open Bangcolt Arena! (Fighting/Sol) -RP-

[Jack Baker 698]

Carnelian's charge ground to a halt as she barely had time to register this sudden change in tactics.  Bringing her rapier into a vertical block, she only succeeded in deflecting it off to the side, where it sliced a deep gash.  Once more, she screamed in agony, the wound quickly closing up.

 

"Bastard!" she bellowed, resuming her charge.  She was going to make him pay for every liter of blood she had wasted trying to put him down.

"Mada, mada dane! (Not good enough, not good enough!)" Raze said, mocking her in Neighponese. "What's the matter? Patience running thin? Stress getting to you? Pathetic... you're no fighter; just an idiot waving around a pointy stick!"

 

He remained stock still, katana out in front of him, waiting for her to approach him.

 

((I am not a weeb, I swear))

[Hazard Time 1,127]

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"Shut up!" Carnelian yelled, swinging her rapier once, only for it to miss Raze entirely.  "Do you have any idea who I am!  My blood goes all the way back to the Twinkle-Eyed nobility!  I have power that you can only dream of!  I am Baroness Carnelian Clout of House Koroundio, and this ends here, you pathetic, odious insect!"

 

Winding back her leg, she drove forward with one final stab aimed at his heart.  This would end right here, right now.

[Jack Baker 698]

@Hazard Time

Raze scoffed as he heard her words. He dodged to the side, but too late; the rapier still managed to pierce through part of his chest. He coughed a little, and blood came out of his mouth. Regardless, he gave the baroness a smug grin.

 

"...Who cares about that shit?" he said, gripping her rapier hoof intensely, not letting go. "Here's a lesson for ya: you may act all high and mighty, but lose and you're just a loser."

 

He brought his katana up and thrusted it towards her own chest, intending to stab her.

[Hazard Time 1,127]

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Carnelian's rapier sank into Raze's chest, and for a moment Carnelian couldn't believe.  She did it!  She actually did it!  Her enemy was vanquished, and she was the victor!  Justice had prevailed, and she laughed at her triumph.

 

"I thought you were good at dodging," she taunted, twisting the blade inside of him.  "Now...come on, dear.  Just give up and die for me.  The memory of the light leaving your eyes is going to give me so much pleasure later."

 

However, the baroness' sadistic smile was cut short as Raze gripped her hoof.  "Unhand me!" she yelled.  "Let me go!  GET YOUR FILTHY, MUDDY HOOVES OFF OF M-"

 

And then a stiff cold pierced her chest.  The air left her lungs, the pain unlike anything she had ever felt in her life.  The only sound to leave her mouth was a dry croak as the rapier began to coagulate and disintegrate off her leg.

Edited July 7, 2016 by Hazard Time

[Jack Baker 698]

@Hazard Time

Raze looked at the fallen baroness. The aura around his katana faded, and he flicked the blood off of it, and sheathed it.

 

"Like I said... lose and you're just a loser." He looked at the wound. It was... deep, to say the least. The rapier had melted into nothing but a puddle of blood.

 

"Heh... so much for your 'power', huh? Demon slave scum... greedy by heart, and you sold your soul to evil..." Suddenly, the memories began to flash back. All the reasons why he hated her so much in the first place. Suddenly, he smiled. He grabbed her by the hind hoof, and began to drag her off the roof.

 

"Oh yeah, we're not done yet..." he said, clutching his wound. "Just you wait... You'll get what's coming to you." He dragged her to the edge of the roof, and heaved her body upside down over the edge, still holding on to her hind hoof.

 

"C'mon!!" he yelled, shaking her by her limb. "Wake the fuck up! You scum!!!"

[Hazard Time 1,127]

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As soon as the katana was retracted from her chest, Carnelian fell forward, blood pooling around her.  No, she couldn't die!  Not like this!  She was a baroness!  She couldn't die like some petty worthless rat!

 

However, that's what it seemed.  Hanging off the edge of the building, her life began to flash before her slowly hooding eyes.  She felt so tired, and it was more than likely that Raze had plans to desecrate her body afterwards.  Whatever may come, the world was growing darker and darker.

 

Well, her daughter's wish came true.

[PonyOfWar 126]

@@Tacoma,

 

 

War stood guard outside the door for a few minutes; he could hear mummers of sound from inside, enough that he knew Luna had indeed awoken and a Stallions voice that could only belong to that blue Pegasus. Nothing so far had sounded out of the ordinary so he hadn’t reentered the room. It seemed that neither Luna nor blue had noticed when he had entered. He couldn’t help but feel relieved at that, after all, he was a strange pony dressed clad in blackened armor busting into a Princesses room. It might have looked like he was the assassin, curse his desire to help, it could have gotten him killed. But that hadn’t been the case and he was grateful.

 

Thus far no guards had come by but he was starting to stop worrying about them if there was a problem Luna would probably have indicated that. He decided to lean in closer see if he could make out any words. As he got closer nothing became clear so he tried even more until his ear was pressed against the door. He could hear Luna addressing blue. Based on what she had said he learned that blue was actually called Night Tracer and by the sounds of it they had some sort of prior relationship.

 

Then Night Tracer spoke and sounded upset, his words were sad and pleading. War felt his muzzle get hot with embarrassment. This was a very private moment he was listening in on, the situation finally starting to click in his head as he blushed and his ears twisted in embarrassment. The Princesses was obviously not in trouble, it just sounded like they might have had a thing once that and taken an unexpected turn. War found it strange to imagine a pair like them, they didn’t look like a good match and maybe he just had trouble seeing the Alicorn’s with any pony as if regular ponies were not really worthy of them. Of course, he had heard one of the Alicorn’s had married a normal Unicorn but the thought seemed dangerous. She was always going to outlive him and it would be better, in Wars mind, not to let a pony you love to experience that sort of pain.

 

He face hoofed, listing to his own thoughts he couldn’t believe he was becoming so wrapped up in some romance he knew nothing about like some love struck mare reading a novel. Well, he believed that’s what he was listening to; he would hate to misinterpret this into something it wasn’t. That would be dangerous with royalty involved.

 

A servant walked down the hallway then and War quickly turned from the door trying to look serious and took on a guard like position. The unicorn servant stopped and looked him up and down then peered behind him at the room. “What are you doing in front of the princesses chambers, she is asleep and not to be disturbed.”

 

War wasn’t a liar so he wouldn’t make up some crap about being some special guard or any of that. No, he would tell her the truth but only part of it, only what would be beneficial for her to hear. “I assure you miss she will not be disturbed, that is why I’m here to guard her in order to make sure no pony harms her.” While he wasn’t a guard it was true he had placed himself here to aid her and guard her if something actually did happen.

 

The unicorn paused for another moment like she wasn’t too convinced then looked at his armor before saying “Okay” in a not so sure voice and trotted along. War breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to the door. He probably should have gone on and left these two to their business but now he was curious and just had to know the story. He needed to be watchful for more guards and promised himself that after he got what he wanted he would leave them alone, but right now his soaps were on.

Edited July 7, 2016 by PonyOfWar

[Jack Baker 698]

@Hazard Time

Raze's frustration wasn't getting him nowhere. No... he needed to calm down. This wasn't the way to do things; he'd only bury himself deeper in the hole. In the eyes of the public, she'd go down as a murder victim, and he, wanted even further for committing the murder. He sighed, then heaved her back onto the roof. He kicked her in the stomach as hard as he could, to relieve some of the anger. Then again. And another time. Afterwards, he reached into his saddlebags, and brought out a couple zip-ties, which he used to restrain both of her hooves. He then brought out a couple of rag cloth and one used it to gag her mouth, and the other to blindfold her. He dragged her across the floor and descended the roof, making sure her body hit the stairs as hard as possible, at one point kicking her down one set of stairs. Once they were both out of the building, he hoisted her on his back, and ran out, sticking to the shadows. A minute later, he found what appeared to be an old abandoned apartment complex, which he entered. He found a room with the door wide open, and entered inside, slamming her on the floor like a heavy sack.

[Fractured 2,684]

@Denim&Venom

"Winners are determined by knock-out, or by reasonable incapacitation. Fights to the death are not allowed, and anyone who is found using lethal methods in order to do will forfeit the match automatically." She responded quickly, from experience based on months of doling out this information. "The princesses and other such prestigious and powerful ponies will be on standby, to make sure that the rules are being upheld." She looked back at the mare as she finished. "Is there anything else?"

 

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"...I should've known something was up when I saw all of the activity on the rooftops. Blood mist isn't something that's exactly normal, after all." The voice came from the opposite end of the room as Raze, feminine in tone. It paused. "...I'm just surprised that nopony else did anything, seeing you attempt to murder an innocent mare on the streets. I guess it's just par for the course. But still... it makes sad inside. Things sure have changed since I was gone."

 

The voice paused again. "...But that's aside the point. What is important is that that mare needs to go to the hospital, and you're going to let her go. Whatever happens to you, happens; that's my only favor to you. Somepony like you should be in prison." The padding of steps could be heard as the pony walked out of the darkness...

 

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@Tacoma

"...Those must be earned, Night Tracer." The look she gave him was as expressionless as it had been before. "Though, I will say that your presence here is not unwelcome, nor was your absence passed over." She stepped away from Night Tracer, and turned to face him. "But before anything, we must attend business. And I distinctly remembering you mentioning a Nightmare..."

[P-Jay 1,987]

@@P-Jay,

 

Iron's eye widened as Hiero ran along her sword. Quickly, without wasting time on thought, she let go of the tight control she had on the magic, breaking the bonds that held it in the shape of a sword. She prepared herself mentally.

 

The sword exploded in a blast of pure energy, a flare of light and heat that singed the fur on Hiero's barrel and flung him backwards, though not very far. It blew Iron back, too, though she turned the motion into a roll. Her horn trailed streamers of light and a trail of sparks that followed her movement as she got her power under control. Black marks marred Iron's mane and face when she stood back up, and smoke coiled from the jagged, broken tip of her horn. "I'm sure I'll be curling into a ball and swearing a lot once this is done," she rasped, "but winning comes first. Also, ow." 

 

An itch in her flank directed Ironblade's eyes upward to Hiero's still-airborne sword. A smile, almost a mirror of Hiero's, crossed her face. The red light of telekinesis surrounded the blade as it fell, though Iron allowed it to almost hit the ground before picking it up. She swung the blade back and forth before setting it between her jaws, letting her hornlight die down. She resisted the urge to rub a hoof on her forehead. She had more important things to worry about, after all, and an impending headache shouldn't have slowed her down. In fact, now that Iron thought about it, her shoulder hurt more.

 

Well, buck, she thought. With a shake of her head, she charged once again, sword in mouth, holding it out to swipe him.

 

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...

[TerminalObsession 250]

@@P-Jay,

 

Ironblade froze.

 

Two of her hooves were still lifted off of the ground, but she lowered them, slowly, giving Hiero a deliberate, narrow gaze. With steady motions, she moved to drop her sword on the ground...

 

Which, incidentally, caused her horn to point directly at Hiero.

 

With a shower of sparks, a conjured blade sailed from Iron's horn and hit Hiero in the center of the neck. When it emerged from the other side of his neck, the spell unraveled into motes of light. Iron dropped her sword and kicked it towards him, the corner of her mouth twitching.

[Not Yellow Diamond 925]

@@Fractured,

 

He frowned, disappointed, but he couldn't blame her for how she reacted. He started, yes. I always thought she was a story book tale. But she's real, Nightmare Moon." He closed his eyes to picture her. "'I am the darkness in Luna's heart brought to life. The bringer of Eternal Night. I am Nightmare Moon... and I, am tired.'" He opened his eyes, a coldness once again filling him. 

 

"Heh. A little surprised I remember that one myself. She begged me to go, threatened me, then said I threatened you, and I had no choice." Weakness controlled his tone. "She's a sad mare, or entity not quite sure which one, pretty sure just a dark cloud of somehow conscious thought, but I don't know how that even works. Maybe I should have paid better attention in the biology class I didn't have because I lived in a forest...right..." He caught himself rambling, and awkwardly eyed Luna. 

 

"Anything I can do...specifically?" 

[P-Jay 1,987]

Ironblade froze.

 

Two of her hooves were still lifted off of the ground, but she lowered them, slowly, giving Hiero a deliberate, narrow gaze. With steady motions, she moved to drop her sword on the ground...

 

Which, incidentally, caused her horn to point directly at Hiero.

 

With a shower of sparks, a conjured blade sailed from Iron's horn and hit Hiero in the center of the neck. When it emerged from the other side of his neck, the spell unraveled into motes of light. Iron dropped her sword and kicked it towards him, the corner of her mouth twitching.

 

Hiero smiled, as she started to set down his weapon. "Thank you, youngling, I was afraid for a moment, you wouldn't pause the figh--"

 

His eyes flashed, at the sparks. His hoof flew to his sheathed blade's hilt once more...

 

...

 

It was fast. Faster then one could've believed. Easily his most potent move yet, as the blade was unsheathed, revealing a blade that seemed to radiate sheer unknown power. Hiero parried the blade--be it a simple illusion to prove one's opportunity to end a fight, or a fully manifested spell intent to maim--with Selene. 

 

Curiously enough, it was less of a parry, more absorption. As Selene began to touch the outer edges of Iron's spell, it seemed to melt away, into the edge of the blade. But then again, this was for the sharpest of eyes, as the attack only flashed for a moment, before Selene was once again sheathed at his side.

 

Though if that weren't noticeable, the look in Hiero's eyes were. Purely focused, purely alert, it showcased centuries of battle experience...And the will to kill, when necessary. This look, too, went away as fast as Selene did.

 

"...Well...Iron, I was going to ask for this match to be over, before that...Attack..." He stated in a quiet voice, after the action had been done. "...Will you accept my forfeit?" 

[TerminalObsession 250]

@@P-Jay,

 

Iron tilted her head to the side, confusion written over her features, not so much from the loss of her attack, but because of his words. "Is this some kind of joke?" she rasped. "Because it's a horrible one." Even so, she felt the faintest pang of fear from the sheer ease with which he had deflected her attack.

 

If it isn't... Iron winced, considered it for a second... And relaxed ever so slightly. "Sure," she said. However, a keen eye could see the faintest shimmer of magic, still clinging to her horn. If this was a trick, she wouldn't let herself be caught off guard.

[Denim&Venöm 18,760]

@@Fractured,

"Who would I need to look for and ask in order to issue my challenges, and where would my quarters be located?" Luster asked of the desk recptionist. This would be so much easier if more ponies were e-mail enabled, instead of just getting instructions in person.

[P-Jay 1,987]

Iron tilted her head to the side, confusion written over her features, not so much from the loss of her attack, but because of his words. "Is this some kind of joke?" she rasped. "Because it's a horrible one." Even so, she felt the faintest pang of fear from the sheer ease with which he had deflected her attack.

 

If it isn't... Iron winced, considered it for a second... And relaxed ever so slightly. "Sure," she said. However, a keen eye could see the faintest shimmer of magic, still clinging to her horn. If this was a trick, she wouldn't let herself be caught off guard.

 

Hiero nodded, satisfied. Letting loose a long, drawn out sigh, bending down to pick up the blade Iron kicked over to him. "You've fought well, youngling, I've met nary a few of the same caliber..."

 

"I would've gone on, as I'm sure you know, but I was looking for a simple duel. A spar. Not a fight..." He straightened up, beginning to walk towards one side of the mountaintop. "And like I said, you have potential to be so much greater...I suggest looking for one, to nurture that fire you have. Before it goes out..."

 

He stopped at the edge. The Arena shimmered, into it's usual appearance, the howling winds dying almost immediately. He opened the door, directly in front of him.

 

"...Perhaps it'll be me, perhaps it'd be someone else. Or maybe, no-one..."

[TerminalObsession 250]

@@P-Jay,

"Mmm," Iron said, or as close as she could manage with her mangled voice. In fact, it sounded more like a harsh rumble. "Perhaps."

 

She shrugged, walking over to where her sword had reappeared near the edge of the arena. Shaky red magic flicked it back under her tattered brown cloak. "That was... fun," she said, after a moment's hesitation. "I enjoyed it. Perhaps we may spar again sometime."

 

She winced. "After I go off to get a bandage and swear a lot. Ow."

 

Rolling her shoulders as much as her sore joint would allow, she walked back to her end of the arena, where the door stood open. Without another word, she vanished into the shadows.

[Literally Snails 2,307]

@@Literally Snails,

Sederia looked at him with a dark smirk. ​"It is simple. If you can cause an impact on a small scale, then I know you'll do the same on a larger scale..." ​Her horn lit up with magic, and summoned a few fliers. ​"If you can get at least 50 ponies to read these fliers, then we'll move on."

(sorry to both of you! Work has been crazy this week and I've barely been able to reply!)

 

"F-fliers?" Snowstorm asked as he held the stack of papers to his chest. "You have to be joking!" He accused as his demeanor changed back to his more confident self. "You're looking at an elite mercenary of the Yokai Seven and you want him to pass out fliers? You know I can just click my hoof and fifty ponies will come rushing to me, right? What kind of task is this that you could have just as easilly given to a colt-scout!?"

 

Jade got a bad taste of giant hoof to her temple as she attempted her dodge, leaving her stunned for a moment with a throbbing pain in her head.

 

But, she had managed to get underneath Mni. If she was fast, she could attack him where his armour was weakest.

 

She prepared her sword and went to lunge at his underbelly, hoping it would connect and do some damage.

The sword definitely strum it's target, though the armor blocked a lot of its momentum. Her upward swinging blade imbedded in the soft clay of the armor and a small splurt of warm, purple blood shot out. Immediately after, the whole armor lit up bright white and then shattered into shares as Mni had a shocked expression on his face. The burning blade was still imbedded a few centimeters in his chest, long ways, making a horizontal cut.

 

That's when am I did something that didn't make much sense. He reached down quickly with his left front leg in that same moment that he was hit and actually pulled the back of the blade in, Imbedding it much deeper into his chest and causing a bigger spout of purple blood as he purposefully cut himself deeper. Once the blade was hooked and held close to his chest, he jumped back, taking the blade with him and leaving Jade disarmed as a long trail of purple blood trailed behind him.

 

As soon as the blade exited her hooves, it stopped glowing. Mni grabbed it by the hilt and carelessly ripped it out of his chest, causing even more of his blood to spill onto the grass as he placed the blade up to his mouth to lick his blood off the seraded edge. He did seem to be visibly effected by the amount of blood he was loosing, but now Jade was unarmed, and he seemed to be taking a sort of twisted enjoyment from the pain.

 

"Oh yeah, that's right!" He said through gritted teeth as he saw the purple puddle forming beneath him. "Oh yeah! It hurts so good!"

[Unicorncob 5,681]

The sword definitely strum it's target, though the armor blocked a lot of its momentum. Her upward swinging blade imbedded in the soft clay of the armor and a small splurt of warm, purple blood shot out. Immediately after, the whole armor lit up bright white and then shattered into shares as Mni had a shocked expression on his face. The burning blade was still imbedded a few centimeters in his chest, long ways, making a horizontal cut.

 

That's when am I did something that didn't make much sense. He reached down quickly with his left front leg in that same moment that he was hit and actually pulled the back of the blade in, Imbedding it much deeper into his chest and causing a bigger spout of purple blood as he purposefully cut himself deeper. Once the blade was hooked and held close to his chest, he jumped back, taking the blade with him and leaving Jade disarmed as a long trail of purple blood trailed behind him.

 

As soon as the blade exited her hooves, it stopped glowing. Mni grabbed it by the hilt and carelessly ripped it out of his chest, causing even more of his blood to spill onto the grass as he placed the blade up to his mouth to lick his blood off the seraded edge. He did seem to be visibly effected by the amount of blood he was loosing, but now Jade was unarmed, and he seemed to be taking a sort of twisted enjoyment from the pain.

 

"Oh yeah, that's right!" He said through gritted teeth as he saw the purple puddle forming beneath him. "Oh yeah! It hurts so good!"

 

Jade was pushed back from Mni, and felt a quick distress as she realised she had been disarmed. Her sword was still lodged in the demon's chest... but not for long.

 

He removed the blade, and began licking his purple blood off of it. A look of disgust and concern came over Jade, and she shook her head, trying to focus on the battle and not on her opponent's apparent masochism.

 

I need my sword. It's the only way I can do damage to him.

 

She broke into a sprint, weaving in a zigzag formation before leaping up and darting for her sword's hilt. If she was fast enough, she could grab it.

[Jack Baker 698]

@Hazard Time

Raze scoffed at the mysterious pony's words. Innocent, what did she know?

 

Regardless, he wasn't gonna let that get to him. He stood up, and removed the gag from the baroness's mouth. Maybe he should give her a chance to speak, see what she had to say.

 

"...Alright, start talking," he said to her. "Why are you here, and what are you planning?"

 

Suddenly, he realized: she was already unconscious from all the blood she had lost.

 

He sighed. Whatever, he'd get the truth from her... eventually. He decided to put the gag on her again, and hole up in here until she woke up.

Edited July 8, 2016 by Detective Adachi

[Fractured 2,684]

@Tacoma

"...No." Luna eyed him with a look as serious as one she'd ever given. "Now that you know the true nature of the Nightmare, there is no use in keeping further things from you. But this is something I have to face alone..." She paused, rolling over a knowing look in his direction. "And do not worry; this is not an issue which I am only claiming to be able to solve, with no understanding of how to do so. Rather, it is an issue that I have put off for far too long." The look intensified, though it didn't seem to be aimed at Night Tracer anymore. "Do not worry. The Nightmare will not bother you again."

 

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@Denim&Venom

"As I said before, within the arena's dome itself, you'll find more receptionists, just like myself. They are the ones that process all of the information concerning the arena battles." She pointed out towards the door once again. "Largest building in Bangcolt, and an enormous dome; you can't miss it. As for the quarters, they're off to the side of the dome. An apartment style complex reserved only for competitors currently fighting in the arena. And all amenities there are free of charge."

 

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"...I don't remember asking." The baroness would disappear from Raze's grip, even as the footsteps kept coming closer to him. The pony would appear moments later, the mare draped over her back protectively. She glared over at the stallion without an ounce of sympathy.

 

"...And how dare you?" Sunset Shimmer shook her head as she stared at him in disbelief. "Not just assaulting a mare, but holding her here? Until what-she bleeds to death? Just so you can satisfy a whim?" She stopped shaking her head, giving a single sigh of disgust. She turned around the baroness still balanced on her back. "The guards station is just north of here, and the princesses quarters are just west. I'm telling you, because, if you had half a heart, you'd turn yourself in, for what you've done. But until then..." She shook her head once more, and let out a long, drawn sigh. "...Enjoy your life."

[Jack Baker 698]

@Fractured

Raze quickly unholstered his revolver and quickly fired off two shots at the mysterious pony's direction, just past her head, hitting the exit door of the room.

 

"Let. Go. Of. The pony." He said it as slow and seriously as possible. "You know nothing of what just happened, so I suggest you don't stick your hooves into something you don't understand."

Edited July 8, 2016 by Detective Adachi

[Fractured 2,684]

Sunset Shimmer slowed down as the bullets came past her, coming to a stop right outside the exit. She turned her head around sideways as she did, to fix him a look harder than dragon scales, and colder than the frozen North.

 

"I. Wasn't. Asking." Her horn flared for an instant, then fell silent. Across the room, Raze's revolver would begin to glow a solid red as the heat spell took effect, then start to melt, starting with the barrel first. Finally, it would burst into flames, pieces of the molten material dripping to the floor around him.

 

"I've been personally trained by princess Celestia herself, and was top of my class at her school, for all of the years that i'd been there. Even been to the back sections of the Canterlot library to pore through the forbidden section, on more than one occasion. All of this to say, if you raise a weapon again... I won't be holding back."

[Jack Baker 698]

@Fractured

Raze remained silent, as he let his now melted gun drip around him. He drew his katana out; the blade was still perfectly pure, enough for one more Sacred Art, and he knew which one to use. He lightly tossed it and caught it, holding it backhanded. Aiming the blade at his stomach, he stabbed himself, then forced himself to remove the blade, which began to glow with a roaring white aura. The Banishing Blade. He held it in front of him, still silent.

Edited July 8, 2016 by Detective Adachi

[J.R. 3,183]

(sorry to both of you! Work has been crazy this week and I've barely been able to reply!)

 

"F-fliers?" Snowstorm asked as he held the stack of papers to his chest. "You have to be joking!" He accused as his demeanor changed back to his more confident self. "You're looking at an elite mercenary of the Yokai Seven and you want him to pass out fliers? You know I can just click my hoof and fifty ponies will come rushing to me, right? What kind of task is this that you could have just as easilly given to a colt-scout!?"

Sederia sighed, and shook her head. "See that? That right there is what I won't tolerate. So quick to assume the worst and get angry at something as trivial as little pieces of paper? No. If we're going to be working together, you need to curb that. Here and now."