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Tobias grinned grimly at the words his assasin was speaking. He thought it was over. And who was Tobias kidding? It probably was, but he wasn't going down without a fight. The very least he could do was give his assassin hell before he went down. Who knows? Maybe he'd actually win somehow? Spitting out a wad of blood, and thinking 'crap, somethings bleeding inside me' as he did so, he looked up at Mr. Wolff was he aimed at arrow right at Tobias' heart and released. Tobias, thinking quickly, raised his arm into the path of the arrow and grunting in pain and annoyance as the arrow impaled it all the way through, yet stopped before it reached his cheat. His left arm was probably out of action now, and he may pass out from pain at any second unless blood loss gets him first, but on the bright side he was now within striking range. With his right arm, he swung his hardest punch, the killer punch that got him into this trouble, right at the assassin's face.
Now the real fight begins


Eilidh banked to her left, avoiding the magic. Though you'd hardly think a horse the most graceful or manouverable creature, the Centaur in from of the wizard had some pretty nifty footwork! When he called for backup, she raised her sword and charged him, fighting very aggresively and forcing him back, hoping to kill him before the backup would come. She was certainly keeping him too busy blocking and defending her powerful strikes to use any magic. She grinned as she heard that Ian would be proving backup. She had to kill the wizard before she was killed by the backup before the backup had to face Ian too. Life was always interesting.

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Rebecca paused as she weighed her options, before nodding with a countenance that suggests she was giving in but not happy about it.
"They warned me about dealing with Varjans," she muttered under her breath before turning back to the men. "Very well, let's keep this between us. I'm not so naive as to enquire upon your choice of payment, so let's just get this over with." After she finished speaking, she began to hoist up her rather long and conservative skirt. However, as the men advanced upon her, most likely grinning, she stopped hoisting her skirt the moment she located the hilt of her estoc. As soon as the men were in range, she drew her estoc and sliced one of the soldiers from pelvis to neck. Before the other could decide whether to call out or draw his weapon, she rounded on him and swiftly impaled him through the chest.

"Dirty beasts," Rebecca cursed under her breath as she cleaned off her sword with their clothes and sheathed it once again in it's concealed sheath in her skirt, and turned to the townspeople. "I require a translator," she simply demanded.

@PaulHaynek
The shockwave of the explosion knocked Tobias back hard, causing him to come crashing down the stairs until he landed in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, a good few layers of skin burned off his face, and his hair messy and smoking. Still, in his mind, he know the situation was too urgent for any time of recovery. Getting back to his feet took a herculean toll on every single one of his aching and bruised muscles He managed it, though, and began limping as fast as he could towards the assassin. There was no longer any cover, but they were both on ground level. He could still win.
Happy new year! Hopefully I'll reply tonight, depending on when I get back home
Well, shit.

What's the minimum amount of damage I can have my guy take from that without you calling bullshit?
The spread of arrows clattered close around Tobias, making him flinch and take cover for a valuable second he couldn't afford to lose. Cursing, he started to run up the stairs, shrugging his jacket loose as he did so before pulling the neck of the jacket over his head. The thick leather would be enough to slow an arrow and might save his life. The closer he got to Wolff, the less stairs there were between them, and therefore less cover. That's when things would get ugly, but Tobias had to get within striking distance to his assailant or he was dead anyway.


Duncan was not surprised as to the appearance of the Head Magister, as was in fact slightly confused as to the other students being so taken aback by her. Then again, he'd spent a lot of his life in the company of fellow 'mythical' creatures, and he himself had gotten many funny looks arriving at this school. Even in the ranks of the Dawn Slayers, Duncan would be an oddity, it seemed. Then again, many of his peers were too bitter at humanity to be counted on as it's protectors, while simultaneously mistrusting of Demons and other Creatures of Darkness. To Duncan, the fact that so many of the teachers at this school were the supposed, and in some cases actual former, enemies of mankind, was one of the main selling points and something to be excited about.

With the assembly over, Duncan decided to head to his dorm room and chill out for a few hours to recover from the flight over from Britain. After that, he'd go for a run at night and then see what everybody else was doing. Barely a minute into this plan and his progress was scuppered; there was a staircase out of the hall leading down to the rest of the building, and Duncan almost went down it without thinking before she put the breaks on and prepared himself to go down very slowly and carefully. His large frame will block half the stairwell, but it couldn't be helped. He'd try to go down as fast as he could. However, his sudden breaking meant the student behind him got a sudden face of horse's tail and Duncan got pushed over the top step and almost went down a fair few more but for his grip on the handrail.

"It's ok. I shouldn't have stopped at the top of the stairwell, but yes, I would like some help. I didn't know there was a staircase here, and hooves and stairs are not a good combination. I'm not blocking the whole way, am I? Or has everyone already left?"

@TheWindel@Awesomoman64






"Looks like you behaved yourself this year," spoke a high, saccharine voice from behind the Demon Prince. Like everything else about the Lady Obsidian, it was deceptive and misleading. Even in the domesticated, professional role of teacher, which Ms. Mako did take very seriously, she was still mischievous, cunning and took more pleasure in drama and chaos than a teacher perhaps should. She had been watching the students with interest, wondering who would be the good kids, the bad kids, the smart kids, the dumb kids, who would be good at combat and whose talents lay elsewhere. She also wondered how many of the kids knew she was a Witch, and of the ones who didn't, what their reactions would be.

Mako had been teaching here for over twenty years, and in that time, she had grown to enjoy breaking the news that she was a Witch. Yes, some kids feared or hated her as a result, and some never stopped, but for that one moment of shock and surprise, it was worth it. It used to be a different story when she was young and proud, and feared nothing more than to be hated by her own students for who she was. It took her several years to get comfortable in the position. Many times, she had wanted to quit, but she knew she couldn't go back to practicing a taboo art of magic in secret, and all the suspicion and hearsay that came with that. She was named 'Lady Obsidian' after the sharpened glass athame that she carried in her boot. It was not a weapon in her hands, and she had only sharpened it so that it could pierce her own skin for when she needed virgin blood, but still, a Witch wondering around with a sharp knife wasn't the most comforting of thoughts to the Dawn Slayers. In truth, she became a teacher because prison was her only other option. That fact was never stated, but Akane was no fool. It was the truth.

That's where her friendship with Aster started. Demon Princes at Witches had a lot in common; they were both feared and misunderstood, and were both rare and small in number nowadays. That they held no prejudices against each other, and both had a lax yet respectful attitude to the faculty code of conduct, and a strong sense of humor, helped their friendship grow even further. Rumors started amongst students that there was something going on between them romantically, which Mako didn't help by pretending that the rumors were true in front of any student who pestered her, and joked about the situation with Aster.

"What do you think of this year's lot?" she asked in the present, smiling with her eyes closed as she walked beside him.

@Kalas

I will post tonight, when I have two seconds in the day not with family.
@Gummy1295

Have something go wrong. Have your character be a jerk sometimes. It doesn't wreck the rp. It makes it more interesting. You just have to be brave.
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