Cross This New Divide(Zelena)

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Cyrus flew through the air the warm, dry, sandy air. his White wings flapping in a steady rythm. he was genuinly happy here in the lonelyness. he noticed some humans below, they seemed angry about something they were beating another person he couldnt tell who or what race it was at this point. he swore under his breath and stopped flapping his wings so he plummeted towards the sand. he flapped once before landing and folded his wings over his back and drew his Claymore from over his back the blade's sheath ending just over the top of his wings, had he no sheath it would be very painful to use. he walked towards the humans scowling as he did so, once he got to the head of the humans the first thing he did was say " Be you men or Be you beasts for you act as if to shame your race's grave standing even further not that i thought much or your species before" his violet eyes focusing on the leader he would be the first to die...

The leader seemed like a competent man who was muscular compared to most humans, covered in plate armour that was shined as if he had no fear, in a way his courage was admirable. his face was plain, eyes blue and deep brown mustache, beard and short hair. he then responded to cyrus by saying "What we be tis no concern of your's Knife ears shouldnt you be frolicking in your forests " his voice was harsh and Arrogant. he drew an Elegant rapier from his sheath and lunged intending to impale Cyrus

Cyrus was no longer their he was 3 steps to the right and with both hands swung cleaving the mans torso from his legs. blood splattered the ground and the sands around them. the metal plate armour was in scraps and the man's arrogant smile was etched on his face but his eye's betrayed his fear he then said the to the men louder than nessecary "Leave the Prisoner or whatever your using it for or join your dead master in the Void" he smiled as he said so.

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At this very moment Theia was a very annoyed woman… She had woken up to find that her hands and feet were tied together so tightly that she could barely move. Then all of these humans showed up, with one elf with them. The elf seemed young and was just as unruly and barbaric as the humans. She felt ashamed knowing the fact that he was in the same race as her, and he must have been the one who snuck up and tied her up. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to believe that a simple human could do such a task, even if she captured while she was sleeping.

She closed her eyes in frustration and she almost let loose a small growl of anger. She wasn’t pleased with this situation at all. When her eyes finally opened back up she saw the group of humans surround her. There was talk of selling her and using her in manners that she wouldn’t allow. The fires of anger grew more intense and distracted her usually indifferent and cunning self. The bonds were not hard to remove but it did require focus. “Not so proud now that you have been tied up by us now?” Stated one of the ignorant and foolish mortals. A smirk appeared on her face and she spat in that man’s face, showing her disregard for the human male without having to use words; words that were worthy of such barbaric creatures.

A fist was risen and quickly came towards her person, she only shifted her head a bit to miss the inaccurate punch. The idiot used his left arm, which left his right arm usable thanks to how he was facing her. He would have to turn around in order to get even the hope of hitting her. More voices rang through the air, some calling her a wench, damn pointy ears, and various other names. What idiots were these people? Then the elf rose up from the pile of wooden boxes that just seemed to randomly jut out from the sand. She was surprised to see that most of the humans had stopped their unruly behavior. What she didn’t like was that the inferior elf thought that he was better than her.

“Well well, it seems that we have a feisty one”, spoke the over confident elf. Intense violet eyes narrowed dangerously towards him, he was a complete disgrace. Finally she caught on that she was being too hot-headed and needed to focus on getting out of these inferior bonds. Sure they wouldn’t be hard to actually break but she needed a weapon to at least get out of here with the minimal amount of damage to her person. Pretending to be overwhelmed by the heat she looked around with a rebellious but tired expression in her eyes. In a matter of seconds she spotted where her weapons lay, next to a man wearing armor, but at least he wasn’t dumb enough to clad himself fully in it. He was still an idiot though.

Her ears caught onto the sound of air brushing against something that was falling fast. For a moment there was confusion at what could be the source of the noise, but when she saw a figure descending towards her location, well she had a better guess. Now she was curious if the being was there to help her or was he part of this fiasco? She looked around; it seemed that she wasn’t the only one that was paying attention to the newcomer. From the expression on their faces this man was no known ally to them, so it looked like the chances of him being a temporary ally was good.

Sand was pushed up as the male being flapped his wings once in order to land. She was surprised a bit by the contrasting white wings with his black hair. A large and impressive claymore was brought over his head, she couldn’t find a sheath that it belonged to and for a moment she was perplexed at how he carried it. He then walked to who was the human leader of the group. Arrogance and a harsh tone slipped from his mouth, “Be you men or be you beasts for you act as if to shame your race’s grave standing even further not that I thought much or your species before.” It was after his ridiculing of the humans that she noticed that he had violet eyes as well, something that she didn’t find too often among even her own race.

Then the man that was guarding over her weapons and now acknowleged as the human leader of the group replied back, “What we be tis no concern of yours Knife ears shouldn’t you be frolicking in your forests?” Then what Theia considered a weak and poorly made sword was unsheathed by the idiotic fool. He didn’t even hesitate to come towards the other being which she now assumed that he was an elf. Using the distraction she whispered, “Malthinae(bind) losna(release)”, in the ancient language. The spell took little effort and energy and the rope that once held her arms and legs were now loose and left on the sand of the desert. Pushing back the uncomfortable tingiling sensation from the blood flow returning back to her arms, she moved quickly to retrieve her bow, quiver, small pouch of money, a deceivingly harmless gold metal fan, and the long tan robe that she had brought with her.

The incompetent men just stared as the other elf had easily brought down their leader, the only one who seemed unaffected was the other elf that sided himself with the humans. He had seen every movement that she had made and began to reach down for his sheathed sword. Quickly she donned the bow and quivers to her back and left the robe on the box. The only object that she had was the golden fan spread wide open ready to counter attack the blow the other elf would make. Gold clashed against steel and the other barbaric elf had a sadistic smirk on his face, while Theia’s was one of indifference.

The newcomer who had just slayed the human leader told the rest to leave the prisoner alone or to join their master in death. Well she had to admit she like that he was at least direct and to the point. In the mean time she had to deal with this other delusional and young elf that had initiated the fight between them. “Oh surprise, surprise, the little helpless elf got rid of her ropes, now that won’t do”, spoke the crazed elf. Quickly she closed the fan so that she was able to capture the blade with the fan. The other elf was hesitant for a mere second and that was all that it took for her to twist the blade out of his hands and into her other free hand. Unlike the other elf she didn’t hesitate and she struck him with the elf’s own lightweight sword; in manner so that it went through his stomach and jutted out from the right corner of his lower lung.

“You shouldn’t try to capture something that you cannot control”, came her entrancing but indifferent voice. The young elf began to cough up some blood from his lungs and soon his life had descended into what the other winged elf called the void. She let go of the dreadful sword leaving it embedded into the now dead elf, his body landed upon the hot sand. She calmly rose her eyes to met up with the other elf, well wouldn’t this be interesting?
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Cyrus reveled in the death of the human his carcass rotting in the hot sun he was smiling. he noticed that the prisoner or slave had freed themselve's and had slain an Elf that seemed to have been an Enemy his hair was spotted with blood the tips bathed in crimson. his chest bared a Large X shaped scar was visible on his chest from hip to shoulders. he noticed the Prisoner was female, quite a pretty thing with similar color eye's to him. he wondered how on earth they had gotten the drop on her. he warily put his claymore back over his shoulder sliding it down to his sheath which was between his his wings and his back.

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He then spoke towards the remaining humans who still seemed to have some fight in them he said one word "Brisingr" pointing his palm at them while a crackling blue ball of fire flew towards them, one of them yelped and jumped out of the way. on contact with the sand the fireball exploded throwing another man skyward, he landed with a deep thud before getting to his feet and running the rest of the humans fleeing in a random direction. he was still smiling if possible he seemed cheerful about what he caused. he returned to the woman at hand.

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He lowered his palm and walked towards her, he noted her brown hair and her height being about 3 inche's shorter than he was. Her skin was unmarred, surprising for what he knew the humans had intended. he spoke to her Casually"Ignorant Creature's arn't they ? And him, the Elf is a disgrace to our race well not our race becuase im not full elf anymore but you get the picture" Cyrus said chuckling as he held out his hand to shake her own a symbol of peace momentarily

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Some details about the other man had gone unnoticed by her. Specifically the large X-shaped scar upon his dorsal and frontal sides, starting at his hips and trailing to his shoulders. It was strange to see such a scar on the elf, maybe he wasn’t fully elf if and as a result he couldn’t heal that scar all the way. Either way she knew that she would have to find out more about the newcomer. A smile graced his face, he seemed to enjoy killing that human. Did he hold a hatred for humans or did he have sadistic side that busted out when there was bloodshed?

She observed as the other elf had put his claymore over his back, this time she could spot a small piece of the enormous sheath that it was placed in. The expression in his eyes let her know that he was warry of her, watching her every move. It seemed like he didn’t completely trust her either. She didn’t blame him either; she would be rather disappointed if he just naively trusted her.

Theia wasn’t expecting him to use the spell for fire in this situation. It would of course do. Seeing that it made most of the humans scatter and run and a one was currently being burnt to his death. She didn’t move from her spot, just stood there and starred at the strange being. The humans were making sure not to go near her now and she was quite sure that they were more concerned about their own pathetic lives than trying to get something out of her. At least the creatures had that much self preservation. Her thoughts then returned back to the winged man. His smile had grown only the slightest bit.

What a strange elf indeed. She then picked up the tan robe that was lying on the old sandy crate from before. A scowl appeared on her face as she noticed that the white fabric of her attire was now covered in sand. It was going to take forever to get the stuff out of the fabric. Meanwhile she could hear the shifting of sand as the other elf came closer to her, she pretended to seem like she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. When he stopped and held out a palm towards her, she turned her head to look at his lowered palm before raising her head to look up at him. “Ignorant creatures aren’t they? And him, the Elf is a disgrace to our race well not our race because im not full elf anymore but you get the picture.” The elf-woman was a bit surprised to see that he was chuckling and that small smile still had not left his face.

She didn’t know if she could really trust him and his smiles. Either way she wasn’t in the mood to fight him right now, the sun’s rays were harsh on her already sun-kissed skin and she now felt how parched her throat was. So calmly she lifted a feminine hand into his rough ones, shaking them to show that she wasn’t an enemy as of now. Her hand was firm but not overpowering and soft despite the lack of moisture in the air, a quality that she owed to her heritage. “They are quite ignorant creatures, but just as annoying”, she said in a surprisingly indifferent tone. On her alluring face she deliberately put on a soft smile and eyes that showed some kind of relief. An act that she was good at, just like many other elves who had experienced being in the game. You never knew who was in it and what that would mean for you, fate wasn’t always so kind.

Theia had found that it is best to only trust yourself and always suspect others. Additionally she was certain that the male in front of her was no different. In fact he probably enjoyed participating in the game more than she did. In the end she had to wait to see how all of this would play out.

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Theia's hand felt soft against Cyrus's hand, it seemed warm he released her hand and let his own fall slowly trying not to hurt her feelings as he did so, he noticed her somewhat revealing Clothing a sash covering her upper chest but didnt cover her belly button and the area their while a dress covered her legs quite well in all he thought the clothes suited her. he then said "My Name is Cyrus Locke" he said at random introducing himself so he could at least be adressed by name if they were to speak. he walked over to the crates the humans had left behind in their haste to escape. he found many things: A large supply of items that would be useful for a journey, a Large Claymore that surpassed his own, a large belt with a silver buckle and some armour.

he Drew his claymore and in the Ancient language Said "You have Served me Well my friend enjoy your rest, " he sighed before stabbing the blade into the sand the hilt pointing to the sky. he did similar to the sheath right next to each other. he drew the claymore from the crate's and Examined the blade it was Beautiful in a fashion, it had no center just metal lining the edge, where the center should have been was blank air, the blade's color was a deep blue. the Hilt was Wooden, with Red fabric over it, the pommel of the blade had a deep crimson Ruby on it, the hilt was long enough for him to wield with one hand or both hands. he approved, he swung it through the air a beautiful noise was emmitted from the blade, it was a blade designed around speed it seemed. he searched for the sheath and once he found it, he strapped it around his chest inbetween his back and his wings.

The rest of the items he left except the food and water, thinking of the woman, he split the food halfway, and offered her the water first, the food was a loaf of bread which had been halfed, a block of cheese halfed, two onions each and a big Watermelon which he cut in half and quickly tilted up so the liquid was still inside it. he wondered what she would think of this gesture, it wasn't often he offered kindness to complete strangers but he could tell she was like him, she wasn't a stuck up snotty elf who looked down their noses at other creatures. he shook off these thoughts as he ate the onion's, cheese and bread. folding the bread back on itself so it formed a sandwhich, he then drank the liquid from the water melon, before picking out the seeds and eating the soft flesh of the watermelon.

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She really didn’t feel much when he let go of her hand, only the loss of warmth from her hand. It came to her attention that he was looking over her, basically taking in more detail about her. Curiosity about his opinion of her was nonexistent. At the moment she was only concerned about what his next move would be. After that was finding some damn water. He then introduced himself as Cyrus Locke, a name that she was quite certain that she had not heard before. As such she figured he wasn’t anyone of high ranking but it didn’t mean that he was useless or untalented, just not well known.

Theia’s eyes followed the now known half-elf as he moved over to a group of crates. Then it occurred to her that there could be food and water stored in these crates. She didn’t notice as her eyes lit up with some kind of excitement or happiness, maybe a small bit of both. Theia took a couple steps closer to the male as he rummaged through the crates. Overall there was a great deal of items in them but the most surprising item of them all was the large claymore that he drew out of the dusty crate.

She decided to sit on a nearby crate for now, satisfied with watching his action; in the hopes of getting a better idea of who this “Cyrus” was. Quietly she studied as he “properly” laid his previous claymore to rest. As she examined the blade from afar she could tell that the edges were quite dull for a sword that large and it had scratches upon its surface that told of some hard battles. Since she didn’t really care for swords she didn’t really know as much as she would about her bow or golden metal fan. It didn’t mean that she was completely clueless either. In battle it was important if not key to know the strengths and weaknesses of an opponent’s weapon.

Those obvious flaws and could result in his death against a decent opponent. Sentimental value was worthless compared to survival. Survival always came first, if it didn’t, well your life more than likely would come as a price. To Theia it wasn’t worth it and apparently it was the same with this Cyrus. Now examining the new claymore, she found that she liked the deep blue color of the blade. The fact that it was hallow in the center may point to some issues later but at least he could catch some smaller blades and break them within the center, at the very least re-direct the attack.

Then again that could cause a toll on the claymore later on, but for now it should be just fine, seeing that it looked freshly branded. Then she looked at his expression, it seemed approving. With a quick test swing the air around the blade produced a strange sound. Something that could be used to distract an enemy not use to such noise and weapon, it could be enough to end someone’s life. Most were ready to face off with an axe, sword, spear, hammers, and at some points double-handed swords. Often the usual weapons that most were unprepared for where the most deadly. This claymore fit that description. Theia didn’t like that one bit.

Once he sheathed the new claymore his eyes seemed to travel to some food that he had found. He offered her some water and she took it with a thank you. After taking a sip it felt refreshing, it wasn’t cool like she wanted but at least her throat wasn’t as dry. In the meantime it seemed that Cyrus had prepared half a loaf of bread, half of a cheese block, two onions, and half of a watermelon for both of them.

At first she was slightly surprised by his kindness; the fact that Cyrus was willing to share that much food with her but mainly at the watermelon, it held the most nutrients and the fruit was a sweet treat, almost like a dessert. He looked at her with those violet eyes of him. It was obvious to her that he was in thought about something involving her. The exact subject would never be known to her but at least she knew a bit about what he was thinking. She picked up the bread and the cheese block first and using a small knife nearby she cut both in a matter so that the cheese was in between the split bread. She began eating; Cyrus had already finished up his portion of the meal, well except for the watermelon. She was saving that part for the last, she wanted to savor it.

She paused before she took a bite out of her make-shift sandwich. “Cyrus…”, she paused and feigned disinterested, “Thanks for your help.” She then took another bite. Man did saying that hurt her pride so, but it was the least she could do, no matter the situation. They should really find a way back towards the forest after eating though. Cyrus would probably fly back by himself, but seeing that he came to help her out instead of minding his own business… he would probably stay around until they reached the forest. Theia could be wrong but that didn’t happen too often.
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Cyrus rolled his eyes as Theia was talking, he finished his watermelon and started eating it. the flesh was cold and still moist from the liquid that had been in it moments ago. he savored it, eating very slowly so he got the full taste of the watermelon. he swung onto his back staring at the sun which was in the process of setting making everything have a very exotic tinge to it. he was thinking about Theia why she was here, why they had caught her, how they had caught her because it was obvious she was a strong fighter. he shook off these thoughts.

He then stood up and drew his claymore and walked off towards a nearby Oasis, he'd spotted on his flight, he then took his pants and shoes off before jumping into the water. letting the warm water soak in, he was still wearing his undergarments. he dunked his head under the water cleaning his absurdly long hair and the remainder of his body, getting the blood off of his hair and chest. he spent about 5 minutes in the water ensuring he was clean. he then got out of the water and dried himself with a quick spell before putting his clothes back on and drew his claymore again before walking slowly and silently towards the elf.

He then walked back towards the food where he had eaten and said "Stand up and Duel me... if you dont i shall attack anyway and you will die if you dont want to hurt me so try hard i would hate for this to be easy" Cyrus said lunging to her left fainting and swung around to her right side intending to cut her, cause her pain and most importantly he wanted to see if she was the kind of stuck up spoiled brat the rest of his kind where, plus he wanted to see her strength

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It irked her when the male half-elf rolled his eyes at her as she spoke. At least she knew that he didn’t really care for consideration and appreciation. No he was probably one of those sadistic beings that had that constant urge to fight, meanwhile they sought praise and to be seen in a heroic light. Well maybe she was being a bit bitter, maybe she wasn’t, and either way she knew she wouldn’t be thanking him again anytime soon.

She realized that she ate her so called sandwich as she was brooding on how irritated she was with her temporary ally. Seeing that she wanted to eat the watermelon and the onions could be saved for a later time, just encase, these thoughts resulted in the storing of the onions into a small pouch that Cyrus left untouched. Quickly she placed the pouch within the robe that she had set next to her as she ate her sandwich. Her violet eyes looked down at the tan object. It would be idiotic of her to wear that garment now.

The harsh rays of the sunlight reminded her of the exact location that she was placed in. How did she get here anyhow? All she remembered was feeling sleepy and then the pitch blackness. Irritation once again took hold of her emotions; it seemed to her that all the possibilities were pointing to poison. They must have drugged her with the water she had taken from an innocent looking stream… Theia’s eyes narrowed towards the watermelon that she had in her tan and feminine hands. There was a temptation to squash the darn fruit, in hopes of releasing some frustration, but self preservation kicked in at the right moment.

Her pink lips went to take a bite of the moist fruit. Satisfaction was present from the moisture and the sweetness of the fruit. Through Theia’s peripheral vision she caught movement from her “ally”. He laid on his back just staring at the sun… must be bored then... Another bite of watermelon was taken. Cyrus soon after got up and just took off somewhere. Theia had no intentions of following him, if he wanted to go off on his own that was his choice, she wasn’t about to become some tag along. She was ignorant of the nearby oasis and of any intentions that he had.

Within a minute she was done with her food and she threw the leftover shell rather indifferent to where it landed. Lazily she stretched out in a manner that her arms reached over her head while both of her hands where held together. A small yawn escaped her lips and a few more movements were made afterward to help her adjust to her mood and surroundings. Bare feet moved closer to one of the crates and quickly she opened it, finding a few items inside. But a red box with golden leaves on it caught her attention, she opened it to find a damascus dagger within.

Her tan fingers followed the weaving patterns in the blade, the obvious marking of the material of the blade and the technique used to create the curved blade. The hilt was a dark cherry wood with gold as its core, making the blade sound. It hadn’t escaped her notice that the design on the hilt was of a tribal origin, because she had never seen some of the markings that were on it before. Strangely it felt familiar to her, some part of her felt happiness from finding the item. This confused her and brought up strange questions.

By this point she had returned to her previous spot as she examined the blade more closely. Despite this she wasn’t unaware of her surroundings and knew that someone was coming towards her. When he came into sight she saw that Cyrus wasn’t taking off just yet. She was not surprised by the half-elf’s demand for a fight, but it wasn’t entirely expected either. Her violet and golden eyes narrowed at the male with menacing intent. He was really foolish to think that she would be afraid of harming him.

Without any warnings or any hesitation Cyrus had lunged towards her left, catching that his body wasn’t being pressed onto his right leg. Theia gauged that he wouldn’t be putting all of his force into the lunge. She had opened up her golden metal fan into her right hand and placed the newly found dagger into her left hand. Bending her knees she prepared to evade the claymore, she just had to figure out where he would try to strike her.

The movement was quick and controlled as Cyrus swung from his lunge to come at her from the right, she wouldn’t have time to completely make a move to strike at him, but she would be able to block him. “Vindr”, she spoke calmly. Instantly the wind seemed to push against the sand and burst out, sending sand up and towards the claymore and successfully hiding her form from Cyrus. The sand would at least slow his attack if not stop it. She silently stepped forward a bit, and continued to bend her knees ready to take the first opportunity to either block, dogde, or strike at him. He wouldn’t find any hesitation from her and he wouldn’t find any mercy or compassion either, not as long as he continued to be her opponent.
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His eyes suprised and alive with joy as the elf blew up dust. he jumped back out of the smoke he counted it as cheating to use Grammayre in a duel but it wasnt his place to judge, he stepped a few paces back and with his claymore spun it vertically blowing away the dust which had been raised by Theia, he then kicked up sand with one powerful kick and said "Jierda" Calmly as the sand raced towards theia he smiled. the sand at that speed would be like being hit by a brick. he didnt stop their with his use of grammayre however.

"Brisngr" he said extending one palm again, as a bright blue fire ball followed out of the palm, the fireball would explode on contact with any thing, he wasnt stupid enough to aim at her, he aimed at the sand infront of her in a way to make it look like he was tiring, he gritted his teeth to add to the effect and started breathing heavily all part of the deception. In reality however his strength was mostly full, he could keep fighting in this fashion for about 10 minutes, maybe more if she kept throwing up smoke screens.

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As the dust moved about and shifted she knew it blocked his vision for the time being, but in return it blocked her vision of him as well. The only trace of him moving was the trail of dust that moved following his movements like an airy cloth. She made sure to not move much, if at all, she wanted to see if he would get creative.

There was no disappointment as he began to blow away the dust with his claymore, the cobalt blue of the blade shining as the sunlight reflected off of it. She took notice of the color it produced and what angle the blade was at in order to better anticipate any upcoming attacks.

Cyrus didn’t waste any time as he kicked up a great deal of sand and enhancing it with magic. Wasting no time herself Thiea place the fan so that it touched the ground opened up and since it was made with gold and magic she was able to channel energy and magic through it, although she couldn’t enhance it, it saved her from having to let go of a weapon. The dagger was an object that she would have to let go of in order to draw a great deal of power into a spell in a very small amount of time. With the fan this wasn’t necessary.

” Deloi rïsa”, the pair of words were spoken quickly; accompanied by a jerked movement from her arm. Resulting in the fan rising, the sand followed suit creating a wall a few inches taller than herself. Sand against sand was not too bad and it left a good dent in the wall. Violet-golden eyes narrowed and her breathing was even despite using that much magic. It was her natural talent; it was the skills with the melee weapons that she had to “learn” the dance to. She was use to training for long hours, meditating, and practicing mental games and stances with her fan and other unusual weapons that she happened to cross.

She knew her limits though. On the other hand she didn’t know Cyrus’s limits. Soon the flames of the enchantment released by her sparring partner hit the wall, and it contained enough power to destroy the wall itself. Instantly her legs moved her away from the falling flaming wall of sand. Her target though was the half-elf now. She would try to land a blow on him now. He looked tired and exhausted. Though she was still cautious, if you didn’t kill the being it was still capable of attacking you and winning, she remembered this from a past experience.

The end result, Theia initiated her offensive tactics and her mind rapidly uncovered any hidden movements that she could point out that he could make. Noticing that the large blade was still being spun so she could throw it at her, continue the spin but change the angle it came at her or easily block off any encounter with a close range weapon. Thiea’s aim would be to stop him from spinning the darn thing and get closer to him. The sword was large and was speedy for a claymore, but she would be faster in her movements seeing that her weapons were incredibly more lightweight.

She waited until the blade was moving in an uppercut motion and opposed the blades movement with her closed golden fan. It was strong enough in this form to oppose the sapphire blade.

Meanwhile her left hand holding the handle of the dagger in a fist, the blade parallel to the ground, the curve of the blade concaving towards her forearm, and her thumb placed on the bottom of the handle to make her grip sturdy. Sun-kissed skin glowed softly in the harsh light; violet eyes communicated a stern gaze, face cold and indifferent, her movements were precise, calculated, and strong. Weakness wasn’t something that she would not choice to communicate.

Knees were still bent but most of her weight was shifted onto her right knee in correlation to the hand that held her fan. She had to be careful about him overpowering her, receiving a headbutt, and him tripping her. Her body was alert and ready to react to any movement that he made. Theia needed to tire him out. In order to do that she would be flexible, quick, and committed to every move that she made.

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Cyrus watched as she defended herself with Grammayre using sand of her own to erect a wall in the way of the cascading sand which made a considerable dent before the wall was completely Annihalated by the blue flame, while he was focused on this he noticed her Cold face as she ran towards him, he blinked and smiled as her beautiful body made the attack it was very Graceful even for an Elf Hybrid.

Cyrus heard the clang on metal on metal as the fan and the claymore struck, he was suprised to see the woman manage to block the blade with such a weapon. regardless he smiled and released the claymore and jumped up and over her ending up horizontally above her with both his hands pointing towards her and said "Jierda " Causing a shockwave to be shot downwards, at such close range the likely hood that she could dodge was slim but it had happened before.

His leap continued over her as he soared he noticed that he did like her to an Extent. he decided to use his full strength for this fight, no more hiding it or pretense he would fight and he would win. he landed elagantly 5 or 6 paces away and span around and said "Adurna Risa" as water drew from the sand up into the air he had it compressed to hide the amount of damage it could do, he had it in a firm yet transparent Wall ready to attack or defend if the need Arises he then Added "I am enjoying this, your a true elf or you have a true elf's spirit at least"

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She wasn’t expecting him to intentionally let his grip go of the claymore. As a result she was started to fall to her right, the fact that her knees were bent saved her from falling. Although it didn’t stop her from moving forward a bit. Now Cyrus was alright above both hands pointed towards her frame, he used Grammayre to send a shockwave towards her person. There was no way that she could really avoid it completely.

In return she crossed her arms the fan still closed and the dagger still held in a proper fist, shielding her face from wind hitting against her and the sand that was kicked up from the shockwave of air. It felt like a storm decided to throw all of its energy at her, she was surprised by the amount of power that the spell had. “Brakka Jierda”, she finally whispered. A swirl of energy erupted around her for a few seconds and soon the energy canceled out the effects of the Cyrus’s move.

Attentive ears caught the sound of a body landing on the sand. Her body immediately moved accordingly. The many years of training were not for nothing. Although her body didn’t go through nothing, now her breathing was a bit uneven. Effort was put into returning it to a normal pace. Theia expression turn harsher and the golden speckles of her eyes began to faintly glow.

Watching as the other half-elf spoke the words that called the water to rise. Now knowing how powerful that last spell was, it was quite certain that he had the power to pull any trace of water to him. Theia became inquisitive about his intentions. Her mind went through several possibilities and the best ways to counter these possibilities.

“Vindr tauthr”, escaped the enchantment from her pink lips. The wind began to pick up near her golden fan, swirling and wrapping around her right arm then around the rest of her body. She kept the winds at ease, so that it barely moved the sand around her. Kicking it up a notch would be achieved later, for now she drew in small traces of energy that she could; storing it for later. This took great control and refinement of abilities, abilities that she has already achieved.

Cyrus then expressed his enjoyment of their duel and even including his favoritism of her spirit. Smirking in an amused manner as she took on defensive stance; knees bent, elbows curved, stance was inclined in order to support movement in any direction, and her eyes were predatory as she focused on her opponent. “You’re not too bad yourself.” She had decided that she didn’t dislike his methods, he wasn’t weak or dim-witted. He knew what he was doing and he didn’t mess around. Every move he made was calculated. There was respect for that quality. As for now it was time to resume this duel.

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Cyrus smiled at her compliment of him, a genuine smile at that, he caught her movement in her lips and guessed that it was some sort of enchantment, not that he knew what it was he had not caught the words. he had thought about this move while Theia had stopped his shockwave and he rose the water, Waying the pro's and Con's he jumped, high ontop of the water, freezing it with his mind, which was a very risky thing to do as his thoughts could have been distracted and the results may have been catastrophic, however he pulled it off. The only bit of the water frozen was the bit he was standing on, the rest was as fluid as normal water. he stared at her for a moment contemplating what he would do next, when he noticed his staring at her. noticing this he shook his head before centering his thoughts on her, about how to exploit any weaknesses, how to... Kill he shuddered internally at that. he finally found a True elf who was Beautiful, Similar to him and was competent and didnt mess around with fighting and he was trying to fight her. he shook his head again sighing at his stupidity. he noticed his breathing had become rapid and uneven, he fixed it breathing lightly and even to a steady rythm

He then cast his mind into the flow of the magic and drained all of his energy from the belt which had gems in, which had stored alot of energy in them. he threw his hands up and shouted "BRISINGR" as a blue fireball began forming, flame crackling as it did so, but this time it grew above him forming about 1 metre wide in all Directions and it was crackling ferociously shooting out blue sparks every few seconds. he Then pointed at her with his palm and said "Ganga" and the fireball shot forwards towards Theia he somwhat hoped she could shield herself or at least not die from this attack it was a rather powerful spell... or so he hoped. he Also used magic to gain his claymore, it span blade over hilt towards him with the hilt resting in his open palm, he let the arm with the blade in it fall slowly letting it rest. He noticed that she was fond of her metal fan and dagger that she had used against him during this fight.

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Violet-golden eyes observed unwaveringly. Patiently watching as a smile grew on the half-elf’s face. One that seemed to be genuine, strange, seeing that he didn’t seem the type to smile much. There was awareness, on her part, that he was as unyielding to take his eyes off of her form. He was guarded and yet he maintained a brash impression of himself. It was always interesting to see how many beings could hold a balance of contractions, in a manner that suited them. Cyrus wasn’t an exception to this.

The once claymore wielding half-elf quickly jumped. The height of the movement was grand but distance was given up in exchange for that height. Theia staggered for a brief second. Somehow he was able to pull off a dangerous stunt, freezing water exceedingly fast and then landing on it. A soft scowl appeared on her face. Her mind began to exchange tactics and observations once again. What exactly was he planning to do? Freezing that water would take up a great deal of energy just to keep the heat from melting the ice, he would have to put more energy than normal to stop the natural laws of the world from taking place.

A small, “keh”, was released from her appealing lips; gradually changing into a sliver of a grin. His own violet gaze was still upon her, this time he seemed lost in thought. Then he shook his head. She had an idea at what his thoughts were about but what exactly about her was he contemplating? Mentally she snickered, ‘Men’. She didn’t know why she waited for him to compose himself. Usually se would have taken the opportunity to land a killing blow or at least a cut on that already scared skin of his. Maybe she actually held some respect for this half-elf.

Suddenly he moved out of his trance and began building up an impressive amount of energy into a orb of fire above his head. Theia then built up more energy getting ready to release it soon. As soon as one of his arms lowered so that his palm was facing her, she released the energy. Theia’s legs began to move, the wind supporting her and giving her speed beyond her normal capabilities. Her feet guided her closer towards the male half-elf. The same elf who was releasing flame; and by the time that it landed where she once stood, the sun-kissed half was about 5 feet away from Cyrus’s position. He used a great deal of energy from that attack. He was probably not going to be ready for quick response to that heavy duty spell. Quickly she bent her knees and began to swerve so that she could come at Cyrus from his left.

Coming at him from that direction she surged the wind forward, in order to oppose the water that he was using or even the claymore that was now reestablished into his hold. Golden metal reflected light off of its surface as the fan was kept closed and the dagger was ready to give him a shallow cut across the top half of his chest, but only if it would land. There was always a chance that he could somehow stop her from achieving the strike on him. For whatever reason she didn’t intend to kill him. It sort of irked her but she would deal with the whys’ and hows’ later.

Her gaze was intense and powerful. She could feel the energy flowing through her as she commanded the wind to help push her forward. It was an intoxicating feeling, to feel so much power running through the body. Theia had to be careful not to become a slave to it, the desire to constantly use magic in such large amounts. There was a consequence if she did so, and it was too much of a price for her to even consider taking.

In the few second before she planned to land the blow, she wondered. .. ‘how would this fight end?’

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Despite everything that had happened he was still staring at her when she rushed forward to stab him. the voice of reason was all but locked away as he jumped back from the blade it still managed to cut him... which would mean if he was lucky he would have non-marred skin if he was unlucky he would get another scar to add to the one on his chest, he noticed she didnt go for a killing blow which could have ended the fight, he admired her for that. he shook his head yet again and thought and winced at the pain, a steady trickle of blood was exiting is body, he quickly healed himself with a spell. he unfroze the water, it was sapping his strength now so he directed as he wanted with his mind, which was an Extremely reckless thing to do, he tried his best to remain focused...

He willed the water forward towards her just a wall of pure condensed liquid he severed the connection to it as soon as it got close enough to her, the torrent of water was going fast enough that it didnt matter if it was condensed anymore, his smile hadnt faltered through out the entire battle, he noticed her scent, it was exotic, foreign and some what appealing, he relished in it, he loved the scent it was like the sweetest honey mixed with all Roses that he knew. it intoxicated him , he shook it off. "Admire her later Fight now Baka" He thought he noticed the liquid expanded as soon as he severed his magical connection becoming larger but as it was larger it was weaker, he got his claymore with both hands and rushed, forwards, following the water intending to catch her off guard and hopefully pay her back for the cut on his chest,

His swing was as complex as it was Deadly, he opted for a rapid fire swing to catch her off guard, simply put he did many fake swings, pretending to miss by inches before swinging properly and aiming for her arms or legs, not intending to scar just get her back for the damn cut. he noticed she was quite accostmed to battle it seemed... he sighed.

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The smirk on Cyrus’s face never left even when she had made the blow. She wasn’t quite sure if she found the action agreeable or irritating. With having little time to really think about the subject without losing focus she settled on a mixture of both.

The wince that erupted from him earlier didn’t really count, seeing that it was for only a few moments; if not seconds. Theia was surprised though at the speed at which he was able to heal himself, just that fact that he was still able to was impressive enough. Almost instantaneously, she focused the wind to wrap around her form again; accurately timed at the moment that Cyrus pulled back.

Violet eyes captured the state change of the ice to water. The half-elf was indeed reckless. Soon the rusty and fresh scent of blood hit her. Like most elves the blood had a sweet nectar aspect to it, somehow complementing the strong metallic presence. There was a unique side to it though; there were traces of magic in the scent, although it was barely noticeable. It caught her interest. Theia was left unable to expand her thoughts on the subject further.

Then Cyrus and the water came at her. It didn’t take long for him to gain the distance lost from his failed attempt to avoid her strike. Gravity was helping him in this case, and so she had to be cautious. The wall of water was soon creating a torrent directed at her person. With her mind and a bit of movement of her closed fan, she directed the wind around her to oppose most of the water. The force was still strong though and there was nothing that she could do about being pushed back a bit.

Finally as the wind had completed its task of pushing back a majority of the torrent, Cyrus had greeted her with his claymore. Expecting a straight forward move she crossed her arms so that her fan would block a direct strike and the arm holding her dagger was protected by that arm. The complex and unforeseen maneuver had successfully nick her right shoulder a bit.

The cut wasn’t deep nor was it shallow. In order to keep from giving a sound of pain as a reaction she grounded her teeth together while setting her face in a heavier mask of indifference. Violet eye glistened with realization that she had been wrong and grazed by his sword. Since the cut was clean only a sliver of crimson blood leisurely trickled down her right arm. She didn’t bother to heal it yet. Her arm was still moveable and she could fight back the stinging sensation of her arm.

Instead she took this opportunity. Letting the blade continue to pierce her skin along the edge of the sword she continued to move forward, keeping her arms crossed she used her full body weight to push back Cyrus; basically slamming into him. Both were now falling and once the fall was finished she pushed up with her right arm enough so that she was poised over the male half-elf.

To her benefit though she had the dagger now right above his heart, she didn’t push it forward but left it hovering above a few centimeters. Her arms were still sort of criss-crossed the only difference was the fact that she was using her right arm as leverage and her left arm adjusted to position the dagger where she wanted. Theia’s breathing was uneven. “Too reckless”, she said to him. She would wait until Cyrus showed that he was done with the fight before she would get up.

She didn’t know if he would be the kind of being to strike her down if shown mercy or her back. There was no way in hell she was testing out if he was or not. To do so would be foolish on her part. As far as she was concerned, she had him cornered. She could be missing something though. Her eyes narrowed down at him…
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Cyrus found his thoughts disrupted as he caught her shoulder with the blade he could smell the blood almost immediatly, and was forcefully slammed into the ground by Theia his hair softened the fall a tiny bit but it still hurt his wings a bit. , not that he didnt like this position he didnt like the blade in her fist which was hovering precariously . he was still smiling at her, Theia's hair had fallen and was now poking him. he then said "Im Reckless ? Your kneeling on your opponant who could blast you off with a shockwave. not that im going to do that " he then thought about his options... in this position he could very well blast her off with a shockwave but there was the possiblity of Theia stabbing him with the dagger while he opened his mouth to cast the spell. their was the option of .... he didnt want to consider it but he could give up and admit she was the better fighter,

Or he could Assualt Theia's mind and paralyze her while they battled in their minds. if he could caused enough pain she wouldnt be able to stab him, but at the same time that would mean lowering his own mental barriers, which was not something he wanted to do... he Decided to end the fight here and now with one move, Even if he won he wouldnt be able to move afterwards especially if she managed to block it. then he would have to give up or die. he took this time to prepare, making sure his wings unfurled themselves, as inconspicously as possible, his hair was covering most of them anyway so she shouldnt be able to notice however she was staring at him he didnt really want to hurt her, after all half an hour ago she had been tied up and the humans where going to sell her off to some rich Arsehole.

He then Threw himself into the flow of magic preparing himself, he thought "Jierda" Sending a shockwave even more powerful than before this had half of his strength in it, but his goal wasnt to hurt her it was to shoot her into the air where she couldnt dodge anymore. as soon as he was free he flew straight up above her. he felt pain as something caught his right wing the dagger most likely, he spun in the air so he was facing her, his eyes full of sorrow for the pain he was about to inflict. "Brisingr" he said it softly almost inaudible, he cast a similar attack as he did with his claymore but this time with fireballs, as they rained down so did he, judging where she would land from the shockwave, he placed the claymore underneath her hilt up so the hilt would stab into her back as she landed and cause her to fall off the sword... if the attack was sucessfull, he hoped this attack would end the fight without ending her life. above everything he did actually like her

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She was annoyed with that smirking smile. It was never wiped off and it irritated her. Cyrys then lectured her telling her that she was in fact the reckless one. A “keh” was released from her lips, “And you’re the one that is laying on the ground”, she stated. Quickly she locked down the gates that allowed one to enter into her mind.

Cyrus wasn’t the first individual that she had fought and most of the magic based fighters had attempted to enter her mind at the last moment. They failed in ever completing that task; if they had she would wouldn’t be breathing at this moment.

Purple orbs continued to watch Cyrus. He was very still… almost too still. In the few moments that she actually got to learn about this individual was that he wasn’t one to stay still unless there was a purpose. He was always moving, changing, and adapting; much like the water he was influencing before. The female’s guard was up. By the time that she noticed the slow movement behind his ebony hair it was already too late to stop him.

He pushed her off using a shockwave released from enchantment. Being hit full on with it she couldn’t really stop herself from gaining velocity or height. The flapping of wings greeted her ears, which were now bleeding thanks to the fact that she was so close to the shockwave. Cyrus couldn’t have escaped such an attack either, but being half-elf not all hearing would be lost on either party.

She couldn’t really hear her own words as her pink lips moved. She noticed that the dagger was no longer held in her hands but the golden fan had stayed. She smiled slightly, her eyes lost a bit of focus from the affects of the shockwave. “kuldr naina”, while it may not stop Cyrus from attacking her it sure would distract him. A light brighter than the sun engulfed her and spread throughout the area for a brief moment in time. It was enough for her to release a previous enchantment to call upon the winds to guide her body. Theia’s intent was to up right herself again and slightly change her position from where she could have been expected to land before.

Her mind was too focused on this to completely prepare for the barrage of fireballs that were soon lighting up the area. Using the wind as she fell towards the ground she evaded most of the flames, but two left burn marks on her legs, thanks to how close they came to her. Now her mind was registering the pain from the series of attacks, but it didn’t discourage her from continuing the fight. Her violet eyes looked tired but they still had the fires of determination and the light of consciences. The threads of her hair were flowing around her like they were cradling her and her body while damaged still held a glow to her skin and an unearthly atmosphere about it.

He mind was slowed down, which would hinder her ability to think as thoroughly as she was before. While she was a few meters from the ground she released out an enchantment, “Jierda.” This was to soften the landing that she would be forced to take. Theia still managed to land gracefully but she wasn’t able to fully stand yet thanks to the burns on her legs. Having the less severely burn leg hit the sand so that she could kneel with her right knee parallel to the ground. Dried blood now left a trail of red down her right arm. The flow of blood wasn’t too bad now but she couldn’t really use it until she closed the wound. Her other hand was supporting her frame.

Her face was left unmarred and her expression was defiant, showed some of her exhaustion, but emphasized on her strong will. The female half-elf wasn’t about to just cave in just yet. Cyrus’s claymore and himself were only a few meters away. A small crater surrounded her from the force of her enchantment pushing the sand away. Another “keh”, was released accompanied with a faint smirk.

She let the winds that were embracing her form grow larger and more powerful. Sand was kicked up, her hair was striking as the wind caused her hair to twist, wave, and expose her face. The fine control she once had over the enchantment was wavering and now she had to expose how much power she was holding it.

She then pointed over at Cyrus with her free hand, intending to use the wind to cut shallowly his arms and legs. She didn’t want to kill him; he did in fact help her out before-hand. Not that she needed his help; she could have handled the situation well enough by herself. It didn’t change the fact that he stepped in so she wouldn’t kill him, nor attempt it. She just wanted to stop him from attacking her. She was going to pour a great deal of power into this. “Vindr oro”, she spoke softly. The harsh winds that surrounded her left her form and charged towards Cyrus. This attack couldn’t miss but he could definitely reduce it.

But she didn’t go unaffected herself. Breathing was harsh and she was feeling really lightheaded. If this didn’t stop him well she would probably blackout after defending herself. She was content to have a draw with this half-elf, he had proved himself to be quite the challenger.
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Cyrus sighed as he saw the fireballs hit her, he thought for sure she was about to land on the hilt of the claymore when she used two spells, one to soften the blow and one to move away from the hilt. she then said something and he quickly healed his wings and said "Skolir" it meant sheild in the ancient language and while he wasnt protecting himself he was protecting his wings, he crossed his arms and took the attack like a man-elf...thing. the Attack cut him all over his body except for his head and neck, the marks where Arrow like, and were covering most of his body, he deemed his shield useful as it protected his wings from the cuts, he quickly severed the magical connection and noticed it didnt cut his hair, she obviously hadnt meant to kill him with that, she could have just channeled all the cuts to hit his neck and he would have died. he refused to show pain, he locked his teeth together and glared at her his eyes becoming full of emptiness, he tried to take away all emotions so his pain wasnt obvious.

He noticed how she looked as tired as he was... Ironic that he used most of his energy into an attack that didnt hit, he should have been more carefull with it. he noticed multiple larcerations on his legs, payback for the burns most likely. his breathing was rapid and deep, it slowly grew back to normal, he was losing blood, due to the numerous cuts all over his body, he quickly healed them all to the degree where he wouldnt be bleeding, other than that he couldnt manage. the cuts were still open and anything serious would reopen them but they were holding however. you could see down the cuts almost. he sheathed his claymore, he walked past her towards the oasis where he could sit down and rest. he didnt show any emotion towards her as he passed. he knew the duel was over, they were both spent and with the burns and cuts their wasnt any point in fighting in such a manner anymore.

By the time he sat down leaning against a palm tree some of the cuts on his arms and chest had reopened, his blood wasnt coming out as fast it was barely trickling. their were about 30-40 cuts overall, they were all annoying and painfull but their wasnt much he could do being spent as he was. he noticed while they were fighting the sun had almost set. putting a purple-ish tint to everything. while he was sat down he rumaged through his belt for something to do with cuts, he found a cream that would deal with them. it would stop the bleeding, but wouldnt bring back his strength. he started applying the cream, he soon had white cream over his chest and arms, and wasnt in as much pain, the ones on his legs could wait for later... he rumaged in another pouch and found some bread, ham, cheese, Onion and lots of apples. he left the bread, apples , onions out while he put back the ham and cheese. he also managed to find some wine in a skin that was elven. he had burn medicine in his belt but it would depend if she intended to stick around if he would give it to her.

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Inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale… Her chest rose and fell very slowly and her lips were parted slightly in order to take in more oxygen into her body. Time seemed to slow down once her attack had hit. Unable to turn away as the arrows made of air drew blood and hundreds of cuts. She couldn’t hear anything but saw his lips move to cast a spell. Gradually she saw that his wings were left unharmed, but he didn’t put the energy to shield the rest of him. Another harsh breath was taken in and sluggishly released again…

A strange feeling greeted her… she was pleased… pleased to see that this half-elf wasn’t dead or falling on his face. The other pair of violet eyes looked cold and dead. Expressions showed no sign of the pain that she was certain that he was feeling. She smirked and let her supporting hand rise so that her face was fully exposed to him. Theia knew that she wasn’t in the best shape either. The burns on her legs… she could feel it the pulsating feeling of irritation was still strong in her legs. Luckily the cut on her shoulder had stopped healing.

The energy disturbance in the air alerted her to the use of magic. When she refocused back to Cyrus she noticed that he was healing most of the cuts, although they didn’t seem fully healed. The harshness of her breathing lessened but it still wasn’t back to normal. Her body hadn’t moved when the male half-elf sheathed his claymore. Her sun-kissed face now showed her exhaustion but there was still that defiant aspect to her.

This didn’t change as Cyrus walked passed her. He didn’t look at her nor she him. It was like as if two strangers were passing by each other, despite the fact that she wasn’t moving. It was only when he reacted an oasis; not too far behind her that she turned back to look over at him. It seemed he decided to lay against a palm tree. Soon emotion returned to her and the presence of worry, self-preservation, concern, and relief flowed through.

Her eyes closed softly, mind focusing on only healing the burn marks on her legs. She didn’t bother with the cut; it would heal in a day on its own with a bandage. With her legs restored to their usual state she rose, keeping only the fan in her hands. Tresses of her hair fell around her only adding to the mystical appearance of her form. A foot rose and was followed by the other in a drowsy manner. Grace and elegance still accompanied effortlessly, it really must have just been embedded into her existence.

The sand was casted in a array of colors but mainly a purplish-tone. The sun was setting and soon it would be nightfall. Soon she reached the waters of the oasis. Her delicate appearing hands cupped some of the water and she splashed it onto her face. It felt great to feel the coolness of the water after enduring the heat and a well fought duel. Her gaze then fell on the winged being.

Silently she watched as he rummaged through pouches of items. In the end she was just basically staring at him. She didn’t move her gaze when he began applying that cream to his wounds. Her eyes softened for once, she felt guilt. It had been too long since she felt that and she didn’t like the feeling at all. Once he was done applying the cream, he began to rummage through another pouch. At this time she rose silently, making her way towards him.

It didn’t escape her notice that he took out several things that revolved around substance. Once she was about a foot away from Cyrus she knelt down so that she could sit on both legs. She didn’t bother to say a word to him. It was apparent that she was tired, if not exhausted and ready to give into to sleep soon. She set down the golden fan next to her and then looked up at Cyrus, she didn’t bother to put a mask of indifference on.

Raising her hands slowly so that her palms were facing him, gently she closed her eyes, and her lips moved little when she whispered, “Heill.” She poured only enough to heal them so that they wouldn’t bleed; the cost was that she would have enough energy to stay awake. As soon as the task was completed her body slumped and her eyes opened slightly before closing again. She then fell to her left side, she was now at the brink of awakened consciousness; the need to sleep was strong now.

Soon her will enough wasn’t strong enough to fight the all consuming need, and she fell asleep her expression calm. She didn’t understand why she chose to heal him, she didn’t know why she chose to be so reckless, and she didn’t know why she felt this calmness. While she had every right to be frustrated she found tranquility instead.

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