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Hiero had landed, nimbly, on his feet. Although, his body was fatigued--although, he wouldn't show it outright. Obviously in a daze, from the rushed actions of the fight, he would seemingly have the poise of one who's guard was lowered... ...Before, with a smooth, deliberate action, he raised a hoof. It was the simplest of gestures, one that could only mean one thing. A simple gesture to stop. As if he fully expected her to comply. ...Although, his hoof still wavered over the navy-blue sheath, ready to draw, should she ignore his action...

coulda sworn i made a post on your profile feed. o.O weird

oh, sorry. i messaged @Meson Bolt, informing him that its his turn to sin an oc. XD if he doesnt finish one this week, i guess it'll just skip over to the next sinner, then. sorry, and thank you for the wait. XD

He frowned. "...Pain is one thing...Damage is another. You'd be wise to keep that in mind--" his sentence was broken off, as she began to charge, the elongated sword shooting towards him. He had barely taken a step back, before the tip of the blade had wedged itself under his own sword, twisting it out of his hold, into the sky. Narrowing his gaze further, when she blindly attempted to attack again, the clean miss almost leaving her wide open... Disarmed, he wasn't sure how to react, to Ironblade's attacks, now. There was that magic, but the magic only worked once he had a weapon to channel it through. His own magic, while refined to a point of the highest magi, remained effective only when he was against enemies of the animalistic variety. ...Then again...Ironblade was a rather...Reckless, but powerful, foe. Perhaps spells commonly used to dispatch manticores, and the like, would work snugly with Iron's character. His hoof itched towards the other, sheathed blade...But hesitated. He still didn't need it. After all, he knew how to deal with an attack like this. Ducking, and then leaping, as her blade sideways connected with the earth, Ironblade would only see dust...Until a moving shadow, within the dust-cloud, began to sprint towards her... ...Running atop the conjured sword, his horn beginning to glow with a golden light. A small, knowing smile stretched over his face...Whatever spell he was getting ready to use, would surely be unleashed, once he had traveled along the entire length...

Hiero felt a confident, triumphant feeling from feeling the arm snap under his influence. Surely she wouldn't be able to fight, with one arm incapacitated--that punch was unexpected. Were all unicorns so resilient? And... Starting to let go, once her horn was dragged across his cheek, he wondered every unicorn's horn was this sharp, now. But that didn't stop him, from coating his blade in the crackling purple aura, to deflect the blast off the mountain. His eyes narrowed, at the feat of mental discipline, as she set her arm back into place. "...You're a hardy one, are you not?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her. He had taken quite some damage, throughout the fight, for such a brittle frame he had at his disposal. Visibly starting to appear winded...Tired. "Ponies usually give up, rather then going through the pain of snapping the bone back into place..." He pondered drawing Selene, for a moment. And then decided against it. After all, this was still just a match in an Arena. Nothing is on the line. No need to get truly serious...This flimsy straight-sword would have to do. His horn began to glow again, at the ready for a defense, against whatever attack she was preparing... "...Would you consider me...Helping train you, after this bout, youngling?" He asked, keeping his sword at the ready. "After all, your poise is unbalanced. Your style, far too reckless. And your magic, could be improved...Your good. But you can be so much greater..."

He flinched, as the blade shot past his shoulder, grazing his skin, as he thrust. Which she dodged, rolling. He mentally noted how far conjuring spells have come, raising his sword to guard against it, as it spun to slash at him. He noted it's power...Impressed, to say the least, with her abilities thus far. She was quick to react, and quicker still to cover up her mistakes. His watchful eyes followed her, as she rolled, moving to lunge towards him, no doubt preparing another of those conjured sword spells...Hiero readied his blade, to guard against a faint pop that he would hear, when the sword would be conjured...Before blinking, as her horn stopped glowing, a hoof moving to punch his nose. He furrowed his brow. Such a simple tactic, did she think that slow and ancient as he was, a feint so plain would work on him? He sidestepped swiftly, his sword dropped in the dirt, aiming to catch the arm that was being thrown at him...Aiming to twist it, into his grip, behind her back. If he were to succeed, in this move, she would be in a position, that the slightest pressure would dislocate her arm...

Redear scoffed. "Silverstar, you do realize, that normally...It's the medicine cat, that goes to the moon-pool, while the leader stays behind, to care for the camp? And that even if you do leave, it's not up to the medicine cat to look after the clan--the deputy takes control, until you return?" "...Not to mention, Starclan isn't just some group you can contact when you feel like it. There's a reason we medicine cats only visit every half-moon."

Hiero's attack missed, as he noticed her duck underneath, twisting to expose his ribs, in which she bucked at...But curiously enough, the hoof that wasn't holding his blade poised to block against the attack. Although it still hurt him, arms not being made for guarding, it still defended his ribs--which were even more frail then his arm was. In his blade's reflection, he noted the sword coming to slice at his opposite side, and once again, just like before, his horn--and eye--flashed with the same violently purple glow... "...You're going to have to try a little harder then that..." As as if guided by an otherworldly spirit, with the strength and swiftness of an earth pony, or pegasus, he spun, swinging his blade, which had been coated with the magic, to grow to an almost absurd size, to produce a weak--but still very effective--shockwave around his body. Aiming to deflect any further attacks, while to upset Ironblade's footing, mainly. Far too weak to do any real damage...It felt more like a wave of water, traveling in the air. ...Although, it didn't stop Hiero from lunging once more, after the shockwave passed through the arena, aiming to thrust the blade, directly at Iron's shoulder...

Hiero raised the mundane sword in front of him, sideways, as she attacked. His eyes closed...His horn beginning to flare with a purple aura. Which, seeing as beforehand, his magic signature was a deep golden, would come off as rather peculiar... "...Sad, you say...?" He asked quietly, looking at her with that same, focused gaze. Although something seemed different. Something had changed. Was it...Perhaps the beginning spark, towards a deeper sense of power? "...Well...I suppose I can make an exception, for this battle...I had originally planned on using standard magic. But since you find me so disappointing..." His horn flashed. Three pillars of magic--roughly two feet in diameter each--were conjured at an instant, around him. Spinning at such a speed, that the rock, and conjured sword both, were likely destroyed. The spell that had acted as a shield was gone as fast as it appeared, leaving the old veteran where he was standing...Only, one of his eyes had changed color, to a deep purple. "Then I suppose I must get serious." The air seemed to vibrate, and crackle, around him, as he slowly shifted his sword to his side, to suggest such a ready pose, to strike at a moment's notice. Without waiting for a reply, he began to sprint towards the mare at a speed, that compared to how he had been moving beforehand, would come off as rather startling. His blade already moving to attack horizontally, as he closed the space between the two, within mere moments...The blade itself, coating in a dark purple aura, to extend it's reach--and no doubt, it's potency to maim. The slow but steady fighter Ironblade had been dealing with thus far, was no more, replaced by a seasoned fighter who radiated a vibe that suggested a power even beyond what he was showing...And was already frightening, as he was, now.

Redear narrowed her eyes. "...I may be old, but my claws are still sharp." She remarked, upon her leader's concern of a fox. Moving, to follow her leader out from the den, but didn't follow her out of the camp--opting to retreat into her medicine cat den, and take storage of her herbs...

Hiero smiled. She seemed capable, if not a tad reckless in her fighting style. It reminded him of how Abel's father fought... He closed his eyes, briefly, as memories momentarily overtook him. On the outside, it would appear as if he had simply gotten a bout of drowsiness, fighting to keep awake...As per his usual, extremely fatigue-influenced personality. In the moment she swerved, Hiero, in his moment of self-inflicted distraction, didn't notice the feint, having moved to guard the front of his body...His attentive eyes, following her, as she moved--but his body, frail and ancient as it was--was too slow to react. The blast caught him in the side, and sent him stumbling, across the ground. It might've been because that Hiero hadn't been hit that hard, in ages, but he retreated quite a ways away from Ironblade... He caught his breath, keeping a wary eye on Ironblade, as he recovered from the attack...Clearly, he wasn't used to taking damage. After all, unicorns didn't usually do training, to toughen their body--and the fact that his was an untold amount of years old, didn't help that fact. "..." He broke out into an almost joyful expression. "...Youngling...I might have underestimated you..." The sword at his side, seemed to almost intensify, in terms of otherworldly vibes. "...You may just be a prime candidate, to inherit Selene..."

"..." Redear sighed, "you're overthinking this." She muttered, as Silverstar went through all the possible outcomes, and actions. "I'll just speak to Starclan about it, along with the Thunderclan medicine cat. That's all we can do, for now. Mention it at the Gathering, if you want." Her ear flickered, once she inquired about Featherfur. "What about him? His stomach was feeling sick, so I gave him some herbs, end of story. And if you really wanna know if I'm short on anything..." "...Get someone to fetch some honey. I could always use more of that, and it's always a good task for ruining someone's day."

Redear sat down in the leader's den, noting how Silverstar had changed her view of how the piece of prey could be interpreted. She looked rather quiet, before she spoke. But when she did, her voice dripped with venom. Her fur somewhat bristled. "...Silverstar. I have been around in this Clan, longer then most of the elders. Never once, in my entire life, has Starclan ever told any of the Clans to intentionally harm another." She pawed at the prey, turning it over to it's side, showing off the scar to the den. "...If, and heavy emphasis on if, this is a sign from Starclan, I would take it as 'prey in Thunderclan is dead'. You may be right--Thunderclan may have a hard future. And if they have a shortage of prey, they very well might steal from neighboring Clans. But that does not mean attack now." Redear looked almost spiteful, at her leader...Apparently, Silverstar suggesting an attack rustled Redear more then she'd care to admit. "I will speak with the Thunderclan medicine cat, when half-moon comes, at the Moonpool. I will speak with Starclan, to make sure that this is indeed a sign. And I will make sure that no harm comes from this. But you'd be wise, Silverstar, to know...That even if Starclan tells you to do something, first and foremost, as the leader: you make sure its for the good of the Clan. Decide, if a little prey stolen is worth pain, and potential death for your loyal warriors. Are we clear?"

"Just take it easy. Don't do anything stupid--but considering the mouse-brain you are, that's probably out of the question. Don't eat too much, and--" Redear's lecture was interrupted by the leader storming into the camp, throwing a piece of prey at her paws. "What are--" She was once again interrupted by Silverstar yowling something about a sign from Starclan, and attacking Thunderclan. She stared at Silverstar with an almost dumbfounded expression. "..." "...Silverstar, may I speak to you privately, in your den?" She asked quietly. Rye shrugged. "Hey, if blows came to blows, then I wouldn't blame ya." "And Can is still a kit--you should be able to recognize him easy enough, he acts like me. Fancies himself my little brother. He's brown, with orange, and brown spotted in his coat." "...Tell him to get back home, if you see him."

"...Tsk-tsk, friend, you should know by now making friends with large groups of cats isn't my style. I'd rather annoy them--its so much funner that way." He stretched, again, looking around the two. "Honestly, odds are, in the future, I'm gonna be trespassing a lot. Until I find Can, anyways. The little squirt is probably gonna annoy you all better then I could." "Yeah, yeah..." Redear muttered, going through a mental list of diseases in her mind, trying to pinpoint what exactly might be the matter with Featherfur. Laying, almost even drifting to sleep, before hearing him return. Her whiskers twitched in annoyance. "Feel better?" She asked bluntly, poking her head out from her den to call out to the tom.

"Am I talking, or am I lecturing? Because if this were a talk...You'd be making interesting replies. Furthering the conversation." Hiero made a ghost of a smile, making that same bounce away, readying his blade once more. "You would do well to take what this old veteran says, to heart." He raised an eyebrow as she assumed a focused stance, backing up somewhat when she looked dead at him. However. Once she sent her blade at him, the pose Hiero had assumed the last three times returned, as he readied his blade. Thrusting, with extreme accuracy, the two tips of the blades met, as Iron's began to slide across Hiero's blade's length, a horrible scraping of metal against metal being heard as he slowly--but surely--used his leverage to redirect the blade. Aiming to slightly change it's trajectory, to be sent into the trunk of the dead tree. "Youngling, when you are pitted against an opponent with such an amount of dexterity, gambling on every strike, putting everything you have into every heavy swing...Is foolish. Analyze my style. Find a flaw in my pose." He explained, still keeping that gaze of his locked on her. He had a flashback. When he was in this mare's exact shoes, being taught for the first time, in swordplay. On this very mountain. Recounting, word for word, what he was told, so long ago. "...Utilize your strengths! Conceal your weaknesses! Take note of your surroundings! And above all, don't give up, unless absolutely necessary!"

@Fractured @bronislav84 Caliber remained mostly silent, through the conversation the three were having, choosing to stare at the ceiling instead. A few additional pops were heard, as they conversed, but other then that, he didn't make a sound. Sitting up, suddenly, after Ivory was done talking. "...The healing magic here is really something else..." He muttered, starting to somewhat get the cast off him. Enlisting in the help of Sparky, to cut away some of the more durable material. Using a sword to cut himself loose would feel a bit excessive. Although...Just because he was being quiet, doesn't mean he wasn't listening. "So, lemme get this straight...You cut her tiara, and stole it, because you don't like her. And she's planning something. Something you plan to stop. Call me crazy, but going about it alone isn't the way. You're gonna get yourself killed, or worse, manipulated by her into helping her without you knowing. And causing an uproar to makes yourself known--probably shouldn't have done that. You were more likely to stop her, when she didn't know you existed, giving you an element of surprise...But hey, whatever. All I'm saying is, try an' get some help. You'll need it." He had gotten his cape, saddle, and sheath on by now. Buckling in his equipment, and settling into his usual look. And from the worn look on all the items, it was obvious he was a traveler, that was no stranger to battle. He looked over at Lektra. "Hey, does tomorrow for All-You-Can-Eat sound good? I gotta go check up on someone."

Rune stared at her, as she answered, with a half-surprised, half-bored expression. Surprised, she actually answered, and bored, being told something he already knew. "...Eh, gotta give you credit, couldn't have worded it better myself." He shrugged, looking around the garden for a moment longer, as his book glowed with a brighter intensity. As if it were itching to get to the action. "But still, I must admit...I'm curious to see how an ascended alicorn fights...Cadence hasn't fought at all, I don't think, and I missed your last few matches. This'll be a nice...Experiment..." He had started to make some distance between the two, visibly readying for a fight. It was obvious that once he was satisfied with the space between them...No doubt the match would start. Caliber narrowed his eyes, as Raze approached him. For a moment, his eyes flickered to the sword against his bedside. "I don't really care what you've been through. Who you've killed. What's been taken from you. In Bangcolt, backstories like those are a dime-a-dozen, so stop acting so entitled. And your reasoning behind stealing..." "...Even if you're stealing from a thief, that doesn't change anything, you're still a thief. Little or big, that still puts you in their boat. The fact that it's over revenge makes me think even less of you. I don't want to introduce myself to him, and I don't want him to spend an hour, justifying his actions to me."

Caliber blinked. "...Sounds good. All-you-can-eat it is..." Turning to look at Sparky, before biting his tongue to withhold a yelp, that would've followed a sharp popping sound in his back. Spine was still healing. Imagine that. Regardless, he still managed to somewhat prop himself up, to look at Lektra prancing, and Raze...Fiddling with some shards of what looked like a crown. He replied with a snort. "You're the one who told me to 'stay away from things I don't know about, and I'd be better off in the long run.' Like hell you would've told me. And it's not like I need to be told, to know, anyways..." He studied Raze for a moment. "...I know that expression all too well. A liar. And a thief. I don't want anything to do with someone with no honor like that. Get outta here, before we get in trouble for just talking to you. Probably guards looking for you as we speak..." He had gingerly laid back down, at this point, with that annoyed frown still placed over his muzzle.

The stallion cast Raze an annoyed expression. Or, at least, tried to, with the cast covering some of his face, and muzzle. He had few things near his bedside--a sheathed straight katana, which rested against his bed, and a grey cape, draped near the foot of his bed in a rather flashy fashion. A saddle, likely containing whatever other possessions he owned, was near the sword. He spoke, with an irritated tone. "...I hate liars. You had business in this room, and you damn well know it..."

@Tacoma Rune wondered how he got here. It happened a bit too fast for his tastes, having met up with Twilight after so long, they got to talking about how they'd improved, and... Well. Now they were walking into Canterlot Garden, Rune's book, scarf, and foreleg glowing faintly white, almost invisible in the sun's glare... "...Remind me why we're so curious about each other's magic so much, that we're willing to risk pain over learning about said magic styles?" He asked, knowing full-well what the answer was, almost ignoring Twilight, as he walked to inspect the Discord stature replica. It looked just as it did, when he took a trip here, so long ago...

Caliber had been awake for half an hour, staring at the ceiling, in silence. Replaying what had happened in his mind, for the time he spent in the bed. Wondering, if he had been fighting at his fullest, instead of under the lingering gravity, would the result have been any different? He grit his teeth. This felt too much like a loss. He had her on the ropes, using nothing but his sword and wits, but fluffed up in the final stretch. Since he had gotten to Bangcolt, it had been nothing but one beatdown after another. He knew that this city was tough to make it big in, but he hadn't expected this much...Humiliation from it. He had just about drifted back to sleep, when he heard Lektra's voice. He responded in his usual tone. "I'll pay. Pick whatever place you want..." "There is no 'might as well', in battle, youngling." Hiero responded, having bounced away from her retaliation, settling back into his stance, to watch Iron intently. "If you are partially blind, then you compensate. You train your other senses. You find a way to fight, around it...And you don't hinder yourself further." "Does this make sense, youngling?" He asked, swishing his blade to his side. The sheathed blade at his side, however, had started to somewhat suck in the light around in, curiously enough. As if the mere beginning of a battle had started to excite it...Hiero paid it no mind, as he waited for Ironblade to make her next move.

Rye cocked his head, that playful smirk somewhat faltering. "Hey, you'd still got my box to live in. It's nice and comfy there. But whatever..." "...And it's sad to know that the Fuzzy-Wuzzy I knew was gone. Really. You were one of the few I could count on..." "...Fine. Eat this." She tossed a few leaves in front of him--Yarrow. "It'd be best to stay on the safe side, regardless if it was or wasn't something you ate. Eat that outside the camp. Come back when you're done." Redear had already turned her back to him at this point, moving to lay down, resuming her meditative-like activity. "Next time, maybe use your brain, about how you go about life."

Rye rolled onto his back, looking up at Slumberfur. "Well shucks..." He meowed, with that same smirk he'd been wearing for the entirety of the conversation, casting an obnoxious grin at the apprentice. "And I wouldn't worry. Can's been learning from me, he knows a few tricks..." (which roughly amounts to booping a cat on the nose and sprinting away) "...So! You're a big scary warrior, with a...Smaller, not-so-scary kit, huh? Sounds bothersome, truly. Why don't you come back to Twolegplace?" Redear huffed. "I remember you waking me up, and bugging me for some herbs, over a bellyache." She replied tartly, looking at him with a sour expression. "...You mean to tell me you don't feel better? Well, that could be bothersome..." She muttered, having gone back to her stores, shifting through a few leaves. "Have you eaten anything you shouldn't, lately? And have you been making dirt often?"