Fleo Plector – Phoenix Backyard
Trying not to let herself become distracted by the vigorous combat between Sasha and Lazarus, Fleo steeled herself for the incoming arrows. Having not heard anything from Trinity save for 'triple: repeat' she didn't think twice about nudging the floating orbital shields in the paths of the incoming arrows. Surprise briefly flittered across her face as the arrows turned out to be empowered with with, blowing the shields apart. Unincanted, however, the arrows lacked their full power, and with a simple wave of Fleo's hand the shields re-formed.
Just in time, too, for her to pivot one around and barely intercept Trinity's double ice arrows. Since the minstrel hadn't spent time spacing her shots, one shield proved enough to block both, though on contact with the frigid projectiles the dust orbital froze solid. It thumped weightily to the ground, heavy and useless to the dusty woman. Loud and clear Fleo heard Trinity call out her next attack, a lightning arrow. A gleeful, mischievous grin infiltrated Fleo's features as she moved her orbitals out of the way, allowing the homing lightning bolt to hit her unimpeded. Though she felt a slight tingling, the electricity failed to faze her. Still grinning, Fleo called to Trinity, “Ha-ha! Hope you don't fudge like that in a real fight, Trin! Dust is earth, and earth doesn't give two sticks about lightning. Instant dispersal. But now it's my turn. Vortex Impact!”
Suspended on a carpet of dust, Fleo shot forward. She raised her leg to make a flying kick, and began to spin like a drill, rapidly covering herself in a coating of dust. Like a sandy torpedo she barreled toward Trinity, with no semblance of slowing down. If the minstrel reacted in time, however, having noticed that Fleo had been gathering dust while speaking, she'd be able to slip out of the way.
Edith Riggs – the Frenzy Fort
Some of the metaphorical fire went out of Edith as her literal fire had, for the most part, no effect on Thor. Though she hadn't quite heard what the ambiguous lightning wizard had whispered, the entailment of her spell was obvious: a shield. Fortunately, that didn't complicate things much. Edith hadn't expected her first offensive spell to have had much of an impact; only after an exhaustive barrage of debuffs could an opponent be made vulnerable to her less-than-ideal attacks.
Sparks appeared all over Thor's cloaked frame as she approached, moving at a brusque pace despite the slowness afflicted on her, causing Edith to momentarily panic. She'd heard that very powerful wizards could shrug off status effects with little effort—and it'd be just her luck to be called upon for her first examination in a while to fight an ultra-strong mage. As Thor covered her advance with a Lightning Ball, Edith held out her lyre as a spur-of-the-moment shield, shoddy but still effective enough to disperse the Lightning Ball enough to render it a non-paralyzing, but still painful, shock.
Luckily, it appeared that even though Thor hadn't adequately prepared herself for Edith to take action, she was already casting another spell, and a close-range spell at that. Still empowered by her quickening tune, Edith stepped backward with great haste, though the edge's of Thors Electrocution managed to flick across her like jolting lashes. Edith couldn't help but suppress her amazement. Even a spell clearly designed for close-range was able to cause her a noteworthy amount of distress from an unintended range. It dreaded Edith to think what would have happened to her small, slender body and weak heart if she hadn't been able to move back. This lightning-person's obviously above my level, she conceded, I don't think she's going to let me pull of my strat. Might as well put on a show with my most stylish attack!
Smiling, Edith retreated, continuing to put distance between herself and her opponent. When at a comfortable distance, she sang, “When all seems darkest, the moon still rises, and the heavens are dotted with stars! Canzone del Cielo Notturno!”
Forcefully Edith pulled her entire hand over her lyre. Rather than plucking the glittering strings, she scored them, and a spray of tiny, glowing lights sprang in every direction. The entire training room grew a little darker, and the pinpoints of light shone bright as stars. In the air they hung for a moment, and then all at once they dived, orbiting through the air. Two dozen tiny stars swooped at Thor from every angle, but they were far more beautiful than they were deadly.
Nero – Train
“Try to bang everyone, probably,” Nero had crudely joked back when Ayame'd voiced her distaste of Prince, a sentiment the genie shared. “I doubt he'd hold still long enough for me to pull much of anything out of him. Besides, then I'd have to touch him. Don't like being touched by people who aren't friends.”
On the train platform, Ayame's pull had garnered a surprising amount of success on Nero, likely thanks to his skinny frame and high center of gravity. Of course, his destination being the train all along, he did not offer much in the way of resistance. Once aboard the vehicle itself, Ayame had initially been as thrilled as Nero had guessed, but her enthusiasm quickly gave way to motion sickness. Oh, boy. This is going to be a long ride.
Several long hours later, Nero and his charge stood, albeit woozily, on the mountainside town's train platform. [color=d8bfd8]"You okay now, kiddo?"[/color After helping the sickly Ayame over to a bench, he pulled a half-used water bottle from his pouch and left it beside her in case she felt the need to try and wash her illness down. Following that, Nero couldn't help but notice the towering mountains so close by. The highland air rushed through his senses, carrying an aura of freshness and adventure that revitalized him. Hopefully it would do the same for his friend.
Of course, he also spotted the Dragon Fang guild hall. When Ayame felt ready to walk, he'd ask her if she wanted to do anything before going to the hall.
