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Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

While this was certainly a better position to be in when it came to her current limitations as an attacker, Aleksiya could not say she particularly cared for being picked up and carried as if she was a piece of some sort of luggage. Still, she couldn't deny this was a more advantageous position to attack from given her current power level lending her to ranged attack more then anything.

Thus, she refrained from voicing any complaints and instead focused on the task at hand.

More boring, dull undead. The most irritatingly uninteresting kind, dried out old bones that wouldn't even die in an exciting fashion. Still, it was for the sake of her comrades and herself.

And that giant skeleton, with the absent blade, made for an interesting sight as well. Just what was going on? Where was the undead paladin's weapon?

Regardless, given the advance of the skeletons, it was best to strike first and destroy as many of the undead as possible.

"I suppose I shall begin the cull, then," she commented, waving her hand. Crystalline spears of ice formed in an arc over her body, condensing whatever moisture there was in the air into razor projectiles that immediately tilted, training themselves on numerous skeletons below.

All save for one.

As she released the first seven projectiles into the skeletal horde, the eight tilted upwards, aiming at the smaller figure beside the skeleton. She wasn't confident it would hit, but if it didn't that was acceptable. Rather, she wanted to see how the giant skeleton would react.

The crystalline spear of ice was loosed, tearing through the air.

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The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Senya quietly glanced back over her shoulder when her uniform was tightened, her headband adjusted slightly. She didn't utter a single word, simply holding her case in both hands as she expressionlessly glanced back at the strict drill sergeant. She didn't have much to say, but she thought she'd put her headband on straight... had she not?

She listened quietly to the summary of the expected threats. She'd kill them. She'd kill all the demons. That was that, really. She'd shoot them and they'd blow up. She'd cut them up and they'd bleed. None of them were that one, so there was no need to do anything else.

When Katherine was shoved out, there were two immediate thoughts in the tiny dark elf's mind.

One being that she would most assuredly be fine, so there was no reason to be worried.

The other was that it was hilarious.

Her lips curled into a smile, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Heh."

Her amusement at the other maid's terrifying predicament, however, was swiftly cut short when Myrilia announced that her daughter was among the maids that had been deployed.

When she heard that, the smile swiftly faded from Senya's lips, and the small maid merely gave a firm nod and waited to be equipped with the parachute. If that was the case, then she'd made sure to bring her back. And kill every single demon in her way, too.

Wordlessly, expression still neutral, she stepped to the edge.

And then into the air.

---

One wind-whipped parachuting trip later, and Senya had landed in the designated square, near the fountain that had marked their landing site. It took some time for her to disentangle herself from the parachute, briefly appearing like some sort of comical sheet-covered phantom as she floundered with it until she freed herself, removing the straps entirely and briefly checking to make sure she still had her pack.

Cogsfell was in flames... smoke and destruction were everywhere. And she could hear all sorts of terrible noises, too.

It brought forth unpleasant memories, though the sensation didn't show on the small girl's face.

Instead, she quietly opened her case.

From it emerged an artifice of steel and steam, a smooth, gleaming shape that ended in multiple barrels. From beneath it, a long, sharp, swordlike blade extended, turning once and snapping into place beneath each of the barrels.

Senya adjusted her grip on the weapon slightly. It was almost comical, the sight of the handheld gatling gun being held by such a small girl. It was even bigger then she was.

"... I'm ready to kill."

@Rune_Alchemist

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Her blade struck true.

It had been a simple spell, all she could manage when she was keeping the Fomorian bound with two complex binding spells in a row. She could feel how weak her slender limbs had become, her legs trembling slightly beneath her.

But Fio's phantom sword had found its mark, burying itself in the beastly bandit's center back and erupting out the other side. From the angle, even at this distance, she was sure she had pierced his heart.

And now the monster fell.

She'd struck her mark.

"There."

The crystal-like blade of magical energy dissipated, and Fio fell to her knees, no longer having the energy to remain on her feet. She'd protected the knights, and delivered the final blow that slew their enemy. She'd been perfectly confident in the outcome, but it was still a relief to actually see the monstrous figure fall to the ground and die. The battle was finished, and she would be able to recover from using so many complex spells in a short span of time. But there was still one more task she had to attend to before she could rest.

The binding spell keeping the Fomorian in check had to be maintained until the others arrived, and her prisoner could be tied with more permanent restraints in order to be taken back.

This was her prize. A Fomorian they could interrogate. Fio was not about to give her up.

Adjusting her hat, the petite witch sat back on her knees.

Just what had the Fomorian said to her? It was bad enough she was doing horrible experiments resulting in hideous, cursed, warped abominations. But that comment... what was that supposed to mean?

"E... excuse me? What's that s-supposed to mean?" Fio managed between gulps of air, as she fixed her purple-blue gaze on the other girl, eyes narrowed. Exactly how didn't she look like a witch?

Even if she was exhausted, she wasn't about to ignore a comment like that.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fanilly coughed as she clutched at her throat. Immediately, her spot fighting the massive figure that was Bandit King Jeremiah was taken by Sir Gerard and Sir Fionn, swiftly taking the injured brigand's attention away from her entirely. Her dagger was still in her hand... she'd not done so intentionally, but the fact the wound wasn't stopped by the blade would mean that Jeremiah was still bleeding.

He'd killed Sir Rickert... but he wouldn't take any more lives. Not today. She just had to catch her breath, she couldn't let herself fail again, she had to rise and help as swiftly as possible...!

There were bruises on her neck, but with her heart hammering and her veins burning, the petite Knight-Captain wasn't focusing on the tenderness and lingering pain.

She had to help.

To prevent another life being taken by the monstrous figure that was Jeremiah.

"So you're the fools who follow that wretched little bitch?!"

Jeremiah snarled. Even one-handed, his command of the enormous blade was impressive, twisting his wrist as he used its flat like a shield and ran it across his front to deflect the incoming blows. But as he shifted, twisting his body, metal on metal ringing out, it was clear he was struggling. Certainly, his shield-like usage of his enormous sword allowed him to defend even his leg from Sir Gerard's blow, but he was forced to take a step back, forced to take up the defensive instead of the offensive he most clearly desired.

His lack of armor didn't equip him to maintain this for long.

And certainly, he wasn't ready for Fanilly to suddenly rush in from his right side, darting around her knights and forcing him to defend with a sharp thrust towards his side, metal on metal singing once again.

She had him occupied, she had forced him to focus on her again! Could he recover fast enough to attack, or defend from the other knights...?!

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The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

The sight of the abominable experiments tearing one asunder was awful. She saw flesh scatter to the ground, organs spilling out, bone and muscle snapping and tearing until all that was left was a pile of useless, fetid meat heaped upon the ground.

But no part of it could fight anymore.

"That's where you have me mistaken, Fomorian," Fio replied, a smirk on her face as she turned back towards the dark, bound girl, "I may be in service of that apparent Queen, but I'm a witch. Not a knight."

... Not to say that she wanted to go any further. She was quiet thankful not to have to actually kill a helpless foe, even a Fomorian. Though she would have if she hadn't called off her experiments.

But she'd wanted to take a Fomorian prisoner for a while now.

Really, it was the best outcome for both of them.

With a wave of her sword, Razor Light Bind dissipated...

"Constrictor Light."

... only to be replaced immediately with an even tighter, but far less painful or potentially lethal bind of blue light, tightly securing the Fomorian's limbs to her body, binding her legs together and into a kneeling position. She would be even less capable of movement, now. Creating a set of barriers to use as steps, she made her way down towards her captive and positioned herself just behind her, to ensure she didn't try anything. Not that she could escape, anyway.

The fight with that huge bandit had changed dramatically while she was distracted. Now, he had become some bestial, monstrous abomination. Quiet similar to one of the Fomorians himself.

Keeping the Fomorian bound meant she couldn't necessarily use her biggest offensive spells, but at the same time she had to do something.

"Sura," declared Fio, thrusting her blade skywards, "A single phantom sword. Its edge hard. A great blade of light that will pierce the enemy."

The air rippled above her, and a sword of woven blue crystal-like energy emerged from the circle as it appeared, as big as Fio herself and pointed squarely at the bestial bandit.

"Kill."

And it was released, hurtling towards its target. Even if the blow didn't prove lethal, as long as it struck it would surely make an opening for her comrades.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

@VahkiDane: Co-gms think he's good too, accepted.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

• Name: Senya Fivulwyn
• Gender: Female
• Race: Dark Elf
• Photo ID: "..." I know she looks young, but looks can be deceiving. Especially since she's an elf. Believe me, you'll be able to rely on her.
• Relevant Abilities: "I can clean. I can cook too. And I can kill things." Don't believe her when she says she can cook. Trust nothing she makes, unless you want to experience suffering words cannot describe. She is excellent at cleaning though, and you can trust her ability to aim and shoot well enough to compensate for her weapon's unique properties. She's quite agile as well.
• Tell us about yourself: "..." I know she rarely shows it, but Senya is a much more compassionate and sensitive girl then she lets on. That stoic-looking pokerface is hiding a lot of feelings. If you ever hear her raise her voice, something's wrong, but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel anything otherwise. Admittedly one of her bad points is that she enjoys seeing people stumble and get in trouble a lot more then she should, I'd keep an eye out for her playing pranks on people she disagrees with. But she won't let people get hurt. Not intentionally. She might even go a little too far to protect someone, so keep an eye on her. When things are bad she stops taking care of herself properly, so watch out for that too. If you ever need to get her to do something for you, try something sweet. She'll try and hold out but the temptation will be too much.
• Work history: "..." This is going to be her first real work. But I've kept my eye on her and watched her progress, she's an excellent maid. As long as you don't let her cook. She won't show it. She might even act like it's a bother. But she wants to be here. Badly. She'll be loyal. She won't give up, even to her own detriment. So don't let her get herself killed, okay? There's someone she's looking for, after all.
• Tools you are skilled with: "She gave it to me. It can really tear things apart. Heh." You might recognize this weapon. Or at least, some might. A portable gatling gun with a bayonet that big isn't common after all. Everything's still in place, so she doesn't have any trouble wielding it even if it's as big as she is.
• Occult Knowledge: "... They won't stand a chance." She's better at it then I was. Her favorite trick is magically charging her bullets, so that they explode on contact, but she can apply it to the bayonet too so that she can cut through things even more effectively. You won't have any issues here.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

The enormous sword came down again. Fanilly's body lurched to the side. She could feel the air rushing past her, the narrow miss of the enormous hunk of steel's edge.

Sir Rickert's body, cut in half, lay just a few meters away.

Her fault.

If he'd been able to pay attention, maybe he would have evaded it.

If he hadn't been concerned about her.

But now he was dead. A noble knight in her command, dead.

"Do you know why I'm here, little girl?"

The man's booming voice came at the same time he raised his enormous sword, bringing it down.

This time, Fanilly couldn't move swiftly enough. All she could manage, just barely, was to raise her own blade in a bid to put something, anything, between her body and the enormous hunk of steel.

Her vision flashed white, pain shooting up her arms just from the impact like a bolt of lighting, and she was taken entirely off of her feet.

The small blonde gasped as she hit her back with a gasp, barely maintaining a grip on her own sword.

It was her fault.

Jeremiah advanced, raising his blade skyward, over his head.

As it came down, Fanilly ignored the protest of her limbs and rolled, the tip of the huge man's weapon slamming into the spot she had just occupied seconds earlier.

A direct hit, even if it couldn't fully pierce the dwarven-forged plate, could mean death.

"The Iron Rose Knights slaughtered my men at Gervohnnen!" snarled Jeremiah, "Butchered them, one after another! It only makes sense to return the favor, doesn't it!?"

His sword was still stained with Rickert's blood.

Fanilly could see it in the fire's glow.

Her fault.

But...

That was no reason just to fail.

This man, Jeremiah, was a monster. A hunter who preyed on the weak. Was it all for the sake of drawing them here, just so he could take this revenge for the men who died during the Red Flag Rebellion.

Fanilly didn't know. But the site of the stolen armor cladding the bodies of the bandits, of the injured farmer who had callously been used as bait, the prisoners caged, in chains...

"... E... Enan Ilisir."

For Justice's sake.

The old words in Talderian, spoken again and again by every Captain since Saint Elionne herself, left her lips.

"Hah, so killing my men was justice, is that it?!" Jeremiah declared with a laugh, raising his blade.

The deaths of the rebels who sought to overthrow the crown, slay the royal family, incited by Ansel Cazt. The rebels who would kill anyone in their path.

It was justice.

And there had to be justice here today, too.

For the soldiers killed. For the prisoners.

For Sir Rickert.

Fanilly tilted her blade forward, the tip of her sword pointing towards the huge, muscular man. She was no captain if she couldn't stand before him. She was no captain if she couldn't do all she could in the name of a slain knight.

In the name of justice. In the name of victory.

"Hah, very well then!"

She pushed forward, as his blade swung, missing by a hair's breadth.

His abdomen was exposed.

But she couldn't reach it. The side of Jeremiah's enormous sword struck her in the side, the blow reverberating through her sturdy plate and forcing her to the ground. The blonde knight gritted her teeth, breath hissing through them as she staggered and hit the ground, trying to roll over and bring her sword to bear immediately.

A huge hand slammed into her helmet, and she couldn't suppress a gasp as it was wrenched from her head, that same hand suddenly wrapping around her throat and hauling her into the air, gripping tightly. Her sword hit the ground below as she was lifted upwards by her neck.

No... no, she couldn't let this happen... she couldn't...!

"The ultimate humiliation for the Iron Rose Knights wouldn't be to kill you," commented Jeremiah, a fire burning in his eyes, "It would be to take its captain as a trophy. A plaything. I'll break you down. Your mind, your will. You'll be a broken doll who can only dance to my desires!"

His fist was tightening. It was getting harder to breath. Fanilly's legs kicked, her heart hammering, eyes wide as her breathing grew more strained by the second.

It was growing harder to see. Harder to move.

Then, a voice. Even now, over the din of combat, she could hear it.

Sir Gerard. Then, Sir Fionn.

"What?"

The Bandit King's eyes left her. He hadn't expected anyone to get here so quickly.

Fanilly's hand found her dagger on her hip in that split second of distraction.

In seconds it was thrust upward, embedded deeply into the flesh of left arm.

With a gasp of pained surprise, his grip loosened.

Fanilly was free.

Coughing, she hit the ground, falling to her knees as she caught her breath, air rushing back into her lungs. Her right hand reached out, snatching the hilt of her sword as she sprang back, just barely evading the edge of that massive blade. Once more.

His left hand was stuck open, the fingers twitching weakly as rivulets of blood ran down his muscular arm.

"You little bitch!" he snarled, now forced to wield his enormous sword one-handed.

She was still trying to recover her breath.

But now she wasn't alone.

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The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

It was an opportunity.

They always said no. They never let her.

Even Big Sister said no.

Sure, that one time, that guy had to be hospitalized. Sure, that other time, that lady spent the rest of the day crying and asking why the gods allowed something like this to happen.

But that didn't mean she wouldn't get it right this time.

And even if she didn't...

Well, sometimes it was funny to watch people react to her cooking. When they didn't cry or get sick, the shock and desperate questions about what they just tasted were hilarious.

But that was beside the point.

Senya was sure, this time, she'd make something everyone would love. As long as she had free, unrestricted access to the kitchen. One of the other maids, a human, had been making something that smelled delicious in there. So she had to time it right. She had to make sure she got a moment to slip in after everyone was done.

Then she could work her magic.

Then she'd make something unlike anything anyone on the ship had ever experienced.

At least, that would be one way to describe it, for good or ill(most likely ill).

Lingering near the entrance to the kitchen, Senya idly swept with her broom back and forth. She'd just watch and wait for the human maid to leave, until she had her moment.

The tiny dark elf was watching the kitchen intensely, idly shuffling back and forth in the hall and sweeping up random spots that looked like she could plausibly claim they needed cleaning, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice on the intercom.

“Vnimaniye! All maids report to the deck at once! Povtoreniye! All Maids report to the deck at once for mission briefing!”

"..."

Her plans, in that instant, were dashed.

On the other hand...

---

It was not much later when Senya appeared on the deck. She had traded her broom for an entirely different piece of equipment, currently concealed in a leather case that much resembled a piece of luggage, held in both of her small hands as she walked across the deck to join the others.

"Here."

It was all the expressionless dark elf said as she came to a halt.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

@VahkiDane: Okay, think this is all cleaned up now, going to let a co-GM take a look just in case to make sure I didn't miss anything.