"Ow, that's gotta hurt."

For all the fist fighter's speed and strength, the humongous Guardian was ready for him, and his charge was viciously countered, his body crushed into the ground. Even as this was happening the umbrella-wielder shot and shot, but it seemed their magical projectiles weren't as much denting the minotaur man's defense. He's tough... but maybe he has something more protecting him. Myria observed.

The shooter soon followed, getting disarmed of their weapon viciously--- the captain had wielded an electric attack at the end there... he didn't start with it, so maybe there were conditions for it?

All the while the knight talked of tactics, in the form of rules, which Myria supposed was well and good... but not every member of the League was a particularly good team player. They were usually competing against each other, although there were talks of more team-based games.

The remaining competitors, perhaps outraged at how quickly some of their fellows had been disposed, charged. A united front, then? They'd give the beastman a united front.

A spearman charged forward, intending to thrust his weapon at the participating officer. A cloak of purple magic permeated his being, making him faster and possibly stronger, even as his eyes looked crazed.

Beside him, a grey-skinned fellow, a mutant like Ferr himself, kept up with the spearman in all fours. His skin seemed like stone, and he watched Ferr carefully--- it seemed he was intent on blocking or waylaying any attempts Ferr might make against the spearman.

Finally, a woman wielding a length of cloth brought up the rear, making carefully sure she was out of range and watching Ferr carefully just in case he used his lightning attack again, which had come out of nowhere just before. She lashed with her strange choice of weapon, seemingly intent on binding the taurine warrior in order to ensure the spearman's strike connects.

Myria grinned. This trio... she'd fought some of these people before, and they were pretty good. Still, they weren't used to fighting together, even if they knew each others' strengths very well. She supposed she would lend a hand. Well, more like a sword.

She threw a blade at Ferr's face. Maybe that'd distract him.

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Ferr Aesir

"Cassiiiiie~"

She continued to embrace the much smaller Troupe leader even as she helplessly writhed and her slime familiar remained preoccupied with food. Truly a master stroke, if she could say so herself. Cassie might be a dangerous person--- one did not usually become a Troupe leader without being so--- but she was just so stupendously cute that she couldn't help herself.

After a relative amount of time, needless to say probably too long for Cassie, Myria relented and let her out of her arms (and her bosom, too, I guess). "So, what were you saying again? Something about Sorcerer's League? It's fun!" she rambled, ditzily. "What do cows have to do with it, though?"

"Anyway, you didn't answer me how you've been!" Never mind that her capacity for language was limited by Myria's surprise tackle. "How's Altair? Has Blue managed to find another slime to settle down with? Rosa's just rosy!" I haven't managed to get my family's place wrecked, though...

She took off the cloak to reveal her usual colorful attire, carelessly tossing it to the ground, and reached for a satchel that had been hidden before. "I got you food too! These cookies are great." she opined. She gave the satchel to Cassie and produced another satchel for herself, and munched on a cookie from it.

"Shall we get started after we eat the snacks? Is Blue joining us?" Just like that, she cut to the chase. After all, Myria liked Cassie more for her cuteness. She was a dangerous person, after all, and dangerous people were fun to spar with. Specially here where she didn't need to hold back.

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Cassiopeia

I went ahead and had Myria indulge in the hug, which might be a bit godmoding? Anyway, if you want it changed, I could change it.

[div][attr="class","nodensheader"]SORCERY - [b]CLOAK OF EXORCISM[/b][/div]
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[b]Duration:[/b] 4 posts [break]
[b]Cooldown:[/b] 2 posts [break][break]
The mystic's whole body is wreathed in spiritual blue flame. This cloak of flames 'burns' off mystical spells meant to curse and debuff the mystic, thus providing protection against them as long as the cloak is up; it is also able to exhaust enchantments already placed on the mystic when it is cast. It is specially effective against enchantments meant to affect the mind.
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"Cassie~"

A sing-song voice called out to the girl in the ruin, she who had come first. The voice belonged to a woman, cloaked and in a hood, partly to conceal her identity, for most people knew her as a competitor and a performer rather than a violent mercenary and terrorist.

She carried the remains of a particularly large dire wolf on her shoulders, with such ease that one would doubt the authenticity of the cadaver. There was a skip to her step, and a melody on her lips, although the tune was a bit of a janky one and only made sense to her. A couple of sheathed swords hung around her waist in a belt, mostly for decoration; her magic gave her all the swords she could need.

This was Myria, known to most as a Sorcerer League player, but in actuality one of the leaders of the Grimm Troupe.

She trotted through the dusty, cracked hallways towards the mansion's premier room, where her friend and fellow leader was waiting. This place was a place that Myria liked: it was the ruin of a noble family's hovel, which was like a vision of the day when they would ruin the estates of the corrupt nobles of Eos; it was once used by those who revolted against the monarchy, and now they revolt against an equally corrupt paradigm. It was disorganized and breezy, and that suited Myria well enough.

Soon enough, she came into view of the person she wanted to meet. And her slime, too, she supposed. "And Blue too! Good morning~" she cheerily greeted, as if they were teenage girls out on a stroll rather than anarchists in a secret rendezvous. She tossed the wolf corpse carelessly at the amorphous monster, intending the humongous package of bone and meat as a gift and a snack for the familiar. The cloak's shoulder upon which the corpse had rested was stained with blood.

Without warning, Myria tackled the mutant into a hug.

"How have you been?"

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Cassiopeia

The guards collapsed upon the weight of her swords, as she struck the back of their heads with their hilts. Myria watched as they crumpled into the ground, completely unconscious.

She had come under cover of darkness, and used a little of her mystic magic to suddenly appear behind the sentries of this particular mansion. A hooded cloak and a mask concealed her identity, and held in her hands were two humongous, wide, blunt swords, basically clubs, but it appeared they were swordlike enough still for her particular brand of magic. They were particularly handy when she didn't want to leave too many telltale scratches and wounds on her victims. Who would connect bruises to blades, after all?

To be honest, she would have preferred to reveal herself to them, and make a ruckus as they called for reinforcements... but sometimes one had to acquiesce to the demands of one's employer. She was, after all, here at the behest of another--- right now, she was not Myria, the troupe leader, but Myria, the mercenary. While it would be fun to fight the whole mansion's retinue by herself, the goal right now was the elimination of this estate's head of house, and causing loud trouble might alert him and give him a chance to escape.

Mrm... I think that's all the patrols.

Speaking of which, her employer for this mission... well, she was one of a kind. The matriarch of the Alder house herself... and strangely enough, she seemed to want to tag along for this little assassination.

"Hey, old lady." she called out at an even voice. "Come along, they're all asleep. I'll open the door."

That said, she slammed both of her swords mightily upon the courtyard gate, and its locks broke. The gate creaked and swung open. Were there more guards inside? Well, let's find out.

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Yvel R. Alder

Myria cared very little about politics; to her, it seemed merely a complex game that cowards undertook to gain power which they could not always take by force. Still, with her job as a leader of her... peer group, she had taken to keeping track of at least the broad strokes of the intrigue billowing about the authorities of Eos--- for knowledge was power, and if she knew how the politicians thought and what their plans were, then it would be easier to dismantle the system and gain the anarchy that she and her peers sought.

So it was that she had expanded her services from the Black Market to Augury Square, and thus gained clientele from the upper crust, from the obnoxious nobles which were often so tempting to destroy, and indeed, eventually, now, the leaders of the megalopolis. It was an amusing thought, she who is one of the Council's most wanted, paramount among terrorists, casually strolling here in Era, in the Watcher's Spire, even. At any moment she could choose to cause damage here, amongst the guards' structures, and substantially cripple Eos's central government. But the Troupe knew to bide their time, for even greater destruction... and so Myria resisted the urge to break and tear, and settled for giggling a little as she walked.

Her destination, of course, was a client.

It was even funnier that this client was one of the arbiters of the city... and she was not the only arbiter that sought her services. Indeed, the system was rotten to the core. She wondered why she had been summoned by this politician to her office, to her house. What did she need? What did she wanted to remove, to pillage, to steal? What did she need her strength for? What could be another proof of the decay in Eos's guardians?

She arrived at the door, and knocked.

"Aster~ I'm here~"

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Aster Villin