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TOPIC | RuneBloods [CLOSED]
Syrah Apeiro- Lashe's Classroom - Arena
She wasn't sure what happened, but took note of what happened anyways. Especially of that girl Senkra... If she's runless, then what was that blinding flash? Shuddering a little though, she made a note that the girl wasn't to be overlooked. She can remember the powers of her remaining past classmates clearly, and they were all frightening in their own ways... Especially since one of them can actually manipulate emotions. Mental attack. Perfect how her mind is her weak point.
Everyone here are deadly in their own ways....
Glancing at Kamiria again, she spoke quietly but confidently. A faint wave of anxiety was washing over her but she was sure it would go away as soon as the adrenaline pumped in...
"Watch me take on two of these at once."
She was confident enough at that. As long as not too much wounds get on her she'd be fine handling two... Stepping into the ring, Syrah picked Lancelot up easily and walked over to Mr. Lashe. She said to him,
"Here, take him. I'll take on two." Dropping the body
Two students who seemed to think her as overconfident or something snickered and stepped into the ring too. She did look weak, exposed skin and no protection or weapon whatsoever. But that will end soon...
The two advanced, and then dissapeared at the same time. Must be some sort of teleporter, she thought. Maybe even twins or something. Doesn't matter. She stood frozen, her hand behind her back. The needle in one hand drilled into her other wrist, making thick drops of blood dripping onto the ground, slowly piling up.
There was a few laughs from the audience, who must have probably thought she was do nervous she's hurting herself. Syrah had decided on that moment that she'll merciful today and end this quickly. A gift for these new and soon dead classmates.
As she thought that, the two other suddenly appeared by her side, each holding a sharp dagger. She didn't see their faces, but only felt a stinging sensation on her arms, and can feel the hot red liquid run down her arms and onto the already collecting pool. The red irises widened in a maniacal fashion, and she give a fake gasp of pain before collapsing onto the ground.
The two seemed to think that she's a goner, and begin to bicker over who can kill her. One punched the other on the head, temporarily knocking the other one out. Syrah decided to call the one on the ground ninja #1 and the one approaching her ninja #2.
Ninja #2 crouched over her, and she saw through her half open eyes that she was preparing a final blow. As it seems ninja #2 must have completely believed her to be taken down by the two blows on the arm, she had her guards down completely. Enough that she didn't even notice that Sarah's hand was placed on her own pool of red blood.
The runes on Sarah's hand glowed bright red, and a shorsword with sharp barbs was dragged swiftly out of the pool of blood onto her hand. It was jet black, and had red runes along the blade tip and handle. A few drops of blood was still clinging onto the medal, and her hand is smeared with red; she looked like she just murderered more than one person.
Giving ninja #2 a wink, she saw the other's eyes widen as her arm swung and landed the blade tip upon the others heart. Smashing though and killing the other mercilessly, she pushed the dead body from her and stood up. Starting to pad over towards the teacher, ninja #1 seemed to have woken up and started to stumble towards her.
As soon as he got in range however, she didn't even look back, stabbing him too and taking his life with one hit. He slumped to the ground dead, a third pool of blood growing on the ring floor. The scent of the red liquid and death was thick in the air, the burning smell barely bothering her.
Then she walked back toward where she was previously, as she decided the show was finally satisfying enough. Giving a sarcastic bow, she left the ring with blood on her hands, arms, and face. Her red irises were wide and a slightly maniacal smile was on her face, her breathing hard and uneven. The madness a fight and blood always brought a crazed state upon the normally well composed RuneBlood.
((Is this ok? I picked physical fighters because syrahs best sgsisnt those but that doesn't mean she's they good with all kinds of magic ^^'))
She wasn't sure what happened, but took note of what happened anyways. Especially of that girl Senkra... If she's runless, then what was that blinding flash? Shuddering a little though, she made a note that the girl wasn't to be overlooked. She can remember the powers of her remaining past classmates clearly, and they were all frightening in their own ways... Especially since one of them can actually manipulate emotions. Mental attack. Perfect how her mind is her weak point.
Everyone here are deadly in their own ways....
Glancing at Kamiria again, she spoke quietly but confidently. A faint wave of anxiety was washing over her but she was sure it would go away as soon as the adrenaline pumped in...
"Watch me take on two of these at once."
She was confident enough at that. As long as not too much wounds get on her she'd be fine handling two... Stepping into the ring, Syrah picked Lancelot up easily and walked over to Mr. Lashe. She said to him,
"Here, take him. I'll take on two." Dropping the body
Two students who seemed to think her as overconfident or something snickered and stepped into the ring too. She did look weak, exposed skin and no protection or weapon whatsoever. But that will end soon...
The two advanced, and then dissapeared at the same time. Must be some sort of teleporter, she thought. Maybe even twins or something. Doesn't matter. She stood frozen, her hand behind her back. The needle in one hand drilled into her other wrist, making thick drops of blood dripping onto the ground, slowly piling up.
There was a few laughs from the audience, who must have probably thought she was do nervous she's hurting herself. Syrah had decided on that moment that she'll merciful today and end this quickly. A gift for these new and soon dead classmates.
As she thought that, the two other suddenly appeared by her side, each holding a sharp dagger. She didn't see their faces, but only felt a stinging sensation on her arms, and can feel the hot red liquid run down her arms and onto the already collecting pool. The red irises widened in a maniacal fashion, and she give a fake gasp of pain before collapsing onto the ground.
The two seemed to think that she's a goner, and begin to bicker over who can kill her. One punched the other on the head, temporarily knocking the other one out. Syrah decided to call the one on the ground ninja #1 and the one approaching her ninja #2.
Ninja #2 crouched over her, and she saw through her half open eyes that she was preparing a final blow. As it seems ninja #2 must have completely believed her to be taken down by the two blows on the arm, she had her guards down completely. Enough that she didn't even notice that Sarah's hand was placed on her own pool of red blood.
The runes on Sarah's hand glowed bright red, and a shorsword with sharp barbs was dragged swiftly out of the pool of blood onto her hand. It was jet black, and had red runes along the blade tip and handle. A few drops of blood was still clinging onto the medal, and her hand is smeared with red; she looked like she just murderered more than one person.
Giving ninja #2 a wink, she saw the other's eyes widen as her arm swung and landed the blade tip upon the others heart. Smashing though and killing the other mercilessly, she pushed the dead body from her and stood up. Starting to pad over towards the teacher, ninja #1 seemed to have woken up and started to stumble towards her.
As soon as he got in range however, she didn't even look back, stabbing him too and taking his life with one hit. He slumped to the ground dead, a third pool of blood growing on the ring floor. The scent of the red liquid and death was thick in the air, the burning smell barely bothering her.
Then she walked back toward where she was previously, as she decided the show was finally satisfying enough. Giving a sarcastic bow, she left the ring with blood on her hands, arms, and face. Her red irises were wide and a slightly maniacal smile was on her face, her breathing hard and uneven. The madness a fight and blood always brought a crazed state upon the normally well composed RuneBlood.
((Is this ok? I picked physical fighters because syrahs best sgsisnt those but that doesn't mean she's they good with all kinds of magic ^^'))
Syrah Apeiro- Lashe's Classroom - Arena
She wasn't sure what happened, but took note of what happened anyways. Especially of that girl Senkra... If she's runless, then what was that blinding flash? Shuddering a little though, she made a note that the girl wasn't to be overlooked. She can remember the powers of her remaining past classmates clearly, and they were all frightening in their own ways... Especially since one of them can actually manipulate emotions. Mental attack. Perfect how her mind is her weak point.
Everyone here are deadly in their own ways....
Glancing at Kamiria again, she spoke quietly but confidently. A faint wave of anxiety was washing over her but she was sure it would go away as soon as the adrenaline pumped in...
"Watch me take on two of these at once."
She was confident enough at that. As long as not too much wounds get on her she'd be fine handling two... Stepping into the ring, Syrah picked Lancelot up easily and walked over to Mr. Lashe. She said to him,
"Here, take him. I'll take on two." Dropping the body
Two students who seemed to think her as overconfident or something snickered and stepped into the ring too. She did look weak, exposed skin and no protection or weapon whatsoever. But that will end soon...
The two advanced, and then dissapeared at the same time. Must be some sort of teleporter, she thought. Maybe even twins or something. Doesn't matter. She stood frozen, her hand behind her back. The needle in one hand drilled into her other wrist, making thick drops of blood dripping onto the ground, slowly piling up.
There was a few laughs from the audience, who must have probably thought she was do nervous she's hurting herself. Syrah had decided on that moment that she'll merciful today and end this quickly. A gift for these new and soon dead classmates.
As she thought that, the two other suddenly appeared by her side, each holding a sharp dagger. She didn't see their faces, but only felt a stinging sensation on her arms, and can feel the hot red liquid run down her arms and onto the already collecting pool. The red irises widened in a maniacal fashion, and she give a fake gasp of pain before collapsing onto the ground.
The two seemed to think that she's a goner, and begin to bicker over who can kill her. One punched the other on the head, temporarily knocking the other one out. Syrah decided to call the one on the ground ninja #1 and the one approaching her ninja #2.
Ninja #2 crouched over her, and she saw through her half open eyes that she was preparing a final blow. As it seems ninja #2 must have completely believed her to be taken down by the two blows on the arm, she had her guards down completely. Enough that she didn't even notice that Sarah's hand was placed on her own pool of red blood.
The runes on Sarah's hand glowed bright red, and a shorsword with sharp barbs was dragged swiftly out of the pool of blood onto her hand. It was jet black, and had red runes along the blade tip and handle. A few drops of blood was still clinging onto the medal, and her hand is smeared with red; she looked like she just murderered more than one person.
Giving ninja #2 a wink, she saw the other's eyes widen as her arm swung and landed the blade tip upon the others heart. Smashing though and killing the other mercilessly, she pushed the dead body from her and stood up. Starting to pad over towards the teacher, ninja #1 seemed to have woken up and started to stumble towards her.
As soon as he got in range however, she didn't even look back, stabbing him too and taking his life with one hit. He slumped to the ground dead, a third pool of blood growing on the ring floor. The scent of the red liquid and death was thick in the air, the burning smell barely bothering her.
Then she walked back toward where she was previously, as she decided the show was finally satisfying enough. Giving a sarcastic bow, she left the ring with blood on her hands, arms, and face. Her red irises were wide and a slightly maniacal smile was on her face, her breathing hard and uneven. The madness a fight and blood always brought a crazed state upon the normally well composed RuneBlood.
((Is this ok? I picked physical fighters because syrahs best sgsisnt those but that doesn't mean she's they good with all kinds of magic ^^'))
She wasn't sure what happened, but took note of what happened anyways. Especially of that girl Senkra... If she's runless, then what was that blinding flash? Shuddering a little though, she made a note that the girl wasn't to be overlooked. She can remember the powers of her remaining past classmates clearly, and they were all frightening in their own ways... Especially since one of them can actually manipulate emotions. Mental attack. Perfect how her mind is her weak point.
Everyone here are deadly in their own ways....
Glancing at Kamiria again, she spoke quietly but confidently. A faint wave of anxiety was washing over her but she was sure it would go away as soon as the adrenaline pumped in...
"Watch me take on two of these at once."
She was confident enough at that. As long as not too much wounds get on her she'd be fine handling two... Stepping into the ring, Syrah picked Lancelot up easily and walked over to Mr. Lashe. She said to him,
"Here, take him. I'll take on two." Dropping the body
Two students who seemed to think her as overconfident or something snickered and stepped into the ring too. She did look weak, exposed skin and no protection or weapon whatsoever. But that will end soon...
The two advanced, and then dissapeared at the same time. Must be some sort of teleporter, she thought. Maybe even twins or something. Doesn't matter. She stood frozen, her hand behind her back. The needle in one hand drilled into her other wrist, making thick drops of blood dripping onto the ground, slowly piling up.
There was a few laughs from the audience, who must have probably thought she was do nervous she's hurting herself. Syrah had decided on that moment that she'll merciful today and end this quickly. A gift for these new and soon dead classmates.
As she thought that, the two other suddenly appeared by her side, each holding a sharp dagger. She didn't see their faces, but only felt a stinging sensation on her arms, and can feel the hot red liquid run down her arms and onto the already collecting pool. The red irises widened in a maniacal fashion, and she give a fake gasp of pain before collapsing onto the ground.
The two seemed to think that she's a goner, and begin to bicker over who can kill her. One punched the other on the head, temporarily knocking the other one out. Syrah decided to call the one on the ground ninja #1 and the one approaching her ninja #2.
Ninja #2 crouched over her, and she saw through her half open eyes that she was preparing a final blow. As it seems ninja #2 must have completely believed her to be taken down by the two blows on the arm, she had her guards down completely. Enough that she didn't even notice that Sarah's hand was placed on her own pool of red blood.
The runes on Sarah's hand glowed bright red, and a shorsword with sharp barbs was dragged swiftly out of the pool of blood onto her hand. It was jet black, and had red runes along the blade tip and handle. A few drops of blood was still clinging onto the medal, and her hand is smeared with red; she looked like she just murderered more than one person.
Giving ninja #2 a wink, she saw the other's eyes widen as her arm swung and landed the blade tip upon the others heart. Smashing though and killing the other mercilessly, she pushed the dead body from her and stood up. Starting to pad over towards the teacher, ninja #1 seemed to have woken up and started to stumble towards her.
As soon as he got in range however, she didn't even look back, stabbing him too and taking his life with one hit. He slumped to the ground dead, a third pool of blood growing on the ring floor. The scent of the red liquid and death was thick in the air, the burning smell barely bothering her.
Then she walked back toward where she was previously, as she decided the show was finally satisfying enough. Giving a sarcastic bow, she left the ring with blood on her hands, arms, and face. Her red irises were wide and a slightly maniacal smile was on her face, her breathing hard and uneven. The madness a fight and blood always brought a crazed state upon the normally well composed RuneBlood.
((Is this ok? I picked physical fighters because syrahs best sgsisnt those but that doesn't mean she's they good with all kinds of magic ^^'))
back from hiatus #5 (;-_-)/
sketch shop here!
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~~ Senkra Tensker ~~
Senkra looked up from the desk she was sitting at, and watched the fight. She was hoping everyone could forget about her, and just watch the current battle. Though, this Syrah fellow.. kind of scared her. She was a brute; a savage. Senkra would crumble at her feet, no doubt.
...
Then again, she survived her first 1 on 1. Most of the time, it was just sparring, so she could dodge and tire the other person out, until they were done. This was the first time it was TO THE DEATH.
...
Hopefully the last.
Senkra looked up from the desk she was sitting at, and watched the fight. She was hoping everyone could forget about her, and just watch the current battle. Though, this Syrah fellow.. kind of scared her. She was a brute; a savage. Senkra would crumble at her feet, no doubt.
...
Then again, she survived her first 1 on 1. Most of the time, it was just sparring, so she could dodge and tire the other person out, until they were done. This was the first time it was TO THE DEATH.
...
Hopefully the last.
~~ Senkra Tensker ~~
Senkra looked up from the desk she was sitting at, and watched the fight. She was hoping everyone could forget about her, and just watch the current battle. Though, this Syrah fellow.. kind of scared her. She was a brute; a savage. Senkra would crumble at her feet, no doubt.
...
Then again, she survived her first 1 on 1. Most of the time, it was just sparring, so she could dodge and tire the other person out, until they were done. This was the first time it was TO THE DEATH.
...
Hopefully the last.
Senkra looked up from the desk she was sitting at, and watched the fight. She was hoping everyone could forget about her, and just watch the current battle. Though, this Syrah fellow.. kind of scared her. She was a brute; a savage. Senkra would crumble at her feet, no doubt.
...
Then again, she survived her first 1 on 1. Most of the time, it was just sparring, so she could dodge and tire the other person out, until they were done. This was the first time it was TO THE DEATH.
...
Hopefully the last.
Syrah Apeiro- Lashe's Classroom - Arena
She sat down and waited a bit while her breathes slowly regained their normal, even pase. Slowly, her pupils they dilated so small they were merely s pinpoint great back to her normal size and if ok ignore the blood she almost looked normal.
Glancing down at the girl called Senkra, she give an unnerving smile. But even as she give the look, for a moment her eyes were of the frightened 10 year old who quivered in her room as other children beat her up again. The scared, confused eyes stayed for a few seconds, and vanished back into the cold and pain hardened RuneBlood she is now.
She sat down and waited a bit while her breathes slowly regained their normal, even pase. Slowly, her pupils they dilated so small they were merely s pinpoint great back to her normal size and if ok ignore the blood she almost looked normal.
Glancing down at the girl called Senkra, she give an unnerving smile. But even as she give the look, for a moment her eyes were of the frightened 10 year old who quivered in her room as other children beat her up again. The scared, confused eyes stayed for a few seconds, and vanished back into the cold and pain hardened RuneBlood she is now.
Syrah Apeiro- Lashe's Classroom - Arena
She sat down and waited a bit while her breathes slowly regained their normal, even pase. Slowly, her pupils they dilated so small they were merely s pinpoint great back to her normal size and if ok ignore the blood she almost looked normal.
Glancing down at the girl called Senkra, she give an unnerving smile. But even as she give the look, for a moment her eyes were of the frightened 10 year old who quivered in her room as other children beat her up again. The scared, confused eyes stayed for a few seconds, and vanished back into the cold and pain hardened RuneBlood she is now.
She sat down and waited a bit while her breathes slowly regained their normal, even pase. Slowly, her pupils they dilated so small they were merely s pinpoint great back to her normal size and if ok ignore the blood she almost looked normal.
Glancing down at the girl called Senkra, she give an unnerving smile. But even as she give the look, for a moment her eyes were of the frightened 10 year old who quivered in her room as other children beat her up again. The scared, confused eyes stayed for a few seconds, and vanished back into the cold and pain hardened RuneBlood she is now.
back from hiatus #5 (;-_-)/
sketch shop here!
sketch shop here!
~~ Senkra Tensker ~~
Senkra peered into Syrah's gaze and, for a moment, saw glimpses of something more.. weak. Vulnerable. Though, after a moment, it was gone. Covering her face, she hoped the next fights could just be gotten over with, class could end and she could go back to her room.
Senkra peered into Syrah's gaze and, for a moment, saw glimpses of something more.. weak. Vulnerable. Though, after a moment, it was gone. Covering her face, she hoped the next fights could just be gotten over with, class could end and she could go back to her room.
~~ Senkra Tensker ~~
Senkra peered into Syrah's gaze and, for a moment, saw glimpses of something more.. weak. Vulnerable. Though, after a moment, it was gone. Covering her face, she hoped the next fights could just be gotten over with, class could end and she could go back to her room.
Senkra peered into Syrah's gaze and, for a moment, saw glimpses of something more.. weak. Vulnerable. Though, after a moment, it was gone. Covering her face, she hoped the next fights could just be gotten over with, class could end and she could go back to her room.
Syrah Apeiro- Lashe's Classroom - Arena
She looked at Senkra for another moment before averting her gaze into the ring. Mentally she wondered how long class will last... The teacher wouldn't be such an idiot to just continue this forever is he? Soon the class will be down to nothing again at this pace! What's the point if you just kill everyone!
Sighing, she noticed she was still clenching the bloody sword in her hand. Bits of flesh clinged onto its barbs. She didn't say anything else, letting her quiet and stern gaze speak it all. Syrah always felt like two different person in and out of the battlefield. The person in it is like the a demon, ruthless and merciless. The one outside is vulnerable on the inside like a cactus.
No, she shouldn't have thoughts. The one within the battlefield is who she should be...
She looked at Senkra for another moment before averting her gaze into the ring. Mentally she wondered how long class will last... The teacher wouldn't be such an idiot to just continue this forever is he? Soon the class will be down to nothing again at this pace! What's the point if you just kill everyone!
Sighing, she noticed she was still clenching the bloody sword in her hand. Bits of flesh clinged onto its barbs. She didn't say anything else, letting her quiet and stern gaze speak it all. Syrah always felt like two different person in and out of the battlefield. The person in it is like the a demon, ruthless and merciless. The one outside is vulnerable on the inside like a cactus.
No, she shouldn't have thoughts. The one within the battlefield is who she should be...
Syrah Apeiro- Lashe's Classroom - Arena
She looked at Senkra for another moment before averting her gaze into the ring. Mentally she wondered how long class will last... The teacher wouldn't be such an idiot to just continue this forever is he? Soon the class will be down to nothing again at this pace! What's the point if you just kill everyone!
Sighing, she noticed she was still clenching the bloody sword in her hand. Bits of flesh clinged onto its barbs. She didn't say anything else, letting her quiet and stern gaze speak it all. Syrah always felt like two different person in and out of the battlefield. The person in it is like the a demon, ruthless and merciless. The one outside is vulnerable on the inside like a cactus.
No, she shouldn't have thoughts. The one within the battlefield is who she should be...
She looked at Senkra for another moment before averting her gaze into the ring. Mentally she wondered how long class will last... The teacher wouldn't be such an idiot to just continue this forever is he? Soon the class will be down to nothing again at this pace! What's the point if you just kill everyone!
Sighing, she noticed she was still clenching the bloody sword in her hand. Bits of flesh clinged onto its barbs. She didn't say anything else, letting her quiet and stern gaze speak it all. Syrah always felt like two different person in and out of the battlefield. The person in it is like the a demon, ruthless and merciless. The one outside is vulnerable on the inside like a cactus.
No, she shouldn't have thoughts. The one within the battlefield is who she should be...
back from hiatus #5 (;-_-)/
sketch shop here!
sketch shop here!
Kamiria | Lashe's Classroom - Arena
Her eyebrows raised at Syrah's jump into the ring. That wasn't fair, she pouted. Syrah would have teacher's approval if she triumphed in this lesson. Kamiria would be left on the side, taking on some lesser challenger. She wanted to step forward and take the lead, but something held her back.
She observed the tactics of the combatants like she always did, with analytical and critical eyes. It dawned on her that she would never have been a good match for the twins in the ring with Syrah. Her fire attacks wouldn't work on an opponent who could teleport at will. Unless she set herself on fire, (she wasn't there, yet) she would never put a scratch on them. The way Syrah handled them, however, was masterful and Kami was almost jealous of the way her partner tricked the twins, then drove her weapon into their unsuspecting flesh. It was a true art form. Kamiria hoped she would get to face the RuneBlood for real sometime. That would be a show of worth.
When the battle was finished, Kami looked to Lashe. Would she get her chance in the ring? The teacher may be trying to thin this pitiful herd, at least that is what her cold logic was telling her. In any case, she would not be pulled so easily.
"What about the rest of us, Lashe?" She bantered, "Aren't the rest of us going to get a shot at these punks?"
Her eyebrows raised at Syrah's jump into the ring. That wasn't fair, she pouted. Syrah would have teacher's approval if she triumphed in this lesson. Kamiria would be left on the side, taking on some lesser challenger. She wanted to step forward and take the lead, but something held her back.
She observed the tactics of the combatants like she always did, with analytical and critical eyes. It dawned on her that she would never have been a good match for the twins in the ring with Syrah. Her fire attacks wouldn't work on an opponent who could teleport at will. Unless she set herself on fire, (she wasn't there, yet) she would never put a scratch on them. The way Syrah handled them, however, was masterful and Kami was almost jealous of the way her partner tricked the twins, then drove her weapon into their unsuspecting flesh. It was a true art form. Kamiria hoped she would get to face the RuneBlood for real sometime. That would be a show of worth.
When the battle was finished, Kami looked to Lashe. Would she get her chance in the ring? The teacher may be trying to thin this pitiful herd, at least that is what her cold logic was telling her. In any case, she would not be pulled so easily.
"What about the rest of us, Lashe?" She bantered, "Aren't the rest of us going to get a shot at these punks?"
Kamiria | Lashe's Classroom - Arena
Her eyebrows raised at Syrah's jump into the ring. That wasn't fair, she pouted. Syrah would have teacher's approval if she triumphed in this lesson. Kamiria would be left on the side, taking on some lesser challenger. She wanted to step forward and take the lead, but something held her back.
She observed the tactics of the combatants like she always did, with analytical and critical eyes. It dawned on her that she would never have been a good match for the twins in the ring with Syrah. Her fire attacks wouldn't work on an opponent who could teleport at will. Unless she set herself on fire, (she wasn't there, yet) she would never put a scratch on them. The way Syrah handled them, however, was masterful and Kami was almost jealous of the way her partner tricked the twins, then drove her weapon into their unsuspecting flesh. It was a true art form. Kamiria hoped she would get to face the RuneBlood for real sometime. That would be a show of worth.
When the battle was finished, Kami looked to Lashe. Would she get her chance in the ring? The teacher may be trying to thin this pitiful herd, at least that is what her cold logic was telling her. In any case, she would not be pulled so easily.
"What about the rest of us, Lashe?" She bantered, "Aren't the rest of us going to get a shot at these punks?"
Her eyebrows raised at Syrah's jump into the ring. That wasn't fair, she pouted. Syrah would have teacher's approval if she triumphed in this lesson. Kamiria would be left on the side, taking on some lesser challenger. She wanted to step forward and take the lead, but something held her back.
She observed the tactics of the combatants like she always did, with analytical and critical eyes. It dawned on her that she would never have been a good match for the twins in the ring with Syrah. Her fire attacks wouldn't work on an opponent who could teleport at will. Unless she set herself on fire, (she wasn't there, yet) she would never put a scratch on them. The way Syrah handled them, however, was masterful and Kami was almost jealous of the way her partner tricked the twins, then drove her weapon into their unsuspecting flesh. It was a true art form. Kamiria hoped she would get to face the RuneBlood for real sometime. That would be a show of worth.
When the battle was finished, Kami looked to Lashe. Would she get her chance in the ring? The teacher may be trying to thin this pitiful herd, at least that is what her cold logic was telling her. In any case, she would not be pulled so easily.
"What about the rest of us, Lashe?" She bantered, "Aren't the rest of us going to get a shot at these punks?"