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It had not been all that long ago that Griswold had returned to Nairn. A few hours ago, he had left the Royal Capital and began trekking back to the town of Hage, which was still quite a ways up north. It was not that hard to tell that he was currently still in the common realm and not yet in the forsaken realm on account of the different kinds of luxury the people still got to enjoy here. Along with the massive church and the magic knight headquarters of the Azure Deer, there were a lot of reasons to come here or at the very least use it as a location for simply passing through. When not heading out by broom, Griswold always passed through Nairn along the way to stock up on food and water for the rest of the trip, as well as some useful tools to take back to Hage.
In the past, he had brought along some new hoes for the farmers, as well as some quality shafts so they could replace broken ones whenever they had the time or need for it. To him, it was but a small gesture of good faith towards the people of the forsaken realm, who in turn really did benefit a lot from these kinds of things. Often lacking the funds to get minor stuff like farming tools and equipment and relying on the same old, broken stuff long after their expiration dates, a small gesture such as that could make a huge difference in their daily lives. As for today, he had brought the same items with him again, buying them from a local craftsman in Nairn. While he could have bought them in bulk in the royal capital, he believed the people in the common realm could use the money more than those that could afford to live in the noble realm.
Setting the bundle of hoes and shafts up against the wall behind him, Griswold sat himself down by a table on the nearest terrace. While there were several of them in Nairn due to them receiving quite a bit of money from travelers, church goers that come in from the surrounding villages and towns and generally benefiting from tourism, the Crimson Lion had taken a liking to this particular one. The owner was a nice lady who had respect for magic knights, which was to be expected from a place that was under the constant protection of an entire magic squad due to being stationed there. Even though he was no Azure Deer, it seemed the citizens did not make a whole lot of distinction between the squads as they believed that anyone that had signed up to protect the Clover Kingdom deserved the best of the best in terms of service.
Waiting by his table for the waiter to come by, he ordered a glass of milk and a leg of roasted chicken, along with whatever the chef’s special of the day was. Allowing himself to be surprised by what they would be bringing him, there was not a whole lot that could end up going wrong. After all, there were very few things he would not eat as he had learned to see the value in everything, even those types of food that he had hated as a child. Whether it were vegetables, fruits, mushrooms, potatoes or meat, he wouldn’t be doing a whole lot of complaining. Besides, he knew the people here a bit, and they would go all out in the knowledge that they were serving one of their protectors. Even if he did not want all of this extra attention, he believed that at times like these, the owner took pride in such matters, and that was not something he wanted to take away from them.
By the time he had positioned his chair against the wall so he could see the people that were moving on and around the terrace, it seemed that today was not that busy a day. Or rather, due to the timing, he knew that a lot of people would be in church for the next hour or two, leaving only those who were passing through the village, had come for sightseeing or had relatives to visit on the streets. Always the watchful one, Griswold enjoyed his glass of fresh milk while pondering on what still needed to be done back in Hage. Once he was done there, he was certain that there would be new missions waiting for him in the Crimson Lions headquarters, which meant more reward money to send back home to the Cromwell farm. Trying not to get ahead of himself, Griswold remained centered while just watching and listening to whatever happened around him, waiting for his food to arrive.
Post by Grumish Orsimar on Mar 21, 2021 14:56:02 GMT -5
The town was nice and beautiful, Crissandra thought. She had arrived after being told by her master Jorah to collect of a loan he had given who decided to skip town from the capital.Crissandra understood why hed run, but she could only laugh as she had been sent to deal with him which meant Jorah wasn’t willing to let that man live. She had made her way through the town having bathed and made herself socially acceptable. But in truth the fact she had to be in the city made her skin crawl. Animals acting like they were higher beings made her sick to her stomach. To the highly damaged and broken Crissandra, the only mortal worth calling Human was Master Jorah.
She wore her traditional battle outfit, a tight fit business vest with long matching pants, her scarlet eyes and light colored hair was beautiful in the morning light as she arrived at the mans business and made sure to put her gloves on tightly. She entered and after a while the store, which was down the street from the restaurant, suddenly exploded as Crissandra smiled, walking from the wreakage she had made. The man she was sent to collect from was now laying in the road, both legs having been destroyed by the explosion as she counted the Yuls the man had given her. He tried to beg for his life, and she only smirked before putting the money in her pocket and grabbing the mans outstretched arm. She crushed his arm in her massive paw of a hand and after stepping on his belly with enough for to crush his internal organs she picked him up by tearing his upper half from his bottom half before doing a macabre dance with the dead mans body.
She tossed it to the side and smiled as the few people who saw her scattered. They were all very lucky her Master had only sent her after the debter and not the entire town. She turned and made her way toward the meeting spot she and her Master had. “Now, Now, Now! Lets see… ill have to find some bandits for food later. None of these people here are worth the effort.”
Enjoying the sun as it tickled his skin with a warm and gentle touch, his nose picked up the scent coming from inside of the building. It wouldn’t be long now before his food would be served, and he was all there for it. Being the kind of person that could seemingly eat twice their own wait in a single session while gaining little to no weight, it was likely a result of all the training he did throughout the day, as well as walking just about everywhere instead of relying on the use of a broom for faster transportation. Sure, there were some exceptions to the rule popping up from time to time, though that was only when he really needed to get somewhere fast due to people potentially being in or around danger. Taking a few big gulps of milk to empty out his glass, a sudden explosion slammed against his eardrums from a distance.
“Son of a motherf-”
Spitting out the liquid that was still in his mouth across the table, he saw black smoke rising up from where the booming sound had come from, still seeing pieces of rubble landing here and there. Whatever the deal was, as a magic knight, it was not something Griswold could just ignore. Hopping out of his seat and wandering over to where all the ruckus had originated, he arrived just in time to see an incredibly burly person tossing half a body to the floor like a sack of potatoes. As was in the nature of humanity, those that had been in the streets at the time had all gathered around to see what all of the commotion was about. As had been the case with him, many had believed it might have been an accident that had caused it, though the sight of this person and the body that had been bisected.
And truth be told, that had been the obvious to all of this, as most would not be so stupid as to stir up this kind of a shit-storm in a town where one of the magic knight headquarters had been located. So going about murdering a person in cold blood after blowing up a building and risking innocent lives in the process was more or less a one way ticket towards being arrested or put to death on the spot. Speaking of innocent bystanders, it had not taken long for people to see the blood and the body, causing them to sprint away in any direction, as long as it took them away from the scene of the crime. Still not sure what to make of it himself as he had never really seen something like it, Griswold did his best to maintain his composure and not let his emotions get involved. At this point, emotions were a weakness.
“You… you must be at least seven different flavors of stupid if you thought it was a good idea to attack… to kill in a town that’s under the protection of a whole magic knight squad, as well as the Church. That said, I doubt you’re the kind of person that can be reasoned with, or is that just a piss-poor assumption on my part?”
Even though he imagined that his words would likely not mean a thing, it would at the very least help him figure out whether this person was capable of intellectual thought. If this person who could be anything ranging between a really tall and muscular, feminine man, or really tall and muscular, masculine woman, was able to respond to him with coherent sentences, at least that meant that he was dealing with someone who could think straight… to some degree at least. As such, he maintained a fair distance between them of roughly six to seven large steps. As a magic knight, there was no way of knowing whether someone was under the effects of a spell or if they were not in their right mind without at least making an effort towards asking. But once the asking part was over, there was no doubt in his mind that shit would hit the fan quite soon.
Post by Grumish Orsimar on Mar 25, 2021 16:03:04 GMT -5
She hadnt been expecting resistance, she figured she had chosen a good time, most of the knights would be in church or in their base, and even if they had been around it would have been in such a low number that it wouldnt have been likely that they got involved before she had already escaped. But as she had made it a few meters from the store, the voice of a man speaking to her could be heard. He asked her some heavy hitting questions, and undoubtedly was hoping her answer would be that she was controlled, or forced to do this. But after he was done talking she turned and smiled at him, a wide happy smile that showed she had no remorse for what she had done. Her scarlet eyes were dead inside besides the fire that only insanity brought to ones eyes.
“Im not the brightest girl, Ill give you that much your right on,” She said as she walked toward the man with a confidence born from either true supremecy on the battlefield, or from deep unstable insanity. Her fist burst into a flaming swirl of mana, as her mana skin activated in its full totality leaving her outlined in a red haze. ”But the truth is, you magic knights cant save anyone. All you can do is act like you can, and fight as if you could. But thats the lie you all live by. A game of make believe.” She settled into a strange stance, with her arms out to her side and her knees bent in preparedness to fight. “Come on Old man! LETS PLAY THE DRAGON AND THE KNIGHT!”
And there it was, the answer he had been hoping he would not be getting. Deep down, it would have been better to hear something along the lines of being forced into doing something bad or that she had in fact been controlled into doing it, though it makes very little difference in the end. Regardless of the outcome, a fight was going to end up happening no matter what she would have said or did. The situation had to be put to rest after all. That said, the things she said were a combination of odd and stupid at the same time, which was in itself not all that rare when he thought about it. Making a statement about how the magic knights were not capable of saving anyone and merely told themselves that things were different, he raised an eyebrow. Clearly this woman was deranged, especially if that was her reason for killing people and setting buildings on fire.
“Yeah… that’s wrong. Sure, we can’t save everyone, but I alone already saved more people than I can keep track of within a time period of roughly two weeks. So I’m not exactly sure who dropped you on the head and made you turn out this way, but people like you belong in an institution.”
Making it quite clear that he was not the kind of person to come up to with these poorly thought-out matters of morality as he barely considered himself to be a magic knight to begin with, Griswold also made it abundantly clear that there was no such thing as mutual respect between them. Rather, there was no respect between them at all as he could never forgive someone that murdered people for the hell of it. With how he was raised, he was told to respect all forms of life, which was also why he tried to not eat meat every day if he could help it. Before he came to the clover kingdom, he never ate any meat at all, which had really put his new life as a magic knight into perspective. When his golden grimoire started radiating with magical light, there was no longer anything hiding the fact that he was getting ready to go to battle. And judging by what she told him, she was ready to fight as well, or so he imagined as the statement regarding knights and dragons sounded a lot like the ravings of a mad person.
“Trust me, you’ve got things twisted up in that weird little head of yours. In this case, I’m not the knight. I’m the dragon, you lunatic...”
Though it was a joking reference that only he was likely aware of on account of dragons spitting fire, Griswold quickly moved past how no one would likely enjoy it besides himself. With that, he pointed his left hand towards the murderous woman, his thumb pointed up and his index and middle finger pointed in her direction reminiscent of a gun. In a quick burst, a small magic circle formed at the tips of his fingers before three bolts of flame were launched at her location. Before his training, he had only been capable of firing a single shot, though he had managed to push himself to increase his total salvo up to three now. Making it that much easier for him to land at least one of his shots due to their slightly wider range, they’d be able to cover their distance in little over a second.
Normally, he would not have been the first one to attack, though this was not exactly a case of “normal”. Someone had just been murdered, their home blown up and their corpse torn in two. They were well past normal, and this woman did not deserve someone going easy on her.
POWER 32 DURABILITY 0 SENSORY 10 STAMINA 30 CONTROL 20
MANA: 90 (100)
Spell Used:
Name of Spell: Firebolt Elemental Type: Fire Rank & Spell Type: Junior - Attack Creation Range & Speed: 25 meters - 10 m/s Mana Cost: 10 mp- 5 mp sustain Stats Effected: +4 to Power Applicable Perks: “Overpowered” Description: About as simple as the name suggests, it is a spell that requires Griswold to either point the palm of his hand or a finger of his choosing into a desired direction, using it as a conduit through which to unleash and direct his fire magic in the form of a small shot of flame. Capable of causing first degree burns/junior rank damage on impact, an additional bolt can be shot for every 10 control the user has.
Post by Grumish Orsimar on Mar 29, 2021 13:45:30 GMT -5
The giant woman known as crissandra could only smile at the mans words. From her crouched position she would be able to move with explosive speed in any direction she chose. Normally in a fight like this one would think their only way forward would be through the enemy. But the old man had made a bad mistake by admitting he saved lived. The magic knights always made that mistake. To be beholden to the idea of saving others meant this entire town was a weakness. She wondered how quickly she could end his foolish thinking by rampaging through the town. But the man had been right in his earlier statement. She was in Magic Knights territory after all which meant shed need to finish up before reinforments arrived. But she didn’t mind it. If she got caught she got caught. The man in front of her was interesting enough to keep her attention even if it got her in trouble.
As the mans grimoire glowed, and went about trying to cast the first spell of their battle the Dragoness couldn’t help but be intrigued. He was a Fire User just like she was, so his statement about being more the dragon made her even happier then he could have anticipated. Her smile only seemed to widen into a fully shown toothy smile s the fresh blood dripped from her arms and fingertips. She waited till the last moment and slapped her hands together in a clapping motion as her own grimoire snapped into life and exploded out in a ten meter ball of explosive fire that would cause the enemies spell to dissapear along with her own, leaving a crator under her that she dropped into with a laugh. Thankfully it wasn’t too deep given her spells strength, so she only dropped a few inches before she started to walk forward. The remains of the ground floated back down as she smiled and made her way out of the small crator and she dropped back down into the crouched position she was in.
“Come one then Dragon! Lets see which of us is tougher then!” shed happily yell before rushing toward her taarget and throwing a wild haymaker to his face as a distraction while she lashed out violently with her leg to kick him hard in the gut and hopefully send him skidding back. Regardless of if he did, she would continue her assault and throw seemingly random and ill connected blows. However her intent was to see just how skilled a Close Combat fighter the old man was.
Name of Spell: Stamp Elemental Type: Fire Rank & Spell Type: Junior Attack Creation Range & Speed: 10 meter AOE, 10 Meters/ps Mana Cost: 10/5 Stats Effected: None Applicable Perks: Elemental Oddity Explosion Description: The user stomps on the ground, or claps their hand, causing a 10 meter AOE explosion of fire that Deals Junior Damage. This Explosion is sphere shaped with it originating with the user in the middle. The spell "explodes" outward, and that force causes Knockback damage according to knockback rulings in addition to junior-level burns.
Thinking to himself as the woman defended herself by clapping her hands together and releasing a magic spell that originated from her and moved outward, it seemed that she would be quite a handful to fight in this manner. As a Crimson Lion, he had been around various mages other than himself that all utilized a form of fire magic, leading him to believe it was something that reared its head among the magic knights quite frequently. When his attack collided with that of the insane woman, the attack exploded, leaving a sizable hole in the floor while the pressure escaping from the blast caused some nearby windows to crack or burst as Griswold raised his left arm to keep the blast from knocking dirt into his eyes. At that point, he realized that there was something odd about her use of fire magic, knowing for a fact that his own spells did not have the capacity for exploding.
Knowing for a fact that there were those who possessed altered forms of magic in this world, it made him wonder as to whether this girl was one of those people. Right now, it was still far too early to tell if this was to be the case or not, though time would tell. Even though their spells had more or less nullified one another on impact, it seemed that his adversary was having quite a bit of fun here. Needless to say, this was not a shared emotion as he would have liked for it to not have happened at all. But here they were, duking it out in the street like a pair of common thugs. So when the girl yelled at him to see which of them was the tougher one, Griswold expected for another spell to get flung into his direction, which was clearly not the case. Instead, she rushed at him, closing the distance between them in very little time and coming at him with a haymaker.
Even though he was most likely not the most potent hand to hand combatant within the magic knight squads, the fact that he had been fighting larger threats than this girl in close quarters with nothing but a large dagger at the very least qualified him for such an encounter. So even if the girl seemed to be built in a more solid and burly manner than himself, that did not mean that he was any weaker than she was. After all, he spent the better part of his free time performing physical exercises, so he could absolutely throw the kind of punch that might make someone regret engaging him. Utilizing his heightened senses along with his experience as a fighter living inside the Fringe, he used his left hand that was already raised to counter the haymaker, forcing her to back up for only a fraction of a second. As he did so, he noticed that he would not be in time to block her knee as it came for his stomach.
Doing the only thing he could, he brought back his right arm a bit while changing his footing ever so slightly by maneuvering his right foot back just as her knee made contact with his stomach. Feeling the blow as it connected with him, he felt the kind of pain that would certainly leave him bruised, though his mana skin managed to dampen it to the point where he could make use of their moment of contact. With her forward momentum, and her arms up in the air because of the failed haymaker, there would be no way for her to evade him as he’d thrust his right arm back forward as it too had been building up some momentum by being brought back and bracing for impact. Aiming for her lower abdomen, Griswold aimed to strike her with full brunt of his current physical skill in an attempt at knocking her down and overcoming her own mana skin, if she had such a thing going for her.
All the while as he planned and executed what he had come up with, he did not say a word, focusing his entire being on the battle as if entranced. Right now, the only thing he cared about was making sure no one else had to die here. Luckily for him, just because he was not watching them did not mean that he was not watching over the people of the town. Knowing that as far as his heightened senses could reach, there was no longer anyone around to trigger his sight, scent or hearing, the magic knight believed that there would be no accidental hurt or anything else along the lines of collateral damage. Being more or less certain of the fact that his punch would be enough to really shift the way in which this fight would play out, he maintained his focus and kept the majority of his attention on the girl and his direct surroundings. He was not about to lose, not to a psychopath.
Post by Grumish Orsimar on Mar 29, 2021 18:20:16 GMT -5
The Vicious woman found herself reveling in the combat she found herself in. As the shock wave dissipated the smack of flesh on cloth, and cloth on flesh could be heard as the woman happily traded blows with the male. She was in awe of his simple foot work, he really was a good combatant. His fist would sail into her gut and if she wasn’t such a monsterous woman it would have surely knocked her out. If he had been wearing his gear he might have even skinned her with the blow. It held alot of strength, enough strength to rattle her insides and cause blood to shoot out of her nostrils from the pressure alone, beneath the deceptive appearance of the older man. She was proud though, because close range was were she excelled. Even as her mana skin dissapeared, she grabbed hold of the mans extended arm by the shirt near his elbow as she activated her favorite spell.
From her hand a wave of fire would wash over her enemies body unless he somehow removed her grip from his shirt, and even then the magic would simply expand out to fill a 10 cubic meter area around her in an explosive fire that caused yet another shockwave to rattle and crack the windows. From there shed back hand him across the jaw and then quickly attempted to break his knee in the same stroke of the backfist by taking her raised leg and slamming her booted foot against his left knee, the fist sending his head in the opposite direction of her kick as she transitioned the attack into a full force headbutt, showing the man with a shower of her own blood that had been sprayed from her nose and mouth as she smiled at him happily.
From there she would tighten her grip on the clothing she had grabbed and using her weight shed fallback attempting to Judo throw the man into the crater behind them before rolling back into a standing position.
“YES! This is exactly what I wanted!” shed spit a large glob of blood from her mouth as she smiled a bloody toothy grin. “Hey, hey old man! I know im probably gunna lose. But to be honest? I don’t care! Lets just keep having fun until one of us dies okay?!” what ever sanity she may have had, she was no longer holding onto it as she laughed like only a truly happy child could. It was a laugh full of life and excitement. If her opponent looked at her, hed see not the stance of a mad woman, but of a child truly having the greatest time of her life. Shed get into a new stance. One that felt foreign in appearance but was natural as breathing for the self proclaimed Dragoness.
Name of Spell: Explosive Touch Elemental Type: Fire Rank & Spell Type: Junior Attack Creation Range & Speed: Touch, 10 Meters/ps Mana Cost: 10/5 Stats Effected: None Applicable Perks: Elemental Oddity Explosion Description: The user touches their target causing a wave of fire to roll over the targets outer body like a fire wave followed by an explosion of force that deals Junior Damage. this spell follows the shape of the target its used on up to 10 meters AOE that centers on the spot where contact is made and those unfortunate enough to be within the proximity of the spell's usage will also suffer the effects of the spell. Besides the user, any target effected by this spell will be blasted away from the user using Knock back rules.
It was as he had imagined. The way in which he had gone about fighting her had left him taking a hit, though it was really nothing that he couldn’t handle. Besides, he still had plenty of focus left to maintain his mana skin for at least another attack of the same variety, though that would likely drain away the rest of his magical protection. Out of the three things he could currently do with magic, protecting himself from magical attacks to some degree was certainly one of the more useful ones. Sure, being able to throw around fire was a nice thing to do when one did not want to have to approach their target, but there was nothing quite as useful as having some passive defenses up that could dampen the blows one could not just avoid. Speaking of dampening blows, it would seem that his own strike against her gut had left her defenses shattered as she spat up some blood.
Right there, it should have become quite clear that the two of them were fighting for entirely different reasons and in entirely different styles. The woman wanted to fight because she liked fighting, as well as killing apparently, so she would most likely not have hesitated to kill him if she got the chance. This became clear the moment she tried to retaliate, grabbing him by the sleeve of his right arm, the one he had just delivered a rather decisive strike with mere moments ago. When she released a different kind of fire spell from the one she had used earlier, the fact that he was being tied down would make it hard to get away, proving just how much she was willing to kill him if she’d use a spell while standing right next to it herself. Knowing that he did not have the time, he would not even try to back away, hoping instead that his defenses would hold while preparing himself for the counter.
As soon as she unleashed her spell, he grabbed the woman by the clothes over her stomach where he had just landed his blow. This way, even if she let go of him and tried to back up, she was now just as stuck to him as he was to her. So as soon as her flames came rolling over him, he felt the searing as it tried to blow him away, but could not complete this task on account of both of them having grabbed the other in a firm lock. Once the flames enveloped him and obscured parts of him from sight, he waited for the blow to finish up as he forced his left fist forward straight away. Given how close the two were to one another, how his right arm had been occupied just like her left arm, as well as how she had just tried to burn him away in close quarters, Griswold did not think she had the overall focus to see it coming. Not with everything that was happening right in front of her, as every other person would likely have been too occupied with defending themselves from the flames.
But Griswold was himself a fire mage, one that knew quite well how destructive these spells were, as well as what their limitations were. Though it was a massive gamble, the fact that her earlier spell and his firebolt spell had more or less canceled one another out on impact, he had made a fairly educated guess to let the flames do their thing and rely on his mana skin, as well as on his trump card to seal the deal. Once his blow were to connect with the woman a second time, he was quite certain that this one would knock her away, at which point he himself would release his grip so she could do just that. Around roughly that same moment in time, flames would burst forth from the right side of his body, though not as a result of her spell, but his own. Being a fire spell that was quite effective at healing up less serious damage, which was exactly what he’d have sustained due to the fire spell singing his skin through where his mana skin had grown less dense.
At this point, his own confidence had reached a point where he believed that nothing the woman would be able to do would make a difference. Striking the way he did at such close proximity while the two had locked one another in place, all while she was placing her focus in engulfing Griswold in flames meant that she’d be open just long enough for him to make the most out of it. And even though his goal was to not kill her, the fact that she had already killed someone, might have accidentally or intentionally killed more by blowing up the store and then actively tried to kill him too made him somewhat unsympathetic to her fate. That said, if she were to survive this blow, he would not go out of his way to kill her, as that would beat the point of having a system that punished criminals and murderers. From this point on, only time would tell.
“If you wanted one of us to die so badly, how about you just bite the dust first. Also, I’m twenty-one years old, stop acting like i'm seventy.”
POWER 32 DURABILITY 0 SENSORY 10 STAMINA 30 CONTROL 20
MANA: 90 (100)
Spell Used:
Name of Spell: Cauterize Elemental Type: Fire Rank & Spell Type: Junior - Healing Range & Speed: 25 meters - 10 m/s Mana Cost: 10 mp – 5 mp sustain Stats Effected: +4 to Control Applicable Perks: "Cleanse" Description: A rather basic healing spell that uses fire magic in order to heal either his own wounds or those of someone he can touch. Capable of healing junior level wounds, it may seem painful as the wounds are covered in magical flame, though this is not the case. For every 10 control, an additional person can be healed. When used, it will attempt to cleanse the target (self or other) from a debuff or curse following the cleansing rules.
[attr="class","florencetext"] It was rare for Lydia to get actual time off from be job as a magic knight without asking for it. However it wasn't unheard of and the captain had actually given the vice captain the day off. Of course magic knights never truly got a day off as there job was to defend the kingdom. Time off for Lydia was not having to deal with all the paperwork for the squad. With her newly found free time the head of the Ravencrest family figured she'd pay a visit to some of the families that worked with and for her own family to make sure everything was going okay with them. It of course didn't take a mage of Lydia's speed to make it to Nairn and meet with the families. It was nothing out of the ordinary and Lydia would of course give them some money before leaving and heading back to the capital. [break][break] However it seemed that it wasn't quite going to work out that way as she saw smoke rising from another spot in the town. Using her own magic Lydia would make some wings and fly to the area. However she would land on a roof allowing the wings to vanish as she watched what was going on for the moment at least as another lion was already dealing with it. Lydia hadn't planned on stepping into the fight as the lion was holding his own of course if it looked like he was truly in risk of dying Lydia would end the women's life in a instant. As the fight went on it seemed that Griswold has the upper hand however he wasn't fighting to kill and the words the other women spoke made it clear she was. That made her a traitor to the kingdom as not only had she killed a citizen of clover just know she was also aiming to kill a magic knight those who were protectors of the kingdom. Lydia had at this point saw enough of the fight and even if the other lion could have won the fight the glass mage wasn't going to risk letting him use his kindness of not wanting to kill her against him. [break][break] So she would jump of the roof and appear behind the more more than likely before the two mages knew what was happening. Light Magic: Balmung As the sword of light appeared in Lydia's hand she would try and stab it into the women's chest aiming for her heart. She would find out perhaps a little to late that while Griswold didn't want to kill her the vice captain of the crimson lions wasn't as nice to traitors of the kingdom. If the attack was to land it would go completely through the other women's chest destroying her heart and killing her and would stop a few inches from the other lion.
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[attr="class","florencelabel"] sen
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[attr="class","florencelabel"] speed
[attr="class","florencetag"]240
[attr="class","florencetag"]0
[attr="class","florencetag"]160
[attr="class","florencetag"]180
[attr="class","florencetag"]150
[attr="class","florencetag"]30 m/s
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[attr="class","florencelabel"] mana skin
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[attr="class","florencelabel"] mana regen
[attr="class","florencelabel"] mana pool
[attr="class","florencetag"]archmage
[attr="class","florencetag"]archmage
[attr="class","florencetag"]70 ic // 85 ooc
[attr="class","florencetag"]495/495
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[attr="class","florencextra"]COMBAT SUMMARY
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[attr="class","florencetext2"]You can put spells and whatever here idk [break][break] Name of Spell: Balmung [break] Elemental Type: Light [break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand/Attack Creation [break] Range & Speed: 150m,95m/s [break] Mana Cost: 50|25 [break] Stats Effected: +12 power [break] Applicable Perks: Quickshot,Apex Predator,Battle Knight [break] Description: Lydia's grimoire opens up and she touches the page and as she moves her hand back as a broadsword made entirely of light starts to form. The blade of the sword looks like a normal sword but the guard form into two lion heads. The weapon is five feet long and weights ten pounds. For every fifty control Lydia has she is able to make another blade because of her light make her spell also moves an extra ten meters per second faster. [break][break]
Post by Grumish Orsimar on Apr 6, 2021 15:25:16 GMT -5
The dragoness had found herself very happy, beaten and battered, she felt happier then any other day. Something about this fight was so wonderful and amazing to the wild woman that she honestly was to distracted to even register anything beyond her opponent. She had been so distracted in fact, that even when the spell that would end her life was activated she did not feel it. She felt the blade only as it destroyed her heart and by purely existing within her body it was like she had been stabbed with a cannon ball. Crissandra felt shock at first, as suddenly the entirety of her upper right chest exploded in a bloody mess causing her arm to fall to the ground. She hadnt even felt the impact, just the resulting coldness as the magical blade lingered in her sight for a moment. As the sky suddenly flew away from her and she hit the ground, the cold touch of death finally greeted her as an old friend. She smiled weakly, and with what little power she ahd left she said thank you, before dying on the ground. Despite that she woke up in a strange place. A place devoid of color and life.
She found herself in a hell of some kind, naked and unequipt she looked around and smiled around as she realized where she was. Without even having to ask herself the question she knew where her soul was headed to as she made her way down the strange roadway she found herself on. The gates far ahead were dark and blackened, the heat and color of the world returned slowly as she approched and heard the screams of the forever damned. She wondered if shed be given the same treatment, or would she be especially tortured for her actions in the land of the living. What she had not expected however, was to be granted her own area to torture, and low and behold the man who ruined her life, her father, was under her torture watch. She smiled and made her way there as large crimson wings grew from her back. The truth of the matter in the living orld, was that now she lay dead her eyes closed and a smile on her face showing she ahd died happily and without any regrets. For whatever her reasons, crissandra had found her very best death.
When his fist connected and knocked the violent psychopath back a bit, it was only at that moment that he noticed that there was someone standing behind her. While his senses were quite well adjusted to living in the great outdoors due to spending so much time in the wilderness and preparing himself for possible attacks from wild animals, Goblins or worse, those same senses had not warned him to the sudden appearance of this figure. And maybe that was the reason, because she had seemingly just appeared behind her, coming out of thin air. No faster than he could blink did a blade of light suddenly rip through the woman, barely but intentionally missing him as the force of the strike seemed to blow her torso clean in two while causing her arm to dislodge and drop to the floor like some stage prop made out of rubber. All of it seemed unreal.
When a sudden splash of blood exploded in seemingly all directions after behind sent forward towards him due to the blade stabbing from behind and destroying the vital organ that kept things pumping, it was as if he had been forced to shower in the red liquid. By the time everything had ended, it seemed like the world had gone quiet for a moment. Due to the violence in the street, no people were around to witness the death of the psychopath that had just murdered a seemingly innocent man but a few moments ago. There were no people talking, no birds singing, all he heard was the flickering of cinders eating away at the wooden structure that remained of the building the woman had decided needed to be blown to bits. Though the biggest part of him wanted to just yell out something along the lines of vulgarity and words the church of clover would likely not appreciate, he couldn’t.
Bringing his hand to his face to wipe the blood off of it and out of his eyes so he could actually see what was going on in front of him, he looked straight ahead to see a women with light hair holding a large blade of what he could only explain as being made out of light. Due to the bloody remnants that were still in his eyes, he saw everything through a reddish haze, so he might have been wrong in assuming that this woman had pinkish hair. But the one thing he could make out was the fact that she was wearing a magic knight mantle, and one of the Crimson Lions no less. Uncertain as to who she was in that exact moment, the more his mind tried to process everything that had happened in so very little time made it hard for him to come to terms. Even though he was a magic knight, this was only the second time he had seen a human die in such a gruesome fashion, the first having taken place mere minutes ago when the one laying in front of him in pieces had torn a man in half.
“What uh…. What just happened? Did you kill her?”
Trying to do his best at keeping his composure while at the same time attempting to push things forward as well as he could, it was hard to actually talk while covered in blood and with a dead body on the floor between them. Because even if that person had been a psychopath that had murdered someone in cold blood, Griswold’s first instinct had told him that this was a person that needed help. Killing her had not once crossed his mind, at least not yet. But now that the matter had been taken out of his hands, the only thing he could do was come to terms with it and figure out why, and how things would progress from this point forward.
[attr="class","florencetext"] The attack went exactly as Lydia planned for the most part. After all most people in the kingdom couldn't keep up with Lydia's speed let alone someone of the rank that Lydia just killed. While the attack did in fact destroy the women's heart it seemed it did more than just that as half of her chest exploded and one of her arms dropped to the ground. Perhaps the women had a weak body and the force of the blow did more damage than the vice captain had thought it would. That or it was something else there was no point in thinking about it nothing would change what happened. Lydia was able to close her eyes to avoid the blood getting in them however that didn't save the blood from getting almost everywhere else. She would whip the blood from her face before opening her eyes and looking down at the body. [break][break] There was a time when Lydia would have prayed for the women. However Lydia didn't believe that the spirits were truly loving and caring gods as the church makes them out to be. She had saw to many horrible things for that to be true. People could even argue that she had done horrible things herself. So why didn't the spirits stop all of the horrible things in the world. If they were so powerful then why we're the deamons a thing. It was for reasons like this that Lydia could no longer believe in them as gods. She would then reach to her pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes' before taking one out and lighting it. [break][break] She would then take a drag off it before looking up at the other lion who spoke to her. If the vice captain had to guess Griswold was in shock or pretty close to it. Which would explain why he asked the question he did. What happened? Well I killed her and put an end to the fight and traitor of the kingdom. She was sure he had more questions to ask but before he could other magic knights would show up to the area. They would of course speak to Lydia referring to her as a vice captain. There wasn't much to be said but she would have them take the bodies away before returning her focus to Griswold.
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[attr="class","florencetag"]archmage
[attr="class","florencetag"]archmage
[attr="class","florencetag"]70 ic // 85 ooc
[attr="class","florencetag"]495/495
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[attr="class","florencextra"]COMBAT SUMMARY
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[attr="class","florencetext2"]You can put spells and whatever here idk [break][break] Name of Spell: Balmung [break] Elemental Type: Light [break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand/Attack Creation [break] Range & Speed: 150m,95m/s [break] Mana Cost: 50|25 [break] Stats Effected: +12 power [break] Applicable Perks: Quickshot,Apex Predator,Battle Knight [break] Description: Lydia's grimoire opens up and she touches the page and as she moves her hand back as a broadsword made entirely of light starts to form. The blade of the sword looks like a normal sword but the guard form into two lion heads. The weapon is five feet long and weights ten pounds. For every fifty control Lydia has she is able to make another blade because of her light make her spell also moves an extra ten meters per second faster. [break][break]
“Yeah… I can see that. Hell, I can feel that, and even taste that to some degree, and that’s not exactly something I’d recommend.”
Spitting on the ground a bunch of time to get the blood out of his mouth, he kept rubbing his eyes, blinking frantically so he could get the stuff out of the places it simply should not be. Before he could really continue talking, it seemed that there were already more magic knights swarming into the area. Figuring the Vice-captain likely had a few links here and there that allowed her to call in people on such a short notice, or that maybe the local magic knight garrison had finally caught wind of what had been happening after the explosion had occurred, he watched as they began taking the body away. Placing the severed pieces into bags, it seemed logical that they were likely going to try and identify who it was before they would burn the remains. After all, a proper cremation seemed like the least they could do for such a deranged and lost soul.
And that was more or less the reason why he had something that he wanted to say to the woman that had just finished the other off. Believing it best to wait until the other magic knights had left, the fact that they took quite a while to do so did not really do much to lighten the mood. Because the way he saw things, they should not have just killed the woman, but rather take her to jail for the things she had done. That way, they could figure out her reasoning behind it, what had brought her to bring such horrors onto others, not to mention innocent onlookers. More than that, aside from the murder, the explosion she caused might very well have caused others to lose their lives. But no matter how one might look at things, Griswold could not help but feel like she had gotten out of things easy by dying, instead of atoning for her crimes by spending several years in prison to reflect, or maybe face a death penalty after finding her reasoning insufficient.
“It’s just that… I figured as magic knights, our job was to help people. That woman was clearly a deranged psychopath, not to mention a criminal and a murderer for committing arson and murder. But shouldn’t we bring such people in? Institutionalizing them in some kind of correctional facility?”
It was an honest question, especially since he was not the kind of person that knew all of the laws of the clover country. Truth be told, he hardly knew any of the laws of the clover country, only knowing the things he felt he needed to at least be aware of if he was to do a decent job as a knight. As the person who was on the receiving end of assault and potentially an attempt at manslaughter, it was surprising how calm he was under the whole thing. The main issue that bothered him right now was whether the thing that had happened here was proper conduct, or if they should have actually gone with things the way he had pointed out. Depending on what he would be told here and now, he might need to adjust his way of viewing the world, as well as how he went about doing his job. Because if lethal force was authorized for such situations instead of trying to subdue someone, chances were that he would not have fought the woman without the intent to kill.
In fact, he had constantly gone about things in a way that would hopefully knock her out, relying on lesser spells and hand to hand combat. Even when hit at point blank range with a fire spell, he had continued going about things in a more physical manner, aiming to take her out so he could have her detained and sent off somewhere. But none of that had mattered at all, because in the end, all she had been good for was painting the pavement, meaning she would not need to take up a slot in any correctional facilities. For now, he would just remain quiet and wait for a reply from his superior, though he could really use some food and drink right about now.
[attr="class","florencetext"] Lydia would listen as Griswold said that he could see that she was dead. Honestly the vice captain never really understood why people asked questions they already knew as she felt it was a waste of time. However she was use to it as well as his comment about blood as she had unfortunately tasted blood on accident more than a few times. It was something that couldn't always be helped. As he asked his question the vice captain would take a few drags of her cigarette as she thought about how best to word her answer in a way that would make sense to normal people. After all she was a little numb to this kind of thing by now thanks to the war with diamond. That however didn't mean she took a life needlessly. Yes it's our job to help all the citizens of clover as well as defend the kingdom. [break][break] However it's not as simple as help everyone. That's nothing more than idealistic thinking as no matter how hard you try you can't help everyone. There are those who don't want to be saved there could also be the fact you are to weak to save the person in question. The vice captain would pause for a moment before speaking again. Look I know killing someone isn't great but it's our job to protect the kingdom and that means killing sometimes. We can't help people like that women. All she lived for was to fight and kill nothing else. [break][break] A correctional facility wouldn't change how she is. You could say this was a more extreme case of what we have to do as magic knights. No matter how you look at it we have to get our hands dirty so the kingdom and it's people who haven't picked our line of work can have normal lives. Don't get me wrong in most cases we don't have to kill and we shouldn't kill. Lydia would once again pause taking another drag of her cigarette. Look at it from my point of view. The women killed a man for no reason and then she attacked a magic knight and wanted to fight them until one of you died. Not to mention she was willing to blow up the town just to kill you. Why should we risk the lives of multiple people just for the chance to possibly bring her back alive in hopes of her seeing the errors of her way?
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[attr="class","florencelabel"] mana skin
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[attr="class","florencelabel"] mana regen
[attr="class","florencelabel"] mana pool
[attr="class","florencetag"]archmage
[attr="class","florencetag"]archmage
[attr="class","florencetag"]70 ic // 85 ooc
[attr="class","florencetag"]495/495
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[attr="class","florencextra"]COMBAT SUMMARY
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[attr="class","florencetext2"]You can put spells and whatever here idk [break][break] Name of Spell: Balmung [break] Elemental Type: Light [break] Rank & Spell Type: Grand/Attack Creation [break] Range & Speed: 150m,95m/s [break] Mana Cost: 50|25 [break] Stats Effected: +12 power [break] Applicable Perks: Quickshot,Apex Predator,Battle Knight [break] Description: Lydia's grimoire opens up and she touches the page and as she moves her hand back as a broadsword made entirely of light starts to form. The blade of the sword looks like a normal sword but the guard form into two lion heads. The weapon is five feet long and weights ten pounds. For every fifty control Lydia has she is able to make another blade because of her light make her spell also moves an extra ten meters per second faster. [break][break]
