[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]WRETCHED ONE[/color][/b]

The fight was intense and Chrome as usual was bouncing around everywhere during the fight. Sable slid back once he noticed the blows hadn't made contact, his eyes following Chromes movements all the while. He spotted one feint and have lift his arm up for the other, only to receive two kicks because of the mistake. But she also made one herself, she had forgotten who she was dealing with. She had gathered the ice armor but in turn, her bare foot had been gripped viciously before she was launched backwards towards several guild members and the bar counter.

He smiled grimly at the embarrassment before engulfing his entire body in crimson flames, the pupils of his eyes were murky holes under the veil of fire. The hellfire stretched upwards through the first floor, releasing a dread heatwave that was visible in the shape of shimmering ripples. Guildmates from above groaned and bitched up above. 

"Impressive, Chrome. Really, I'm surprised. I've been training my ass off but it looks like you have too," he told her, standing straight up and lifting a laxed hand eye-level. "Let's see how hot you can get before that armor of yours melt." 

He cracked his neck with brutish bends while sauntering towards her. It was foolish of him to assume that simple punches would throw her off. With shield of fire covering him, he launched into the air and came down onto her with a axe-kick. 


[b]Vrabe Rheat - [color=black]Black Lightning[/color][/b]

Vrabe looked over Crocus, feet swinging over the ledge of a story inn as he bit into apple. The whole place was the opposite of Harpy's Wing; a giant town was it home base, whereas they had but a quaint village. Men ruled their ranks, where women ruled his own. Not that he was complaining too much about that. 

He raked his unoccupied hand through his silver hair. "We'll crush those snakes this year. I'll be more than enough to handle them all," he uttered with deviously.