They read Rhinecliff's Frenzy spell and were like "naw brah, ain't no way I'm letting my pure warrior character go unga bunga".
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Naw, Seeds are supposed to be broken and capable of doing things magic can't.
Why do that, when you could just link CSes to the first post of the tab? ;3
Bro is ticking ALL the boxes for someone's edgy tweenager OC.
It burned, enough so that Estelle briefly considered whether it'd be better off for her to have simply Blinked out instead.
But then, she stopped thinking and started rolling on the floor instead. The smell of burnt flesh mixed a bit too well with the smell of burnt food as the smouldering pile of refuse tumbled from one side to the other, even as bullets bounced and ricocheted off the fallen furniture and the floor. The Witch Hunter didn't need all the flames to be put out. She just needed enough so that she could open her eyes again, sight her target, and...
A holy sigil bloomed within the barrier of the biker-mages. A spawn spell to circumvent the boundary that separated a gun-wielding wizards from an Esper with a giant sword. If they knew so much about GEMINI and Espers, then they ought to know too, that Blink was a bullshit Note that required plentiful overhauls for the sake of balance.
Thankfully, Spawns were slower. They had time to react, to aim at the obvious tell. The Dai-katana was a greatsword, but it didn't offer 360-degree coverage.
And that response was what Estelle was banking on, when instead of Blinking, the Spawn note exploded.
Holy light surged outwards from that singular point, washing over the shadow wizards and smashing into their barrier from the inside. At the same time, Estelle sprinted forth as well, seizing the opportunity to reach the gun-wizards with her own hands and slamming their heads together. Perhaps that was a touch too much mercy considering how they literally set her on fire and then tried to shoot her full of holes while she was gone. There was probably plenty of argument for drawing her sword and beheading all three of them in a singular stroke.
But perhaps the Witch Hunter was still thinking about how she was the one that sparked this whole wizard fight to begin with?
Or perhaps, once more, she wasn't actually thinking of anything at all, outside of how she should have slapped on a huge Full Extend spell before any of this went down.
Damn, even more daddy issues.
Aaaaand thar. Gonna be real salty if Valen does go Wund kekek. But what are the chances of thatttttt.
"Yes, that will be sufficient."
Otis turned to the audience, his amber gaze settling upon Valen. The weight of gold, and the heat of flame. The Strigidae had never hidden his desire to test, to challenge the scion of Leuvalt. Though he may have to delay it in order to investigate the situation with Gulliver, a field test with Valen remained a semester-long project that Otis would undoubtedly attend to. So there was only one thing, really, that was left to be said.
"Sword of Wund." Don't run.
And with that, he vacated the stage, not sparing another glance towards the flame-haired heir. Not sparing even a thought for the armored orc from Compact 4. Joining Chunji and Ciara, the Strigidae nodded at them, then turned towards Iraleth and Hildegunde who now stood on the other side. "The lines are drawn now. Perhaps the following days classes will take an adversarial bend." A near-180 degree twist of his head, so he could face his present companions once more. "Now, what did you see?"
Are the rest of us allowed to make NPCs? If so, do we pilot them or do you?
Why would Caelin be all that stubborn? Thought a trade-focused city-state would be on the more flexible side of things.
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