Embers

The girl looked set up continue beating the life out of Sharr, when she heard a voice say her name. Hestia?! When the hell did she…?! Ember took many moments to realize, Hestia was one of the cloaked people. So she was their informant huh? It made sense that Hestia would be here. “Made worse?! They’re player killers Hes, murders! Or would bes if they weren’t complete screw ups!” Embers anger burnt through her. She threw a glance at Domarus, as if waiting for approval, but nothing came. So she moved her foot away from Sharr’s neck, for now.

The outburst by the leader, ‘outlander’, made Embers want one thing. To put him on her Scythe. Watching Domarus beat him up, even if he was losing no hp, was satisfying, if only she could do it herself. But she had a job, as much as it pissed her off to admit. She had been about to turn to her ‘victim’, right as Domarus was struck. She took a step towards the one who hit him, part of her begging for this to turn into an all out brawl. Gods above she’d kill for it.

But things went away as Hestia spoke out. The hell was her issue, getting in the way of her fun! “But…” she said out of protest, before scowling. She knew she’d lose. Even with Domarus, Hesia was too strong with her damn levels, so the girl lashed out at the next best thing, the nearby table, kicking it across the room in a single strike. She turned back to Sharr, glaring at him before kicking his arm “Get up, and consider you idiots lucky. If it weren’t for them, I’d of kill the lot of you…” She glared at Domarus and Hestia. Two people set to face one another, but standing united now, and against her fun. Assmats…

Embers heard the white-haired boy speak, something about them being family. A growl, almost animalistic, escaped her throat. How dare he, HOW DARE HE! She felt herself diving deeper down her whirlpool of emotional madness, and the urge to take action rising up within her chest. Right, now, she wanted nothing more than to punch everyone in the face. Like a good-ol’fashioned bar fight back home. Now, those were the days.

“Don’t be an idiot!” She yelled at @Sharr “I know Fae there, damn well she ain’t got no family ‘ere” she sneered at him, getting up in his face “Go try me, you fuc…!” The girl was interrupted when Fae, shoved Sharr into her. Any rational person would have gone to grab Fae, but Embers was not, and lashed out as Sharr, thinking he was attacking her. She swung her left arm out, and punched him right in the stomach. A hard hit that, in the real world, would hurt a lot. Right as her blow connected, she lashed out as his kneecap with her foot, aiming to bring him onto the ground “Moron! I told you to make my god-damn day, now get up so I can break your arm and make you swallow your teeth!”  

A player killer guild out in the open? What the hell was this world coming to? The girl rolled her shoulders as the Hawk looked at her. She glared at it. “Whatcha looking at idiot” she muttered, stuck waiting. She’d gotten the message from Domarus, and she’d been there instantly. Wearing her Reaper Armour, and Armed with a Scythe, she was truly Death Incarnate. A hellstorm to be feared. She had helped remove the first batch of idiots, namely by punching on so hard so was certain it would kill him. Sadly, it didn’t. She looked suspiciously at the rest of the ground, namely Adrian. He was messed up. The rest, she hadn’t bothered spending enough time with to know. Besides, the only reason she was here was Domarus, he was the only one in this game, bar one, who was respectable in her opinion.

“So cloaks and bartender” she said as she tightened the grip on her Scythe. It was time to get down and dirty, her style. “You know, times like this remind me why I follow you Dom” she said, aggressively, right as her guild leader went through the door.A bar, and a fight. It was like back home, she was going to be riding this blood haze for ages! 

Her heart stopped for barely a moment. Fae?! The young girl was here. She’d spent some time with her, to see her wanting to enter a player killer guild. The world went blood red and Embers lost herself to emotion. Armed with her Scythe, the girl marched forwards spotting Fae and the other one, as well as two people whose identities were hidden. Domarus spies, she presumed.

She grinned widely at @Fae and @Sharr, letting Domarus deal with the others. “Well well well, look what we have here” The girl licked her lips slowly, her eyes begging them to fight back “Fae, and here I thought you were what you looked. Ohhh Stryders gunna love this, and you…” she turned to the boy with white hair “Please, give me a reason to cut you open with my Scythe. Try and run, try and fight, make my god-damn day” Violence ozzed out of the girl, ecitment in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than for them to resist, give her a ‘reason’ to unleash hell upon them. Domarus had said to give them a chance, and she would, but gods knew she wanted to kill them herself.   

Embers wanted to laugh at him, and so, she did. She didn’t deny herself anything, so she found herself being amused by this Rein fellow, laughing was her best option. “Took your time” she said, not admitting it took her some time to understand why he looked just so punchable. Every cop, hell even her ‘boyfriend’, made her want to punch them.

It was only, when he touched it, did the girl properly notice the eyepatch. She listened to his story, his body got screwed to save someone? The girl didn’t say anything, partly because, she felt it was a land mine. Only when he got into battle against the boars did she opt to respond, and that response, was a snickering.

“You threw yourself into some sorta fire, for something else?” She asked. Cops. Never her boyfriend had that stupid mentality, putting themselves in danger stupidly! “The hell were you thinking, or are you like every other cop who doesn’t give a damn about their own lives?”

Jack of all trades? What a crappy title. It didn’t strike her as impressive, it was a simple statement. Embers shook her head. Hestia needed a better nickname, a title worth someone like her. Although the what, now that would be the hard part. Hestia wasn’t a warrior, not in the traditional sense. So a warriors name, didn’t suit her.

Embers shrugged, she’d come up with something. “Give it time. The title given to you, by another, is something you choose to wear with pride. It’s your name, to those who don’t know your face” something her dad said, back when she found his out ‘job’, as well as his title. “It’ll come, although, I’d call you a force of nature. Except, your heart…it’s anything but” For Embers, that was a compliment. Hestia defined her understanding of nature, and yet, she respected the girl for it. Understood Hestia, somewhat.

“I’ll catch you around, don’t be a stranger” Embers said, as she drew her Scythe and seemed to wander around back into the jungle. She wanted to test out a few things, why not get murder now?

Thread Complete:

Summery:

Embers:

5 Sp (3 for first complete)

850 col

, 2 rare tier 1 consumables,

3 t1 materials

Hestia:

-2SP

-400 col

Embers eyes peaked at the idea of the frontlines. While she wasn’t able to go there, yet, purely because well, it was clear she was too low level not above level 20, the idea of fighting giant monsters was appealing. Bar fights back home were the best, but tis would just have to replace that. She couldn’t wait to get her hands bloody with it, once she was strong enough to go there without getting butchered. “Sounds like a hell of a party. Unmovable Object, Unrelenting force? Hell, whats your title up there eh?” She was curious, titles seemed to be in demand as of late, and this time, they were good ones. Ones that made it clear you were to be feared. Titles Embers could finally approve off.

“Yeah, mines like… Rank 3 I think? I’m planning on getting my armour and Scythe at the same levels, plus I gotta put stuff into this guy” she tilted her head to her Hawk, who was preening his feathers “So it’ll be a while before I’m as hard hitting as the others. But, give it time. Not even this stupid world will stop me”

Embers laughed slightly at the other girls comment “Aid my tank? Please, you did basically the same damage as me in that fight before” a fact Embers knew, and disliked knowing. She was outdamaged, by a tank! She needed to get stronger, hit harder, make herself a better weapon. For now, she was a blunt dagger, nothing more. She watched as the chest turned out not to be a mimic, and Hestia managed to grab some items. Loot was good, but a little risky. After all, you never knew what you were gunna be able to get your hands on. Or, at the case was, her hands on.

“Well, I’m not gunna say no” she said as she put the items in her inventory “No idea how much use I’ll find ‘em, but better to have and not need, then need and not have” a saying her dad had when they went hiking, typically with an abundance of stuff such as food...namely always food. “Besides, you’re a front liner right? If you don’t have whatcha need, I’d be worried. How is that whole frontline thing going anyhow?” She didn’t honesty know that much about it, other than it was for the higher level players and, something Domarus wanted absolute control over.

The grin on Embers face was still there, however, her eyes focused on Hestia. She didn’t understand why, now, she got the vibe that she did. All-too similar to the vide her father had when they were fighting, throwing fists at one another. There was something within that other girl, a spark, the burnt just enough, to get through. Allowed her to be herself, yet so fierce.

Right as she started thinking, Rowan, the girls familiar, landed back on her shoulder, and she glared at the bird “And just where the hell did you go?” She asked the Hawk, who didn’t make any attempt to reply “Just leavin’ after the battle, damn buzzard. I’ve got half a mind to shave you” she said, right as she reached for a snack to feed her familiar and petted him on the head “Idiot…” she muttered, looking back to Hestia, who seemed to be hunched over something? Was this one of those chests again? The one time she’d found one, it had tried to take her arm. “That thing gunna take a chunk of you, you know that right?” She said to the other girl, not even bothering to go for her weapon. Hestia could manage this.

So even Hestia could see it, the war that was to come, the bloody crusade that was marching towards them. Domarus and Hestia. Often times, Embers didn’t get excited about watching fights, much preferring to be in them. But this, something about it set a fuse throughout her entire body. She couldn’t explain it, but it was there. “Either on the battlefield, for or against, it’ll be a hell of a fight Hes” The grin on the girls face had consumed most of her face.

At the offering of help, the girl frowned slightly. This was the part of Hestia, she wasn’t sold on. The selfless idiot willing to die for others, or at least, put themselves second. But, she had met the girl before of that. She let out an annoyed hum, why were people so annoying complicated!

“Me, die? Hah! Please, hell will freeze over before I die. Besides, I got Domarus and you in case things somehow go south” Embers looked right back into Hestia’s eyes, and a slight shiver went up her spine. That look, in the girls eyes. Reminded her, of a few things. Domarus, and somehow, even her own father. There was a moment’s hesitation within Embers, refusing to believe it despite her instincts. Joining the other girl heading back to the settlements, the question burned within the girls mind. Who the hell was Hestia, really?

The world a better place? What a joke. It was impossible to do that, the world would always be a pit of hell. But, within that pit, she would burn herself a corner of safety. Would Hestia do the same, or try and fight the flames? Embers grinned, her grip just as firm. Back in the real world, she had more than enough strength to crush peoples hands, but in this world, less so. “I’ll keep an eye open for ya Hes…” The grin on the girls face, when being given her ‘title’, grew. She had always hated titles, yet the one given to her by Domarus felt right, her blood flowed upon hearing it, rather than locking in anger and hatred.

“Don’t forget about me, when you finally go on your crusade. If nothing else, I wanna watch as this bloody world is burnt and reformed” the girls eyes glimmered with excitement “I can’t wait to see who comes out on top of it all, hell, my Scythe might be soaked in blood during it”

Was she once his level? Yes, and she hated thinking about it. Hated the idea of being weak, being pathetic. In the real world, she had worked hard, building herself up from weak and pitiful into a force of nature, a fighting force that demanded respect, or fear. Both, in her opinion, were acceptable. She’d spent hours, in the real world, practicing her fighting, perfecting it so that even in a blood haze, she could fight.

“Look, Rein…whatever” she had forgotten the back half of his name. Longish names always were a weak point for her, her mind didn’t care enough for long words. Nicknames were better, easier to remember. “Levels, mean nothing to me. I look at you, and I can smell the green on you. Inexperienced…and a cop” the girl grinned “I know your kind from sight alone, I spent enough time getting arrested and fighting you lot that it’s like instinct, I see you and I just…want to punch your face in”.

Embers shrugged, it was just how it was for her. Instinct ran through than thought. “It’s nothing personal” she said, as if she hadn’t spent the last few minutes insulting him. Before walking towards the fields, where the boars awaited a slaughter.  

Thorns, allowed her to deal damage while taking it? That was…pretty damn awesome! Embers grinned, maybe, just maybe, that was worth getting. She liked Hestia, a lot. There was something about her, despite her self important about ‘justice’, that just resonated within Embers. An approval, of sorts. She watched the Tiger get up, and Embers made to swing her Scythe. But, it was not needed at the tiger killed itself on the other girls armour. Embers laughed, Thorns, seemed worthwhile getting. She like that idea.

“Well, i’ll admit, I was wrong about you Hes” Embers leaned up against a tree that hadn’t caught fire, her weapon on the ground “I thought you’d be just some idiot who preached about rightouness and crap like that” Embers looked up, the blood haze slowing as Embers came back, much like coming down after being high of a drug “You don’t burn like me, you don’t lose it. And yet, there is something about you that just…clicks, something I like in that” Embers kicked herself off the tree, walking up to the other girl and holding out her hand for a shake “We shared a fight, admittantly the beast could have done better, but it was fun Hes. You’ve impressed me, you might just be worth following”

Embers had animal instinct, and part of her just knew, Hestia and Domarus would clash. It was going to happen, the hatred in Hestia when Dom was first mentioned was obvious. Embers grinned. Those two going head to head. The question Embers, couldn’t wait to find out, was obvious. Who was worth fighting for, and who would die for their weakness? She grinned widely at the idea, she couldn’t wait to be apart of it.

@Hestia

Embers let out a loud booming laugh. Hestia was taunting it?! She hadn’t expected that out of the girl, she seemed so stuck up that Embers hadn’t entertained the idea. But the action alone, made the girl warm up to her. To be that confident, to be that arrogant on the battlefield. She loved it.

“Hah! Make it angry, I wanna see this” Embers said as the Tiger charged, and finally connected with Hestia. However, the tiger seemed to come out worse for wear without a doubt! How the hell?! Embers frowned “The hell was that?” She asked, right as she noticed Hestia holding her target down. She walked up slowly, after all, her prey was right there. Rowan landed on Embers shoulder, watching as the girl unleashed her three strikes against the Tigers chest. She turned to face Hestia, a wide grin “Well, you made it angry alright. How you took all of its health away from it hitting you though….”

@Hestia

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H:10] Hestia: 1204/1205  ENG: 91/116  DMG: 3  MIT:151  Thorns: 54

[H:4] Embers : 320/320 | En: 13/32 | DMG: 9 | 39 MIT | 1 ACC | 

Byakko: 14/150 DMG:60  MIT:40  Ability: crits=half as burn damage that can't be mitigated

The tiger, once again, went for Hestia. Emphasis on 'went for' as the beat had yet to land a single hit on either of them. What was it doing? Was it, incapable of it? That seemed like the most likely option, that it just couldn't hit them. If that was the case, then it deserved to die. It was weak, pathetically so. She knew she was wearing heavy armour, as was her ally. If it couldn't hit two slow moving targets, then it was as good as dead! 

She turned back to Hestia, frowning slightly before something, somehow, clicked inside the insanity that was a blood haze "The hell is it unable to hit you? You're not even dodging this idiot!" She didn't get it, then maybe, it had the same 'rules' as her? She shook her head. At the end of the day, it didn't matter. Hestia was a 'tank', if the tiger became useful, she'd stop it. She rolled her shoulders, lining up another shot and, rinsed, used the same Sword Art, again. Once again, Rowan lead the way and Embers found her target being sliced three times by her Scythe. Was this all this 'monster' was meant to be? Hell, how was she nervous at dying to this thing? "Damn useless thing, ain't it? Can't land a hit for its life..." 

@Hestia

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H:5] Hestia: 1205/1205  ENG: 98/116  DMG: 3  MIT:151  Thorns: 54

[H:4] Embers : 320/320 | En: 19/32 | DMG: 9 | 39 MIT | 1 ACC | 

Byakko: 82/150 DMG:60  MIT:40  Ability: crits=half as burn damage that can't be mitigated

Embers growled at the tiger before her, as it, once again, went for Hestia. Was she not worth ever trying to hit!? That idea, that she wasn’t worth the effort it would take to fight her, pissed her off. Her blood haze become worsened by this belief, despite it being incorrect. She spun the Scythe around in her hands and marched at the Tiger, glaring at it with Crimson eyes as a nearby tree collapsted and exploded right near the girl, despite the movement, the look in her eyes didn’t falter. Rage.

“Am I not worth fighting, is that it?!” She yelled as she swung her Scythe sharply across its face “Am I not worth the effort to raise one of your stupid claws?!” A second strike that connected with its stomach “I am the Hell Storm itself, you stupid creature! The one title I lay claim to, will you be so stupid as to not realize, I WILL kill you!” The rage that erupted in the girls voice, was like that of a volcano. Explosive and wild, as if she was talking to more than just lines of code.

@Hestia

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[H:5] Hestia: 1205/1205  ENG: 97/116  DMG: 3  MIT:151  Thorns: 54

[H:3] Embers : 320/320 | En: 25/32 | DMG: 9 | 39 MIT | 1 ACC | 

Byakko: 96/150 DMG:60  MIT:40  Ability: crits=half as burn damage that can't be mitigated

Embers took a shot at Hestia with violent eyes. Her minds logic was splintered, as she had lost herself to a blood rush, a blood haze. Where her vision was almost red. Where much rational vanished from the girl, other than pure emotion and the her desires. Often times, she ended up with someone, typically because she was also drunk. But sober, in a fight, Embers mind was consumed with a single task. Beating the crap out of whatever stood in her way. While Hestia, with her annoying words and questions, was an option, the tiger’s loud noises was really starting to piss her off.

“I fight for me!” The girl shook her head. She couldn’t explain to Hestia, she, as everyone else, just didn’t get it! They didn’t understand what it meant, to burn like her. To be so wild that self-control was impossible. “In the real world, on hikes, others got hurt. I had to show them how its done, I had to fight because they were useless!” The girl lashed out at Byakko, and her Scythes blade found their target. Three hard hits against the tigers head.

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[H:5] Hestia: 1205/1205  ENG: 103/116  DMG: 3  MIT:151  Thorns: 54

[H:2] Embers : 320/320 | En: 23/32 | DMG: 9 | 39 MIT | 1 ACC | 

Byakko: 110/150 DMG:60  MIT:40  Ability: crits=half as burn damage that can't be mitigated

Embers walked towards where the boars existed, knowing it was where he was headed. She looked at Rowan, and growled. Something about this guy, this Reinholt, pissed her off. There was nothing she could say to ‘validate it’ in the eyes of others, it was gut instinct telling her to make sweet love, with her fist and his face. She rolled her shoulders, right as he said something that made her laugh. A loud, confident, mocking laugh.

“You, look at after me?” She was highly amused, and the smirk on her face was clear “You’re weak” she said harshly “I’m willing to get I’m a higher level than you, stronger than you and will survive longer than you” She got up in his face, anger bubbling under the surface of her crimson eyes “So let’s get this right. You are temporary for me, just another person who takes up space. Because if these boars here are too much for you, pray to whatever the hell might save you,  because I’m just gunna watch”

Embers wanted nothing more, than to put her fist, through this guys face. For many reasons. The first was she just really, really, wanted too. It had nothing to do with his gender, skin colour, she just wanted to put her fist through someones face and he was right there. The second was his attitude. She wanted to punch him for that too. She took a step forwards, only for Rowan, her hawk, to land on her arm. The girl look at the familiar, before rolling her crimson eyes.

“Damn buzzard…” she muttered before looking at Reinholt “It’s Embers. Look, we’ve both headed out for a but. Might as well….stick close” The girl felt her anger boil up in her, enough to make her want to lash out. But he didn’t deserve it, it wasn’t his fault he had a face that just made her want to punch him, over, and over, and over again.  

Embers didn’t move, she wouldn’t. Not for whoever was asking her for help, Rowan would find them, and bring them to her, or she could watch them die to boars. Either would honestly be amusing for the girl. But she saw the person Rowan was circling start to head her way. So this was the fresh meat who wanted help eh? She wasn’t hugely impressed, he had a large blade, but that was about it.

As he got closer, the girl moved off the wall and stood at her full height. 6’0. She noticed he was about her height, and wouldn’t lie, she had wanted to tower over him. As she did with so many people.

“So you wanted help?” She said bluntly “Couldn’t do the boar killin’ quest eh?” She had no kindness, it was simple fact. Embers didn’t to tact, to subtle “Look, I’ll be simple. I’ve done this already, but I might as well get my eye in against some monsters…” the girls crimson eyes glared at Reinholt as Rowan, the white-tailed Hawk, landed on the girls shoulder, also seemingly glaring at him.

 Embers was slightly angry that the tiger didn’t seem to even be trying to attack her, but the small remains of her rational mind reminded her that the game didn’t allow it, and that if it didn’t pay attention to her, she’d cut it wide open. She tried to focus on the other girl, tried to listen. She knew something important was being said, and for what her emotions could, tried to listen. But the words were meaningless to her, just words that bounced within. Nothing resonated within the girl.

“A tomorrow?” she finally said before shaking her head “No, I fight, for me” The words were hard to pick, words during a blood haze came out often wildly “I fight to survive, to explore this stupid world” The girl turns to face the Tiger, and rolled her shoulder as her Hawk lands on her shoulder once again, and she gave a final look at the other girl “I fight, because those who are too weak to fight, need someone to show them they can’t”

With that, making sense in her own head, she charged forwards, taking her Scythe and cutting at the tiger. However, despite Rowan assisting in her aim, her Scythe was deflected by the creatures hide, getting an angry growl out of the scythe-wielding girl. 

[H:5] Hestia: 1205/1205  ENG: 103/116  DMG: 3  MIT:151  Thorns: 54

[H:2] Embers : 320/320 | En: 24/32 | DMG: 9 | 39 MIT | 1 ACC | 

Byakko: 136/150 DMG:60  MIT:40  Ability: crits=half as burn damage that can't be mitigated

The first floor. Embers had, mixed feelings. In part, it was a fun place to just relax plus it was her home, given her apartment was right next to the teleporter. The floor was best for relaxing, since none of the monsters who lived in this were a threat to her by any means. Boars, the occasionally werewolf. And of course, home to many a annoying players.

The girl was leaning against a wall, wearing her armour. Heavy black plated, and resting on her back, a large double-ended Scythe. She knew she looked like death incarnate. That was the plan, much like real life. Look scary enough and idiots who don’t know better will keep their distance. The sound of a message coming in, however, reminded her that sometimes, those idiots found you. She couldn’t help herself, she looked at it. The second quest. She smiled at the memory, she spent nearly an hour with Telrenya killing boars.

The girl had no idea who sent the message, nor where from, but she had wanted to go killin’ with her recently acquired familiar. Rowan, the Hawk on the girls shoulder, flew around. Embers didn’t bother moving, he would come to her, not the other way around.

After a few minutes, Rowan found the mark. The familiar was damn good at its job, and landed in front of Reinholt, tilting his head at him before circling over him several times. Embers smirked as her crimson eyes found their target, it seemed the bird had found her prey.  

@Reinholt

In the mind of Embers, there was no such control. There never had been, she’d struggled as a child and her father had encouraged her never to shy away from who she was, and who it would make her. As a result, Larissa Williams was a girl whose very emotion ran her entire life. Even trapped within a video game, that part of her was so deeply inplanted within her soul that it would always burn out.

Embers let out a snort at the other girl, but at least, she knew that she didn’t burn. She wasn’t like her, and should know she didn’t care for. Until proved, Hestia was just a person, an annoyance. However, she did listen to the girl. She placed others over herself? The snort that came out of Embers was nothing, if not, condescending. “Family, the self, is all that’s worth fighting for” she said simply, her blood eyes focused on her prey. However, right as the girl intended to strike, Hestia’s hand touched her armour, and the girl blocked her path. Embers grinned, was Hestia making herself a target? Embers would happily strike her down, this lost within herself.

“Trust” the girl almost spat the word out, but felt energy rise through her. The anger left her face, at least, the anger directed at the other girl. Rowan shot forwards to strike, and Embers charged past Hestia. However, Rowan dived off to the side at the last second, and Embers Scythe missed its intended blow, getting an angry growl out of the girl as she rolled to the side.  She swore as she glared forwards, slowly feeling her emotions getting worse and worse. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew she was losing control, absolutely.

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[H:5] Hestia: 1205/1205  ENG: 99/116  DMG: 3  MIT:151  Thorns: 54

@Embers: 320/320 | En: 26/32 | DMG: 9 | 39 MIT | 1 ACC | 

Byakko: 136/150 DMG:60  MIT:40  Ability: crits=half as burn damage that can't be mitigated

Embers made a whistle as they got close to the fight, and Rowan opted to join her once again. The White-Tailed Hawk landed on the girls armour plated shoulder, and looked around slightly. The bird should have been on her arm, but Embers had given up. This Rowan wasn’t like the one back home, and while she had claimed him and he her, it seemed it wouldn’t be like back home at all. The fight bloomed towards her, but right before she thought to charge, the words Hestia said, made her vision blur red.

Slowly, Embers turned her crimson eyes onto Hestia. How dare she. How damn well dare she! If this was the real world, Embers would have stomped the other girls teeth in for that comment alone. Did she think she choose this!? Choose to have overwhelming emotions that overrun any and all logic within her head? Embers let out a far-from human growl as she blinked, and to the girl, the world turned red. A blood haze.

“Don’t you dare, ever, tell me to control myself” she said violently, seemingly unaware of the Byakko’s stare “I was born like this, unlike you, I never got the chance to be ‘normal’, I never got the opportunity to control myself. You don’t burn…!” the girl would have continued, except Byakko made a noise, and Embers eyes zeroed in on him. Casually, the girl walked towards him, rage burning in her eyes, dragging her scythe along the ground.

“How DARE you interrupt me while I’m talking!” She yelled madly at the monster as the girls Hawk leapt off her shoulder, diving forwards “I’m telling someone about a serious topic, and you filthy asshole, should learn your damn place!” The girl shot forwards, her Scythe finding its mark and slicing through, ending up on the other side of the creature to Hestia “So don’t you dare tell me what’s expected of me, I’m the only constant in my life, the only thing that braves through the fire of hell”  

A look in her eyes, and the girl Hestia had seen would be gone, consumed by the fires of emotion. 

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[H:5] Hestia: 1205/1205  ENG: 108/116  DMG: 3  MIT:151  Thorns: 54

Embers: 320/320 | En: 26/32 | DMG: 9 | 39 MIT | 1 ACC | 

Byakko: 136/150 DMG:60  MIT:40  Ability: crits=half as burn damage that can't be mitigated

Embers wanted to hit Pinball, so badly. And even his guild leader giving her a warning made the girls anger start to flare up. She hated orders, and that was one. She snarled at the boy, but backed away. While she didn’t like Pinball, he wasn’t worth killing, yet.

Standing off to the side, the girl made a single, clear whistle, and Rowan, her familiar, finally joined. She often allowed the White-Tailed Hawk to do his own thing, after all, he had the freedom of wings. She would love to fly, but he knew his place. With her. It was their dynamic, he belonged to her, and she, in turn, belonged to him. That was their nature. She made a single, inhuman growl at the bird, before pulling out her scythe, her familiar hanging out on her armour-plated shoulder.

The girl watched the others attack the, somewhat, cute drake, but cute meant nothing to the girl as she charged forwards, her Hawk showing her where to strike and distracting her target long enough to land a clean series of blows, before taking a step back. While she didn’t care for protecting the others, she wanted the drake to target her. After all, she was worth the attention.  

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Zylara - the Quartz Hatchling - Stunned - Bleed for the next 2 turns ( 12 DMG per turn )

HP: 73/175 - MIT: 35 - ACC: 1 - EVA: 0 - DMG: 65

Stryder: 582/620 HP | 58/62 EN | 59 Mit | 3 ACC | 3 EVA Hate: 1
Hei: 520/520 HP | 41/52 EN | 3 EVA | 3 ACC | Hate: 2
Froppy: 100/100 HP | 8/10 EN
Pinball: 500/500 HP | 50/50 EN | 3 EVA | 3 ACC | Hate: 0 
 

Team 2:
Saphira: 180/180 HP | Energy: 18/18 | ACC | Hate: 2
Embers 320/320 HP | Energy: 32/32 | 9 DMG | 1 ACC | 39 MIT 
Hydra: 830/830 HP | Energy: 78/80 | 89 Mit | 4 HM | 10 RGN | Hate: 0

Eatos

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Familiar Tamed: Rowan, the White-Tailed Hawk.