IC The Gauntlet

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  1. Yajuu_Kikuishi

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    Azam’s spear was torn out of his hands, although he thought he might have made contact, and he stumbled forwards, just managing to stop himself being impaled on the cages spikes. The Dlyigimamelia’ym left Azam’s spear embedded in the crystal rod she had used to aggravate some of the rods in and around Fyn and Kaira. Azam kept his eyes on the creature as it rose into the air, as before passing through its own crystal rods like they weren’t even there. Azan figured her intention a millisecond before the rain of crystal shards began falling.

    He was going to move but he felt weakness in his legs and decided if he moved he’d fall over, so he simply crouched down and covered his head with his arms as the shards made contact. Azam felt them dig into his arms and shoulders, gritting his teeth against the pain. Luckily they weren’t too long so none of them would do any major damage.

    When the rain stopped, Azam made to return to a standing position, but as he did a wave of weakness passed through his body and he ended up on his backside. “Shit.” He muttered as he felt his strength waning. It was easy, even for him, to figure out what was wrong with him, his blood loss was finally getting to him.

    Azam figured he’d catch his breath for a bit while Kaira renewed the attack on the Dlyigimamelia’ym. While he was sat there, he started to pull out the crystal shards that had embedded themselves along his arms and shoulders. He wasn’t worried about them in general, but the thought occurred to him that the creature might be able to make them grow longer and more dangerous if he left them there. He figured he could pull out the ones on his right arm with his teeth.

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    Jo was still perched on her Crystal rod, not that she had much choice to move with all the spikes around her and the fact pulling her feet free would cause them to start bleeding pretty badly. However, her eyes were still locked on the sliver of the Dlyigimamelia’ym she could see through the crystal rods and the cage the creature had created around itself. She had a normal arrow nocked but she looked to her left quiver to see what magic arrows remained. Six of them nestled there.

    She frowned to herself, some of them might be able to help in this situation but if another, stronger, creature was waiting after they defeated it, Jo wanted to save them. Then a thought occurred to her about using a different kind of arrow without using one of her few magic ones and she grinned to herself. Which is when she saw the Dlyigimamelia’ym rise from its position and move into more open space where Jo had a better view; giving her a better opportunity to use her new idea.

    Reaching into a small pouch on the front of one of her quivers she pulled out a coil of string, one of her spare bow strings, and then pulled another arrow out. She un-nocked the first arrow and hung her bow over her shoulder as she got to work. Using the spare bow string, she tied the two arrows together just below their heads. When finished she tensed the string between the arrows and smiled.

    Nocking both of these arrows, she looked back to the creature and did a quick calculation to work out when she wanted the string taut and when she had she adjusted the angle on the arrows before raising her bow. She drew to her cheek, angling the bow to stop the arrows from moving position on the string, and when she saw Kaira leaping at the creature from below she loosed.

    Her goal was simple, if her arrows piercing the creature did little, she would chop off its head instead. The pair of arrows flew through the air, the gap widening between them as they went with, Jo’s calculations meaning the string between them will reach maximum tautness just as it reached the Dlyigimamelia’ym.
     
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    The Dlyigimamelia’ym flew higher among the crystal bars continuing to sprout spikes out of the bars on the way up to keep anyone from trying to climb up. Soon it slowed to a stop near the upper end of the room looking down to see that Kaira had been stopped by one of these spikes after she had managed to gain quite a bit of distance to reach it. Even as she attempted to swing at the Dlyigimamelia’ym, it was just out of reach. It stopped its climb once it noticed that Kaira was immobilized. For good measure, the crystal creature extended the spike further reconnecting it to another bar. If kaira was going to escape, she would near cut herself in half to do so.

    Seeing his assailant restrained the creature, despite having any facial features, expressed opportunity at another source of prey for which it could feed. Lowering itself to Kaira’s level, it slowly approached her. While it did this, Kaira had her dagger at the ready. Just before the creature opened its mouth and kaira could strike, something caught its attention and it quickly flew back from Kaira. Something about her changed that the Dlyigimamelia’ym did not care to consume. No longer interested in the pierced target, it returned to its original position above her.

    “I know you.”

    The Dlyigimamelia’ym, though famished for prey and moving sluggishly, was not unaware of Jo’s position balanced with spikes through her feet behind it. It could sense that she had arrows ready and remembering that they were not to be trifled with turned to face her just as she had loosed them. It had prepared to stop her by raising its hand. It was a second too late, but the spikes that grew through Jo’s feet doubled in length and width.

    The arrows that flew from Jo’s bow traveled unhindered reaching the Dlyigimamelia’ym’s position quickly. In a matter of seconds the bowstring passed the Dlyigimamelia’ym’s hand before it could catch it. The string hit its neck. Despite what Jo might have initially expected, the creature’s head remained attached to its body. Instead the arrows used the momentum gifted by Jo to wrap around its neck. Her arrows were not done. As the amount of string available to each arrow lessened, they seemingly picked up speed, tightening as they went. The hole that was already in the creatures neck opened and one of the edges chipped away. When the arrows came to the end of their rope, the creature’s neck was compressed greatly.

    The creature seemingly remained unaffected otherwise. It flew up to Jo, and gripped her bow with its left hand.

    “You will be my prey.”

    The creature’s mouth began to open, revealing a large amount of needle like teeth. Dangerously close to Jo’s face, the creature was about to latch down on her.

    A pop echoed throughout the chamber. It was followed by another and then the sounds of pinging glass. The bowstring that was wrapped tightly around the creatures neck loosened and slumped over its shoulders as the creatures head caved onto its own shoulders. Opening its mouth was the final push that Jo’s bowstring needed. The Dlyigimamelia’ym’s incomplete neck was not able to hold the strain, and the bowstring collapsed the parts of its neck that were still whole. The creature fell to the ground, hitting every crystalline bar on the way down. It hit the ground with a heavier than expected sound, a few meters away from where Azam was. Aqua marine liquid spilled from the huge gashes around the creature’s head pooling up next to Azam.

    As the moments passed, the crystals that surrounded the room began to lose their glow slowly at first and then all at once. Most of the crystals stood intact with their own integrity, but many others collapsed under their own weight. A moment later and the room trembled. Only slightly at first then the termers increased. The floor grew cracks that circled the center of the room, resembling a huge spider’s web. With the next quake, the floor dipped down threatening to collapsed, but it did not. The next moment, everyone still alive lay on the cold stone ground in front of a huge iron door.

    Everyone found themselves back in the room with the lake. The walls contained scenes of battle, the lake’s shallow shore dotted with fallen boulders, the giant’s chest plate lying still in front of the door. There was no evidence of the ornate door that used to be housed on the wall the blank iron door now stood. Looking up, the room above was still the giant’s chamber from the first battle the warriors partook in this strange place.

    The room was exactly the same however. In addition to the stone boulders that fell from the giant’s chamber before, the room was also littered with the remnants of crystal structures almost as if they had fallen from the room above. The bodies of the deceased floated within the lake. Any blood they spilled disappeared in the water, not only leaving their bodies clean, but the water uncontaminated as well. Those who were utterly decimated by the crystals were not among the dead adrift. One such person was Timorith. The Dlyigimamelia’ym destroyed him among the group of injured soon after it had initially appeared. What remained of him was his bow, which was washed up onto the shore collected with the weapons of other who met a similar fate.

    The warriors who remained conscious attempted to stop the bleeding from the wounds created by the crystal spears that once pierced through their bodies. Fyn was still distraught from the outcome of the battle, but was able to keep enough composure to tend to her own wounds. She fumbled her tools a little, but was otherwise able to successfully close the holes through her limbs.

    While still numerous, there were considerably less warriors around. Unlike the battle with the giant, people were less quick to socialize. Not out of spite for each other, but out of the realization that this place had them trapped and with no knowledge of why they were there or for how long it started to weigh on the minds of the many. Those who required medical attention gathered around Fyn who despite it all continued to provide medical care.

    Slowly recovering the room of silent murmurs was interrupted by a towering man, standing on top of the giant’s chest plate.

    “Kaira!” he shouted “You have committed a great sin. The ways of fire are forbidden and any who dare to use it, even in a place such as this, cannot be allowed to continue. I am sorry, but even in a world of unknown power I will have to destroy you.”
     
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    Jo couldn’t stop the cry of pain as the crystal embedded in her feet grew larger, some even sprouting out of the top of them. However, even in the throws of pain, she kept her eyes locked on her target as her arrows flew cleanly through the air. They struck as intended but her hope of cutting the creature’s head off was cut short as the bowstring simply wrapped around the neck. Jo didn’t have time to react as the Dlyigimamelia’ym flew forwards and prepared to bite down on her, holding her bow in an iron grip to prevent Jo doing anything. Jo closed her eyes and grit her teeth.

    The pop that echoed around the chamber snapped Jo’s eyes open and she watched as the creature’s head collapsed inwards. As the creature fell away from her, Jo felt the crystals lose their strength and a second later she was falling through the air before slamming into the ground; she could feel the blood oozing from the wounds on her feet. As thoughts came to mind with how to deal with the wounds, Jo blinked, and she found herself back in the room with the lake.

    “Back where we started?” she muttered to herself, mentally corrected herself when she noticed the large iron door where the other had stood the previous time and the ragged crystal structures scattered around. Jo was glad the floor hadn’t actually collapsed this time.

    With her feet in such a state, Jo wasn’t getting up any time soon, so she set about doing the best she could to stem the blood; she didn’t want to bother Fyn who was busy with her own wounds. She loosened the leather straps that held her cuirass on, and pulled the armour over her head, placing it on the ground next to her; it was light metal, and the inside was padded for comfort. Beneath the armour she wore a plain cotton-like top which she quickly stripped off. Underneath she had cloth strapping loosing covering her breasts, but she had no worries as she placed the shirt at her feet and re-fit her armour to cover herself again.

    Jo then pulled her boots off, grimacing as she aggravated her wounds somewhat, and then tore her shirt into strips. She then wrapped these strips tightly around her feet to cover the holes the crystal spikes had made before pulling her boots back on and tying the ties extra tight. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do the job for now; she planned to stay sat down until the last possible moment.

    While she had been doing this, she had heard someone shouting in the background and she looked up now to see a large figure stood on the giant’s breastplate, facing towards Kaira. Now realising the others were here, she looked around to see if Timorith was there, but she couldn’t see him; she hoped he was simply lying down exhausted somewhere.

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    Azam watched the Dlyigimamelia’ym hit the ground and as the strikingly blue blood crept towards him, he shuffled away to make sure none of it got on him. He through the creature was finally dead but he didn’t want to be taken out by the blood suddenly crystalizing or something. The slight movement of the shuffle sent another wave of light-headedness through Azam and he leant against the crystal cage for support just as it broke away, leaving Azam to fall backwards and end up lying on the floor with his intact limbs splayed away from him and the stump that had been his left hand resting on his chest.

    He made sure to keep his eyes open, he knew that closing them now would be a very dangerous thing, so he saw his sight change as the warriors appeared back in the lake room they had fell into after the battle with the giant. Azam took the opportunity to pull himself back to a sitting position and look around the room. He noticed the large iron door, and the new crystal bits lying around the room but what caught his attention was a large man standing atop the giant’s breastplate facing towards Kaira.

    The man shouted down to Kaira, declaring her a sinner and announcing he would have to destroy her. Azam snarled to himself.

    “Hey, knucklehead!” he shouted, loud enough that his voice echoed around the chamber. It was taking a lot of effort to not fall unconscious, but he hid it as he continued to shout. “I don’t know who the hell you are, I didn’t see you in the fight, but Kaira’s powers helped us defeat that monster. You should be thanking her.”
     
  4. LilithVonBoch

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    Wailing at the crystal butterfly, it quickly flew away from Kaira as it recognized her, moving to the lone archer who remained stuck on one of the spikes that sprouted out, impaling her foot in the process. Stuck in her current position, she tried to break free from the pole inside her ribs, keeping her in check. Chipping away at it with her throwing knife, with her rage still boiling inside of her, hitting harder without making a dent bigger than she had made with the first hit. Looking around with all the dead, her strange omen of people dying around her due to her actions begab sprouting as the Dlyigimamelia’ym grabbed the archer, beginning to open it's mouth to take a bite. Another unexpected repercussion happened, as the creature opened it's mouth, it's head fell off from stretching out, completely sliced by the rope the archer had used to shoot multiple arrow at it's head.

    With the baby's remains on the ground, the weight of the stress on Kaira had finally lifted, loosening her shoulders themselves while still impaled mid-air. Some crystal began to break and with Kaira's current armor, hers quickly broke in half, leaving her to fall through many other poles that broke as she made contact with them. Falling on her back, thanks to her power she hadn't lost her breath from the impact, making it a whole lot easier for her to get up, pain included. She didn't know what happened to the piece inside of her, but the wounds were slowly sealing away, leaving her to close her eyes in relief. Opening them once more, she had been moved to the previous room with the iron door, instead this time it was in crystal, representing their previous foes, or so the thought made it through Kaira's mind.

    Standing and scanning the zone, everyone was injured severly, including the doctor they had curing them, stumbling across her own tools as she took care of herself first. Still looking around, the shore had remained, but it's lake was now filled with bodies, which were oddly enough, clean with the water also unstained, leaving Kaira to think that these warriors could still be alive. Jogging to the shore of the lake, the short distance showed their wounds, with their pale bodies which was the giveaway that they had died, but some of them were missing. Looking back at the group and the bodies, the numbers did not add up to the previous battle, where were the others?

    Looking to the side, all of her weapons were laid down on the floor, excluding her throwing knives, but a few weapons were also besides hers, while further ahead, another pile of weapons rested there, but without any sheath on them, compared to Kaira's, who were back inside of them even though she remembered not sheathing anything. Putting her blades back around her waist, Kaira left her Greatsword there for now, she didn't have to transport it for now, this room was probably their safe room for all the remaining battles, how many there were. Scanning back at the group, one odd fellow attracted Kaira's attention, sitting by himself with a limb missing, his face and name quickly rose back to Kaira's mind, Azam. Starting another jogging towards Azam, Kaira was interrupted by a loud familiar shouting coming from behind her.

    ''Kaira!'' It yelled, grasping her attention to a man standing on the Giant's plate. “You have committed a great sin. The ways of fire are forbidden and any who dare to use it, even in a place such as this, cannot be allowed to continue. I am sorry, but even in a world of unknown power I will have to destroy you.” Looking down, she already had forgot about her powers within a few minutes with the flames soothing away her fears and worries, forgetting about it could be easy for anyone. The pentagram on her chest still remained, shinning bright in the same red light it first came out as with still the same body and armor parts with some spots in her hair lit like embers in red, yet burning nothing that came in contact with it. The flames inside her eyes still danced like a wild fire, as they became wide open at the sight of the her partner in war, Futoji.

    ''You... Won't even wait... Until this is done for? I won't put up a fight.'' Said Kaira, who still had the same distorted voice, coming to realize that she would remain with this until the end of her days. Turning to face her new opponent with her hand on the hilt of her nodachi, she was ready to draw in her defense, but she wouldn't dare jump him first, especially not the man she trusted her life with so many times. Sorrow filled her heart, him and her adoptive farther were the only one she never wished to face in a death match, not out of fear, but out of love for both of them. Many hated her out of her racial traits, claiming her to be a beast sent from above as she trained herself against other beasts from the nature, honing her survival and instinct with each strike and creating a specialty in endurance. Only these two men trained her, respected her and honored her presence. Her previous battles didn't erase what everyone else thought of her, only her friend, Futoji and her master and adoptive father, Satoshi, saw the great white wolf in her eyes, sensed and received the love and care she buried deep down in the sole wolf soul she had.

    ''Fyn... Azam... Sorry you have to see and hear this. '' She hoped it wouldn't taint their image of her, painting her as a vile creature that had control over itself. ''After this... I'll vow for silence... So you can forget something like... me.'' She finished with, putting her cloak's hood over her head, giving her the image of these fellows you can't trust in the dark, yet her flames still soothed and calmed all those who claimed it it's ally, making her aura a house for many.
     
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    A man towered above the rest; standing atop the breastplate like a stage. He was dressed in traditional samurai armor save for his head which held a skull of some unknown demon. At his side held by his left hand was a long sheath not unlike the oriental blades that Kaira kept at her side. He looked across the room a short ways to where Kaira had stood, his face barely making any discernible features.

    Futoji remained conservative of his power to both save it for the battles to come and to observe Kaira and her growth. It was true what the spear wielder had said of his contributions. He had not imagined that these monsters would be of such terrible power as to make Kaira even considered using the power of fire. If he had put his power into the battles sooner perhaps he might have averted the current crisis he found himself in. If he had even made himself known to his presence to Kaira, he might have prevented the current crisis.

    They were in a weird place, and he would be lying to himself if he had said that such a dangerous power of fire would not been of benefit. However he steeled himself and realized that under no circumstances should it be used. The power of fire while enticing at first would leave the user in such a state that it would be catastrophic to both her and the others. There was a reason the use of fire was prohibited. It was a disease and a calamity in the disguise of great power.

    He was saddened that one of his best pupils, one that he taught with her father in the elements, but he dare not show it. Kaira was strong. He understood why Kaira might have been tempted. But even though he knew her through much of her life, he hardened himself to his duty. He was a guardian, and one of his responsibilities was to eliminate any and all who dared to use the elemental power of fire. It need not matter who it was, even if it was Kaira.

    In a tone that was barely audible to those who stood near him, he spoke soft words, almost like an enchantment. As he did so, he pulled a long thin sheath. He slowly drew out his weapon and once it was completely bare, it appeared to be covered in dew. He continued to chant until he spoke out the last few lines louder for the rest to hear:

    “May the rain wash upon me blessing my being with the unbridled force of the sea.”

    He stepped off the breastplate and slowly walked towards Kaira. The few people who stood in his way quickly moved so that there was a path between him and Kaira. He held his sword in his right hand and left hand at his right side, the blade pointed behind him. He moved with such ease that at a moment’s notice he could strike without hesitation.

    As he closed the distance, a few of the other warriors started to speak up. IN a surprising split group, some of the warriors agreed with Futoji claiming that Kaira was too powerful considering the damage she had done to both the giant and the Dlyigimamalia’ym. Many others thought it was both stupid and unnecessary to fight each other, especially when it looked like another battle was hiding behind the iron door behind them. Fyn momentarily stopped what she was doing to process what was happening, then quickly finished wrapping the pierced arm of one of the warriors.

    Fyn stood up and made a staggered dash towards Kaira and Futoji. She stumbled part way there since the muscle in her leg was still severely damaged, but managed to intercept Futoji’s path. He stopped just as she stood her ground and raised her arms out.

    “D-Don’t. Please. We need her. She had helped s-so much in this forsaken place. She c-cares for others. I do not know about this f-fire you speak of, but if she is still willing t-to help us get through this, then why c-can’t she.”

    “I cannot. We of the guardians must quench the fire before it becomes too much. It is forbidden, and Kaira knows this. She must have known the consequences, and even if this world kills me I am an ally against the beings of cinders. I’m sorry, but I must do this.”

    With rapid movement he dashed forward. To the naked eye, it almost like he had moved through Fyn’s position as if he was water flowing around her form. He came right up to Kaira and took a quick swipe at Kaira. If she stood still, it would be a clean painless cut though her neck in an effort to decapitate her.
     
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    The man moved fast and had Azam still been sat down where he had lain, he would never had made it in time with his injuries. As it was, he had stood up while the man muttered upon the breastplate, using his long spear as a support to keep him upright. While the man had stalked forward, and while he had been intercepted by Fyn, Azam and sidled up near to where Kaira stood with her face hidden in her hood.

    All this meant when the strike came, all Azam had to do was pivot in front of Kaira, dig the butt of his spear into the ground and push out against the attack. The blade clashed with the shaft of his spear and although the blow rang through Azam’s tired body, he managed to hold it off.

    “I think you need to settle down, I’m always down for a good fight, but this is hardly the time. That, and I imagine we won’t survive the next battle without Kaira by our side.” He grinned holding out his stump as if wishing to shake the man’s hands. “I’m Azam by the way.”

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    From Jo’s sitting position, she couldn’t really see what was going on. The gathering of the remaining warriors blocked her view. She had seen the man step off the breastplate but after that nothing much at all. Her feet still pulsed with pain and Jo didn’t think she’d be able to stand for a prolonged period of time.

    She had seen Azam near the group and she knew Kaira was strong so any warrior who was trying to cause trouble was in for a surprise she reckoned. She was still concerned that she could not see Timorith; this sort of situation seemed right up his alley to calm things down.
     
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    Before Kaira had the time to dodge, Azam had jumped in the way of Futoji, blocking his path to the white wolf. A bold move, but it gave the girl a chance to strike at her opponent. Rushing forward, Kaira slammed Azam with her left arm, to the side, unsheathing her nodachi and slicing away at her foe. Her swing was a miss, a predictable move from any fighter, but Kaira wanted the range between them, she was not ready to fight him just yet. A single shinning red tear left her right eye as she jumped back.

    ''You... Deserve my respect, brother.'' Said Kaira, sheathing her Nodachi to remove her hood with both hand, detaching the cloak, leaving it to fall down on the dusty floor, revealing the now faint leak on her cheek along the embers within her white hair. Keeping her eyes on her brother-in-arms so he wouldn't cut her down immediately, Kaira removed the belts holding her few remaining throwing knives and the ones holding her twin blades, leaving nothing but her Nodachi around her waist. ''Azam, if you truly desire to help... Bring me my greatsword and stay away... He will end my allies too...''

    Looking down at her chest once more, Kaira looked back at Futoji, stumbling her words within her distorted voice. ''I-I know I'm not... Worthy anymore... But... C-Can I get a small moment... Within my own head..... For a... An old sister-in-arms?'' She asked Futoji, ready to strike back if he started another assault right away.

    A story of flames were passed down for many centuries, some of pure chaos and destruction, those were the ones sent within the main stream of bedtime stories, like with the boogeyman. The true story of the power of fire had much more companionship, acceptance and most of all, love for all than any would like to believe. A power in which it created one universe for the dead to reach at, a place of warmth, a palace of joy, a heaven of life. Many fell from using this power, rendering you immortal, but slowly sipping away at your humanity until the bearer was nothing but a husk of it's former self and most importantly, it did not make the user invincible even though the opposite was of strong belief to many. One human had manage to control this fire, the avatar of flames, also called the Lord of Embers by it's disciple.

    A magic forbidden by the circle decades ago, slaying their own fellow avatar out of fear he and his disciple would not be able to control it, casting all of its users as sinners and starting a never ending manhunt for them. Kaira had known of this power, of what it brought and curiosity had her find a small group of the left overs, hiding within the mountain, through their kindness they accepted to show her the ways, but never let her finish her incantation, preventing her from destroying her life early. These outcast weren't without the knowledge of her prowess and they did not want to stop her from growing as a human being, creating a bond between the small group that lasted nothing but a few weeks before she herself, had to strike them down as they became hollow from the power they had obtained years prior. She had vowed to use this power only at the worst case scenario, reminding her of these past event, making her feel like the village was right about her being a demon child.

    Unsheathing her blade once more, Kaira rose her voice. ''If anyone intervenes... I will slice them. This is our final goodbyes and no one better try anything funny... Find the exit and keep on moving, the survivor will join you later...''

    Looking up, her eyes illuminated where ever she looked. Another small wave of sorrow made it's way through Kaira, leaving her feeling to be nothing but emptiness within her chest. ''Please... Do forgive me... Oh dear Father...'' Whispered Kaira to herself, inhaling air which combusted the fire within her, re-igniting the embers on her, leaving the room in silence to hear nothing but her embers firing up all while she kept her guard up.

    ''Fyn... We'll probably be in the same room either way... Do not think I won't take a blow... To come and get you out of trouble... Now go... Before he decides to cut everything on his path.'' Blinking once, Kaira locked her eyes on Futoji, ready for combat.
     
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    As the sound rang from Azam’s spear, Futoji mostly ignored him keeping an eye on Kaira. She made a dash towards him and Azam, pushing the later away and giving herself some distance. Futoji was able to avoid the maneuver with ease, but he knew it was the distance it created between them that she was really after.

    Futoji held his sword out at his side, prepared for another attack. Even though he knew that he should eliminate the being of cinder as quickly as possible, he permitted Kaira to speak. He didn’t say or motion anything outright, but his readied stillness was enough to convey his intention. Her words were short, but she said her goodbyes to her comrades and proved ready to fight.

    Fyn wanted to intervene again, but she was stopped as she took a step forward by one of the bystanders. A large portion of the group left them alone, to tend to themselves among the shore and scattered fruit trees, barely anyone went to investigate the door. While small, there were still a few who remained surrounding Futoji and Kaira. With no words spoken, Futoji quickly approached Kaira with another decisive fatal strike hoping that Kaira would accept that she needed to perish for everyone’s sake. He knew that she would defend herself; he also knew that the comrades she had made would in one way or another try to intervene.

    He was fluid in his movement, true to his path as his sword came downward. Just like water flowing through every nook and around every rock along the river, he continued to move his sword around Kaira’s own maneuvers to dodge and block his attack. Fyn turned away from the initial blow and noticed that Azam was off to the side. She stumbled up to him.

    “A-are you okay?” she asked, and then she noticed his arm. His hand was missing. She took a quick look back at the battle between Kaira and Futoji. Kaira was strong, but so seemed Futoji. Taking quick glances between Kaira and Azam, she knew that at the moment, she could not be able to help Kaira.

    “If you are w-willing, and are a-able, I can reat-attach your hand.” She said holding her hand over one of the pockets on the belt across her torso. “D-do you have your hand?”


    The crowd that had moved away from the two fighting warriors gathered near Jo as she sat near the water. A few of them made passing comments and snide remarks about the conflict.

    “I guess they were brought here from the same place.”

    “Where the hell was that guy when we had our asses handed to us.”

    “That white haired girl makes the rest of us look bad. I hope she gets what’s coming.”

    “Look bad? What the hell man. If she gets us outta this place, then who freaking cares.”

    Many of them picked the fruit off of the nearby trees that grew out of the shallow water, and chowed down regaining their strength, and sitting atop the rocks scattered about. One of them took a look at Jo sitting on the ground and noticed she was looking around. Obviously since she was not watching Kaira and Futoji, then she must be looking for that other archer.

    “If you’re looking for your bow friend, I don’t think he is here anymore.” He said. He moved next to Jo, and squatted down to her level. “I think that’s his bow over there in the pile of the other discarded weapons.” He pointed his thumb to the small pile of weapons that had gathered near a rock in the shallow shore. The man stood back up and sat back down on his rock, sinking his teeth into the pink, borderline white pear-shaped fruit that grew on the trees.
     
  9. Yajuu_Kikuishi

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    Azam was still feeling the shock of the man’s sword strike on his spear so when Kaira pushed him aside he lost his balance and fell to the floor. It hadn’t been a hard push but at that point, a strong wind could have blown Azam over; if any wind could actually appear in the strange room. He remained where he was as the man jumped away from Kaira’s attack and paused as the fiery warrior turned to Azam. After her words and without waiting for reply, Kaira turned back to the man she clearly had a history with.

    Had Azam had any energy left to intervene, he might of. But as it was, he decided to let Kaira fight it out with her foe. He understood the need for direct confrontation when the time came; he did decided to help out a bit by fetching her giant sword for her. As he struggled to pull himself to his feet, Fyn stumbled up to him.

    “My hand?” he questioned, looking down at the stump of his left wrist, only a small trickle of blood now flowing. In the back of his mind, Azam noted that less blood was not a good thing in this case as it meant it was probably close to death but for the moment he ignored it. “I didn’t think it was possible to reattach. That being said, I didn’t hold onto it.” He glanced over to the edge of the water where Kaira’s large sword was alongside a number of other weapons he recognised as belonging to Warriors that were no longer around. “But perhaps whatever power runs this place saw fit to deposit with all the other junk, come on.”

    Using his spear as a support, he started slowly over to where Kaira’s sword was. When he reached it he grasped its handle and pulled it upwards. As he did, he realised how heavy it was. “Wow, she is obviously stronger that she looks.” Bracing himself for the next bit, Azam turned to where Kaira and the man were in combat. With a yell of effort and an explosion of muscle, he launched the sword towards them where it landed behind Kaira, pierced into the ground.

    With that done, he turned back to Fyn. “Now, let’s see if we can’t find my hand in all this.”

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    A group of the warriors that had moved away from Kaira and her fight had settled near Jo and as they chatted, making somewhat rude comments about Kaira, she ignored them to keep an eye out for Timorith. One of the warriors walked up to her and made the suggestion Timorith had not made it past the previous battle. Jo leveled her gaze on him daring him to say anything further. He sat down munching on one of the strange fruits the trees gave out.

    That can’t be true.
    She thought, her gaze eventually wandering to where the man had pointed, claiming Timorith’s bow was there. With her eyes now locked on the pile of weapons, her view somewhat obscured by her low position, she saw Azam start moving towards them. She struggled to her feet, wincing as pain lanced through her feet. She slung her own bow over her shoulder “I think you’re mistaken.” She said to the man before starting a slow, painful walk to Azam and Fyn at the weapon pile.
     
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    “Nice work” said a hauntingly familiar voice.


    “OW!” whispered Haste as he slowly opened his eyes. There was a woman taping up Haste’s left arm where his tattoo was showing. It was that feeling again. The feeling of exhaustion, dehydration, pain, and a vague memory. Haste was surrounded by flowing water. It was as if he were in a chamber that became a community bath. The woman with the healing tape was hesitating with bandaging Haste’s left arm; probably because of the smoke emitting from it.


    “Not this voice again, what did I do this time? Where am I?” questioned Haste as he started gaining the feeling back in his toes. He was lying near a large piece of stone that blocked him from view of the noises around him. Haste closed his eyes again to avoid dialogue with the medic until she walked away. The room was very cold and there seemed to be strange objects floating around. Out of sight Haste began to pull himself up from his spine but immediately following, the feeling of sharp needles piercing Haste’s skin came forth. Haste let out a very loud howling sound that echoed in the chamber. It sounded like torture. It was one of the after effects of a curse that Haste desperately wanted to get rid of.


    Fighting through the pain he finally positioned his body to sit up from under the stone. “What did the voice mean by great work?” Haste thought as he touched his left on. On his left arm, covered from now with the healing tape was a tattoo that represented his gravitational gift. The tattoo was in the shape of many small pyramids, arrows and diamond shapes all connected to each other. Although his memory from his previous day is gone, Haste knew that he was previously being used and controlled by a man that saved his life. A man that led by his greedy attributes, an inventor, a scientist. It probably isn’t a coincidence that rocks were scattered everywhere in the chamber. Haste had the ability to cave a room in, in the blink of an eye. The biggest question that was in the air was, where was he?


    His red eyes glared around where he noticed trees sticking out of the water. “In a chamber?” whispered Haste as the fruit glistened from the brown branch. Haste pulled a piece of the healing tape downward so a part of his tattoo on his left arm showed. He opened his palm and let out a shallow breath. The fruit from the tree detached itself and gravitated to Haste’s palm. It was devoured in less than a minute. He almost lost his appetite as he saw human bodies floating in the water. “Are they dead?” The idea finally clicked to Haste that he probably appeared dead to. His senses finally began to return. Another after effect of the curse that Haste had to deal with was losing his sense of touch, smell, taste, and sight for a while. It’s because of the control element of the curse. There are specific moments when it happens; when Haste is in danger, when his emotions are at an extreme, or sometimes the perfect moment is when he will lose all consciousness and roam the world controlled by the man he made the deal with.


    Haste’s hearing and sight finally returned to its normal state and noise was everywhere. There were two people many yards away fighting fiercely. He also saw people standing around injured, watching the fight. Most od everyone seemed to be warriors. Haste had no idea what he got himself into? Are these enemies? Would they know where he was? There was not a soul in the world that Haste trusted besides his parents. He finally stood up and analysed what was going on. He removed a few of the bandages from both of his arms, revealing another tattoo on his right arm. A tattoo of dashes which wrapped around his forearm. Eyes set on the battle, Haste knew without a doubt he could put a stop to what was happening between the two warriors, but he also knew interrupting a battle wasn’t his place unless his life were at stake. The tattoo on his left arm started to glow. Suddenly, Haste levitated the huge stone that was covering him and tossed it away out of sight. He slowly began to rise out of thin air. He rose about twenty feet off the ground in plain sight, and hung in the air while contemplating his next move.
     
  11. LilithVonBoch

    LilithVonBoch Born to struggle, raised to strive.

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    Holding her Nodachi to her right side pointing the tip towards the ground, Kaira quickly swiped her right feet to the right, barely dodging Futoji's strike that was quickly followed up to slice Kaira's head. Tilting her head and chest backwards, the slice cut a small part of her throat, going in a few centimeters, Kaira's eyes opened wide with her instinct making her strike back with an upward strike, deviating her strike towards the left. The two warriors exchanged blows with nothing but their weapons clunking together or dodging each other. For the average warrior this was nothing but a fight, but the truth couldn't diverge further as they calculated their every swing, using every inch of their bodies at their maximum.

    A yell traveled through out the cavern followed by the ground shaking behind Kaira. She did not feel a presence behind her, had someone thrown her a weapon from across the mine they were in? Giving a quick glance behind her, Kaira locked back her eyes on, Futoji who wouldn't let her stop and think. Letting go of her Nodachi, she quickly reached for her greatsword that was dug behind her thanks to Azam. Still facing her former partner, Kaira pulled her sword out of the dirt, screaming as she used all of her muscles to move her sword from the position it was, launching it into a downward strike at Futoji who's assault were still going. Giving an diagonal swing, angling her sword horizontally as it went down. As her greatsword began to trail on the ground, Kaira spun her left foot around, following the weight of her weapon as she carried her swing over her head, landing the back of her sword over her right shoulder, bending her knees to take a lower stance.

    Opening her mouth, heat began to ooze out of it, followed by small ember as the cut on her throat had almost finished to cauterize. Quickly mustering some of the flames inside of her, lifted her left arm to the side, giving a thumbs up to who ever had thrown it to her as she shouted in a clean and strong voice that echoed through the cave. ''Thanks.'' Dropping her arm right away as she braced for the next face-off.

    This duel represented either the end of the age of fire she lived in or a new chance to rekindle the family of cinders within her own flame, but deep inside of herself, she knew she could not kill him, not only did her emotions conflict her instincts, but ending him would demolish her making her beyond unstable. The white wolf had other plans, she would wound him without killing him, nor would she let him kill her until all of this was done. She felt as if she did not deserve to put him to rest. Knocking him out was her only solution, even if it meant doing it every single time he woke up. To her, it meant far more than brotherhood.
     
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    Fyn leaned up against the large boulder in the shallows where a small pile of weapons had gathered. Weapons that presumably once belonged to the warrior who now floated lifelessly in the lake. Most of them rested just below the water’s surface, and a few just light enough to float. Among them rested great sword, which Azam flung across the room to the battle taking place between Kaira and Futoji.

    With his task done, Azam seemed optimistic about the possibility of having his hand back. Fyn used the rock as a crutch and started to shift through the weapons to help search for it. If it were there, it might have been buried underneath the swords and shields keeping it under the water. They weren’t able to search for long before another large rock crashed into the water a small way creating a series of waves that scattered the pile of weapons away from the boulder they were piled near. The weapons that floated scattered about a small area, and the weapons that sank spread out. Despite making a mess of the small pile of weapons, the disturbance did allow items trapped underneath them to be exposed revealing a couple of small appendages poking underneath a serrated longsword.

    ~~~

    The warrior who had address Jo simply gave her a challenging look when she expressed her determination that Timorith was still alive. He watched he walk away a short while before he stretched his arms upwards and tossed the core of the fruit he was eating into the water watching it bob up and down. Moments later, a surge of water rushed by sweeping away the fruit core. A boulder had crashed into the water and several waves passed by the resting group.

    “What now?” the warrior demanded as he looked around. He at first looked towards the imbeciles fighting over fire, but they remained mostly near the giant’s breastplate, away from the water. He then looked the other way and found that someone was inexplicably floating in the air. Agitated, the warrior made a show of standing up and walked over the levitating individual.

    “Hey! What the heck are you doing up there?” he yelled aggressively. “If you’re trying to leave through the Giant’s Chamber, don’t. That room had no doors remember? We don’t need any more wackjobs in here.”

    ~~~

    Futoji continued his assault against Kaira. As she backed up, he pushed forward. Whenever she dodged, his blade would seamlessly its strike to make for the best opportunity to strike. Even when she blocked his attacks, he was able to maintain his momentum and remained unhindered. If she were to stop moving, his blows would most certainly land.

    Futoji had the back off momentarily when Kaira switched weapons to her great sword that had found itself stuck in the ground behind her. He repositioned himself and held his sword back to his side for another lounge. He knew Kaira was adept in the swords of her choosing, which included that great sword of hers. But he also knew that despite the power she could put behind it, she was still going to be slower than if she had held onto her nodachi.

    He lunged forward. He attempted to bait her to swing her sword low so that he may side step and swing his sword around so that she would be unable to stop her own momentum allowing just enough of a window to strike at her head.
     
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    Azam was using one of his throwing spears to move weapons aside, wondering if his hand had gotten trapped underneath when everything had appeared in the lake. He hadn’t been able to see it yet, but Fyn had given him some hope of actually remaining at full strength. As he used the tip of the spear to move aside a longbow that he thought he recognised for a moment, the water surged suddenly as if a large rock had landed in it.

    Looking up, Azam saw a large rock had indeed been thrown into the lake and now a man was floating above it apparently unconcerned he seemed to be able to defy gravity. “That’s one strange person.” He muttered before turning his gaze back to the water as the floating man appeared to be non-aggressive. The wave had dislodged a bunch of weapons and now Azam saw bits of bodies floating to the surface; apparently, he had not been the only one to lose a limb in the previous fight.

    As luck would have it, Azam spotted the hand he had severed trapped beneath some kind of serrated longsword. He picked the sword up and nonchalantly pierced it into the ground next to him before sheathing his spear and fishing the hand out of the water. After a quick inspection, Azam was certain the hand was his and turned to Fyn just as another voice rang out.

    “No!”

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    Jo saw the bow Azam had moved, partly floating at the edge of the lack. Azam turned to face her at her exclamation but she ignored him as she stepped forward and fished the bow out of the water. She hadn’t known Timorith very long, but as an Archer herself, she knew it was his bow. If it was here, and Timorith was not looking for it, then he was likely dead; just as the warrior before suggested.

    Her grip tightened on the bow as she buried her sadness and let a small laugh escape her lips. “Seriously, you just leave your bow lying around?” she spoke quietly to herself before slipping the bow over her shoulder and drawing her own. “Hey, Azam, something exciting going on over there or something?”

    Azam raised his severed hand in a wave and then indicated towards Kaira and her opponent with it. “Kaira and some other warrior she knows are duking it out over there; something about the fire in her being bad.”

    Jo raised an eyebrow at the hand but didn’t comment on it. “They’re really fighting each other instead of trying to figure out how to get out of here?” Azam nodded and turned back to Fyn, who Jo hadn’t even seen stood there, and Jo buried her sadness deeper before letting a wider smile slide onto her face. “That just won’t do; I better go and have a word.” Ignoring the pain in her feet, Jo began making her way to where Kaira and her opponent were fighting. Her sight was so intense she didn’t even notice the floating man above the water.

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    With Jo walking off, Azam turned back to Fyn and raised his hand holding his hand. “So, you can really stick this back on?”
     
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    As the boulder caused a current in the water, Haste noticed that he got a lot of fighters’ attention. Haste looked down at the warrior shouting forcefully at him. "I couldn't have caused any trouble, could I?" he thought. Haste sneered his face in disgust at the tone of the warriors first impression. “wackjob?” Haste thought. “Must be a threat.” It was so much going on at once, Haste didn’t know where to focus on or who to try to get answers from.


    He couldn’t ignore the fact that there were unconscious or even, dead, bodies floating about the water. The water was tainted with blood and strange objects, some of which were weapons. There were loads of weapons all around the room. The room almost resembled a treasure chest from all of the shining things sticking out of the water. Haste usually didn’t care for weapon’s, but he also didn’t know what he was up against.


    His eyes were shifting from one warrior to another. The word wackjob was haunting him. “As far as I know, they’re all enemies” Haste muttered to himself before gazing at the female archer drawing her bow.


    Haste aimed his palm in the direction of the drawn bow and immediately the air connecting the bow to his hand began to shift. He was using gravity to take the bow away from the woman. With his other hand he gravitated a wooden and sharp arrow from the water. The arrows point was almost like a diamond. Its point would cut through many layers of Armor.


    Haste has hunted with a bow and arrow with his dad since before he could remember. It was almost natural to aim and shoot at his target exactly where he positioned the aim of the arrow. Haste drew back the bow with the arrow pointed at the warrior who made recent remarks and shot the arrow towards his neck. The arrow shot towards the warrior’s neck and before it was inches away, Haste leaped at a almost instant speed where only red huge sparks and a shadow were visible during movement. Haste caught the arrow from behind the warrior and as he grasped the handle, he moved the point to the warrior’s throat.


    “Who are you? Where am I? And be careful who you call a wackjob, cause I just might be one” Haste grunted. Haste threw the girls bow into the water, his tattoo on his right arm was gleaming.
     
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    As Futoji lunged forward, Kaira threw in her own move. Futoji probably knew that Kaira would opt for a lower swing, her own swing could deviate his while still connecting thanks to the size of her weapon. An advantage Futoji had forgotten, Kaira was much smaller than he was, rocking almost two feet in difference, Kaira did not require to strike low, all she had to do was lean forward. Dashing toward the lunge, the small burning warrior passed under the strike, launching her own swing at his leg from right to left while restraining her strength within her swing to compensate for her current target's size. She didn't need to throw in heavy swings now, but it still left a window big enough for Futoji to strike back as her left leg swiped with her swing's momentum, going straight for her head as he stepped away from her own retaliation, with his sword being just long enough to reach Kaira's neck. Leaning backwards, his Nodachi dug an inch inside her neck, slicing it open as it released a vivid red flame as the wound began to cauterize. A brief moment of intelligence passed through Kaira's brain, a strong feeling that she shouldn't of taken her twin blades off from her.


    ''You were always right about one thing... I am indeed, extremely dumb... Or was that Father?'' Said Kaira, wiping her wound with her fingers, wondering why she decided to remove her own weapons as she dashed a few steps behind. With Futoji's recent movement however, there was nothing in between her and the blades, giving Kaira an opportunity to reach for them. Quickly looking to her right, where she last was, the archer that had been in the group and helping since the beginning, walking towards the two warriors. Chuckling as she lowered, moving her sword in a lower stance, the archer's appearance gave Kaira a reason to go cheap, she wanted to warn the archer away without hurting her, if possible.

    Launching forward, Kaira quickly swung her great sword horizontally, shortly after dashing forward using the tip of her blade to hit the rocks on the floor, sending a volley flying towards Futoji and possibly towards the archer leaving nothing but a trail of smoke behind. With the floor strength the drastically reduced Kaira's swing speed, she didn't have as much recoil, giving her a window to move for her weapons. Making her mad dash for them, grabbing the belt that held both sheaths, Kaira quickly strapped it around her waist, turning back around as she finished. Removing both blades from their protection, Kaira lowered her arms as if she was leaving herself opened.
     
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    Futoji anticipated Kaira to block his attack, but instead she charged forward and duck underneath his swing. While not expected, he was able to continue his original plan with some mild success. He danced around Kaira’s low swing and used the length of his sword to nick her neck and again they were at a standoff.

    It was only a moment, but in that time, both Kaira and Futoji strategized their next move. With speed a split second faster than Futoji; Kaira used her great sword to launch a cloud of debris towards him. He flinched, positioning himself defensively as Kaira retrieved her twin blades. Armed once again with a new set of weapons, she was waiting for another attack.

    Futoji knew that she was leaving herself open on purpose. Be it a counter attack, or some other trap, Futoji trusted his own ability to overcome what Kaira might have planned. Her power of fire might have given her an upper hand, but Futoji trained to deal with it. He had trained also trained Kaira, so he was not without tools to use against her. He decided to move forward leaning towards her left before at the last possible moment he would feint to her right and swing his sword up under her arm. His goal was to disarm her with each meaning of the word.

    ~~~

    As Jo approached the fighting warriors of Kaira’s home, a sudden tug had grabbed her bow. However, before she was able to react to the invisible foe stealing her weapon, she was showered in dust that for the moment allowed the strange force to claim her bow; it flew towards the strange man hovering in the air. That same force also retrieved one of the arrows that perhaps belonged to one of the deceased from out of the lake.

    It looked as though another fight between the warriors was going to break out. The stranger had used his prize to fire an arrow at the warrior who addressed him. In a show of strength, this strange man caught the arrow and held it to the warrior’s neck demanding answers, Jo’s bow now drifting away towards the center of the lake.

    A flash of regret passed by the warrior as he could feel the tip of the arrow brush against his neck. He held his hands up at his sides, keeping his eyes fixed to the hand holding the arrow.

    “C-calm down.” He stuttered, “Look, I’m Callsim and I have no idea where we are. Put down the arrow and we can talk.” Some of the warriors nearby started to approach the two, some concerned that more violence against forced allies would be detrimental to their survival through this mysterious place.

    “Did you hit your head?” asked one of the onlookers, “Do you not remember the giant? Or that crystal butterfly girl thing?” Others questioned it as well; with some also requesting he let go of the warrior in hand.

    Callsim spoke again, “Listen, I’m sorry about the name. Please put down the arrow.”

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    Never minding the commotion that was starting to build all throughout the chamber, Fyn took Azam’s hand gingerly looking at the where flesh had been severed. It was crude, and the wrist was completely shattered. Without speaking, she grabbed Azam’s handless arm. He had done well enough at stopping the bleeding, but the wound itself was barely kept clean if at all.

    After assessing both the hand and Azam’s arm, she looked back at Azam, “I-I can reattach it. B-but it is going to take several hours t-to fully heal. After I Reat-attach it, you mustn’t use your left hand or it m-may be damaged beyond r-repair.”

    As Fyn waited for Azam's response, she removed some of her tools in preparation for the procedure assuming he would go along with it. Some of the tools she revealed were a pair of surgical scissors with a small canister attached to the handle, a small box of white toothpick sized dowels, and a partially used vial of an unknown liquid that despite having near illegible label made it obvious that it was not to be used lightly.
     
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    Haste monitored the scenario of the warriors gathering as he held the tip of the arrow to the guy’s neck. Haste’s eyes shot in every direction; He noticed that the surrounding warriors were more curious than threatening. The guy seemed very nervous and introduced himself.


    “Look, I’m Callsim” he said.

    He mentioned that he was unaware of their whereabouts and others started launching questions in every direction. Callsim, being directly in front of Haste and in a life threatening apologized. Haste was taken aback from the apology. He’s never met a warrior to do such a thing. He slowly moved the arrow away from Callsim and burst into laughter. Everyone immediately became disturbed and uneasy. “Ohhhhhh, please forgive me! Hahahahahah! I can be very eager sometimes” Haste howled goofily. He started moving about the circle that the curious warriors created and held his hands high. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I just thought you all were enemies. You never know in this world right!” Haste shouted. “You all look pretty cool with your weapons and stuff! Anyone want to spar!?” Haste said with a huge grin which showcased his pearly white teeth.


    Haste began wrapping up his tattoos and further approached Callsim. “Hey, no hard feelings, right? Besides you kinda brought it on yourself. You have to watch the words you use. Might end up getting killed” said Haste goofily, patting Callsim on the shoulder. Haste continued to study the huge room. He was looking for any exit or sign of an opening out of the place. He sent his attention to Callsim once more and smiled.


    “I’m Haste.”
     
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    As Jo approached the two warriors, she felt a tug in her hand and looked down to see her bow trying to pull itself away from her. She gripped it tightly, looking around as she did to see what was causing the bow to move, however, this meant the small rocks sent in her direction hit her straight on. She flinched away from the rocks and the invisible force took that opportunity to wrench her bow clear of her hand. She cursed and followed the bow as it flew through the air into the hands of the man floating above the water.

    “What the hell?” she muttered as the stranger fired her bow and her eyes widened as he appeared to reappear next to another warrior who had apparently challenged him. Now apparently done with her bow, the man casually threw it aside where it landed on the edge of the water. “Son of a bitch.” She said as she gritted her teeth and moved as quickly as she could to pick it up and make sure it wasn’t damaged or too wet.

    As she did this, some of the other warriors had gathered around the strange man and Jo heard laughter erupt from the middle of it. She gripped her bow tight and moved across to the circle, pushing her way through until she stood near face-to-face with the previously floating man.

    “Hey there, I’m Jo, care to introduce yourself? I didn’t notice you in the previous battles.”

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    Azam let Fyn poke and prod his wound and smiled when she said she could attach it. “Well, I was planning on running around without a hand, so I should be able to avoid using it for a couple of hours.” As she pulled tools out from her pack, Azam looked down at her. “You’re pretty amazing with those skills to be able to reattach limbs, where I come from we’re not even close to that level of medical expertise. What land do you hail from?”
     
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    While the fight continued between Futoji and Kaira, it seemed that the improvised smoke screen had succeeded in deterring Jo away from their conflict. Instead, Jo’s interest seemed piqued by the man whom stole her bow. The other warriors in the crowd were more annoyed with this strange man’s behavior than anything else.

    Callsim was taken aback by haste’s sudden change in attitude. It almost seemed to play it off as if Haste had not just threatened his life. His shift in behavior reinforced Callsim’s thought that Haste was another eccentric whack job, but took care not to say his thoughts aloud. No longer interested in what was happening between Callsim and Haste, the group disperced once again. It made no difference if Haste remembered the pervious battles or not. He was of apparent no help then, so he probably wasn’t going to be of any help in the future.

    Callsim was shoved to the side as the archer he had spoken to not long ago, Jo, stood in front of Haste starting up an introduction. Callsim shifted his weight, while the others might not have cared, he was curious to see what else Haste might have to say.



    A little further away, Fyn continued some of her prep work. Unlike setting and fixing a broken bone, reattaching a limb, especially at the wrist, was going to take more procedure and accuracy. She grabbed the tool she had pulled in one hand and guided Azam with the other to a relatively flat boulder just a bit back on shore. Using it as a table, she finished removing some other tools including some other vials, odd, and ends. She removed a few stripes of her healing tape and laid them on the boulder to help keep the area clean. She had Azam lay his arm on the boulder and she started to work.

    She first took a look at the severed hand. Wrists were hard because of the bones that were held within them, but it was not impossible with what Fyn was trained. She opened the vial that was covered in warning labels in a dialect foreign to Azam and dipped a small brush into it. She rubbed some of the solution on the severed portion of the hand, and where it touched started to melt away. When she finished, she put it on the boulder carefully and moved onto Azam’s arm.

    “Th-this is going to h-hurt.” said Fyn, “T-try, not to move.” She then rubbed the solution onto Azam’s injured arm. Like before, the flesh that came into contact with the solution burned away. It was probably painless at first as it burned the dead tissue, but soon a feeling similar to that of hot iron against the skin would arise.

    She put the vial away and started to work with her other tools. She grabbed her surgical scissors, and squeezed a small triggered near the tiny canister that was attached to them. The blades began to glow blue. Releasing the triggered, she quickly took one of the white toothpick shaped dowels out of its box and cut it into several small pieces. Once that was done, she removed a monocle from her breast pocket and put it over her eye and started to work carefully using tweezers and the small bits of white cuttings. While she worked she spoke to Azam.

    “I’m f-from a city called Joannac originally, but lived most of m-my life in Dalesdale. Th-that’s where I got my medical t-training. I w-worked to be an e-emergency field m-medical officer.” Fyn paused occasionally as she spoke to focus on what she was doing. “You s-see, where I come from, there is always a w-war between my country and Ganr, so t-there is always a need f-for someone like me.”

    Fyn finished placing the white dowel fragments within the hand and Azam’s arm in the positions she needed them to be at. Reaching into her back pocket, she removed the cylinder that she always used when activating the healing properties of the tape she used. She turned the back end of it as a dial and the cylinder opened and a small pair of mechanical arms exposed themselves. From another pouch on her jumpsuit, she removed a spool of black thread and put it in the device between the two small arms. She also screwed onto one of them a long flexible needle. She lined the hand and Azam’s arm as carefully as possible and held the device close. The cylinder flashed a couple times before the arms started to quickly work. Working from the center out, the arms started grabbing exposed veins, arteries, tendons, and the like and lined them with the hand burning, or sewing what it could before stitching the hand and arm back together. After several minutes of this the arms stopped and retracted back into the device.

    Putting the cylindrical device off to the side, Fyn examined the work. The seam between Azam’s arm and his once severed hand was minimal indicating that her work was executed as good as she could have hoped given the circumstances. The stitches surrounded his wrist in several units in a X pattern. To finish off the job and to help minimize the lingering pain if there was any, Fyn wrapped Azam’s arm in two layers of healing tape and pressed the now closed together cylinder to it. Shimmering, the tape contracted and became almost a second skin, transparent so that Azam could look at the work Fyn had done.

    “T-there.” sighed Fyn. “To be honest, t-this was the first time I p-preformed the procedure. I’m g-glad it worked.” She grabbed Azam’s arm and held it so that Azam wouldn’t move it immediately. She quickly fetched out a syringe from her belt and injected it into his upper arm. “This p-paralyzing agent is g-going to keep you from m-moving your lower arm for a c-couple hours. O-once it wears off, you should be able to move your f-fingers safely, b-but it is going to take s-several hours after that before your arm is f-fully recovered. Ev-ven so, please b-be careful.”
     
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