(Private/No Combat/No Killing) Ride through the Cayons

Kihia was flying the Ikarones slowly through the canyon getting a scope of how it twisted and turned through the course of its stretch. He had to Pilot the Ikarones extremely carefully, as there wasn’t much maneuvering room for a ship this size within the canyon walls. He eventually reached where the canyon cut off and formed a small cavern that went on for a while then opened back up into the canyon again, “This is as far as we can go for now Icer… lets head back up” Kihia pulled back on the throttle keeping the ship level with the pedals at his feet, he pulled back on the yoke as Ikarones gently pulled back on the stick backing her up ever so gently. He then slide a control up to make the bottom magic thrusters pick up as the ship started to ascend. That’s when Icer piped up, “Sir Kihia, it seems someone has fired a rifle in the nearby area, should we investigate?” Kihia thought for a moment, he then nodded, “I don’t see why not… I wasn’t expecting anyone out here… perhaps they know a few things about the Canyon I can add into my planning for the upcoming event…”

The white ship lifted above the ridge, the blue exhaust from the magic thrusters roared underneath it, as the pointed bow turned towards the direction of the man Icer detected had been the source of the noise. Kihia gently maneuvered the ship over the man and set her down a few meters away from him as he turned off all engines he opened up the bottom entry way. Kihia unstrapped himself and grabbed Icarus and strapped it into his sheathe, he then departed from the ship to see who this was.

As he left the ship he saw a man on a magiccycle, he had black hair, pale complexion and was wearing a pair of goggles, aside from his attire he had a dragon like tattoo on his left shoulder. Kihia stood underneath his ship for a second longer before speaking up, “Sorry if I disturbed you… may I ask who you are?”

Kihia paused for a long moment while he tried to process Moartea’s rather long and intricate name, he blinked a few times finally getting most of it memorized, he then adjusted his trenchcoat a bit, “It is a pleasure to meet you Moartea, I am Kihia Avoa… Our Guilds Ace of Courage…” Kihia waited a moment longer examine Moartea’s bike a few moments. It was well built, and seemed well designed, not to mention elegantly designed. Kihia then heard Moartea’s question about the Ikarones, in which Kihia responded by simply turning around partially and looking at the ship. He took a moment to formulate his words and think how he should explain things, “The Ikarones… she isn’t all to hard to control… With the right mindset I can maneuver her through tight spaces or fly through the skies at sound breaking speeds… she is a technological marvel…” Kihia paused for a long moment, he then turned back to Moartea and walked forward to the canyon ridge, “I apologize that I wasn’t there to greet you the day you had arrived at Lamia Scale… so can you tell me about yourself Moartea… what brings you to this stretch of the canyon…?”

Kihia stood there and listened to what Moartea had to say, he then nodded as Moartea had told him to cover his ears. He did, although he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be that much help sense he had sensitive hearing from his recent… development. The shot rang out, still hurting his ears a bit, Kihia shook his head a bit, and then saw as Moartea ejected the bullet and placed a new one in. He then listened to Moartea’s comment on the distances. Kihia walked up and nodded, he then turned and saw the target in question. He nodded, “That will be a possibly hard shot for anyone I think...” Kihia then fell silent for a moment, thinking about the reason he had come to this canyon. He then heard Moarteas Question and turned and looked at him for a moment, his cold eyes studied the mage. He then sighed and looked back towards the canyon, “I was out here scouting the Canyon… to see if it would be suitable for a race that may be held here one day...” He paused for a moment studying the canyon, “I don’t know though… I am scared for the safety of the possible participants….”

Kihia watched as Moartea had gone and used a spell that created numerous shadow hands that reached up and grabbed onto the barrel of his rifle, he commented on how it should stabilize his gun. Kihia gently smiled and thought about his attention to detail in making a shot. Kihia then thought back to the days he trained to be precise with all forms of polearms, because he was taught, the slightest centimeter of difference can determine if someone lives or someone dies. Kihia looked along the canyon wall and spotted a dead tree that had grown on the side of the far canyon wall. He put his hands together then slid them apart as a full spear made out of ice formed in his hands. He then heard Moartea’s question about going on a few jobs with him, at this Kihia nodded, “I do not mind going on a job with anyone in our Guild Moartea… I have vowed to help and protect you all… in any way I can…” Kihia took aim at the dead tree adopted his throwing stance and then took a few steps and launched the spear full force. The Spear sailed through the air, eventually piercing straight through the tree, just left of the center of the trunk.