Stacy Kaiser - White Tiger
The infiltration didn't go quite as planned. Stacy's ice clones suddenly vaporized in tandem with the appearance of the man before her. His mask was hideous, but something about him seemed strange and foreboding. Her red eyes locked onto Kumar as she threw back the cloak she was wearing, entirely revealing her presence and casting aside stealth. "Arc of Time, huh," Stacy commented, her voice sounding surprisingly venomous.
Kyou's Right Hand
The pale woman dashed forward, clearing the distance between herself and Kumar in the blink of an eye. It was now apparent that despite being a maker type mage she had physical capability. "I don't need magic to beat you," she informed him, her voice low and surprisingly ominous. Stacy's right fist came up toward the man's mask in an uppercut, leaving a trail of ice particles in its wake. Before her attack could reach the target, her fist stopped.
Instead her left fist came around in a blindside hook, using her first attack as a fake to let her second blow past Kumar's defenses. The speed behind the blow was only matched by the strength, packing enough force to send the man crashing into the wall and embedding his body inches deep. After delivering the blow, Stacy recovered and brushed some of her hair over her shoulder. "Looks like I'm not taking the stealthy route anymore," she commented. Her gaze turned to that of approaching footsteps, as Avatar was now in motion to handle the intruder.
"Come at me all at once!" Stacy shouted, holding her arms out to the side as she projected her confidence. "Pray to your Lord! Because there is no natural way any of you lot can beat the strongest Ice Mage in Fiore! The White Tiger is here!" With a twisted grin, Stacy's right hand grabbed onto her shirt. She had to fight the urge to strip for combat now. Despite her bravado she knew that she had to uphold a reputation now. Her hand let go and instead clutched into a fist. The gathering mages of Avatar hadn't made a move yet, but were slowly surrounding her in preparation to overwhelm her. "Ice Make!"
Several mages attempted to cast their own spell while some drew weapons and started to charge forward. But none of them were fast enough. "Raging Ocean!" Stacy slammed her hand to the floor, a sheet of ice rapidly expanding from underneath and sliding underneath the Avatar mages. The moment it was completed the ice began to form small waves and ripples, sending those upon it to their bottoms as the slippery floor made them lose balance. All fell except the pale girl at the epicenter. "How many goons can I beat before the big dogs try to save the day?" Stacy questioned with a grin, standing upright and taking a combat stance.
The nearest mage, wielding a curved sword, began rising to his feet with incredible difficulty. As he seemed to be the first to adapt to the Raging Ocean, Stacy focused on him. Her white hair arced through the air as her body twirled past him, bringing her fist down against his chin and slamming him face first to the ground with a reverberating thud. His unconscious body began to freeze in a layer of ice whilst sliding across the floor, knocking over two more mages who were struggling to stand. Stacy continued to slide with her momentum, almost crashing into one of the goons herself.
In a display of nimble fitness, Stacy leaned backwards and placed her hands on the man's back. She flipped over him, pushing him into the ground and freezing him in place in the process. Once back on her feet she skidded to a halt, taking a second to remove the hair from her face that resulted in her acrobatics. By now the majority of the goons were getting back to their feet and one attempted to rush her with an axe. Just before he was within effective range, another ripple came from underneath Stacy's feet. While he was mid-fall, Stacy dashed forward and brought her knee up into his back. He was sent crashing into the ceiling, freezing in a layer of ice and clinging to it.
"It can't be this easy, can it boys?"
Hana Oshiro - The Last Samurai
The pink-haired samurai seemed slightly dismayed that there was only one cupcake, but she recovered quickly. It was no secret that Jeanne was a good cook and baker, so any pastries she made would surely be delicious. There were no complaints to be made over settling for a different baked good than a cupcake. "Only one will do, thank you," Hana spoke, giving Jeanne an appreciative smile before departing for the kitchen.
After a brief moment, Hana returned to the guild hall with a small plate and a slice of chocolate cake on it. She ate it calmly with a fork in her other hand, expertly avoiding any obstacles in her path despite not seeming to be aware of the world around her. "This is really sweet," she commented aloud, immediately before taking another bite. "I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air, Jeanne. Thank you, again, for the cake." The Last Samurai made her way outside. It didn't take long for her to spot Xavier training.
Or rather being beaten. Hana frowned as she chewed on the bite she had her in mouth. This young man had come to Lamia Scale as a part of the exchange program going on, in order to broaden his experience. Hana didn't know much about him, but she didn't seem to like his training methods. With a casual stride, Hana approached Xavier and his Knight. Still eating the cake. "This seems like a very one-sided spar," Hana noted, serving as her greeting. "I hope this isn't how you two usually train. It doesn't seem very..." Her voice trailed off as she tried thinking of the right word for the situation. "... right."
Piper Hatfield - Ms. One Shot
The markswoman seemed surprised when Nigel suggested that she be a part of the team for the Grand Magic Games. "Me?" she questioned first, poking herself in the chest for emphasis. Piper thought about it for a few seconds, bringing a hand to her chin. It was true that there were few experts in ranged combat like her, and she did have tactical insight and advantages. It wouldn't be crazy to put her on the team, but Piper was still surprised that Nigel recognized a value in her.
"You're right," she agreed, nodding her head. "With a lineup like that, we're sure to win. We're diverse enough to ensure we can win the challenges, we just have to hope we get good matchups for the fights." A smile formed on her face as she adjusted her glasses. "We might be able to net our first victory at the games this year. We've got what other guilds like Lamia and Vyper lack..." A cocky grin formed on her face as she tapped the side of her head.
"Smarts." Despite Master Chak standing right there, Piper giggled to herself a bit. "Though I'm probably the weakest link of the team. We'll just have to hope that I don't get called for any fights. Leave the challenges to me and we'll win for sure. But about the uniforms..." Piper brought a hand to her chin again as she began to hum. "We need to have style and a theme... but... we should also have some utility..." Her eyes settled on Nigel now. "Have you ever worked on clothes in your laboratory?"
