Hi Lyfe! Watcher here XD

I guess this plot reply is going to be much like the one I gave Aster, in a sense since Styliani and Aster are both corrupt arbiters. XD Myria here is my mercenary / Grimm Troupe leader / Sorcerer's League competitor. She wears many hats, and I think Myria will be dealing with Styliani with the mercenary hat with the Troupe hat just a little bit underneath.

By nature the Troupe is at odds with the Council, but given Styliani's objectives, maybe the Troupe could be something to use, something to manipulate, at least for a little while? On the other hand, with Myria being a mercenary, Styliani might have hired her before to get rid of people she dislikes or something. Myria probably agreed to the job because it wasn't particularly against the Troupe and maybe because she wanted to learn more about the Council through it.

One last thing, although I'm not sure if it could really be a plot hook; Myria is kinda a runaway too, from a privileged family, although her family is more enterprising merchants than old nobles. She and Styliani seek anarchy too. The two of them keep their cards close to their chest, but I feel they might actually have a lot in common. XD

I asked Aether in support and it seems the main event is usually just fighting each other, but we could always make up our own league event. What do you think? ...also like I said before it'd be nice if you could start it /shot

Dire wolves were tricky little things. They had bone plates where usually one could cut a normal beast and have it bleed to death or even shear it off completely, so one had to strike in places where they weren't that armored. Those places, instead, were parts of the beast that were naturally hard, coils of muscle and underlying bone. Still, those places weren't as hard as the armor, so what one wanted to do was to pierce a little through the unarmored part, and then slide the blade into the soft parts that the armor had been protecting. It was a fun little challenge of dexterity.

That said, it was getting tedious. She'd slain a fair amount of the dire wolves already with that method, and now they were starting to get wary and the fight would be much slower then. Maybe she could bait them with some more meat? She'd baited the first few ones here like that and they'd called reinforcements with their howls. Then again, dire wolves were smarter than normal wolves, and maybe that wouldn't be effective a second time... she could convince them that she was slowing down by missing a bit, or hammering their armored parts with some of her blunter, heavier weapons? Or she could find a different sort of monster or a different sort of spot, or both...

...she noticed her before she announced herself. Even though she'd been deliberating like this, playfully, in her head, she was very much aware of her surroundings. Her eyes covered every details of every wolf in front of her, her ears were ready to pick up any sounds from the back. She constantly checked for the possibility of more wolves or a different sort of beast coming her way. That was why, before the newcomer had even posed the question, she knew she was there.

She seemed content to watch, for a few moments, until she talked. That voice... she turned around. A dire wolf thought that was its chance, that Myria was distracted, but the swordswoman flawlessly executed a strike that took advantage of the creature's pounce without even looking; it helped that it was struck in three different places at the same time. Blood and gore squelched as her floating blades extricated itself from the dying beast.

"Hrm?" she asked, keeping a straight face. Her thoughts were a little less composed. The little Warden of Fersen was here? What was she doing during her free time? She thought the woman did nothing but her work... ah, but to be fair, she did nothing but fight usually. The wolves seemed surprised by her little seemingly absent-minded counter, so she supposed she had time to chat.

"No, no. Feel free to join! Who might you be?" she asked, feigning ignorance of the identity of the person before her.

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Avalon vi Leomagne

Myria pouted as Lenny seamlessly slipped out of her reach. "Boo, you don't have to think of everything as an attack." she grumbled. She would have liked to hug her and nuzzle her and maybe entertain the idea of eviscerating her stomach from a conjured sword from that position... just a little bit.

She straightened herself out, bent her neck from side to side, and stretched a bit. "Yeah, I was super excited!" It was not everyday she could get Lenny all to herself, what with her being a busy champion and all. "I've been thinking of a couple of things I want to try... ah, but you'll have to see them later~" she said, teasingly.

She looked to the side to see that the designated healer was in duty, if a little sleepy. Satisfied that everything was up to usual League conditions, she began producing her weapons from her personal hammerspace. She brought out a rapier, a gladius, a broadsword, a katana, a falchion, and a shotel. She pondered on them for a little bit before deciding that these were the weapons she wanted to go with.

"Shall we get right to it?" she said, as she settled into a fighting stance as well. If Lenny gave any sign of affirmation, she'd charge and attack.

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Eleanor Alcott

Oh, you joined the open thread XD

Yeah, she probably hasn't aided in breaking people out recently, considering she's now the leader of the Troupe in Rosa, but she could've, indeed, aided in breakouts against Avalon's predecessor. How long ago has it been since Avalon been the Warden? Let's get our timelines straight. Myria's been the leader for Rosa for 5 years. Either way, Myria might have, and might still be, participating in intercepting vehicles that carry Troupe prisoners, since it's easier to get them out from there than the super secure Trench. While Myria is probably disguised during these raids, she might've seen Avalon before, and would probably know that she's the pesky Warden XD

So I guess I'm going to pattern her reaction to Avalon in the thread as 'Oh, it's the Warden' but she's probably going to pretend to not know her. Might be funny if they became friends in Myria's public guise.

"Ah, wolves. A staple!"

What was Myria doing here, in the middle of nowhere? Well, nothing in particular. She was... mostly bored.

No evil plans to execute today, no Sorcerer's League matches or sparring... everybody had their slow days. Some people have their hobbies. Some people have their friends. Myria had... well... alternate venues for fighting. Fighting was great. It was like rice. You could have it for every meal. Just change the viands. The opponents.

So it was wolves today. They weren't your usual run-of-the-mill wolves, which was all the better, because normal wolves would probably be dead in a jiffy. Dire wolves, larger, faster, and better, with bits of bone for armor... they're all the rage these days, after all. Myria watched as the pack of wolves circled her, in her spot in the rubble. One of them was before her, teeth in a snarl--- a distraction. One was up a tree, overlooking her, almost hidden by the foliage, ready to jump down. Another was in a rock formation, similarly having the high ground. Another behind her back, she could hear, behind a broken wall.

She spun her sword. She spun her other sword. And her other sword, and the other one, and the other one, and the other one. She grinned, manically.

"What big teeth you have."

The wolves pounced on her, and she slashed.