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HERE HAVE 1000 WORD OF NON PROOFREAD GARBAGE (I’m sO SORRY if anyone of your characters act ooc)
To an onlooker, it wouldn’t be called training. One would have thought the two sparring were trying to kill one another if not for the pair having been at the guild for a few years already. The sound of clashing was distinct, sharp metals smashing against the false metal made of elemental magic— this time was steel against fire. Sharp sparks and ash would flick into the air with every hit, neither landing a blow to one another, but fighting at such a pace that would keep watchers in suspense.
Someone might think them doppelgängers at a glance, which wasn’t necessarily far off. Black hair cut short on both, gleaming red eyes of the female against the pink red of her brother. The girl being the ideal representation of their home, dressed in armor with toned muscle underneath, in such a way that almost made her twin look ill or undead fed with a lanky body and no armor in sight.
He could hear it, the soft mourners of the Guild Master and Advisor. They were trying to be quiet, thinking he was focused on training and whispering to each other without much care. Deep down he wondered if the Guild Master maybe knew that he was listening, maybe it was intentional.
The next clash of weapons was particularly loud, fire coming off the opposing blade and nipping at his hands harshly where he held his own weapon.
“
They’re not ready— those two are too violent. Honestly they shouldn’t be Bronze rank with the way they fight, they should be at least—”
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Oh ye of little faith Tyrell, give them a chance. Blaen...”
A cut seared across his cheek, cauterizing it just as quickly it was made. He hissed and jerked in the opposite direction, hearing the female voice singing in his direction. “Better watch yourself little birdie,” the sound of a another fire lighting into the sharp form of a sword, “Distraction won’t look good on you.”
Yeah, cause that’d look like being dead
The shapeshifter adjusted the hold on his scythe, attention away from the conversation finally, it frustrated him considering he’d much rather know what was going on, but there was no way she was going to let up. Good ‘ol Ray, ever the understanding one. Just as quickly as he was about to attack, the Guild Master gave a whistle and waved at the siblings.
“Ray, Cronan,” The Guild Master’s voice easily hit volumes loud enough for the room to hear, especially considering the slight echo of the training hall. The call of their names made the two look over in unison, such coordination could almost be considered scary if only because they look so much like one another. “I would like to introduce you to Blaen and Nymph, your new teammates. They were also only a pair during their copper days, so I felt it would be a good for you lot to stretch your wings a bit! Expand your social circle beyond on person!” A strong pat to Blaen’s shoulder, before the human was walking away with the demon Advisor in tow— although the Advisor looked like he was convinced someone was going to get hurt.
Maybe so, knowing Ray.
“Have fun!” Was the final call from the jolly Monk they all called ‘Guild Master’, leaving the room in silence. A silence which didn’t seem like it was going to break all that soon, considering the two shapeshifters just glanced at each other and almost had half a mind to get back to training.
It felt like forever, but really it only took Cronan a moment to size up their teammates. The male was human, obviously so, tanned skin, brown hair, baby blue eyes— the
epitome of the human standard of beauty if he’d ever met one. Armor, and probably all the muscle underneath to match just like how Ray was. Essentially, another person who would probably think they could snap Cronan in half, something which only slightly deepened the frown on the shifter.
One might have said the initial assessment was cruel and rude, but he was never one for making friends. Of course, being a runt never really helped that either— he’d have to remember to send thanks to the tribe for giving him poor social skills. He just
loved it.
The second only set him in a glare, returning the one she had been giving him full throttle. Okay, now
she looked like she thought he wasn’t with the dirt on her boots if that look was anything to go by. Dark hair, a sturdy build but not nearly the size of the male. Still, he didn’t doubt she was strong. Something about her ruffled his feathers, and he couldn’t tell what or why, but something definitely didn’t say ‘human’ when you looked at her. He didn’t know what exactly it did say though, the feeling of animal instincts at the back of his head just poked the idea at him. Instincts were never a good justification of questions and actions, at least by most humanoid standards.
The glance from Ray was enough to remind him that no time had really passed, at least not a significant amount. The narrowing look slowly softened, but not enough to actually make her look nice, just enough to make her appear well... not
so angry. He knew what that meant.
Remember why we’re here.
So he bit his tongue, and let Ray speak. Introduce the two of them, and then the male introduced he and his comrade as “Blaen and Nymph.” Just as the guild master had prior. He would never admit it at the time, but the Paladin speaking made his glare relax reasonably, because he didn’t
seem like a bad person. Which with what he and Ray were trying to do? That was just something that promised disaster in the end.
Maybe they’re finally in over their heads.
