Brennan forest, just outside the expansive wilderness. But the nearly-vanished sun served only to highlight just what they would be facing. It was not a vast army, but the torchlight from the orc raiding party camped outside of the sealed gates of the town was a sight to behold. Fanilly could discern, even from this distance and in this dim lighting, the lumbering forms of trolls slamming into the walls of Brennan in a bid to knock them down.

The young Knight-Captain had to do her best to quickly concoct a plan before those walls gave way. She couldn't allow the surprising size of the orc raiders' force to stun her into inaction.

"Archers, magi," she began, looking back over her shoulder. There were not many whose focus was the arcane among the Iron Roses, but those among them would know when they were being addressed, "Stay at range. Focus your attacks on the raiders closest to the walls, bring down the trolls if you can."

With that, she began splitting the knights, advancing on her mare.

"To all others: You are with me. Will shall make a charge into the rear of the enemy forces, while they are focused on attempting to bring down the walls!"

It was around now that she was beginning to get a better estimation of the number of orcs they were facing. While it could not be called an army, it was undeniable that this force outnumbered the knights, though not by an extreme number. But a surprise attack at range from their archers and magi, and then a cavalry charge to the rear of their raiding party...

The wouldn't be prepared, and perhaps the raiding party would be forced to flee!

The smallish, blonde knight guided her division of knights down the ridge

In a matter of moments...

Fanilly's blade flashed as it left its scabbard.

"Iron Roses, charge!"

The rear of the orc raiding party was unprotected, unprepared for a cavalry charge by armored knights. The thunder of hooves certain gave away their presence, but too late for the orcs at the back. Their armor was crude, black and angular, made of cheap steel. What could be seen of their bodies was varying shades of green or grey. Fanilly's mare bowled one orc over and trampled it, and while she couldn't be sure if it perished, she knew another had taken the blade of her sword across its chest.

They had to kill as many as they could before any kind of retaliation could be mounted, or the trolls could be pulled from the walls to counterattack!
  • Name: Lyrie Cossette
  • Age: 13
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Appearance: "I don't know if I'm good enough yet... but I'll try!"
  • Personality: An earnest, albeit somewhat shy girl, Lyrie is determined to do everything she can to help others. However, this is tempered by a serious lack of confidence. Lyrie doesn't believe that she is a sufficient healer, and that she needs to work hard to become one. As a result, she has a tendency to seriously push herself, practicing late into the night regardless of how much sleep she's gotten. After a night like that, it's likely to see Lyrie in something of a fog from the lack of sleep. She is somewhat nervous around others, and though she tries to be friendly she has a skittish personality that often leads to her retreat from social situations. Regardless of her lack of confidence in herself, Lyrie believes she has to try and help others, even if she feels like she can't manage it by herself. She doesn't think she's adequate, but thinks that she has to try something if she's around. While she's not confident in herself at all, she still firmly believes that if she works hard she will become a better healer. She just doesn't believe she's ready yet.
  • Brief Backstory: Lyrie is Fanilly's cousin on her father's side, daughter to her aunt. Boasting a quite decent magical potential, promising to be a proficient mage, her childhood desires lead to her entering training to become a healer. She has excelled in the academic area of her training, but has shown a severe lack of confidence in application. As a result, after an agreement with the Iron Roses under Captain Fanilly Danbalion, it was decided that she would become attached to the Order in order to practice her healing craft and gain more confidence in execution.
  • Equipment: Lyrie carries her magical catalyst in the form of a long wooden staff, hooked at the tip. She wears robes signalling her profession and also carries many minor ingredients, magical and mundane, for the purpose of healing.
  • Skills: Lyrie has a wide-ranging education in the matter of healing. This includes a variety of mundane methods of healing but is primarily of a magical bent. As of now, Lyrie is capable of mending numerous injuries via spells, from minor cuts and scraps to even limbs that have been nearly severed. Theoretically she is also able to reattach limbs, but she needs a great deal of assistance in order to do so, the limb must be fixed in place properly and it takes time for her to successfully carry out a proper healing of a severed limb. She also lacks confidence in doing so. Broken bones are easier for her to tend to, however.
Mordred


For a few moments, the blonde knight simply seethed with rage. Why had her temporary Master stopped her from killing the bound moth man? He clearly didn't care who he destroyed in the process of attempting to become powerful. He obviously was willing to murder completely innocent people for the sake of becoming strong. No matter what else Mordred felt, she was a knight and a knight did not do such things. Nor did she allow them. However, Evangeline seemed to think that they might need him for something. What, she had no clue. The whole situation pissed her off. She'd been looking forward to splitting his head with a single swipe from Clarent ever since they'd started fighting. But now it looked like they had to let him off the hook for now.

This was nothing compared to what happened next, though.

The moment the son of a bitch stopped speaking, Mordred's had snapped out, her gauntlet-clad fist slamming into the moth man's face with the resounding crash of metal on flesh. She quickly moved her hand down to snatch the front of clothing and pull him forward and down slightly, leaning in until they were face-to-face.

"If you even mention my Father again," she said, her voice practically a snarl, "Nothing in this world or the next is gonna be able to stop me from killing you!"

The girl's entire body was shaking slightly from anger. Perhaps it could be said that, although she'd never admit it, her anger towards her Father had lessened in its severity since her second summoning. But this bastard daring to mention Father, daring to say she'd kill innocent people for that cause, daring to even talk about Father...

No matter what her temporary Master said or did next, if he insisted on talking about Father again after this she would make sure no-one would ever recognize the body.

@Raineh Daze@Rin@Dezuel@KoL




Vita


Eisen's head bit into the dirt, the pointed burying itself in the earth. But this wasn't enough to stop Vita. Just missing wouldn't stop her. If anything it only made her angrier. As if in response to her anger, Eisen's head once more swelled, the spiked tip vanishing as it simply became gigantic. It wasn't hard for something to be larger then the redheaded girl's diminutive frame, but the fact that was was now wielding a hammer easily bigger then her certainly said something.

"Giganthammer!" declared the armed device, as Vita rent a tear through the ground with a shout of fury. She didn't know what he was doing. Some kind of ranged attack? She didn't care. She'd smash right through it. Raising Eisen like a battering ram, using its enormous head, the tiny, enraged mage rocketed forward. Eisen shattered gems as it crashed through them, but all that was on Vita's mind was how she was going to make this guy pay for destroying her hat.

@PKMNB0Y@KoL@Dezuel
  • Name: Ima Isso
  • Appearance: "Wh-what were you thinking?! Jeez..." She is about 144 cm/4'9.
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Demon
  • Age: 18
  • Personality: Ima is a tempermental and irritable girl. She is deeply intolerant of others behaving foolishly, quick to admonish them(and even attempt to dispense her thoughts on just how foolish they were being). She does not shy away from insults, giving them out freely to anyone she thinks is deserving of them, and in general she can be considered rather surly. In spite of this, her attitude is usually only shown when someone is being(at least in her mind) stupid. Ima is also a very serious and studious girl, prone to studying a great deal and taking any duties she is assigned completely seriously. She has a great deal of pride in herself, her studies, and her skills, and part of her irritable nature is born from her belief that no-one should allow themselves to fall to a low standard and should always strive for their highest, as she does. In spite of her irritable nature, there are some people she gets along with quite well. However, there are others who she will unhesitatingly barrage with insults and complaints. While she may put up a strong front, Ima is prone to becoming flustered very easily, and when a situation becomes even remotely embarrassing she is liable to become a blushing, stuttering mess.
  • Abilities: Ima has a high degree of magical capability, though not incredibly impressive. She uses this to make up for her physical frailty. She is physical fragile, lacking in strength and durability, but she utilizes magic in order to reinforce her physical capabilities to the extent that she is capable of denting steel with her punches and resisting damage more effectively. She is also capable of summoning her armor and sword, as well as a set of magical construct swords. These blades are sharp, and dangerous, but break easily and are most useful as projectiles. She can generate five at a time to follow behind her, ready to be launched at any targets at a moment's notice. Ima's speed is also enhanced via magic, allowing her to more easily keep up with targets that are much more naturally physically capable.
  • Equipment: Ima has a set of strong armor she is capable of summoning magically. It resembles something of a very fancy, armored dress. She wields a longsword known as Dragonsbreath, which is capable of channeling mana around its blade or in beams. It is also naturally quite sharp and made of high quality materials.
  • History: Ima was born to a family known for its martial prowess. However, she was born small and fragile, unlike the rest of her family. She never grew very much, and as a result seemed to have a dim future in terms of combat ability. However, she promptly decided to research just what ways she could utilize magic to attempt to make up for her physical weakness. As her family was also renowned for a studious nature, Ima had many volumes on magic at her disposal, and eventually was able to teach herself how to enhance her capabilities via magic. Now able to close the gap between herself and other combatants, Ima studied various other spells, allowing her to summon her armor and sword, as well as magically constructed swords.
  • Other: N/A
Vita


It looked like the strange man had been incapacitated. If he was the perpetrator, this was going to be the end of it, in that case. Vita could get back to Hayate... She had to contact Nanoha first and tell her what had happened, since the mage had also been taken to wherever it is this was. But before she could, it seemed as if the white-clad girl had the same thought.

"I'm fine!" she began. She'd been just about to ask the same question of Nanoha, but to be honest she was a little indignant at being asked herself. Of course she was okay! "I'm just ticked off. I have no idea what's going on, but I think that I might have taken out one of the people behind it. There's some other mages here too."

The little redheaded girl let out a huff. Some other guy had shown up and started talking about the army or something. Earth's military? Why would they be getting involved here? In spite of her irritation, when she spoke to Nanoha again the concern in her voice became more clear.

"Did you have any trouble? Could you tell what happened? You're not hurt either, right?"

The moment that she finished speaking, something, some kind of fluid, was flung at her from the man she'd assumed was unconscious, striking her in the head. While the protection of her Knight's Armor deflected most of it, some of it got through---

It didn't touch her. But her hat fell softly from her head, sizzling as the acid ate away at it, burning through it.

Vita's eyes drifted down towards it, and for a scant few moments she watched it burn away. Hayate had made it for her... Hayate had...

When the redheaded girl's gaze returned to the man, her expression had become one of fury, rage burning away in her chest. He'd destroyed her hat! He'd destroyed the gift Hayate had granted her!

Eisen was swung out at to the side, the head returned to its normal size. A sharp spike erupted from the tip, as a rocket booster emerged from the rear of the mallet's head.

"Rakatenhammer!" declared the armed device.

Vita let out a scream of rage as the rocket flared to life, sending her entire body in a single rotation before her spike-tipped hammer was swung squarely down at the perpetrator!

@Dezuel@KoL@PKMNB0Y




Konpaku Youmu


It seemed as if her arrival had triggered something. Moments after Youmu had sliced the first of the men's weapons apart, they began firing. The other men she'd seen behind her had begun firing, too. The white-haired girl spun, blades flashing as she deflected each shot that came her way, some bullets simply sent off-course while others were sliced in half. The men seemed to be shocked and confused, trying to fire on the other shooters as well as the small katana-wielding girl. Darting in swiftly towards a particularly large man, Youmu ducked under his next shot before driving Hakuroken's hilt upwards and into his chin. Did she knock a tooth out? It looked like she had, watching as the muscular man collapsed onto his back with a groan...

The other men were fleeing, now. Some kind of vehicle, a car as she recalled, had pulled up and they'd piled in to escape the firefight. It only took a moment for Youmu to decide to pursue. What if they attacked her again, or went after anyone else? While her priority was returning to Yuyuko-sama, she couldn't ignore that possibility.

She broke into a sprint in pursuit of the van, steadily catching up to it as she went...

@TheFake@PKMNB0Y
  • Name: Ima Isso
  • Appearance: "Wh-what were you thinking?! Jeez..." She is about 144 cm/4'9.
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Demon
  • Age: 18
  • Personality: Ima is a tempermental and irritable girl. She is deeply intolerant of others behaving foolishly, quick to admonish them(and even attempt to dispense her thoughts on just how foolish they were being). She does not shy away from insults, giving them out freely to anyone she thinks is deserving of them, and in general she can be considered rather surly. In spite of this, her attitude is usually only shown when someone is being(at least in her mind) stupid. Ima is also a very serious and studious girl, prone to studying a great deal and taking any duties she is assigned completely seriously. She has a great deal of pride in herself, her studies, and her skills, and part of her irritable nature is born from her belief that no-one should allow themselves to fall to a low standard and should always strive for their highest, as she does. In spite of her irritable nature, there are some people she gets along with quite well. However, there are others who she will unhesitatingly barrage with insults and complaints. While she may put up a strong front, Ima is prone to becoming flustered very easily, and when a situation becomes even remotely embarrassing she is liable to become a blushing, stuttering mess.
  • Abilities: Ima has a high degree of magical capability, though not incredibly impressive. She uses this to make up for her physical frailty. She is physical fragile, lacking in strength and durability, but she utilizes magic in order to reinforce her physical capabilities to the extent that she is capable of denting steel with her punches and resisting damage more effectively. She is also capable of summoning her armor and sword, as well as a set of magical construct swords. These blades are sharp, and dangerous, but break easily and are most useful as projectiles. She can generate five at a time to follow behind her, ready to be launched at any targets at a moment's notice. Ima's speed is also enhanced via magic, allowing her to more easily keep up with targets that are much more naturally physically capable.
  • Equipment: Ima has a set of strong armor she is capable of summoning magically. It resembles something of a very fancy, armored dress. She wields a longsword known as Dragonsbreath, which is capable of channeling mana around its blade or in beams. It is also naturally quite sharp and made of high quality materials.
  • History: Ima was born to a family known for its martial prowess. However, she was born small and fragile, unlike the rest of her family. She never grew very much, and as a result seemed to have a dim future in terms of combat ability. However, she promptly decided to research just what ways she could utilize magic to attempt to make up for her physical weakness. As her family was also renowned for a studious nature, Ima had many volumes on magic at her disposal, and eventually was able to teach herself how to enhance her capabilities via magic. Now able to close the gap between herself and other combatants, Ima studied various other spells, allowing her to summon her armor and sword, as well as magically constructed swords.
  • Other: N/A
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