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Post by DC on Dec 21, 2014 21:16:25 GMT -5
This is a closed thread excluding myself and lacteavia. Enivironment: Suwnloe, the Underground City of ShystaeMinor city of Shystae Characters Involved:- Cynterialis
- Csilla
How this will work:We will be having a sort of "sandbox" roleplay within this thread to help you get acclimated to how roleplay here works, as well as help you with overall just general concepts. Do not let this forum intimidate you. Here is where you will get help in learning the ropes. Don't worry, I have patience, so I can spend as long as you'd like helping you. I'll start with general things such as overall detail and getting the point of what you're doing across. Then we will move up to things such as the Prep/Charge System so that you can participate in combat if you wish to be able to do that in things such as tournaments here. That having been said, there are simple things that I will repeat here that I expect. I expect you to be able to meet these, though if you do them I will not be mad. I will just make a note for you to read about where the post you made needs some work. - No Godmodding.
- Two-liners are frowned upon. The more detail you respond with, the more I have to work with.
- This is meant to help you learn. If you have questions about things in here, PM me with them.
I'll start this off, so you have something to work with.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 21, 2014 21:55:09 GMT -5
Csilla is the name that I'll be using. I thank you for your efforts. I'm looking forward to what you'll teach me.
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Post by DC on Dec 21, 2014 22:41:45 GMT -5
Introduction Suwnloe, despite not being the capital city of Shystae, it is undoubtedly the most beautiful. Getting to the city involves traversing a fairly simple, downward-reaching cave that is lined with crystals of various colors all glowing, illuminating the way down the cave in a wondrous, and curious, fluctuating color show. The crystals, rather than giving a constant glow, would glow brightly, then slip into a dull glow, then back to a bright glow endlessly. One's perception of the cave would be that of whatever mixture of colors was the brightest at the second.
The city itself was a spectacular sight.
With a bioluminescent pool of water spreading through the city in certain regions, where minor bridges would hang over to connect two different platforms of the city together. Despite its being broken up in to a mass of smaller platforms, the city itself is rather large. Each building is made from what looks like some stone or another, however, the lighting is made possible by white-light crystals placed strategically to provide enough light for one to see effectively, yet not make the underground city overly bright. Some buildings, indubitably important buildings, were lined with silver and gold that reflected brilliantly from the white-light crystals, as well as these buildings seemed to tower over the smaller ones. The city itself wasn't too divided in terms of business and housing, so one could find houses mixed with the important buildings as well as buildings that could easily pass as business, yet seemed to lack the importance as the sporadic gold-and-silver-lined structures.
One structure in particular stood out above the rest, however, it was closest to the "wall" of the massive cavern. Oddly enough, this seemed to be where the bioluminescent water trickled in from, though it wasn't quite sure if it was from the palace itself, or that the palace was made by the source so one couldn't taint the flow in any way.
The city was bustling with people, and even though people didn't necessarily see the sun at all—and most people in the city had been born there, so the sun was almost a foreign object to some of them—they didn't seem unhealthy as a result. Perhaps that was the white-light crystals. The people were friendly and respectful, not giving any newcomers any grief, for the most part. Every city has their thieves and troublemakers, though, however, the city was not at all one people would want to avoid.
It was almost too perfect to be true.
That's when the MagiTrain stopped at the station, and the doors slid open for the passengers to get off.
Cynterialis Cynterialis had come to the city for no real reason in particular. He had heard many stories about it, especially from his people, and so at some point, he had decided he'd want to check it out. When the MagiTrain stopped, he waited. It had been some time since Cynterialis had made himself... less.. conspicuous. At this point, he wore a formal, three-piece suit on top of his red-and-white cloth that made him look mummified. The suit covered all of his torso, however, his hands and the lower half of his face was still covered in the alternating-colored cloth. It stopped at the bridge of his nose, and covered just up to the cheeks of his face.
Despite some people looking at him odd on the train-ride to Suwnloe, he disregarded just about all of them. Cynterialis waited until the train was about empty before he would stand up, and without any baggage or anything of the sort to carry, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his dress-pants and strolled out, his eyes flicking about the city to take in all of the sights it had to offer immediately upon exiting the MagiTrain.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 21, 2014 23:38:20 GMT -5
Is it necessary to have a heading of your character name? CsillaCsilla had come to wander throughout the region when she was kicked out of her hometown, due to the fact that she was able to use mana. However, she had not come upon a city, until now. Wearing only her leather jacket and tightly fitted black jeans underneath the evergreen cloak, she managed to slip past through swarms of people unnoticed. Stealth was one of her big assets. She carefully tucked in her weapons behind her yet inside the cloak, making sure they were out of prying eyes and suspicious stares. She had familiarized the map of Kalg'rai from the books of the academy library where she graduated from, thus, concluding that she had arrived at a beautifully illuminated city named Suwnloe. She had read about the crystals and the bioluminescent pool of water that would appear to come from the palace, but the sources were vague and details incomplete. Seeing it with her own eyes, was truly an experience she never would have expected if she were to stay in her hometown. Admittedly, she found that her decision of leaving along with the order didn't seem to bother her as much as it had days ago.
Trotting slowly and keeping out of sight from most people, she would find herself going deeper into the heart of the metropolis. The people were buzzing with life, chatting non-comically and enthusiastic at most. Finding it odd for the lack of sunlight in the city, she looked curiously at the white-light crystals that she would pass by.
She snapped out of her reverie when she heard footsteps coming towards her. Her head snapped harshly to the side in awareness, seeing the child running to her. She swiftly stepped aside, making sure the little boy wouldn't bump into her or anything else for that matter. He stopped a meter away after passing by her, giving her a curious stare with his large blue eyes. She felt uncomfortable by the second as silence overcame them. Instead of screaming which she had expected to come out from the boy's mouth, he gave her a smile and waved before running away.
"Odd, that little one," she muttered to herself before continuing her walk around the city, in hopes to find a shelter.
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Post by DC on Dec 21, 2014 23:57:39 GMT -5
No, not at all. I just did it in mine because I made an introduction that wasn't really part of my actual post, per se. It was setting the scene for our characters, so I made a note of where my actual character was. Cynterialis, after taking a few minutes to absorb the wonder of everything going on, took on a more meaningful look around. No longer intending on soaking in the beauty of it, which he didn't really mind doing anyway, he started to look for where he'd take his residence for his time spent in the Grand City. He had almost instantly discovered why it was nicknamed the "Grand City" upon his initial observation. Though this minor task of finding a place to stay did cross his mind. Already aware of the fact that some city-folk that passed by would look at the cloth completely covering the lower half of his face, he disregarded the looks and then started walking, rather leisurely, to find anything that would indicate an inn or anything of the sort. As he began his walk, he noted the faces of the people he unconsciously took note of, and saw that they were, for the most part, still gaping at the sights before them. He also noted which among them were not seemingly impressed. This must be their home, he thought, towards those who were not impressed upon exiting the MagiTrain. In the back, he heard the transport start up, and then the sound of it shooting off to wherever its next stop was. Cynterialis didn't particularly care to speculate about its next destination. As he walked on, he would entertain himself by taking note of which people actually stopped to look at the cloth that was currently revealed. He understood that they were baffled by the fact he had the wrapping, yet wore a formal suit, as if on business. He was suddenly pulled from his little "game" when someone placed their hand on his shoulder. This caused Cynterialis to stop, and then he closed his dark-brown eyes. "You! You killed Senira!" he roared. Wonderful... he thought, though not necessarily with a disdain for the situation. His standpoint was neutral. He knew the laws. This man would have had to established an official deathmatch document and gotten it signed by an official—be it the city's Guard, or be it a political leader of the city. There was nothing he could really do. "Yeah, you're the guy. The mute bastard!" Cynterialis still said nothing. "I have a document right here; the terms state that the second I show you, we can begin the fight. So, here it is!" he continued, spinning Cynterialis around and cramming a piece of paper into his chest. Cynterialis took the paper, scanned it over, and then looked up to the figure. The figure unsheathed his sword and then stepped back a few feet, holding his sword out for the formal swordplay-duel display of being ready. Cynterialis folded the paper and tucked it into his jacket. He said nothing, but stepped back a few feet. A crowd started to form around them, all of them whispering to each other about what was about to happen. Not even twenty minutes off of the train and there was already about to be a fight. Not even just that, but an official fight to the death. There would be no murder charges for it, this way. Some of them had known Cynterialis' method of graduation from his swordplay schooling, and so they doubted that the man would win. But others didn't know, and so they had no idea of how this would go. "You don't want to do this," Cynterialis finally said, revealing a soft-spoken voice behind the silent male. The crowd was still getting bigger. Whoever died would be humiliated; the male that died would disgrace their family by losing in such a way, in front of so many people. Sure enough, a man of the City Guard declared, loudly, drawing more people into the crowd, " Let the duel commence!"
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 22, 2014 0:19:28 GMT -5
Csilla walked along the pavement that had intricate carvings and minuscule gems that seemed to illuminate with the concrete while it flickered time to time, as she had noticed. Once they flickered, the white-light crystals would flicker as well. It dawned on her that they were connected in one single source, probably underground networking that started from the palace with the crystals acting like a MagiTech Device. She concluded that mana was greatly in demand but it was preserved through the gems and crystals. It was fascinating in fact, it piqued her interest.
As she continued to walk around, she noticed people were running about, even more frantic and panicky than when she arrived. Had they noticed my presence? she thought to herself, stepping back into the shadow of the alley between two large buildings. She had overheard a man talking to another.
"It's him! He's here, they're about to duel," the first man reported, breathing heavily as he bent on his knees. "That idiot declared a fight to the death."
The other man sighed before kicking the wall, crushing a metal trash bin in the process. "I told him to wait until it was dark." He clicked his tongue in annoyance, the two clearly oblivious of their spy. He turned to the man and gripped his shirt, raising him above the ground slightly with brute strength. Csilla analyzed the man to be a fighter using only his hands and feet, or rather his body. The other was lean but weak spirited, seemingly to follow orders from this 'leader'. Both wreaked of trouble.
"The plan continues, we'll just have to leave it to that idiot to do something stupid. Watch the fight, examine him and tell me all the details. If anyone tails you, you know other means. If captured, you know what happens then, am I clear?"
"Y-Yes, sir," the former stuttered, gulping hard to prevent himself from quivering. The latter threw him back, watching the former man run away. Thinking it was time to leave, she was stopped when she heard the man say, "That guy will have to pay. He must be dead."
Having no business with the issue, she stealthily jumped to the wall, grabbing a steel bar before pulling herself up. She continued the action until she arrived at the odd looking shard-like rooftop of the building she was standing on. Noticing from afar the crowd of people by the west, she ran towards that direction through the rooftop, only jumping from a building to another when the distance wasn't so vast. If it was, she would then use her arrow, tied a rope at the tail and shot it across the other building then using her bow, she would glide across.
Nearing the venue, she crouched low to descend from the building, keeping an eye on the two figures in the middle of the circle that the crowd was making. They weren't moving. She saw a male in a business suit, his features covered by cloth. The other, holding a sword and preparing for battle. She sat quietly, making sure to study the two.
She wasn't one to be into other people's business, but since she had nothing interesting to do, she figured why not. A little danger wasn't a scary thing for her. In fact, it pumps her adrenaline though no one actually knew about it. She waited in silence.
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Post by DC on Dec 22, 2014 0:37:21 GMT -5
Cynterialis is only his narrative name; don't use it in speech. Cynterialis watched the man and considered his options. He could manifest a blade... he could beat him to death with his hands... he could drown him... he could use his own blade against him... Then the man lunged in and swung a harsh, and quick, slash at Cynterialis; it was a vertical slash aimed so that the blade would cut right down his face. Cynterialis made a simple side-step and studied the man. The man countered with a sudden elbow, aimed for his nose, and possibly with enough force to break it up into his brain. A lethal blow. Cynterialis ducked below and swept the man's balancing foot out, causing him to stumble, rather than fall. It was meant to hinder a guard for an immediate snapping up with Cynterialis' right hand, tightly gripping the man's jaw from below his chin. Both of Cynterialis' hands were also wrapped. Cynterialis studied the man, not saying a single word even as the man spit out a series of curses. He tried to move his sword in a way to strike Cynterialis, but at this point, Cynterialis was too close for such a weapon to be useful. Suddenly there was a loud snap!Then, a pop!And here goes his jaw, Cynterialis thought with a rather sadistic approach. It wasn't really evident in the way he moved, because he remained completely neutral on the outside. Sure enough, Cynterialis' hand clenched into a fist, the man's jaw shattering and he fell miserably to the floor. Writhing in pain, and borderline passing out, Cynterialis tucked his foot underneath the blade that was barely held in the man's right hand, and then popped his foot up so the blade took to the air. Catching the handle easily enough, he twirled the blade a couple times before stopping it in a reverse-grip so that the blade would be tilted down towards the crippled man, and then he swung his arm down; the blade's natural course going straight through his neck and through the grates that showed the water below the platform. Blood would run, oozing into the water, for the most part. It was a clean kill, mostly, if one didn't count what was spewed from the shattering of the man's jaw. With that, Cynterialis—with no real reaction to the fact that his right hand's cloth was now covered in blood—tucked his hands back into his pockets and then continued walking off, the crowd parting easily so he could go without issue. He had won just as easily as when he had killed Senira. Those that knew of his previous deathmatch, the second one that he has ever been in, were completely baffled as to how he had done both of them in so easily. It was unnatural. Something was odd about the whole thing. Cynterialis decided that residency wouldn't be much of a problem. He could probably demand someone to let him stay, and they'd want to not get on his bad side. That was another dark joke that passed through his mind as he walked silently onward. He wasn't oblivious to the whole crowd; he even knew of the one atop the roof, though how he knew would be his knowledge alone, along with the fact he knew. He payed it no heed.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 22, 2014 1:09:24 GMT -5
I apologize. I shall edit it. Csilla watched the duel unfold, not even wasting a second of blinking as she studied how he moved. The snapping of the jaw was visible from where she stood though she knew that man was as good as dead. She had not a single idea why the men from earlier want to kill him. They're no match for that business suit guy. Unless, they had a plan in mind. She had yet to learn more about what the issue is. Once the crowds dispersed, she wasted no time standing up and keeping her gaze on the man. Now curious of the man in business suit, she followed him stealthily though she had a doubt he already knew she was present. She jumped down from the platform where she stood, landing on some places before being on the pavement. She walked passed some people, receiving some stares from people everywhere. She quickly put on some speed as she avoided crowds and bumping into people, especially the guards. She was acutely aware of the time, in a few moments it would be dark, but it didn't bother her much. She just felt like following him, knowing she would be in much trouble and danger than she already is. Catching a few glances at the man, she walked slowly through the shadows, keeping pace with him and making sure he was in her sight. If not, she would find a way. Like she always had.
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Post by DC on Dec 22, 2014 9:58:39 GMT -5
The city was pretty good about keeping its lighting equal to what it would be on the surface; it distinctly kept pace with a "night and day" pattern, equal to what it would be on the surface. That having been noted, the lights were getting progressively more dim, however, a brand new sight would greet those who would pay attention come "nightfall", or, the white-light crystals no longer shining. First of all, the bioluminescent water would be even more captivating, as the cavern would be immensely darker. The second sight, and almost as mysterious as some of the other elements of the city, the stalagmites hanging far above the city, yet not at all coming off as threatening for some reason, started dropping little blue and green "droplets" of light, creating an aurora-like "sky" above the city. This was also enough to keep the city lit enough for nighttime activity, clearly not an indication for daytime or that it was even remotely close to daytime.
As nighttime was approaching, the city would become a little less busy as people would start to retreat into their homes. Those that worked throughout the night would still be out and about, however, the number was obviously significantly smaller. Cynterialis was able to weave through the smaller crowds far easier, making his way through the city with no real haste, however, with the intention of figuring out a place to rest for some time. He did, however, keep track of the fact that his more aloof deathmatch spectator was still following him. He debated on facing the person, however, he didn't really have an interest in exercising his vocal cords. He rarely did. The most he would say is a few words or two, and that was only when he deemed them absolutely necessary.
Eventually, after enough wandering, Cynterialis found what was obviously an inn; there was a sign on the outside that named the structure "E'xluh Inn".
Simple enough, Cynterialis thought to himself. He pushed the door open, and a blast of sounds and smells assaulted him. Even with the cloth wrapping up to the bridge of his nose, he could clearly smell the alcohol and the smokers, and his eardrums were attacked with drunkards singing, classes clanging, people banging on tables, and all the sort. It was obviously both a tavern and an inn. What a wonderful combination, he thought a smidgen sarcastically. He wondered if his follower was bold enough to make such a blatant move as to follow him inside the building. Doubtfully, he decided to sit down at an empty table, and without removing his hands from the pockets of his black pants, he made himself comfortable by leaning back in the chair; his right foot was placed on the table's support to complete the look.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 22, 2014 20:15:10 GMT -5
Noticing that the lights were dimming and an aurora like sky was shown, she knew it was already nighttime as she have anticipated before. She knew of the time of the outside world due to being accustomed in the wilds, her body clock was already set like the sun. Pulling her hood farther from her face to conceal it, she trotted carefully on the pavement, following the male. Seeing as though the crowds have lessened, a part of her mind wonders what is night life for people in the city, since this was her first time being in one. But her interest continues to linger on the male, thinking about the former assailants and his duel. The male was odd in himself, especially the way he dresses and how silent he could be. She knew of silence, for she is known to be it.
Coming across the tavern-like inn, she had noticed he entered the said building. It had three floors and a cottage-like appearance on the outside, looking all innocent and inviting. She stood by the door, waiting for a moment as she pondered on what's inside. The smell of alcohol and smoke was evident from where she stand, the muffled noises inside sounded chaotic. She had never been in a drunkard's inn or any drunk party for that matter. Her father would never allow it. But here she was, about to step into one. Raising her head high, she opened the door and stepped inside, she wasn't going to lose that one thing that would give her fulfillment. For she knew, any rational person would run away, but she wasn't one.
Scanning the vicinity for the male, she spotted him sitting on a table afar. She stood by the keg, trying to blend in as a few drunkards pass around their beers and sing about songs of their time.
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Post by DC on Dec 22, 2014 20:48:13 GMT -5
The chaos of the inn did nothing to disturb Cynterialis from his thoughts as he merely sat at the table. At one point, one of the waitresses tried to ask him if he wanted anything to drink, though she struggled to delve into personal things such as the oddity of his appearance in doing so. Cynterialis said nothing in response, and eventually, she shrugged and went about serving the others within the inn with food and drink alike. Once more, Cynterialis disregarded those that would look at him oddly, and even further disregard—as if they weren't even there—those that tried to approach him. Most of said people were trying to ask about the deathmatch that had happened.
Apparently, news spreads extremely quickly. Then again, it wasn't quite that surprising; MagiTech was by far more than enough to make communication and relaying of messages extremely easily. This was another mark that would tag along Cynterialis wherever he went. Cynterialis was, however, keeping alert, despite his disconnected demeanor. He had no interest whatsoever in most of the people that approached him; most of them reeked of alcohol and were obviously a drink or two short of passing out. A few lingered for a good period of time; they were determined to get some information out of him.
He continued to ignore them, but he did note that the one following him, Csilla, though he knew not her name, had indeed followed him inside. Perhaps she wants something from me... he thought in an attempt to create possible motives. Maybe I'll talk to this one...
Then, one of the drunkards slammed his fist onto the table; the sudden action jerked Cynterialis' attention away from the one tailing him and to the drunkard that was obviously now frustrated.
"Talk to," he paused, due to being interrupted by what could pass as a hybrid between a yawn and a hiccup. "me, god dammit!" Cynterialis' gaze met with this figure, and although he didn't move in the slightest, he prepared himself for any possible outcome. Perhaps he would see just what this figure would do. Though in the back of his head, he was almost curious to see if the female would finally make an official "entrance" to Cynterialis' presence, rather than just tailing it.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 22, 2014 21:20:31 GMT -5
Keeping an eye on the male, she noticed everyone in the inn were most interested in him than most. It was good enough they had not felt her presence in the corner, though some would pass off a drink to her, thinking she was a male. She did nothing and said nothing, watching the drink pass unto someone else. She overheard men talking about the duel from earlier, saying that the man in the business suit was a god. But gods do not exist, they argued and so they pondered on what the male was. It amused her to see them trying to understand someone they are clearly afraid of having the same fate as the man earlier in the duel. Her gaze then looked at the other men in another table, whispering to each other of the duel and about the male. In another table, a few men and women were eyeing him like he was an outcast, others in silent glares and others in merriment. There are others who had a world of their own, especially those trying to eat each other up visibly.
From afar, she had noticed one man, silently drinking his pint of beer while staring right at the male. She knew he was the man who talked with his 'leader'. He was doing a good job tailing the same male as well, but she already knew he'd come. Analyzing his features and figure, she can see a slight bulge at the side of his right leg, knowing it was a sword in hiding, but it wasn't an ordinary sword. In fact, it was invisible. She stood upright in awareness. How is that possible, she thought as she tried to see how the sword looks like.
And once more, her gaze fell upon the male after hearing a fist pounded on his table. The people around seemed to be unfazed by the sound, drinking their hearts out until they would pass out. The man across him was clearly drunk but aggressive. Any little act of defiance of rudeness would trigger his anger in seconds like wildfire. She watched them both, stealing glances at the man with the pint. She thought, would she approach him and be in the business or just stay and watch? She knew the latter wasn't going to do her good. But she waited, for a moment, until the time comes for the necessity of her intervention to commence.
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Post by DC on Dec 22, 2014 21:35:06 GMT -5
Cynterialis watched the male, although something was tugging at his gut. An instinctual knowledge that was just beyond the reach of his real knowledge. Sure, the drunkard in front of him could possibly start up yet another fight, but there was something more. Perhaps it has something to do with the female watching me, he thought for a few moments. He considered a couple of scenarios. Some faces in the bar rang as slightly familiar, or at least, resembled some faces he had seen. Some of these people could be students from school... he added, trying to conjure up as many scenarios in his head as he could. There was an entire crowd that had been rooting for Senira. Obviously, the guy from earlier was in the same group. Perhaps one or more of these people have a vendetta against me.
There were a number of possibilities. Perhaps it's just the brewing of a bar fight... wait... bar fight... that's a good idea.
Cynterialis was not known for creating scenes, but rather, just being the unlucky one to be the one involved in many. However, this time, he wouldn't allow time to run its course for him to figure out what his gut was warning him of. This time, in a simple move, he shot himself back in his chair with a push of his foot that was against the table's support, but popped up from the chair. In the same moment, what had helped him pop up from the chair, also created enough force to launch the table at the drunkard that was shouting at him.
From there, he kicked the chair back, sending it flying at someone who was seated in a table behind him. He'd piss off as many drunk people as he could. He wanted to start a brawl. Sure enough, the man who was smashed by the chair from Cynterialis' "kick" got up and charged at him. Cynterialis dodged it and then grabbed him by his shoulders and redirected his force so he'd crash into yet another drunkard.
Then chaos began.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 22, 2014 22:17:52 GMT -5
In alert from the move the male had done to start a brawl, she quickly jumped over the shoulders of a man who was about to fling his beer at her. She kicked him back to the floor, using the force to jump higher and over some people and tables. When she landed, someone was about to lunge at her, though using her feet, she stepped on the fallen chair next to her and kicked it at him. Chaos erupted everywhere, the innkeeper hid behind the counter. Some managed to get out, others were stuck in the brawl. In a quick second, she glanced back to where the man with the pint had seated, only to find his chair gone. Frantic, she searched for the man, only to see him fight with another man, trying to get close to the male. Clearly enough, the male had no trouble fighting against five people, but as she had anticipated, the man with the pint was not alone. It would appear that all of them were against the male. Seeing as this was not a fair fight, she held nothing back.
Using their force against themselves, she redirected every punch to another man at their side that would either anger him or knock him out. Although she wasn't superhuman, she had received some punches here and there, but that did not stop her. She used the furniture to throw it at the men, no matter how many they were. It was effortless, her moves, rather graceful than havoc. Through every fight, she had tried to get closer to the male, not in hopes of fighting him, but to stop the man who has tainted his honor of trying to kill the male.
Suddenly, a man brought out a knife, aiming it at her. She tilted her head slightly, knowing no one would probably be able to see her face. As the man jabbed at her, she dodged at the side, only to bump another and be held by the shoulders. They were snickering, but she didn't panic. "Oh, a female," the man holding her said in an accent that was mixed with his drunkard state. He wreaked of alcohol. "Little girls shouldn't be playing with the big boys."
Saying nothing, she threw her head back in a harsh action, hitting his nose with enough force to possibly make it bleed. Using that distraction to her advantage, she bent forward, bringing the man with her as she pulled on his arm and let him go, causing him to stumble upon the one with the knife. She then took the knife and kept it in her boots, kicking the man's face in doing so.
"Out of my way!" the man, whom she recognized to be with the pint, shouted a few meters from her. She saw him stab a man in front of him though it would appear he was wielding nothing, but the swoosh of a sword was unmistakable especially for her. She glanced at the male who was probably still fighting five other men at the same time. She quickly gathered her thoughts, What to do?
She took a deep breath, knowing it was probably illegal to use it but as a master of the Enchantment arts, she muttered a few words under her breath, cursing rather than granting. While fighting she continued to mutter, as she made her way towards the male.
[0] Curse of the poison hemlock.
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Post by DC on Dec 22, 2014 22:32:18 GMT -5
Ah, minor mistake. When using the prep/charge system, you start at zero, since you haven't yet charged it a full "turn". Instead of one in your post, it should be a zero. When you post next, if you're still charging it, then it becomes a 1. Knowing that this sudden development would give Cynterialis time to analyze the true problem, he played extremely defensively. This only meant that he wouldn't take many hits, and would be dodging and deflecting others; he'd redirect people's momentum so that they'd crash into one another, and he'd survey what was going on as a whole whilst doing so. As he surveyed, he spotted the female's problem, and then noted that she seemed to be taking notice of someone in particular, instead of those closest to her.
His eyes drifted to the male, and that was when he witnessed the motion of a stab yet with an "empty hand".
Someone isn't obeying the law...
Since it was obviously going to come to drastic measures, Cynterialis debated pulling a weapon of his own. It's necessary... he thought after barely a moment of debating. This thought was followed immediately by a gathering mana concentration in his right palm. This would go unnoticed by many, especially considering the brawl going on—mana detection would be the least important activity one would be concerned with—and would allow for Cynterialis to gather it up with minimal issues. The only difference in his fighting at this point was, now, he was only using his left hand to deflect and redirect.
Although he was easily keeping up with the occasional attack towards him, he was focusing on the fact that there seemed to be a man in particular of interest. Considering he was stabbing people with a blade that was unseen, that meant he was the highest threat here; Cynterialis recognized, at least at the moment, that the female was not a threat to him. To buy Cynterialis some time, he ducked and swerved to the front of a man stumbling back from someone else's attack, and then spartan kicked him so that he'd go through the air a few feet, knocking into a few people to get into the man's way.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 22, 2014 22:59:22 GMT -5
Seeing the male kick a man to send him flying over the where the real enemy is, she knew he noticed the threat. Makes things a lot easier for her to react. It saves time from letting her explain as well. Knowing she'd be careful with the male and that she wanted him to know she isn't on the opposite side, she dodged some men around her, redirecting their blows and punches as well. A drunken bouncer caught sight of her and lunged after her. She quickly sidestepped against a man to avoid his lunge, watching him fall over himself and crushing two men as they groan in pain. He stood up and focused on her. She thought of a plan and in that second, she jumped on his shoulders and then kicked his head as she somersaulted from him, landing on the table. She took a mug and threw it at the man, hitting him squarely in the face. She did the same for other men, targeting those around the man.
Through this, she continued to mutter softly under her breath which only she could hear. As she stand ground on top of the table, the man caught sight of her and grumbled as he thought she was his accomplice. He shouted, "Get her!" In that moment, a few other large men came towards her, they were larger than the bouncer earlier, as if they were mutated to have those muscles. She noticed some gems were on their bodies, MagiTech devices to be precise.
These men are breaking the laws, she thought in annoyance as she jumped from one table to another, stepping on other people's head in the process.
[1] Curse of the Poison Hemlock
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Post by DC on Dec 22, 2014 23:12:15 GMT -5
Cynterialis was not stupid, and he knew exactly what was going on after surveying the actions in a matter of moments. The command to get the female only confirmed his ideas. The time to act was right away. In the same motion of his deflecting a sluggish, drunken punch aimed towards him, he flicked his wrist so that his palm would snap into place, positioned at the small group of men that were targeting the girl. What resulted was, to only them, a minor explosion of color that would completely ruin their focus and seemingly daze them for only a couple of seconds should they look right at it—Cynterialis placed it at eye-level[1].
He couldn't afford to maintain that simple captivation , however, so he let it go at that to use a snapping back of his arm, in an elbow, to meet with a fist that was heading towards him. The costs of the bar fight were that a large spell couldn't be created... unless, of course, the flow of battle didn't deter the gathering of mana that was becoming of the center of Cynterialis' right palm[2]. He needed his attack to charge faster, or he needed more time to charge it up. He wouldn't make it lethal, however, he would make it powerful enough to put him out of commission... so to speak...Lightsword[1]
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 22, 2014 23:38:27 GMT -5
Her patience was wearing thin with the men after her, but what stopped her for a moment was that they seemed to halt in their places, covering their eyes from nothing in particular. She took ash from her woolen purse and drew a circle on her left palm. The gems on her gauntlet underneath her sleeve was glowing slightly. She jumped to the men in that moment, as they seemed to adjust where they stand. She hit one out of balance using the chair as he fell on the other one. She swung the chair forward and a snap was heard when it contacted on the head of one of the men. She then slide under the other one, using the remaining leg of the chair to hit his groin, which unsurprisingly made him yell in pain. Someone then grabbed hold of her cloak and pulled her from behind, almost making her stumble but she regained her footing as she twirled around, wounding the man as she took out the knife from her boot. The action made the man let go of her cloak. She used all her force on the kick as she sent him reeling backwards and crushing some tables and knocking out some men in the process.
The man with the invisible sword, however, was chanting something she couldn't quite hear. But she could tell that mana was being absorbed into the sword as the man continued his chanting. With no time to lose, she threw another mug at the said man but it was deflected as if there was a barrier. It dawned on her that he wasn't alone. The presence of another mana user was somewhere but not within the brawl. For a moment, she looked out the high window, seeing a shadowy figure on the other building. But before she could tell what the figure was, she was tackled by another large man, making her yell in a silent scream. She had lost focus for that moment, and continued cursing. As she did so, elbowed the man in front of her that was trying to pin her down. Even though it did minimal damage, she was able to distract him for a moment, but he regained focus and punched her stomach. Hissing in pain, she took out the knife again and this time she stabbed his arm, he shouted in pain. She then stabbed him again but making sure it was not on the vital parts. She did not intend to kill anyone so she is doing what she could to wound him in order to escape.
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Post by DC on Dec 23, 2014 0:07:49 GMT -5
The fight was not going very well, but then again, it was better than it probably could have been. There was more time to get things done, despite what one would think chaos would demand. He needed just a moment longer...
His left hand, still being used to deflect what he must, was more or less his only free option. However, he didn't leave such a resource unused; as he was deflecting anything that could cause any real damage to his body—he held no regard for the condition of his hand, despite the fact that after deflecting a few mugs and glasses that had shattered from time to time, and instead used it for something new. He started to gather up mana in his left palm as well, deciding that a type of shut-down would be in place to buy yet more time. He knew his target.
His right hand, however, continued to gather yet more energy[1]; Cynterialis had yet to be attacked by anyone of real importance, yet that fact bothered him a little, although it wouldn't be visible on the surface. As the mana continued to gather, at this point, now, his right hand started to look a little brighter than the area around it, as if light were gathering. He had noted the "barrier" protecting the man that the female was inadvertantly deeming the most threatening, judging by the way he didn't have to move to deflect anything. As for his real target, he released yet again another quick subjugation spell[2], aimed this time for the man with the invisible blade's mind. If he didn't look away, he would, like the small group from before, be momentarily mesmerized and his entire effort would be completely ruined, for the time being.1. Lightsword[2]: Now visible light changes are present around Cynterialis' right hand. 2. Mesmerize[quickdraw]: The man with the invisible blade has only a moment to guard himself against a momentary daze.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 23, 2014 1:02:50 GMT -5
She has already knocked out the man in front of her as she repeatedly hit his head with a glass cup after sheathing back her knife. Just as she was about to stand up, someone grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her across the room towards the male. Though she couldn't move in the air, she had unconsciously grab hold on a man's head, unknowingly twisting it due to the force and landing a few meters from the male. From her landing, she had knocked out two people and the other one was underneath her. She groaned slightly, hitting the conscious one with the back of her palm. She had noticed she was near the male and continued to fight off some men near them. The number of assailants were lowering as a lot of bodies were laying on the floor. Muttering the curse under her hood, she spotted the man blinking furiously but his chanting never stopped. Then he closed his eyes as he appeared to be glowing. She recognized the enchantment and it was a grant. A grant for resistance.
He isn't really alone, she thought, growing more pissed by the minute. They had broken the rules and justice would be upon them. It wasn't fair. So she had thought their end won't be as fair as they have played their cards.
Just one more moment, she thought, almost completing the curse she had casted. On her left palm, however, was gathering mana for further use, preserving what she can.
[0] Mana reserve: 5 [2] Curse of the Poison Hemlock
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Post by DC on Dec 23, 2014 10:04:10 GMT -5
Abjuration... he quickly realized. Though the fact that his minor spell didn't work was fairly interesting to him. But there remained one question: could his shield protect against a fully charged spell? If he wasn't concentrated on increasing the shielding's power, then when Cynterialis acted, his shield would break. Just a little longer. By now, Cynterialis' right hand was now emanating light far brighter, though not enough to really be damaging or blinding. But something warned of said levels, quite rapidly. Oddly enough, the air around his palm was getting significantly hotter, as well, however one would likely just assume that it was from the concentration of light energy[1]. They wouldn't be wrong.
Cynterialis had one thing that people made a mistake of concerning his approach. Although he usually kept within the lines, he did't actually care for laws. Since he never was the one to initiate trouble, he usually just let it run its course; most of the times, the ones starting issues followed the law, as if they would win and so they could go without the law against them. Cynterialis, however, did not care. This man intended to kill, and Cynterialis didn't quite feel that the man would be willing to stop for a day or so just to create an official deathmatch document.
"Buy me just a little bit longer," he requested, obviously enough towards the female. "I'm finishing this."
Cynterialis was keeping track of the mana that the man was using. He wasn't building power; he was just maintaining a steady stream of it. That having been said, it was too late for him to start building up power within the shield. It wouldn't be enough to withstand his attack. A simple abjuration spell that wasn't rising in power was like using a glass shield. Sure, it will block minor things such as pebbles and the sort, but against a boulder, it will shatter. He just wanted to make sure that of all people, the female who has officially caught his interest was out of the way. His attack would leave nobody in its wake alive. It was already nearing a lethal level, but Cynterialis wanted to make sure that the man had absolutely no chance of stopping him. If he wasn't prepared for a boulder to his glass shield, a mountain was going to be even more effective.Lightsword[3]: Nearing a lethal level, the light is now starting to become extremely bright around Cynterialis' right hand. The more the mana is charged up, the brighter and hotter it is getting.
There haven't been notes for the man's charging up the barrier's power, so it is qualified as a "maintained quickdraw", meaning while he is maintaining it, it's still only at the level of a quickdraw—a minor spell that really isn't very effective for anything. Quickdraws can counter quickdraws, though, so you were right in saying the mesmerizing spell failed.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 23, 2014 19:16:31 GMT -5
Upon hearing his request, the slight mana charge in her left palm was rising up to a level of 10, quite enough for her to cast a grant. With the drawn circle in her palm, she had casted a strength grant around the male though knowing it wasn't enough to block the entire crowd of men but it would last for a few minutes. It would inflict minor damage on the male in any case he was hit. She had heard his words and said in reply with a mellow yet smooth voice, "Done." After uttering that single word, she had unsheathed her knife and wounded others, although not potentially killing them. Taking hold of the arm that was about to hit her at her side, she twisted it while kicking some men as she used the owner of the arm as a shield.
Then, she knee-kicked the man and broke a glass cup as she kicked him backwards. Grabbing the longer and usable shards, she threw them to the other assailants with precision as each shard hit the wooden boards with their clothing, keeping them immobilize for a while. Knowing she had done a grant, the curse she was building up had lessen its power, losing at least one-eighth. But that didn't stop her from building it up. Thinking that the male had a plan in mind, she did what she can to take down most of the men and trying to distract the man in the barrier.
He,however, had taken notice of her attempts and looked at her, still wielding the invisible sword. The barrier was still present as she would have noticed.
Thinking there was no time to lose, she would use up the mana she had gathered for her curse and inflicted it on all men, except the male. Though it wouldn't be clearly seen unless focused, her irises seemed to glow slightly as she was about to cast the spell.
She glanced at the male before saying the last word, "Infictio."
Suddenly, everyone else couldn't move, their limbs refusing to do their bidding. Though their heart was beating and they could breathe and blink and move their lips. But all other body functions stopped. She stood a few meters behind the male, watching what would happen next.
[1] Strength grant: It provides an increase in defense and decreases damage received upon the host for only 5 minutes, as per the energy used. [3] Curse of the Poison Hemlock: It paralyses the selected targets, preventing muscle coordination and organ function. Excluding the lungs, heart and brain(thought process).
Ah I see. Forgive me, I didn't know that it was considered as quickdraw.
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Post by DC on Dec 23, 2014 20:02:43 GMT -5
If it isn't charged at all, then it's qualified as a quickdraw, even if it's "maintained" like the one that the man is using. Since he's not "charging up" the attack, it's still grounded at the "quickdraw" level, since there was nothing noted in his increasing its quality. The quickdraw rules apply to you, as well. Any actions that use mana and the sort are quickdraws if they aren't "charged up" before execution.
Another thing... I'm a little confused about the "grant" thing you explained.
What is a level ten? A person cannot charge ten-levels within the prep/charge system, but this was in-combat, so is this her own personal "scale" she thinks of it as? And then this:
I'm just confused about what you're explaining here, point blank. Increase in defense is easily understood, but when you say "damage inflicted upon the host", did you mean that the damage the host inflicts is increased? Because as it's currently worded, it contradicts itself.
Also, just a little something, but drawing up the circle should be done as it's charging, to make it fair. Drawing a full spell circle for a three-charged attack isn't really fair. The exception to this would be a quickdraw spell, but since this is a 3-charged attack, which would last for the 5 minutes that you said the quick-draw would last for.
A quick-draw, like I said before, is only good for in-the-moment needs, so a quick-draw can't be over the duration of more than probably a couple of seconds. I typically base my scales like this, with the time in between charges depending on the kind of attack: The female had done as he had asked, judging by the shift in mana, and then the current state that he had found everybody to be trapped within. Quite a handy trick... kind of like a field-mes... he though loosely, still gathering mana within his right hand[1]. By this point, his right hand would start to emanate an intense field of light, obviously now at what could be a lethal level, though something suggested it still had the ability to gather more. More than just his hand, though, after a few moments, it then started to become of the air reaching around his entire arm. The light was getting intense enough to cause one to squint if they were looking in the general direction, and if one were to stare directly at it, it could almost be blinding. Anybody with any degree of logic within their head could figure out that if it were to continue gathering in intensity, it would also become more than just a nuisance enough to cause one to close their eyes or shield them.
Cynterialis was given more time than what he really needed just to gather up enough energy to max out his attack. His eyes didn't move away from the male that had the hidden blade in the slightest, and despite the fact he was gathering so much mana in his right palm, he didn't move to reflect such a process. He didn't say anything since his request from Csilla, and he didn't exactly show any signs of gratitude, however, that could possibly be attributed to the fact that he had white and red cloth wrapping around up to the bridge of his nose. Expressions from someone wearing such an attire would be something hard to come by, minus the shifting of eyebrows or so. Cynterialis, of course, never used such expressions. As it was, he still remained neutral.
He wondered, for a moment, if the attack that Csilla had given off would've effected the male with the hidden blade; it should have, since she had prepped the attack for more than a little while, and so it had a greater mana output than the mana that the man was using to maintain a shield as weak as his own. No, there was no doubt. THe attack would've affected the male despite his shield. Though, now, he wondered, if he wasn't chanting anything, his shield should be completely nullified. It would drop, and he would now be given absolutely zero protection against Cynterialis' building up attack.
Although the wrapping hid it, Cynterialis smiled for the first time in a few days.Lightsword[4]: The light is now getting intense enough to be blinding, as well as giving off a significantly greater heat signature.
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Post by Lactea Via on Dec 23, 2014 20:56:33 GMT -5
Squinting from the light, she stepped a few paces back from the male, turning away to avoid the glare. She had turned to face the window, however, she could see movement from the next building. As she stepped closer to it while raising a hand to cover her face, her eyes widened a fraction of a second before stepping on a broken table, causing it to flip another piece of wood in the air. By that moment, it was penetrated with a large arrow that barely missed her forehead by an inch before falling on the ground. Artemis Arrow, she thought, quickly grabbing a long table's leg and positioned it to block its path from the male, which was its direction in the most probable conclusion she had deduced. She took the arrow in her hands, looking large on her hands. Glancing from her make-shift fortress, she noticed the figure on the next building was holding something that shone a bright white. Though it wasn't directed at them, it was somewhere else. Following the direction, she spotted another figure, an archer judging from the bow it was holding on to. She had thought that on each opposite building from the inn, there has to be at least one archer in position. So far the buildings that would have a view and good angle to attack them is three. All on three different angles that could hit her and the male if they should attack simultaneously. She pondered on a counter-attack, trying not to disturb the male for she knew he had something up his sleeve. No choice, she said in her mind, reaching for her weapons behind her. She took out a bow and arrow as well, though handcrafted and quite different from any other alike weapons in the region. She was proud of her weapon that was handcrafted by her father. She had modified it herself and turned out to be just magnificent. The string was reinforce after replacing it with a strong string she could find. The structure of the bow had curves in odd directions, making it compact and tough, providing a good sense of sturdiness. She took the Artemis Arrow and positioned to fire, muttering pungo with it. The man on the other side of the room, seemed to twitch, bringing about slight movement. Trying to move his hand muscle in tiny success, he let go of the sword and it was heard as it stabbed the floor. It wasn't a surprise that Csilla's curse was a bit nullified for the man, for they had not notice the quickdraw abjuration spell of one not so far away. [Quickdraw] Penetration (pungo): A grant used to enhance physical attack of the said weapon. [Quickdraw] Nullification: An Abjuration spell that nullifies a hold on said target, though casted with less energy. [0] Gather: The gathering of mana towards the sword of the man, absorbing mostly from him and the earth. Yes, it is her scale. Forgive me for the confusion, I will not use those scales if it helps. I have edited the last post and clarified some pieces. I am sorry.
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Post by DC on Dec 23, 2014 21:50:59 GMT -5
Much better, but please make a note of who is doing which actions, because it became vague as to who was using what, a smidgen. I don't think I need to explain it, but remember that each person is limited to only two "options" per post. You can either launch two simultaneous attacks (quickdraws/non-mana usage), one attack and one charging (quickdraw & charged attack), or two charging attacks (charging & charging) in any given post. Go time.
At this point, the light coming off of Cynterialis' entire right arm was now definitely blindingly bright. It was also hot enough to dub it worthy of being compared to a fireplace, which, given the weight in the air as well as the entire aura of the floor changing as the flow of battle had changed to something more serious, was enought o make some people start to wipe now excessive sweat from their faces and motivate others to start thinking about leaving... drunk or not.
The inkeepers were trying their best not to get involved, since, as the battle went on, they realized that it was not just a standard bar fight. As much as they would like to be able to just get it all taken care of so they could go home from their, by far, most interesting shift in work in years, they understood that attempting to leave could very well cost them their lives. They didn't really have a firm grasp of who the "good guys" and "bad guys" were, however, so they weren't sure of who they should be rooting for. The only information they knew was that Cynterialis had started the fight. They also realized that the man that seemed to be leading a coordinated attack against Csilla and Cynterialis was the first to up the game to more serious levels.
They decided their faith needed to go with the lesser of two evils: Cynterialis and Csilla were thus dubbed the "good guys" in this fight. The inkeepers and few people that remained all seemed to agree with this unanimously, but they didn't really interfere any. Nor were they aware of what was just about to happen. All that they knew was that Cynterialis was now given free time to charge up the odd light coming off of his right hand, and he had helped Csilla—oddly enough, the only other person who showed no interest in anybody—so perhaps they were companions or something.
This thought distracted many of them from Cynterialis' sudden burst of movement. With his left hand, he closed it into a fist, and only immediately after he did so would the reasoning be known. As he would begin his actual attack, Csilla would be unaware that he actually shielded her from its additional effect on viewers[1].
With his attack now completely charged up as far as he could make it, he stepped towards the man most threatening to Csilla and himself, without failing to recognize the new threat that Csilla had addressed, and whipped himself around in a spin led by his, bent, right elbow. When it was just about in place, he snapped his arm open, and the blinding white-light that was coming from his palm would suddenly concentrate itself and take the shape of a longsword[2]. This longsword was made entirely of photokinetic origins, and as it manifested with the swinging of his arm, it would slash not only through the man that had dropped the hidden blade, not only slash him in two*, but it would also carve through a bit of the ceiling as it manifested, as well as carve deeply into the wood-planked floor of the room. Also in the arc's path, both behind the male as well as at the last tail of the arc's movement, were a few tables and chairs. They seemed to take the least amount of damage, however, because by that point, the blade would disperse with a blinding flash of light.
Because of the speed of it all, the only time that anybody would be able to assess the actual damage done would be after the bright flash that signaled the end of his attack. However, because of how intense the flash was, anybody that was looking in the general vicinity would be blinded for a few hours, and anybody that had looked directly at the blade itself as it attacked would be blinded for the remainder of their life, if they didn't seek out magical means of healing. However, Csilla was actually shielded from even the most blinding part of it, even if she had looked directly at it.
If the archers had maintained their desire to keep shooting directly at the both of them, then they too would face repercussions of staring directly at the flash of Cynterialis' attack.
The damage that anybody could see, if they could see, was far more than what would've been expected from just a single attack, unless one had been keeping track of the mana gathering. The "scrape" in the ceiling was about a finger's-length deep, sure, however as one would trail their eyes along the line of where the attack had actually interacted with, the damage would progressively get more ominous. It wasn't just a matter of a few lines that would make an imaginary-lined trail. There was a clear arc that had been traced in the room, and the closer it got to Cynterialis' body, the deeper the slash would have been. The man would've been slashed clean in two, albeit unevenly, without so much as even a single drop of blood being shed. Cynterialis' attack was, in a sort of way, an energy attack, making the wound clean upon striking.
As Cynterialis observed his handiwork, he looked around, and then back to Csilla, waiting.1. Photokinesis: Lightguard[quickdraw]: Csilla was given a photokinetic guard against the flash of Cynterialis' Lightsword attack.
2. Lightsword[5]: The attack was used, effectively destroying the entire half of the room that Cynterialis was facing. Those that looked in the general direction of the attack are blinded for a few hours, and those that had looked directly at Lightsword are now blinded for life.
*The attack was a downward angle from the right side of his neck, at the collarbone region, down to the bottom-left side of his ribcage.
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