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[b][Location][/b] Landow, Estren
[b][Time][/b] Sunday, 07:30 AM, September 15
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He leaned against a small fence as he watched the creatures appear over on the beach. For a moment he was tempted to close his eyes and enjoy the sound of gunfire and screams but the reality was that he couldn't afford to do so, this was an unknown enemy who for all he knew was hiding a long distance weapon capable of killing him in a single blow. 

He was also watching with interest as the corpse painted woman faced the newfound enemy. For all her talk it was obvious she was determined to do something about it, her eyes clearly working properly now as she struggled to her feet. There was a feeling of smugness rising inside him, he had not been wrong after all, she was a fighter.

The feeling only simplified as some of his earlier guesses were confirmed, she really was a Regalia after all.

He didn't recognize the Dominant but that was no surprise, for all his Master had been determined to teach him the general workings of the world theology was not a subject the old man had delved into outside Ifrit. Guess that proved there was still more to this world he had to see.

Similar thoughts crossed his mind as he continued to observe the events unfold, a minor sense of satisfaction at the violence happening in front of him.

Not that he was idle either.

At his side lay his drawn sword, held tightly to his palm and hot enough to melt through flesh. Getting hotter too as he channeled his dominion over fire in it.

Then when it reached some unknown threshold he cut the flames and allowed the blade to contain the heat inside it without adding more.

Then he threw it.

The moment the sword left his hands he was moving behind it, following in its wake as it sailed through the air before slamming point first into one of the monsters about to devour some helpless civilian. The hit managed to stun the monster long enough for him to impact against its head with all his might, driving the sword further in as he made his best effort to Cauterize the wound. He had fought a monster capable of regenerating before so it was better to take care of them quickly, usually battles of stamina were in their favor.

Behind him he could hear the man scream and run with renewed fervor, from what he had observed of this man that was in line with his character, he was one of the first to run and even pushed other people in his attempts to escape.

A battlefield was no place for a coward.

At some point, the monster stopped struggling but whether it was dead or not he couldn't be sure as more and more of its brethren marked their displeasure as they approached him with clear hostile intent.

His Master was right.

This Festival was interesting in all the right ways.

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