King of Thieves

Job Information:

"Go with the old guy," She grumbled. She sat on the marble steps outside of the main building for the guild. Being told, more than asked, to go on a job with a middle aged man sounded like a complete buzzkill. She bet he always followed the rules, never swore, and used short catchphrases like 'Two heads are better than one' and 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach'! She scoffed to herself again and crossed her arms. It didn't help much that she was forced to wear new attire for the occasion.

Yona's long moss-hued hair was pulled half up, pinned behind her head with an ornate sakura piece, the white and pink flowers standing out against the shade of her locks. The expensive piece for once also blended in, looking less unusual against the weary and worn looking woman, the traveler, the vagabond. Today she was dress as if she meant something: wearing all white, though who the hell would think white was a good color for doing jobs? It would only get stained, highly impractical. Still, she admired the new white color of her usual coat, finding it somewhat attractive to her. Like a blank slate, like a new beginning, like a canvas ready for paint.

She wore a tight shirt under the coat, so tight it clung to her form like it were another layer of skin. It was also made into a low V neck, something she said was a requirement. If it was white, it still had to be both comfortable, moving with her skin, and yet suggestive. As an alluring woman, it seemed to come in handy even when she didn't expect it to. She wore her an extremely light rose-colored pair of leggings, the stretchy fabric clinging to her legs, making her red burn scars seem darker and more prominent. She hated that. Over the leggings she wore knee-high white boots, beautiful and fitted to her feet. She had never owned so many new pieces of clothing at one time before. To finish it off, around her waist was a pleated white skirt. It was thigh height and she hated it- who the hell wore pleats? But it was the only thing she could find that was white and her size on such a short notice. Her steelwood fan was one of the only obvious items on her person, secured by a thin white woven belt at her waist, it dangled there, ready to open at her wish to protect her. The other was her black bituminous coal periapt, a rough and raw jewel shining against the white of her outfit, hanging on a silver chain. She had refused to remove it and nobody had forced her to.

Her hand rubbed over the guild tattoo on the back of her neck, underneath her long willow hair. Yona felt like she stood out even more, dressed in the garb of a WFTC mage, but in fact sitting on the front marble stairs, she blended in even more. She bent over, poking at the marble with her right index finger and waiting for her assigned baby-sitter to show up. Her first time on the job had an awful lot of rules so far.


HP: 100
MP: 100%
WC: 542

Johann was sitting on his bed staring at his reflection in the mirror with his red left and his grey right eye, starting off his morning routine as he normally did when he had company issues to deal with, putting on one of his official uniforms of the West Fiore Trading Company, a white formal shirt and a comfortable, grey vest over it, a striped black and white tie around his neck with his amulet in the shape of a black cross dangling beside it. He put on his white gloves , tied the sheath with his rapier to his belt and, last but not least, tucked the pin with the Company symbol to his vest, right above his heart where he usually put it. It was a symbolic gesture that signalled what the West Fiore Trading Company and its members meant to him. Still, it was no coincidence that he had been pernickety while putting together his attire for the day as he had been tasked with a special mission by the CEO himself.

There were two things that required his attention: The first being the more urgent of the matters, a Company convoy that had been on it's way to Era seemed to have been attacked by a criminal organisation calling itself "The Cartel", or at least that is what had been reported by the members of the WFTC that were there. Johann's job was to locate the stolen shipment, bring it back if possible and teach whoever stole it the important lesson that the West Fiore Trading Company would not tolerate the illegal appropriation of its wares. He was also assigned a partner for this mission, leading to the second of his tasks: His job partner was Yona Hisamori, the newest member of the WFTC. He was to introduce her to the company's CoC and protocol when it came to representing the WFTC officially. Johann didn't mind, but he was still somewhat suspicious of the newcomer that had tried to steal from the Company herself, only being accepted as a new member upon the CEO's direct request. He sighed, leaving his room and locking the door behind him as he made his way down to the mess hall to grab his breakfast. He would take his time with that, there was no need to rush, after all.

Feeling refreshed and good to go he opened the mahogany front doors of the WFTC headquarters building only to see Yona already sitting there, seemingly somewhat annoyed, waiting for him. He gave her a friendly smile while making his way over "Good morning, Miss Yona. As you know" he explained to her "we have been tasked with retrieving a special company shipment. We will have to show some unfortunate souls that meddling in the Company's affairs means trouble, and we will be representing the West Fiore Trading Company while doing that. With that being the case, I expect discipline while on this mission ." he finished his introduction, knowing that the girl wouldn't like what he had to say, still he kept a warm and friendly tone. "If you think you are ready, Miss Yona" he followed up "would you follow me to a more quiet spot so we can begin our mission ." while stepping off the road and walking towards the woods behind the HQ.

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Word Count: 555
Word Count Total: 555 / 2.000

"Oh yes, sir. Discipline, lots of discipline. I'll discipline them all you want, Captain Tightpants," Yona returned, her smile broad and seemingly genuine. But Yona had a knack for looking just the way she wanted others to see her. Yona looked him over, well dressed and prepared. She had seen him a bit here and there, enough to recognize him and his love of playing by the rules. She had seen him test Darius and he had been there also when she arrived. Yet, the green haired woman had yet to spend any one on one time with him so far. She hoped there was more than met her original assessment of him.

Even with that being thought, Yona knew she had to make a better impression on him as well. She doubted he was this warm and happy to be placed with her. Yona got to her feet and straightened her white coat. She patted down her skirt, wrinkling her nose at the stupid pleats, and then followed the male down the marble stairs and around the HQ. She was happy to be getting off the island, and she was happier still to see he was leading her towards the wood. As far as the mission went, she had been barely briefed: something about The Cartel, stealing company wares, and then retrieving them. She strongly suspected that as much as it was a mission, it was also a warning to her. A kind of hit two birds with one stone lesson, reminding her what would happen to her if she tried to steal again.

Yona wanted to know more. She wanted to know where they were going. She wanted to know who exactly the Cartel was. She wanted to know if she could not wear white, which of course the answer had been no. But most of the deeper details she assumed were given to Weiss. Chances were, they didn't know much more than the details they gave her anyway, but she never had done a job on her own before with so little intel. "Where are we going again? And we're taking a ship right?" A ship would take longer, as reliable as they were, she had seen the large ships and large ships had plenty of ways to get damaged. She was guessing they would be on a boat for at least three days. It made no sense though, why go to the forest behind HQ if they needed to take a ship. The port was the other direction, so far as she knew.


HP: 100
MP: 100%
WC: 968

Johann sighed at the girl's comment. It seemed she didn't really understand why he was asking that of her. The Company's reputation was at stake, and she was representing the Company itself while out on a mission. Her mistakes would be the Company's mistakes, and Johann was not willing to tolerate any damage to the West Fiore Trading Company, his family. "Please" he gave back in a manner that the girl would certainly understand "just don't screw this up for us, alright ?". Johann would've prefered doing things his own way as well, but he was bound by company regulations and he wasn't necessarily bent on breaking them, and as much as Yona disapproved of that, he'd have to make sure to enforce the rules as her superior.

Johann turned sharply, heading straight into the woods, Yona following closely behind him. The whole reason he was walking away from the HQ was because he didn't want to make a spectacle out of what was going to happen like the first few times he did it, but he learned his lesson, trying to avoid curious spectators and collateral damage as much as possible. There was no need to let the whole world know that he could do what he was about to show Yona, the dry grass and leaves crunching under his feet as they made their way to a small clearing free of trees.

Johann stopped and turned around to face his job partner upon hearing her question. "We will be heading to the "forgotten desert", and as mysterious as that sounds, we know exactly where these lowly thugs have set up their base of operation thanks to the intel that has been given to us by the members of the company that have already dealt with them. Our goal will be to destroy the organisation by any means necessary and retrieve the stolen shipment. And no," he concluded "we will not be taking a ship. That'd give them too much time to act." Johann now spread out his arms, each hand making a fist, a large white magic circle appearing under their feet. "I hope you are ready." Both Yona and Johann turned into wind in an instant, reappearing just a few seconds later, a couple hundred feet outside the massive ruins where "The Cartel" had set up camp. What Johann hadn't told Yona, it may or may not have been intentional, was that she had to cover her ears or the air pressure in the teleportation spell would hurt them a small bit. Nothing permanent, just a little lesson to teach the rude girl some manners ... .

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Word Count: 440
Word Count Total: 995 / 2.000

"Please," She said sarcastically, a sigh on her lips. Yona tossed her green hair and stepped easily through the forest area, her feet without trying making their way over the roots and rocks, stepping through the leaves. The female didn't really know the rules and she wasn't partial to the ones she had heard so far. She was fairly intent on behaving and following the rules when it suited her, especially since she was hoping to meet with Cirven again. Yona also needed to build up her strength, so she could ask Ruvel  to use his powers on her again. If she could enter her own memories again, then Yona would be able to see and hear the male who had destroyed her home. Just one more time, and she would have his face in her vision, and she could find and destroy him. Even as her mind worked through that, she knew that she couldn't rely on her own strength until she had built herself up a bit more.

"Not taking a ship?" She said softly, her brows meeting in the middle of her forehead. She was confused, one arm wrapped around her waist and another hand fiddling with a strand of moss colored hair. As a broad chalk white circle appeared around them, Yona turned about in a short small circle, standing next to Johann. "What is this?" She asked, looking around and back to Johann. He held his arms up and didn't respond to her immediately. 'I hope you're ready', he commented, but by the time she was asking for what, her mouth ended up hanging open.

She felt an immense pressure and then nothing, a tightness in her muscles which suddenly relaxed. She closed her eyes and reopened them, viewing the surrounding area with a wide and surprised expression. She rubbed her ears and then groaned, "Damn, that hurts. Ow, god," She added. Her ears stung inside, like a throbbing headache or a solid pop. It faded in moments but she was still frowning when she looked back up. "You could have warned me, you jerk, you knew it was coming didn't you?" The green haired female faced him annoyed, a sour expression on her face, then her head turned away and she saw the ruins before her. "The forgotten desert, we're... here."


HP: 100
MP: 100%
WC: 1354

Johann, along with Yona, now found himself close to their destination, the ancient ruins before them. Lucky for them, it looked like they had stumbled right into a duststorm that would mask their presence, making it easier for them to take a stealthy approach. As soon as the spells effect stopped the girl with the emerald green hair started complaining, Johann had anticipated such a reaction, it was his fault after all. He crouched, taking cover behind a large rock, signalling for Yona to get down as well "Shhh- keep your voice low. They will likely patrol the area. I don't want to be discovered right away, if possible. Let's try and take out as many as we can without alarming the rest." Johann, waiting for Yonas response, peeked over the cover their rocky cover, his red left eye slowly beginning to glow. The red rune that was situated on his pupil, normally invisible, started to show, enhancing his vision through the sand and dust of the desert by a great deal.

His eyes were wandering over the dunes and the old, ruined stone monuments and partially collapsed buildings, looking for any sign of activity when he spotted a group of 5 people closeby, about 100 meters away from their own position. The men, dressed in long coats and turbans well suited for the environment, all wielding a different weapon, seemed like a randomly assembled little band, far from what one would call a soldier. It was self-evident that these people were cannon fodder for The Cartel, not really used to the job, but criminals and thugs nonetheless. "A group of 5, around 300 feet away, all with melee weapons, don't seem to be mages." He gave Yona the quick rundown of the situation. "Confident enough for your first fight as a member of the Company ?" Johann asked the green haired girl jokingly, not expecting a response. He waited for a few seconds before once more leaning over their cover, his finger pointing at one of the grunts, taking aim with his magically enhanced eye. "Let's go" he said, accumulating and compressing air at the tip of his index finger into a bullet, shooting the projectile using even more compressed air at high speeds, giving off a soft "umpf" sound. A fraction of a second later, the most left of the small group collapsed, the shot had hit him at the head. The others now sprung up, alarmed, but confused about what had just happened. "4 more to go, your turn ..." he grinned at Yona, a twisted smirk on his face, before standing up and drawing his rapier, the sand and dust still whirling all around them.

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Word Count: 450
Word Count Total: 1.445 / 2.000

HP: 220 / 220
MP: 110 / 120

Defeated Enemies:
- 1 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)

Spells Used:
- Pressure Rifle (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 5)

Abilities Used:

Yona dropped down to a crouch, going quiet as commanded. With her bright green hair she was likely to stand out like a beacon amidst the tan sand and dusky brown stone ruins. Yona might have enjoyed giving the guy a hard time, but when it came to a real battle, a real job, and one with very real risks, Yona could be quite attentive. She followed the orders of those she trusted to have her back, and while she didn't do so implicitly, Johann received the benefit of the doubt in this situation. She watched his eye glow, a sigil appearing there as he peered through the whirling winds and sands ahead. While crouched beside him, she brushed some of the sand from her cheeks and then reached her hands back to pull the rest of her hair back into a full on pony tail, needing to really keep it controlled in this sort of weather. Doing so showed off the guild tattoo on the back of her pale neck, peeking out over the collar of her white coat.

Yona had trouble seeing through the sand herself, but she caught sight of some shady looking shapes farther out. She ducked her head behind the rocks once more and glanced up to Johann, waiting his assessment. As he explained how many there were and where, asking if she was ready she nodded with a smile. "Yes, captain." She held off on the 'tightpants' figuring captain was enough. And it was not explicitly insulting so he really had nothing he could do or say about it. She heard the small strange sound and imagined the man beside her had somehow taken one of them down from a far off range. "I have an idea, as long as I have some cover, I can get them all pretty good."

Yona stayed down in a crouch and raced towards the next set of broken stone farther ahead. She looked forward and then closed both hands into small fists. She licked her lips and then took off running. Yona raced towards the next patch of dying shrubbery, and then another. She dashed forward until she ran nearly past the group of black robed figures. Yona was lucky not to attract their attention yet. She was laying down a long invisible line, a border for her spell, where every step would release pods of Jabillo seeds into explosive action. It would be loud, but it was a solid idea for handling so many at once. Or at least she thought so.

The green haired woman bounded behind the group, sliding behind a broken wall of ruins. Two of the men turned facing her, hearing her motion. She breathed hard, staying still for a moment, waiting for the men to turn around. Yona peeked around the ruins and saw that both of the black robed figures had taken a couple steps towards the place where she was hiding. But she had significant advantages. The green eyes woman considered it for a second, and then decided to move on forwards. She was hoping if either of the two guard-guys had caught up to her, Johann would have her back. She put a burst of speed on her legs and grit her teeth, pushing herself to run hard and fast. She ran out of the ruins, towards another set of small rocks, then a group of shrubbery.

She was three quarters of the way back to where she had started, but she had to complete the range circle, to complete her spell. Yona could hear the footsteps of the bandits catching up to her but she had no time to turn around and check. She had to keep her hands together and move. She ran hard gasping, hearing the footsteps fade out behind her, but from the roaring winds or the distance she might have put between them, Yona didn't know. She could feel the sand stinging at her face, at her legs, and she could taste the grit of sediment on her lips. She pressed on harder, sliding down to where she had started, behind an area of broken stone, 10m in front of where Johann had hid. She placed her hands down and the Jabillo Alarm spell was complete.

From that point on, any time the people within her enclosed area took a step, he or she was at risk of getting injured, disoriented, and loud bursts and exploding seed pods would fill the air. The spell would have no effects on her or Johann, but it would do its job on the group, and any other who might join the group of 4 that remained. "Come on, come on," She uttered, looking up, down on one knee, her right hand on the rock with her left on the ground. She looked behind her to be sure Johann had gotten her back or that her spell was starting to obliterate and confuse their enemies.


HP: 100
MP: 100%-10 = 90%
WC: 2181

Spell active: 0/2 posts (Starts active on Johann's next post)

Spell Used:

Johann, rapier in hand, listened to the green haired girl named Yona telling him she had an idea before she stormed off, making her way from cover to cover, holding her hands in a manner that made him think she was preparing a spell. Johann stood, seeing her clearly as she got behind a broken wall and was approached by two of the group. Johann was prepared to make his way over to her, and if he had to, he would be there in less than a second, ready to protect the woman who was now part of his family, and cut down their enemies, but she seemed to have other plans as she got out of cover again, the two grunts following her closely. Luckily, she seemed to be able to outrun them failry easily and started making her way back to the spot where she had started out at, and Johann finally understood that Yona had encircled them with her spell. She arrived just seconds later, completing her encirclement and, for a few seconds, the tension was almost tangible before an explosion lit up the shade cast by the enormous clouds of dust. Then, another one, followed by screams and more explosions.

It continued for a few seconds, the explosions lighting up the area while giving off extremely loud cracking sounds, periodically interrupted by bone shaking screams of pain before eventually, all beside the storm around them turned silent. Johann took a few steps away from the cover and towards what he figured to be a minefield, seeing the havoc that the green haired woman standing before him had caused, the twisted and lifeless bodies of the 4 scattered all around, their blood staining the white sand red. "Very impressive, most certainly" Johann commented on the now defeated opponents "but ..." he didn't have to go into any more detail as the sound of more people approaching could be heard in the distance. "It appears as if we are going to have some company soon" he sighed, looking over to his right, spotting a group of around 30 more grunts approaching, incoherent screams, muffled warcries and the sand of the desert filling the air.

"Here we go again" Johann said to himself before getting down on both legs and his left hand, holding his rapier in his right, storming forward at inhuman speeds mere moments later, breaching the sound barrier with the characteristic, loud boom in an instant. The poor man had no idea what happened to him as Johann seperated his body into two with the blade of his rapier and the full force of his insane velocity, but he had no other choice. From now on it was either us or them he thought, being propelled forward by compressed air once more, ramming his rapier into a grunts chest, the man before him collapsing without delay. Another one got close to him, swinging a war axe at Johann. The attack was clumsy and it was obvious that his opponent had no real experience with melee combat, so Johann simply moved around the attack with his superior reflexes, knocking the man out with his elbow before sending a wave of pressurized air from his rapier at another one that was cut down by the force of the attack. Before he knew, he found himself in the middle of a small, yet hectic battlefield.

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Word Count: 566
Word Count Total: 2.011 / 2.000

HP: 220 / 220
MP: 110 / 120

Defeated Enemies:
- 9 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)

Spells Used:
- Sonic Slash (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell
- Sonic Boom (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell

- Pressure Rifle (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 4)

Abilities Used:
- Ancient Odem (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)

Yona peeked her head up and saw the dust and sad rising and falling around the area of her spell. She grinned broadly, impressed by the stupidity of the men. In honesty, she knew if they had stood still, her spell would have no effect. Only real idiots would decide to run around in a mine field and judging from the amount of dust, they really did a good number on themselves. They had gotten blinded, deafened, stunned, and like the truest of fools they had run harder, trying to escape and run out of her spell area. When Johann had given his approval, saying he was impressed, the willow haired woman's face glowed. Her smile got even brighter and her back moved a little straighter. That was what she was hoping for.

Yona watched him as he got to his feet, "Good luck, not that you need it." She knew he was fast, but had not seen him in a real battle. She coughed on the dust he had left behind and then she dashed behind his dusty trail, standing in the center of her Jabillo Alarm spell. The dust blew away and revealed the large group of back up streaming out of the ruins and towards the pair. Bodies were dropping around the blur that was Johann but Yona placed her hands on her hips, unwilling to let him have all the fun. She opened her coat, showing her tight low cut shirt, her curvaceous body, the tiny skirt billowing just enough to get a person wondering if maybe it would go all the way up. "Hey, why don't you all come over here and play?" Yona called out, seductively, charming them.

Still, she smirked, her lime green eyes following as a small contingent broke off from the main and headed for her. As they got closer, she shouted out again, "Come on and get closer," Yona taunted dreamily. She got onto her hands and knees, making wide eyes at them. Something in her lineage made her so alluring she was nigh irresistible. "If you can get over here, I'll turn my own self in." Easy capture, pretty woman, stupid men. It seemed far too easy. And yet, as the group of six raced towards her, setting off explosions of seed pods and screams echoing through the air, still it continued to work. As dust filled the air once more, the men strode on forward, screaming, running, and yet they all had been blinded and stunned. She saw three of them had stopped, swinging spears and swords, trying to fight the pods off and slicing each other with their sharpened blades. Two more had strode almost all the way to the end, and for it, rendering themselves unconscious on the desert sands, covered in bruises, mouths open and agape beneath opened turbans that had unfolded in the blasts.

She actually laughed, getting to her knees, and then moving into a crouch. "Damn, these guys are stupid," She said aloud. She couldn't see much through the floating dust as it began to settle down, but she could hear the metallic sound of a blade sliding through the wind. She felt something tiny but sharp nick her right ear and when she touched it she pulled her hand away to find blood, but the woman had seen nothing in this dust and sand. Yona looked down and saw that a single small dagger had been hurled her way and she had only narrowly missed it. Her eyes squinted, trying to see where the blade had come from exactly. It had to be from someone in the group Johann was battling. Someone who had seen her ploy and the drastic demise of those who fell to it. She swallowed hard, nervous to move, knowing detection was easier if your target moved. She hoped Johann had caught the sneaky blade-throwing bandit, but she couldn't be sure until all the sand settled back down. Her green hair whipped around her body and she shrank downwards, grabbing the little dagger with her left hand, figuring something was better than nothing, and another spell would create enough green light to break through the dust that was equally hindering her foe.

HP: 100
MP: 90%
WC: 2873

Spell active: 1/2 posts

"What the hell ?" Johann couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer stupidity of some of these idiots. Yona would strike a seductive pose for them and they came running straight into a minefield without a second thought. The only real explanation Johann could think of was that the girl was using some sort of magic to manipulate these fools. Still, he took a second to watch, stopping completely in the midst of battle to spectate. Shaking his head, Johann turned his attention back to the group of grunts around him. This proved to be wise decision as just a second later Johann turned to see a blade flying in his direction. He raised his rapier just in time to block the throwing knife, looking up to see a robed man standing a few meters away, his hands full of blades. "You think you're a tough one huh? I'm the captain of these dirty desert rats" the man exclaimed loudly before continuing "and this is what you get for messing with The Cartel, grandpa !" , throwing all of the blades at once, the sharp projectiles cutting through the air towards him.

Johann had enough of wasting time with the small fish, figuring that setting an example would demoralize the bunch and cause them to flee, or at least he hoped so, especially if he could take out their commander. With that, for the first time ever, he spoke the words that had been engraved in not just his mind, but also his right shoulder, the set of runes covering it now glowing in an intense, deep blue. "Indomabilis", the words calmly left his lips as everything around him started to slow down until it all moved as if in slow motion. Johann, however, could still move freely and at his normal speed. As time was distorted to his benefit he, with no haste, walked through the sand that was slowly flying around before him towards the man that still posed as if he had just let go of the throwing daggers, hitting every single blade that was flying in his direction at a ridiculously low speed out of the air with his rapier before positioning himself before the man that had proudly proclaimed such arrogant words just seconds before.

Johann took aim with his rapier, holding his attack, and slowly, a horrified expression found it's way onto the mans face, before Johann's blade cut through the mans neck and seperated the head cleanly from his body. He decided that that was enough and time started to flow normally again, the daggers, along with the head of the man, fell to the ground. The rather violent sandstorm from before had now somewhat cleared up, allowing him to look around, seeing the horrified faces of men that were staring at him, taking steps back, dropping weapons or already running. His plan had succeeded and the undisciplined hoard was fleeing in all directions, and he couldn't help himself but smirk. He turned his head to see how his job partner was doing when he heard even more voices approaching, from what he could gather at least around 10 individuals, sighing at the inability to at least take a short break.

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Word Count: 539
Word Count Total: 2.550 / 2.000

HP: 220 / 220
MP: 115 / 120 +5 MP for regeneration every 3 posts

Defeated Enemies:
- 15 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)

Spells Used:
- Pressure Rifle (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 3)

Abilities Used:
- Ancient Odem (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- Prima - Indomabilis (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 5)

Yona stayed in her low crouch, taking the moment to breathe and wipe the sand from her face. She held the dagger in her hand and waited until the sand cleared. She stood and moved into a backstance, readying to hurl the dagger and her body forward into battle. Her lime green eyes caught the final motion of the man who had thrown the dagger at her: his body falling awkwardly to the ground as his head was torn asunder. Yona rose both of her brows in unison, proud that the man with her could kill with a move like that. Removing a head was no easy task considering all the muscles and the bones, his speed was truly remarkable. Yona bent down and touched the ground with her hand, reaching out to sense other attackers nearby. The sparse shrubs provided little intel, but carrying on the wind from the main ruins were voices. She didn't sense them, but it must have been from the layers of stone they were walking on.

Yona got to her feet and then bit her lip, calling out, "I can slow them down, just keep them in my range." Yona dashed forward, dagger in hand. Once she had caught up to stand right beside Johann, she tucked the small hilt between her fingers, lifting her hands and then letting them fall, fingers wiggling like rain. Even as the group of ten armed criminals came charging out at them, armed with scimitars and large warhammers, Yona had attended to the area with a solid plan in mind. An array of rain fell from the sky above them, all around her in a little less than 57 ft radius. But as much as it looked like rain, it was not; the clear fluid falling was a sticky dew which had no effect on her or Johann, but both slowed the speed of her targets and skewed their aim. "After a hit or two, they will be able to adjust and fix their aim if they're smart. Should be easy for us to take them out," Yona explained to him.

And her spell had better have done so, given that the group approached quickly and began to surround the pair in a half formed circle. Five to one odds, weren't great, Yona thought, but she also knew Johann was strong enough to handle himself. And Yona of course would never doubt her own self. She held the dagger, a short six inch blade and moved into a half crouched- modified front stance, turning her back to the one man she had doubted she would, Johann. Yona was sure he would have her back. Her black coal necklace swayed on its chain over her chest, her green whip of hair twirling in the air over head and behind her. The willow haired woman's clothes were quickly soaked with the dew, but it would be nothing that could slow her or Johann down. When the first of the five facing her went for her, she didn't even move, watching as his blade slid past her harmlessly, and her dagger sank into his chest with ease. A smile played on her pink lips, feeling the dagger sink into the flesh and muscle, avoiding the ribs and sternum and striking true. She stepped forward, removing the dagger from his chest and slashing at his throat twice, just to be sure, spraying her white coat and boots with the vermillion blood of her opponent.


HP: 100
MP: 80%
WC: 3453

Spells:
Jabillo Alarm- Cooldown 1/3 posts

Sundew Mire - Duration:

Yona quickly made her way back over to Johann, evidently somewhat impressed with Johanns abilities as the expression on her face gave away, the feeling of accomplishment making it's way into his thoughts. He wasn't one to show off really, but it was the first time he used the ability that his blood had provided him with, and he was pleased with the incredible strength and the impression that Indomabilis left behind. There was no time for pride or glory however as another group of warriors made it's way over to the two West Fiore Trading Company mages, quickly surrounding them.

The first one to act was not him, but the woman beside him, casting a spell that Johann had seen before, causing a shower of sticky, small drops of clear fluid to fall from above. She explained to him the exact purpose of the spell, Johann simply responding with a "Understood, nice job" before casting another spell himself, a grey magic circle appearing beneath his feet, streams of wind and pressure surrounding his body before he compressed it into a more tangible form, the compressed air encasing him to look akin to the armor of a knight, although in a highly aerodynamic shape, enhancing his acceleration even further. It was now that he realized that his job partner wasn't truly what he believed her to be, but actually a competent mage hiding behind a facade of snarky remarks and annoyed expressions. He was glad that the CEO made the decision to let her join the West Fiore Trading Company, although he kept it to himself as of yet.

Johann ran forward, a swordsman's scimitar flying towards him but ultimately missing him completely, striking the sand beside him, retaliating with a slash of his own blade across the man's chest. The group split into two, five going after Yona, the other four going after him, and he couldn't help but worry about the girl with the leaf coloured hair. She was a newcomer, after all, prompting him to glance over at her to see how she was doing just in time to see her finish off one of the men with two quick strikes and outstanding accuracy.

He also saw something else, a brute of a man, wielding an enormous hammer, no doubt of incredible weight, appearing behind her, ready to slam the weapon down at the unsuspecting Yona. Johann lost no time, exploding into a stream of pressure and wind once more to launch himself at speeds that made him invisible to the naked eye, but it was too late to stop the attack, and all he could do was use his own body to shield her, taking the full brunt of the attack to the arms he had crossed before his chest. He was certain that the monstrous weapon would've broken his bones with ease had he not had his armor, but he was launched to the side nonetheless, his arms and chest stinging with incredible pain. Still, he lost no time, the man's guard was down, so he raised his arm, an unfathomable amount of air pressure descending onto the brute, crushing him into a pulp instantly. "Open your eyes, new girl" he called out at Yona not with annoyance or hate, but a streak of care, in his voice before spitting out a bit of blood, ready to keep fighting.

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Word Count: 565
Word Count Total: 3.115 / 2.000

HP: 180 / 220
MP: 100 / 120

Defeated Enemies:
- 15 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)
- 3 / 10 Cartel Swordsmen (normal)

Spells Used:
- Sonic Slash (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell
- Sonic Boom (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell

- Pressure Rifle (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)
- Mach1na (Duration left: 4 / Cooldown left: - ; Used the stored MP of an item to cast this spell)
- Pressure Crush (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 3)

Abilities Used:
- Prima - Indomabilis (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 4)

Yona pulled back the dagger and felt someone bump her from behind. She turned her head to see Johann shouting, the large hammer smashing him to the side of her. Her eyes widened, surprised. First, she was impossibly surprised that he actually had her back. And second, she couldn't believe that he actually took a hit, given how fast he was. The man he had hit had already been crushed into a slimy pile of pink and red goo and she made a face. "I'm trying, you ok?" Yona asked him, turning back to the fight. She moved back quickly, taking a defensive position over him where he fell to the side. Whether he was fallen or just knocked off balance, Yona needed to get in front of him before another attacker took advantage. She bent to the ground and pulled her Blade of Thorns from the ground, taking a back stance and lifting it up from the sand with a bright green glow.

Two had rushed her before she could fully stand, placing her in an awkward off balance pose, blocking a scimitar from each of the attackers before her. She bent backwards, wavering on her feet. The men were too strong for a single woman to handle on her own. She bit her lip and then made a rash decision, falling to the ground and dropping her arms. As she hit the ground, landing on her back, she watched as her two attackers nearly fell forward, their own momentum pushing them towards where she had been defending. She swung her blade around in front of her, cutting at the legs of the armored men. They didn't really stumble or fall, but it was a good solid hit.

The only issue is that now, the green haired woman was on her back, using her blade to defend herself from the attackers above. She used her legs to kick at the two men in front of her, hoping to knock them off balance, kick them away. She leaned back and shouted loudly, pushing her arms upwards, bringing a second arc of her Blade of Thorns over the men's exposed underbellies. The men were slowed enough by the dew that it had given her a chance to react in such a way. Yona hoped it was enough, and she was breathing hard, "Johann, I," She didn't want to admit that she needed help, but she had chosen stupidly by moving downwards and even though he had just gotten injured, she needed him. Yona thought that it was a smart way to get her two attackers off of her, but it was unlikely to be so. It didn't help that she could see the feet of the others getting closer, another two approaching from behind her head. If they didn't kill her, she was vulnerable enough to attack lying on the ground.


HP: 100
MP: 80%
WC: 4100

Spells:
Jabillo Alarm- Cooldown 2/3
Sundew Mire- Duration 2/3, Cooldown 0/5

Johann pulled himself back up, a bit of red liquid running from the corner of his mouth, before he got back into a firm fighting stance, his right hand still clinging to the hilt of his sword. "Never been better" he gave back to Yona's question, who now made her way over to try and assist him as much as possible, pulling out a blade from the ground and engaging two of the Cartel swordsmen in melee. Johanns arms and chest were still aching, but it was manageable, and when the green haired girl called out for him, he did not hesitate any longer. Before the man knew it, the blade of Johanns rapier had pierced the unarmored neck of one of the two with an incredible speed, launching the man off his feet and into the side of a dune. He wouldn't get back up. Johann, who had lost his momentum, took one step back before jumping forward, his blade clashing with the scimitar of the swordsman beside Yona, sending sparks flying everywhere.

For a moment he struggled holding himself against the much larger blade of his opponent, but he quickly compressed air in his left hand before shoving it in the mans face, speeding after him as the ensuing shockwave violently launched the swordsman back, kicking the man into the sand mid-flight before compressing air in his left hand once more, forming it into a small orb and throwing it at him. The spell made contact the man and exploded instantly, causing a small, glassed crater to appear where the man had been just seconds ago, his now mangled body in its middle. "Maybe this hunt is gonna be fun, after all" Johann thought to himself, spotting two more soldiers making their way to his partner, a grin spreading across his face under the helmet of his armor.

With the compressed air propelling him forward again, he made his way back to and past Yona at a superior velocity, his rapier striking one of the men at the base of his arm with hypersonic speed before slicing it off entirely, sending the limb that was still grasping a weapon flying, and ramming his weapon into the man's side. These men had armor, that much was true, but as Johann knew all too well, every armor had it's weak spots, especially the low end mix of random metal pieces and leather stripes these thugs were wearing for battle. Still, Johann didn't underestimate them for a single second now that he had witnessed their level of prowess in melee first hand, and continued to keep his guard up, dodging around the attacks of another swordsman with unrivaled agility before appearing behind the man with unparalleled speed, his weapon emerging from the other side of the man's chest before he, too, fell to his knees and forward. Johann looked up, the fury of battle shining in his red left eye, to see that only 3 of the 10 swordsmen remained, the visibly cowed bunch standing before them, a satisfied expression finding its way onto his face before he turned his head to his job partner to see how she was doing.

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Word Count: 531
Word Count Total: 3.646 / 2.000

HP: 180 / 220
MP: 95 / 120 +10 from natural MP recovery every 5 posts

Defeated Enemies:
- 15 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)
- 7 / 10 Cartel Swordsmen (normal)

Spells Used:
- Sonic Slash (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell
- Sonic Boom (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell

- Pressure Rifle (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- Mach1na (Duration left: 3 / Cooldown left: - )
- Pressure Crush (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)
- Pressure Bomb (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2 ; Used the stored MP of an item to cast this spell)
- Pressure Grenade (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 3)

Abilities Used:
- Prima - Indomabilis (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 3)

The three that remained looked nervously at the pair and Yona took that moment to wipe sweat from her brow. She narrowed her lime green eyes and watched as the three spread out, making a wide triangle, trying to limit Johann's ability to use his speed by keeping the distances between the men wide enough to deal harm. It was a risky maneuver, and from their faces, the men knew it. To be fair, she considered, it was their best option. The green haired woman straightened her stance, and then looked at the three black robed cartel. To her surprise, one was a fierce brown eyes woman and another appeared to be a young man with grey eyes. It was strange and unusual to say the least. The third was short and stout, but obviously combat hardened, a scar over his cheek and one down his arm where the robe had moved back.

To make it worse, while Johann had decimated most of the group of swords men, both the woman and the man carried large hammers, a pointed end on one side, and a solid rounded square on the other. Strange weapons too, with shining copper hilts. They were probably stolen, Yona deduced. While the female appeared ready to strike with her hammer, holding it two handed, both of the males held something in their hands. The formation was strange, quick, well practiced. These three weren't going to be as easy as the others had been. And they certainly weren't as stupid. Yona held her sword and faced the woman before her, the white turban flapping around loosely by her chin. The woman met her eyes but waited just a pause before striking, moving quickly through the mire, slowed only slightly. Yona was in close enough distance that speed hardly mattered.

It would appear the three had seen the effects of the mire, making the other swordsmen fail most attacks and move more slowly, and they had taken it into account when preparing this strike. Oh, these three were ready to go by the time Johann had finished with the two he had killed on his own. Both of the men hurled the small smoke Lacrima with precision, taking into mind the slight difference in aim so as to be precise with their move. The smoke Lacrima struck around Johann, filling the immediate area with smoke. The goal seemed to be to put him out of commission for a moment while the female took Yona down. After all, she was the weaker fighter and once she was downed, it would be three on one for Johann.

Yona hadn't the time to think about all the details, or even notice all the planned movements, her lime green eyes were on the female's large hammer. She lifted her Blade of Thorns and blocked the first downward strike with ease, holding it up over her head. In revealing her torso, the attacking female lashed out with a strong forward kick, pushing Yona backwards. Yona stumbled slightly, taking a back step and the hammer was moved in a downward side arc, aiming to crack against Yona's waist. Yona jumped back again, and the two women were moving farther and farther away from the men with every step. Yona licked her lips as the woman pressed forward harder, faster, her aim impeccable, annoyingly so given the Sundew Mire still in effect. "Come on, let's see how well you do without your man to protect you," Yona's opponent sneered. As the hammer narrowly missed her the second time, Yona thrust her blade forward and gave a stab to the woman's chest. It cracked the armor but it wasn't enough to move all the way through- leave it to the new guild member to choose the toughest place on the armor to strike.

Yona struck out again, pulling her sword back and stabbing forward, towards the waist-joint area, aiming to slide the blade into the flesh there. She succeeded but the hammer came through a third time. Yona was forced to lean back to avoid getting hit in the face, but her Blade was not so lucky, shattering as it took the full blow of the hammer. Yona's anger showed clear on her face, but she swore, "I will kill you for that!"

Meanwhile, Johann would be surrounded by thick smoke, rendering it near impossible to see while the two men approached him, impatient to get started with the smashing and hacking and grinning as the Mire spell finally ended.


HP: 100
MP: 80%
WC: 4855

Spells:
Jabillo Alarm- Cooldown 3/3
Sundew Mire- Duration 3/3, Cooldown 0/5

Johann tried to make his way back quickly, getting closer to the rest of the swordsmen and his job partner again when the three started spreading out, their weapons shining in the bright, scorching desert sun. They obviously had more experience and combat prowess than their fallen comrades given how their movements were more fluid, almost elegant,  in nature, quickly making their way through the spell that Yona had set up with little effect. They were obviously more intelligent and skilled, as they started getting closer quickly, two of them throwing something in Johann's direction. The spherical objects cracked upon hitting the ground before him, sand splashing up around, releasing a dense cloud of smoke with a sizzling sound that filled the area around him immediately. Johann was surprised and took a step back, readying his rapier in his right and crouching down a little, coughing as the smoke started to fill his lungs.

Johann was certain that this was to make it easier for them to surprise him, get a few hits and retreat back into the smoke before he could react, but he knew that his reflexes and speed would be faster, so he stood there, waiting for one of them to strike when he heard what sounded like steel clashing, realizing that he had misinterpreted the smoke. They didn't want to distract him to surprise, or even attack him, but try to separate him from his job partner. Johann had underestimated the three, but he knew that he wasn't gonna do it a second time, lifting up his left hand, a magic circle appearing beneath his feet. A bubble of concentrated air formed around his body almost instantaneously, exploding outward with a loud bang just a moment later, blowing away the smoke around him, sand and dust flying through the air. It looked like he had cast the spell just in time, seeing how Yona and one of the robed Cartel members quickly moving away from the other two and Johann while the two swordsmen had come rather close to him, their weapons ready to swing at the wind mage. In fact, one blade was already on its way to strike the elder male, slicing through the air and aimed at his back.

He barely had any time to act, but his incredibly fast reflexes saved him, another white magic circle appearing at his left hand that was pointing towards the man behind him. The air around him seemed to crystallize, being compressed so much that it formed a physical barrier around him, the swordsman's weapon simply bouncing off the surface. The air quickly dispelled, allowing Johann to move freely, the WFTC mage easily dashing around the robed man, stabbing his rapier through his shoulder, the sound of flesh ripping apart filling the air, before retreating back a few meters, two Cartel members now before him.

The one that was now injured had dropped his sword, fiddling in his pocket to try and pull something out, but Johann wouldn't give them another chance to use those smoke bombs on him, quickly storming forward, cleanly slicing off the hand that was holding the round object before slashing his rapier across the man's back with a large swing, backing off as the smoke lacrima hit the ground beside the other man. Once more, the smoke lacrima caused a large cloud of smoke to cover the surrounding area in a thick, white layer, only this time it wasn't Johann who was trapped in it. The man inside the smoke seemed to turn rapidly, disoriented, his head trying to make out any movement in the dense cloud, not noticing the WFTC approaching him from behind until it was too late and Johann catapulted forward, his rapier hitting the man's armor with the force of hypersonic speed, penetrating it along with the mans chest. He fell to the ground and quickly dashed out of the smoke, trying to make out Yonas position to see if she needed any help.

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Word Count: 667
Word Count Total: 4.313 / 2.000

HP: 180 / 220
MP: 100 / 120 +5 MP recovery every 3 posts

Defeated Enemies:
- 15 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)
- 9 / 10 Cartel Swordsmen (normal)

Spells Used:
- Sonic Slash (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell
- Sonic Boom (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell

- Mach1na (Duration left: 2 / Cooldown left: - )
- Pressure Crush (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- Pressure Bomb (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- Pressure Grenade (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)
- Pressure Cloak (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 3; Used the stored MP of an item to cast this spell)

Abilities Used:
- Prima - Indomabilis (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)

"Hisamori," Yona shouted through the clashing sound of weapons nearby. The woman didn't have the time to look and she had no doubt that the old man had taken care of those other two with more ease than the cartel would have suspected, with or without those smoke lacrima. The brown eyed woman made a face, clearly confused. "What? That's supposed to mean something?" The female demanded of her, her hammer swinging for Yona again. Yona considered her options, breathing hard. The fight had been tiring for her so far. "Hisamori," Yona repeated again to the chagrin of the other woman.

Yona had yet to sustain any injury and she was still breathing hard. This woman was faster (especially without the Mire), more battle hardened, and Yona would not be able to draw her weapon for a while yet. Every time the green haired female tried to lift her hand for a spell, the hammer swooped in nearly taking her arm off. Her face darkened, the glory of a sure-kill at the cost of something of her own. Yona was okay with this, and even a bit happy. She would be judged less for a gory unkempt take-down if she appeared to be injured as well.

This time when the hammer came in, Yona side stepped the way a first-time-fighter might, taking the hammer blunt to her left side. It came crashing down on her ribs, but from the side and the angle of Yona's side step, the hammer only cracked a few. That isn't to say it wasn't painful, as even Yona cried out loudly, grabbing for her side and falling to her knees. The dramatic flare, the crying out, and the face of fear looking up at her opponent- it would be hard to tell for anyone, even someone that knew her, what was real and was not. After having hit what looked like a solid and disabling blow, Yona's enemy looked down at her with smugness. "Interesting last word," She commented.

Yona lifted her hand from her wound, wincing, looking up and suddenly raising her hand at a sharp angle. Three shoots of bamboo shot up from the ground at an angle, piercing through the jointed armor behind her knees and through her left hip. The pain would be sudden, and the female dropped her weapon on the ground. "It's my name. The name of the person who will have killed you dead." Yona smirked through her own agony, lifting up the fallen hammer and hefting it over her shoulder. "Damn this is heavy," Yona chuckled. She groaned a bit, her stomach flipping once inside as her ribs settled, the green haired female standing up and getting to her feet.

Yona lifted the hammer and moved to bring it down hard on the back of the other woman's neck, unless of course otherwise prevented in doing so.

HP: 100-40 = 60
MP: 80%-10= 70%
WC: 5335

Spells:
Sundew Mire- Cooldown 1/5
Blade of Thorns - Cooldown 1/2
Bamboo Rend- Duration 1/1 Cooldown 0/2

Johann watched from a small distance as the battle between the two women unfurled before him, Yona eventually striking down her enemy with a harsh blow to the neck, the foe lying before them in the scorching desert sands, motionless. With no more enemies in sight, Johann made his way over to the emerald haired woman, who seemed to have been injured a fair bit as well. "You okay there, new girl ?" it was more of a rhetorical question, he had seen the blow against her ribcage. "Here. Apply to the affected area" he jokingly told Yona before he spawned 3 little bubbles from his hand, sending 2 other to Yona. "That should heal the wounds entirely" he commented on the 2 bubbles floating towards her while he put the one he had kept on his arm, the swelling disappearing instantly. It were moments like these when Johann appreciated the natural affinity of Wind towards healing when he otherwise didn't need it.

The Vice President started looking around and over the remains of the small horde that had attacked them before turning his gaze back to the ruins. "It appears we still have a fair bit of work ahead of us. I hope you are ready" he told the recruit beside him before setting a foot forward, making his way to a half collapsed stone wall before looking over, trying to get a good look into the open ruins, not expecting the fireball that came flying towards him and only narrowly missed his face, splashing at the other side of the wall, sending sparks flying in all directions. "Yona. COVER" he shouted to the newbie without thinking as more fireballs started hitting the wall, bathing the surrounding area in red light and glowing cinder before a stream of wind sliced through his cover, the heavy stone brick wall now collapsing as Johann dashed off and to the side.

He turned and, as the smoke cleared, saw before him a group of 5, each dressed in a long, crimson red robe and wielding a shining steel staff with feathers at the top. Johann had no time to inspect them closer as another wave of wind came bursting in his direction, this time carrying with it the sand of the desert. The Cartel mage was undoubtedly trying to impair his vision but the speed mage was faster, bursting through the sand and sending a wave of pressurized air of his own that looked like it hit the man at the head before he collapsed. The two WFTC barely had had any time to relax and now found themselves in the midst of battle once more ...

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Word Count: 445
Word Count Total: 4.758 / 2.000

HP: 210  / 220 +30HP from healing
MP: 100 / 120

Defeated Enemies:
- 15 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)
- 10 / 10 Cartel Swordsmen (normal)
- 1 / 5 Cartel Mages (strong)

Spells Used:
- Sonic Slash (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell
- Sonic Boom (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell

- Mach1na (Duration left: 1 / Cooldown left: - )
- Pressure Grenade (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- Pressure Cloak (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)
- First-Aid Bubbles (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 5; used the stored charge of an item to cast this spell)

Abilities Used:
- Prima - Indomabilis (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- Tornado's Wrath (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)

Yona lifted her head huffing in pain. She let go of the hammer and let it fall to the sandy ground by her feet. She arched and grabbed for her side, wincing at the pain in her ribs. Were they cracked or broken? She bit her lip so hard she felt it split and could taste the weak iron in her blood. Not great, she thought to herself, but definitely worth it. Yona's green hues took in the dead woman at her feet and she felt accomplished for it. As Johann approached she made a smile appear on her lips, though the pain she was in was no secret either to her job-companion. "See, can handle myself fine." Some might have made the argument that sustaining such an injury made her own attacks and small wins pale in comparison to Johann's. Or even appear sad in comparison to what it should have been had Yona kept a clear unemotional head.

She gave him an affirmative nod as he asked about her condition and looked gratefully at the bubbles he sent towards her. She could only assume he was right about the healing properties. Yona opened her coat, but didn't have to move much. Her cropped later revealed the large bruise and clear disfigurement of her ribs. When his healing bubbles landed upon her skin, Yona actually let out little groans as the pain left her. "Gods, thank you," Yona breathed. Every moment brought new reasons to admire the white haired man with her, and she was clearly treating him with more respect and less distrust. Johann moved off to crouch by a crumbled wall, Yona stayed where she was out in the open, still examining her injury.

As Yona bent forwards and twisted her hips, she saw no funky colored bruising and the absence of pain went along with the absence of the strange disfigured shapes under her skin. Sudden warnings shouted to her from the crumbled wall got the young mage's attention. Yona glanced up sharply and took in the sight of bright fireballs swarming around Johann and heading her way. She dropped herself to the ground, falling on the dead body of her opponent and missing getting hit by wind or fire both. She lifted her head and saw the red robed figures coming out of the ruins with silver staves. They were clearly not messing around, though Yona couldn't blame them. Johann and she had just finished decimating what had to be most of the bandit crew.

She was pleased to see Johann escape as the wall he had been hiding behind turned to dust, however Yona felt suddenly trapped. What could she offer in this situation here? Five powerful mages against just her and Johann? She hated to think it, but Johann was far better than she was in a fight. Still, he couldn't take on all five at once. What he needed most was a glorified distraction, though Yona doubted her beauty would work this time on its own. Yona had to give him enough time and spread the attention of the red robed mages so he could land a hit. And with healing like he had, well, what had the green-haired woman to lose?

Johann had her back, and so Yona would show him that she had his as well. Though Yona's magical power was clearly full enough to be used, Yona knew it would take time before she could use her spells again. They took time to replenish, for energy or whatever reason, the plant-woman never did understand. Yona snuck her hand into the side belt of the woman she was laying on, grabbing the dagger there and hiding it inside of her bulky coat sleeve. Then she quickly got up and lifted her hands in surrender. She nearly got hit with a blast of wind aiming for her, but a quick twist and side step of her body prevented that. She walked quickly, filled with intention with both hands palm out and visible, shouting to the mages, "I give up, I give up! Please, don't kill me! I'm sorry!"

The green haired woman was really good at selling it. A face like her's, beautiful and nearly perfect in symmetry, was often doubted to be serious. She looked more like an innocent than she did a stubborn killer or rival guild member. Yona got away with more because of her face. When she was almost hit with a second blast of wind, she shrieked like a panicked innocent civilian and started running towards the five red robed mages. "Oh god, I give up please!" She declared, and then pointed a finger to where Johann had run and hidden himself. "He's over there and I didn't even want to come. I was forced to be here, I don't even like him, please!" Yona had seemed to get their attention long enough to have three of them hesitate and pause. Two of those three stepped forwards slowly, using their staffs like walking sticks and moving towards her in the opening of the large ruins.

"You can have all my stuff too, I have a... well. A have a small bag of jewels, but that's really it. Please, I'll do anything, anything, just don't hurt me!" Yona drawled on, sounding more terrified and weak. She wondered briefly if Johann might even believe her betrayal. Actually, it wouldn't hurt if he helped her out by accusing her of doing just that. Showcasing anger, disappointment, making threats- all would add commendations to her lies and stories. Yona didn't have the magic to take the five on directly like Johann might have. But her approach and surrender to the two mages who finally reached her, had to help him at least a little bit.


*5 Mages need 5 C ranked damage hits each


HP: 60+60 heal = 100hp
MP: 70% + 10% regen = 80%
WC: 6300

Spells:
Sundew Mire- Cooldown 2/5
Blade of Thorns - Cooldown 2/2
Bamboo Rend- Cooldown 1/2

Johann was quick to realize that the one he had just knocked out had been more than just a lucky hit as another one of the Cartel mages came closer, searing flames covering the figures staff almost entirely before the man started swinging down, Johann just barely evading the blow by swiftly jumping to the side, the inferno instantly glassing the sand where he had stood just a moment ago. Before Johann could even stand up straight the robed figure had elegantly swung their staff around, the burning silver now rushing at his back. Inside him, at this moment his mind went completely blank and his instincts took over, the cold and analytical mind being blown away by a firestorm of rage and hate. "Suscitatio" with a single word, his blood was almost literally guiding him and his cursed left eye turned completely black, a deeply crimson pupil shining in its middle and the runes that covered the left half of his body burned themselves all over his skin, now covering not just both hands, arms etc, but also the face before they, too, started shining in a blood red. Johann's arm went up, blocking the hit with the staff that was now red hot from the heat, burning away his clothes and flesh, but he paid the pain no mind, grabbing the staff with his free hand, producing a sizzling sound and pulling it, ripping it from the obviously startled and more than confused person before throwing it away with a large swing, the Cartel mage hastily stumbling back.

The skin on Johann's lower arm and hands was gone and his flesh charred, the wounds starting to close and the body regenerating in a matter of seconds. Before he could do anything the panicking fire mage was sending a wave of flames at him but he countered with his own blast, a sphere of pressurized wind blowing through the spell and sending glowing sparks and flame everywhere before Johann dashed forward, invigorated by the raw strength that his blood would temporarily grant him, grabbing the robed figure by the neck and lifting her up with his left arm. Now that Johann had gotten closer he could see the face of a woman under the red hood of the cartel, her hate filled eyes meeting his normal right and his black left eye as he was staring up at her, the mage struggling, fidgeting and flailing wildly as she tried to break free by any means necessary. Johann tilted his head to the side, looking at the woman fight for a few second as she was kicking him, punching his arm and unable to breathe while he was debating with himself, turning and throwing the Cartel mage into a nearby stone wall that collapsed on top of her from the force of the impact that shook the ground. It wouldn't quite kill the mage but Johann made sure that it would hurt for a long, long time.

Johann grinned sinisterly as the odds evened out, turning his attention to the rest of the robed mages to bear witness to something that completely wiped away the cruel satisfaction he was feeling, leaving him with the strong desire to hit himself in the face with his flat hand in shame. He discovered that Yona had not only made her way to the remaining mages, she had also raised her hands up, surrendering and pointing towards the brick wall he was standing at while telling them preposterous falsehoods, that he had forced her, that she'd give up and that she ... didn't like him ? The Speed mage was more than just confused for a second, truly believing that the woman was such a weak willed individual while doubting her allegiance when it dawned on him and he had to make an effort to actually keep himself from facepalming, realising that she was pulling the same trick she had used on those other ones earlier. He decided to play along. "She could really try and warn me about these things" the man sighed under his breath, annoyed.

"New girl ..." Johann called over in a dead serious voice, making an effort to put some of his anger into what he was saying "You do realize that traitors face a punishment worse than death ? When I will be done ripping out their organs and splattering them across the sands it's going to be your turn !" he kept talking, concentrating magic energy in his left hand, hoping that the group wouldn't notice the sudden shift of the wind around them. Lucky for him the bunch seemed intimidated by what they had witnessed just before, none of them attacking or even running as he got closer, one foot slowly following the other before he had finally come into an effective range for his spell, raising his hand to trap the 3 mages and Yona in a whirl of storm like winds that was picking up the sand of the desert, making it impossible for anyone in there to see a thing.

The green haired girl wouldn't exactly get out of that entirely unscathed, but it was a sacrifice Johann was willing to make to present the two of them with the opportunity to strike. He jumped forward, the pressurized air propelling him at enormous speed as he broke into the miniature dust storm he had created, flying into one of the robed figures fist first, the force of the impact launching them back and out of the whirlwind and into the side of a dune. That one wouldn't get up too soon either, and with that Johann maneuvered through the howling wind that carried with it the dust and sand that was whipping against the side of his face with ferocious force, trying to find Yona to pull her out of the spell that was turning everything within 30 meters into a potentially deadly projectile.

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Word Count: 992
Word Count Total: 5.750 / 2.000

HP: 220 / 270
MP: 65 / 120

Defeated Enemies:
- 15 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)
- 10 / 10 Cartel Swordsmen (normal)
- 3 / 5 Cartel Mages (strong)

Spells Used:
- Sonic Slash (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell
- Sonic Boom (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell

- Mach1na (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 7 )
- Pressure Bomb (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2; Used the stored charge of an item to cast this spell)
- Pressure Cloak (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- First-Aid Bubbles (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 4)
- Pressure Low (Duration left: 3 / Cooldown left: -)

Abilities Used:
- Tornado's Wrath (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- Suscitatio (Duration left: 5 / Cooldown left: -)

Fortunately, Yona's pretty face did give the red robed mages pause. The two she approached made an effort to grab for her arms and pull her inbetween them. She heard one of them curse and whisper under his breath, "We'll take this one to the boss, kill the guy then." As Johann dispatched the third mage in a row, the two mages shifted uncomfortably. Yona felt their unease in the way they gripped her arms through her bulky coat sleeves. Her face was neutralized of all emotion besides that of fear and desperation, completing her role and her manipulations. She could only hope the red mage on her right didn't feel the dagger tucked inside of her coat sleeve even still. The green haired woman gasped, whimpering as Johann called out his threats; he would maim them and then she as a traitor would face even worse. "No!" She shrieked taking a quick step back, trying to run or hide herself away.

The two mages weren't having any of her games and held firmly to her arms still. That was annoying. How could she stab them literally and figuratively in the back if they didn't release her to hide like a dainty female civilian behind them. So much for the masculine urge to protect the weak and needy, it was so unreliable in situations like these. Johann cast his spell and the wind whipped up around the three of them. Together, linked by Yona in between the mages, they stepped back a couple paces, trying to get out of the wind and the sand. It whirled around them, stinging Yona's face and hands, pinging like insect bites over her tender light colored flesh. And that was when she thought of it: insects. Yona released her chemical signals, a smell unnoticed by human nostrils, an immediate summon for the aid of the arthropods hiding in the ground and in the rocks and shrubs around.

Small circular beetles with shining blue carapaces crawled up her legs, over her stomach, making her bite down on her split lip to stop from giggling. The beetles slid themselves over her bare arms and around the gripping fingers of the enemies. They climbed out of her coat sleeves, all well hidden in the current ordeal of the sand storm they were centralized in. Yona kept her mouth closed, trying to not breathe in the sand pelting her in the face, and she closed her eyes for a similar reason. The beetles made there way over the hands and arms of the red robed mages, and then they went to work biting and pincing with vigor. It wasn't much, but it was something. The swarms of beetles grew stronger and stronger, sliding into the robes of the mages and gnawing on the skin beneath. The two men released her and began slapping at their arms and chests, trying to get the feeling away. In the course of the wind and sand flinging rocks and sand around, it was as if they were naked- getting struck even under their clothing. A fist sized rock smacked Yona in the back of the head and she yelped out, mostly in surprise.

It was about time to back out of the danger of Johann's storm, she thought to herself. She slid the dagger from its hiding place and turned quickly to her side, listening to the sound of the cries of one of the mages. The little blade found its way inbetween the folds of the robes and inbetween the bars of the man's ribs. His cries turned into a loud scream just as she began backstepping her way into the hidden compound of the ruin. When the feel of the wind and sand and rocks pelting her stopped, she stopped backstepping, brushing her face clear of the sand and shaking some of the pebbles from her long green hair. Yona coughed and felt a hand on her shoulder. "Think you overdid it with that storm, Johann?" She questioned the man, turning around to look up at the face of a man adorned in jewelry and gold. A half unraveled turban hung from the face of a olive skinned man. He gripped her shoulder tighter as Yona analyzed him, realizing he was the leader of the bandit group and not in fact Johann.

He wore all black, a white uncoiling turban showcasing the trimmed dark beard and thick eyebrows of the male. He had an angry expression, despite all the golden pieces decorating his earlobes, neck, and arms. She was surprised to find anywhere with skin also came with a piece of functional riches, an armband of gold here and a ruby ring there. Yona swallowed hard, and then the leader smiled. "I'm Daza, not Johann." Yona saw nearby a rocky wall, and floor was broken pieces of marble and limestone. If she could just reach down or over and touch the surface, out she could pull her Blade of Thorns once more. The green haired woman darted towards the wall and dark eyed Daza released her to do so. She could see Johann begin to emerge from the cloud of winds in the entrance of the ruins and she begged for him to turn around and see what was going on. But with the mages still alive in the cloud, neither was Yona about to risk his life in distracting him by calling out. She placed her hand upon the wall until a vibrant green glow appeared, drawing out a long green scimitar.

Chortling as he watched, Daza himself shook his head lightly. He tsk-tsk'd, and then lifted one hand, a golden hilted scimitar with a glinting sharp edge drew itself out of his scabbard. "I can beat you with no hands, little girl," Daza spoke, his thick accent coating each syllable in mockery of the young mage herself. The combination of his blazing rage at what Yona and Johann had dared to do and his amusement by the way she thought she would fight him with his own favored weapon was a dark and dangerous sound. His other hand had simultaneously lifted like a quick back hand, sending a wave of force towards Johann and attempting to blow the white haired man off his feet, through his own storm, and back out into the desert. With luck, Daza had hoped Johann might hit one of those crumbling stone walls, but his attention was on the green haired girl. "Let's play then, and without any distractions, hm?" Yona lifted up her scimitar fearlessness in her own expression and readied it while Daza moved the blade with his mind, sending it swiftly coursing to meet with Yona's own. He figured he could toy with her a bit before making her pay for all of the damages done.


HP: 100
MP: 80%
WC: 7435

Spells:
Sundew Mire- Cooldown 3/5
Bamboo Rend- Cooldown 2/2

Johann, now standing in the middle of the whirlwind, turned and dashed out of the storm when he heard Yonas voice outside of the soaring vortex of dust and sand, his heightened senses helping him find his way through the wind since the farthest he could see was about 1 m in each direction. He broke through the thick layer of the dust storm , taking a second to come back to his senses as the desert sun blinded his enhanced vision , turning a few times to see Yona making a dash for a nearby wall, a tall man, wrapped in both a black coat with a white turban and excessive amounts of jewelry, a few meters behind her. He was about to storm off and help her as she drew out her own blade when the man drew his sword before he did something with his hand, a wave of pure energy gripping Johann by the shoulders and launching him back through the still raging storm, past the other two mages and into a sand dune a good 100m away from where he had just stood, crashing into the sand and sliding across, finally coming to a painful stop. For just a few seconds, he was lying there, his limbs and torso aching with pain as his cracked and crushed bones rearranged themselves and healed, a little stream of his own blood running from his forehead before the tiny drops splashed into the scorching desert sand and he spat out more of the crimson red liquid.

Johann slowly stood up, using his rapier to support himself before he raised his head. The attack had broken his own spell and the storm had dissipated, the two remaining mages now around 20 meters before him. One of the two was holding his side, obviously injured, his expression dominated by his pain and anger. The two men had dropped their robes for reasons unknown to Johann, revealing that they too were wearing the same black coats as the other Cartel members. "Looks like it's 2 on one now, grandpa. You're not gonna get past us. We'll make you pay for what you've done ..." one of the two bellowed out before a flame sprang forth from his hand. The other Cartel mage joined in, shooting a stream of wind from his hands as they combined their attacks to create a jet of flame that came rushing towards Johann, hitting the sand where had stood just a moment before as he acrobatically jumped to the side, glassing it instantly.

The WFTC mage had just about enough of the Cartel with their constant need to boast, their sketchy tricks and whatever else they came up with. He cared not for the two men, his real target was their leader, the tall one with the abnormal magic and the large scimitar. He had to end this sooner rather than later, and with that exploded forward towards one of the men. The other one however saw it coming and a wall of flame rose up before him as the other sent out a blade of wind, with the speed mage only narrowly avoiding the blow with the help of his magic and his lightning fast reflexes. This was bad. Johann couldn't make his way past as long as these two were still active. Yona would have to hold off the big boss on her own for a short while.

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Word Count: 575
Word Count Total: 6.325 / 2.000

HP: 160 / 270
MP: 70 / 120 +5% MP every 3 posts

Defeated Enemies:
- 15 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)
- 10 / 10 Cartel Swordsmen (normal)
- 3 / 5 Cartel Mages (strong)

Spells Used:
- Sonic Slash (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell
- Sonic Boom (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell

- Mach1na (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 6 )
- Pressure Bomb (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 1)
- First-Aid Bubbles (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 3)
- Pressure Low (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 5)

Abilities Used:
- Suscitatio (Duration left: 4 / Cooldown left: -)

Yona's back was nearly against the wall in more ways than one. She could see Johann dealing with two mages on his own and there would be no time to help him. No, in fact she hadn't even the time to spare more than a second to look and make sure that he was okay after the blow he took from Daza. Yona was entirely sure that she was not strong enough to defeat Daza without him, but if she could keep him distracted and busy long enough, Johann would join with her soon. Yona blocked hastily, moving her Blade of Thorns to prevent the scimitar with golden runes from hitting her. But Daza was really only toying with her.

He had a grin on his face like he had no care in the world. Indeed he remarked her audacity and her ability, but he knew no weapon she possessed would hold a candle to his powerful scimitars. He sent the scimitar slashing downwards, and Yona lifted her's up to block. Daza had the scimitar roll in a way that no sword held by a hand could, moving over and under her block to slice at her hands. Yona had the foresight and quickness to jump back, blocking the second strike with the hilt of her green blade. She breathed hard, exhaling with relief that she had kept her hands attached to her body. "Come on, show me what you can do," Daza drawled, chuckling in his brash deep voice. Yona lifted her hand quickly and moved her wrist at a sharp angle, casting a sudden spell as the man before her laughed.

"Don't underestimate me," She warned as three sharp shoots of bamboo burst from the ground stabbing through the legs of the overdressed leader. Daza didn't cry out or scream, but he flinched and grit his teeth. Daza lifted his arm reflexively, as if he were going to shoot another stream of force at her, the same way he did to Johann. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and out from his second scabbard came his paired scimitar, the brother to the one she was already trying to deal with.  The second blade smoothly slid towards her, cutting through the air and slashing at Yona from below, an upwards strike aimed for her left arm. Yona blocked again with her scimitar, but with her scimitar busy in the air, the other had a chance to stab into her stomach. It was in a non-vital place, but stomach wounds are always critically dangerous.

"Thanks for the advice," Daza said, his legs still restrained by the bamboo shoots, stabbed clean through the calves. Yona backed up and hit the wall, the scimitar he used finally drawing out of her stomach and readying for another strike. Yona could stand a few more hits, she was sure; plus she was nearly ready to use a spell that could really change up the game. It stood as a disadvantage, her being a weaker wizard, but in her mind she still saw the advantage. Being played with as prey, not being taken seriously, it would buy her the time to heal herself with another spell, and buy Johann time to end the bearded and bejeweled bandit.

"Don't kill me before you see what I can do," Yona said. "You never know if I might be more useful to you alive." Yona wasn't sure bargaining was going to work as she groaned in pain and blood spooled out of her stomach at an alarming pace. She would need to bandage it up, lie down, or something, she thought to herself. She sent out her chemical signals and let the swarm of beetles slide out of the mages' clothing and towards Daza. They climbed over his legs and swirled around in the air, serving hopefully as a distraction. Just a little more, and she would have served her purpose well. It was bad luck really that in serving herself up to the mages as a distraction, she had handed herself directly to a much more powerful foe. She gripped her Blade angrily, annoyed that she had backed herself into a hard to defend position against the wall. Still, Yona was pleased with herself for those bamboo shoots- it would take a moment for them to break apart and nobody liked getting pierced all the way through by any number of sharp objects.


HP: 100-40 +3 from armor = 63
MP: 80%-10 = 70%
WC: 8170

Spells:
Sundew Mire- Cooldown 5/5
Bamboo Rend - Cooldown 0/2

He takes 15 hits of C-Ranked damage to take down. His telekenesis waves do B-Ranked damage and his scimitar slashes do C-Ranked slashes. He rolls 4 attacks / telekinesis waves each round.
Boss has taken 1 D rank hit.

Johann quickly dodged a fireball that came flying in his direction, creating a trail of sparks in the air around. The scorching desert sun combined with the flames and fire springing up everywhere made the air unbearably hot, and Johann jumped back a bit, trying to regain his composure. The battle had taken its toll on him, and he was breathing heavily, his rapier hanging in his blood covered right hand and dragging across the sand as he moved, the blood periodically forming small drops that splashed onto the ground and mixed with the sand. Johann raised his weapon, seeing that he had no other choice than to end this quickly, his sword sucking in the surrounding air before an aura of circulating air burst forth from the blade, coating it in the magic. The wind was spinning around the weapon at extremely high speeds, creating a razor sharp edge that would cut through pretty much anything, and Johann would use this to his advantage.

He held his weapon up, pointing the tip at the already injured Cartel wind mage before storming off again and towards the man. For the untrained eye it would look like the West Fiore Trading Company mage was teleporting across the battlefield, and his opponent was startled by the insane velocity of the speed mage, stumbling back. For a second, Johann could see the naked panic in the man's eyes before he was met by a hastily performed wind spell, quickly countering it with his own, neutralizing both before his sword slammed down and into the man's shoulder and chest, dragging across it a bloody red line before the Cartel member dropped to his knees and collapsed forward, his face hitting the sand as the life left his now motionless body. "Now those odds are fairer, don't you think ?" Johann turned to the remaining mage who, with eyes that made no mystery of his anger and hate, glared at Johann and bit his lip. "Save your sarcastic remarks, grandpa. Eat this !" the remaining Cartel mage bellowed out before a wave of flame dug across the sand and towards Johann.

The speed mage was tired of this cat and mouse game, a wave of pressurized air flying towards the firestorm as he released the magic from his blade. The spells clashed and flames were bursting into all directions, spreading across the desert sand bits of glowing ember and turning it black in a few places as the speed mage dashed through the flames, much to his opponent's surprise. Flames sprung up around his hands in an attempt to stop Johann but it was too late and the WFTC mages blade sliced through the man's chest, emerging from his back before Johann pulled it, knocking the man over before turning around towards where Yona and the big one were clashing. Johann's white company uniform was ruined, that much was certain. The left sleeve of his shirt was completely gone, burned away by the flaming staff of a Cartel mage. The rest of his formal shirt and his grey vest were stained with bloody patches and blackened spots that had been singed by the flames. However, at this moment he paid no attention to that as his eyes found their way to the other two, seeing the bamboo pierce the brute of a man at his legs and the sword rush towards Yona. "Hold out, new girl" he muttered under his breath as he got down on both legs and his left hand, accumulating around his extremities as much pressure as possibly before shooting off at the two with a thunderous and enormously loud cracking sound and at extreme speed, whirling around sand and dust where he had stood just a mere moment ago.

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Word Count: 628
Word Count Total: 6.953 / 2.000

HP: 140 / 270
MP: 80 / 120

Defeated Enemies:
- 15 / 15 Cartel Recruits (weak)
- 10 / 10 Cartel Swordsmen (normal)
- 5 / 5 Cartel Mages (strong)

Spells Used:
- Sonic Slash (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell
- Sonic Boom (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: -) Signature Spell

- Mach1na (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 5 )
- First-Aid Bubbles (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)
- Pressure Low (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 4)

Abilities Used:
- Suscitatio (Duration left: 4 / Cooldown left: -)
- Ancient Odem (Duration left: - / Cooldown left: 2)
- Tornados Wrath (Duration left: 3 / Cooldown left: -)

Yona didn't notice how Johann decimated the two Cartel mages. The green haired female was far too busy with her own battle. She had been a few steps from the stone wall, and the scimitar which had slipped into her stomach had already pulled out aiming at her for another strike. Yona slashed with her Blade of Thorns, bringing down the first scimitar she had blocked before, and knocking it into the second with her increased strength. Her adrenaline was rushing, giving her an edge of strength against the telekinetic weapons. The two shining golden blades of Daza knocked into each other uselessly. Yona hadn't many more options left and she knew Johann had her back.

So she threw caution to the wind, as reckless as ever in a dangerous fight, drawing her Blade of Thorns back and watching as the the scimitar hurled like a spear soared towards Daza. Daza, stuck in place by her shoots of bamboo, was unable to move away. Yona's green weapon stabbed into the bearded man's stomach almost exactly where he had landed a hit on her. It sank threw his flesh to its hilt and stopped there. Daza screamed in pain and jerked his legs into a stance to prevent himself from falling over. The bamboo shoots broke and he was freed. Daza cursed her out and exclaimed, "You are no more useful to me than a plague.
Die, girl!!" Even as he shouted out in pain, Yona lifted her hands quickl and dropped them, her fingers falling like rain. The Sundew Mire spell appeared in the area, filling the ruins around her, Daza, and Johann, with sticky dew. It would impede and slow Daza's weaponized attacks and ruin his aim.

With a wave of his brutish hand, his mouth open near frothing-mad, his dark eyes like lasers shooting hate and revenge towards the female, a telekinetic force propelled outwards and slammed into the young woman. She slammed backwards into the stone wall, hitting hit hard and with a loud crack. Yona's body slid like a rag doll, hitting the wall and falling over onto her side. She lay there unmoving on the ground for a bit, struggling with consciousness. She felt something wet and sticky, a stream of blood leaking from the back of her head and down her pale neck. Had Yona the strength of mind at the moment she might have lain still, worried for a likely concussion, but she wanted only to survive. She didn't doubt that she would get a talking to for being so reckless, and at the moment she almost looked forward to it. Yona already knew she would tell Johann that she would not have been so foolhardy or daring had she not believed he would end it with little injury to his own self.

Even as Johann stepped forward, nearly invisible with his great speed, Yona's hands slowly moved to grab the rocky soil with a single fist. Moving like a slug, her eyes closing, Yona worked to cast her only healing spell, knowing she needed time for it to complete. Yona hoped that she could stay awake long enough for the spell to finish. Despite her condition, the chemical signals her body produced still encouraged the swarm of beetles to munch and bite at Daza underneath his clothing. Daza ripped Yona's green blade from his stomach and looked around, smirking smugly, assuming the female was dead or near to it, assuming he had just won the fight.

HP: 63-60 = 3
MP: 70%-20%= 50%
WC: 8754

Spells:
Sundew Mire- Duration 1/3
Benevolent Drupes- 1/2
Bamboo Rend - Cooldown 1/2

Swarm of bugs- Daza- Damage dealt= 5hp/turn