dreaded gale.

FE RP Sonya | Ashen Wolves faculty at The Officer's Academy. [Will only interact with those within the RP group.]

[dollandour]

Sonya from Fire Emblem Gaiden & Shadows of Valentia!

A mage born in the land formerly known as Rigel, Sonya has gone through quite a bit of hardships thanks to one man: her father. Circumstance and some kind souls managed to give her the opportunity to personally take care of that man, but the scars he left behind can never be healed...or could they? She hopes to find out - or at the very least try - with a little visit to the Officer's Academy. Taking a faculty role for the Ashen Wolves, she keeps research and experiments regarding Valentia's witch problem primarily to herself. Not that she doesn't have the time to mess around and mingle on the main grounds!

My portrayal of Sonya is mainly based on the narrative and content provided by Shadows of Valentia, with slight inspiration from Gaiden material as well.

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[dollandour]

hit the streets!

[dollandour]

Desperation pushes starving villagers and stranded merchants to unscrupulous means to survive. As you finish up one of your patrols, a band of thieves manage to catch you by surprise and take one of your colleagues hostage. Holding a knife to their throat, they demand gold and supplies to help them survive the storm. They are still inexperienced civilians in the end though. An experienced warrior like yourself would cut them down easily, if that’s what you choose to do. [Grants Gauntlets +1]

"Hey girl, wait just a second-"

Drat. She should have known better than to step out to town alone at such a late time. Not her fault that she was the new girl in town and wanted to get her own look at what this place had to offer. Her search bore fruitful results - both in entertainment on the side and potential components for her main "work." But now it will be her new girl nature that will get her in some unoriginal trouble.

Sonya starts with the most natural instinct one would have in this instance; continue on her way forward without turning back. The town's exit is only steps away - or it would be, if several men didn't step ahead to block the path. In response, she finally turns around only to see another small group that were previously on her tail. Great. These hooligans knew how to trap an innocent mouse.

But Sonya is no innocent mouse. And there is still the question of if they can capture this mouse.

She gets a quick check on their numbers - only around 8. Good for surrounding someone on all sides, at least at base value. The way they all move toward her leaves no backup if she were to somehow slip through the front layer and make for an easy retreat. Judging by their rugged garb, they don't even seem to be experienced thieves like the ones she had to deal with. Maybe slipping away and denying them the time of day is the simplest choice.

On the other hand...these cute men worked oh so hard to track her down. What's the harm in putting on a little show?

"Excuse me..." Sonya lightly sighs, attempting to put on her best naive accent, "I'm simply trying to be on my way. Must you really stop me at this dreadful hour?"

"We won't take long," the same man who started this from before speaks once again, Sonya noting his lack of muscle pairing well with his rather unintimidating voice. "You look like a pretty little lady, huh? Drop the gold."

"D-drop?!" she releases a gasp and steps back. "But sir, if a knight were to catch you out here, this won't be pretty..."

@corvuschriisti

[dollandour]

7-11 has trained me for this

[dollandour]

Winter has settled in at Garreg Mach, and the long hours of darkness are working their way into the bodies and minds of its staff and students. Shelter from the bitter winds and snows that blow outside soon turn just as suffocating, as the stillness permits too many unwanted thoughts to worm their way into the crevices of your thoughts. A fresh distraction is desperately due, but in short supply during this season. A minor Faerghus noble knows these troubles all too well, and so she offers to Garreg Mach a small donation. A small, vacant building in town has now been renovated into a simple retreat for anyone to visit. Rustic and cozy, it features a host of simple food and drink, a warm fire...and a challenge not for the faint of heart! Participants need to eat a whole bucket of the spiciest pieces of chicken you can imagine or fall over trying. Will you come to cheer or boo the competitors on? Enter it yourself? Or stow yourself away in a more quiet corner to have a drink and reflect?

As pleasant as tucking herself into a silent corner of the fine estate sounds, the lady knows what activity would result in more fun. It is challenging to ignore said activity in the first place, when so many of the guests are making such a fuss about it. A chicken-eating contest, with the spice levels accommodating to the current unfriendly atmosphere outside. Now, spectating and teasing those participating right in the center instead than joining is the safe route. But when has she ever been one to play the safe card?

A free set of meaty pieces, served within a complementary bucket, no less, is already an enticing offer, it being a delicacy Sonya has grown passionate for in recent years. The quantity did not appear to be quite heavy either, meaning she has no need to worry about pigging out. As for the spice factor? The temperature was starting to feel rather drab here anyway. Besides, she could never cower away from what she perceives as a light challenge. Her decision is final.

Sonya takes one last sip from her glass of wine before setting it aside and stands to sign up next. The previous round has already ended, with one man already rushing to make his way to the nearest source of water, tears welling up in his eyes. She simply smiles at the embarrassing sight and makes her way to the serving table. It appears that she is in luck, arriving at a moment with little queue time.

Not that participants have gone extinct, of course. She is shortly joined by another woman, seated to directly face the mage. Most likely a ruse to get contestants to panic at the look of each other while eating. Sonya studies the other briefly, coming quick to the conclusion that they must be a student based on their clothing. She has a fierce look to her, even if the light pink hair somewhat contradicts that energy.

"Well now," Sonya starts off the round with what she does best: some "friendly" assessment. "I was not aware children had such daring palettes. I can go first if you'd like, dear. No rush."

@rockroselazuli

[dollandour]

July 2023 Activity Check + Housekeeping

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Total Skill Points: 4 -> 5

Points Allocated: Faith E -> E+

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Classes Acquired (Since Joining): Commoner, Monk, Mage, Dark Mage

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Current Threads (Awaiting Response) astrasword ~ the importance of warmth (heavy armor +1) askforfireman ~ tossing technicalities (axe +1)

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[duskofendflame]

"No... not exactly a friend..." He can't even place why he is looking for him in the first place, why he wants to see his face. Because he doesn't. He doesn't want to see him, he doesn't want to know what that man's face looks like, because he knows then that he would only end up feeling a strange compassion.

And yet, he is so curious. He wants to know, but he doesn't. The strange feeling simmers in his chest, wobbling between a compassion for a man he had never met and complete and utter hatred.

He can't explain it, and he hates that he can't explain it. He wants an answer, an answer to why he would want to see him when all he feels for him now is hate and disappointment.

"Say... would you mind telling me that coworker's name...? Just to... make sure. How to put this... I have been... searching? for him."

[dollandour]

Her gaze upon the man remains controlled, but a quiet sense of puzzlement stirs within Sonya's heart. It's pretty clear that confusion is written all over his face and words, making it difficult to understand what he truly desires. Should she even be pointing one faintly "searching" for another in the right direction? She is well aware that those who she is currently acquainted with aren't the brightest bulbs of the bunch, however any specific connections they'd have to up above weren't her problem...for now, anyway.

Still, this instructor has an innocent look to him, one that makes Sonya doubt any ill intent. She nearly feels pity for him, surely this struggle that he initiated wasn't an over-the-top act. A simple name drop should do little harm.

The woman pulls her hand up to her chin as she answers his request. "Now you should know I've had little time in his presence, but I'm sure it was...Anankos? Stands out for sure, never heard one like that before."

She momentarily considers adding a suggestion to check under himself, though she holds her tongue. Likely easier said than done for the normal folk, and she didn't want to confuse his mind further. One hurdle at a time appears to be the best approach to gain anything from this.

[astrasword]

the importance of warmth.

@dollandour

A new exercise craze has taken over the continents and has now infiltrated Fodlan’s borders. A group of people claiming to be professional instructors are hosting a class promoting ‘The Askr’ along with other various aerobic, high-energy exercises to keep one warm! If the new wave and synth pop beats don’t get you moving, then maybe the brightly-colored leotards, headbands and legwarmers will grab your attention. (Or maybe you’re just there for the cute men and women in said leotards). [Grants Heavy Armor +1]

ayra couldn't care less about fads, and she has her doubts about these self-proclaimed "professionals" and their exercise routines besides. this is without even going into their music choices and their gaudy outfits. the music, she can understand. it's energizing, even if not to her taste, but the bright clothes are just an eyesore. even with all of this, though, the fact of the matter is that these aerobics are an effective method of keeping warm. she is a master of the sword, more than used to exertion and boasting high stamina, and even she has begun to sweat. exercising in a group boosts morale, as well. she's known this since the far-off days of her youth in isaach, and that is the other reason she's chosen to participate.

therefore, when she spots another faculty member standing off to the side during a brief reprieve, ayra briefly weighs her options before walking over. she is trying to be more personable, and this woman is a colleague of hers besides. she's seen her in passing in the hallways, and she was on team od as well.

" sonya, right? " she asks by way of greeting, drying the nape of her neck with a towel. the fact that she's doing this in armor has likely contributed to how much she's sweating, but following the routine in regular clothing would be far too easy. exerting oneself is the entire purpose of this, so ayra might as well make it worth her while. " it won't do you any good to just watch, you know. "

[dollandour]

Sonya believes she is a woman with many acquired tastes due to her past experiences. She doesn't instinctively stray from the set and formal, yet she naturally finds herself veering toward the contrary. These preferences find themselves relevant in several hobbies, with music and dancing being no different.

That being said, the scene in front of her is utterly ridiculous.

The instruction was during her free hours and advertisements suggested all were welcome, so she figured there was no harm in at least briefly checking. Checking being the higher priority over participating. She needed to ensure that these warming exercises came from the aerobics themselves, not from stuffing the attendees in a tight space. Not that a wider room is preventing any sweating from those working out. Ugh...

Before the mage can reconsider her choice and slip away just as she slipped in, a familiar voice calls her name and approaches her isolated corner. Sonya easily recognizes who it is upon seeing their face; Ayra's flowing, black hair being rather indistinguishable even if covered by a towel. She isn't surprised to find the sword instructor here, moreso hesitating a moment at the other's invitation.

"Oh, I'm well aware," she begins while weighing her options. Sweat and muscles were really not her thing, but doing so with a more familiar comrade in tow could prove to be somewhat entertaining. Sonya cannot deny a sense of curiosity regarding this woman's ability as well. Is speed of the blade comparable to free-flow movement?

She would like to see her try.

"I only needed to observe my rivals' movements for a bit. Now I feel more than ready to leap past any who stand in my way. I'm sure you can do the same?"

"Although..." Sonya pauses before walking to the crowd, looking over Ayra's attire. It's not the heaviest set of armor, at least it looks that way by how the woman wears it. But for herself? "Am I going to coat myself in metal too?"

[dollandour]

" hey. " the tournament has just ended, and ayra catches up with the champion of team od as she's leaving, her tone cool. " i'm ayra isaach, a sword instructor... and a descendant of the crusader od, as it happens. " she flashes the mage a quick grin. " congratulations on your victory. that was a good fight. "

The "champion" (one of several, technically) steps out of the dining hall, filled and refreshed with warm tea. Any other day she would have veered toward sugarless cocoa, but she did promise a round of tea with the others from her battle, both friend and foe. The drink definitely could have been worse, and she didn't realize how dreadful tossing wind waves in chilly winters was for her temperature before stepping back inside. Hopefully none of the other competitors noticed any feeble shivers as she made her exit.

Before she can make it back to her reserved corner of the grounds, another woman arrives to provide her own congrats. Though her reasoning is immediately made apparent upon the reveal of her own heritage. A descendent, eh? Sonya wonders if she was watching her bout the entire time - or at least as best as one could in the middle of harsh flurries. Even if not, her compliment sounds genuine, even through her more stern voice.

"It wasn't my cleanest, but my storm got us by," she lightly smiles, making sure to not belittle all of the praise. "Helps to have a partner who can take blows too."

Sonya didn't join this tournament to uphold a crusader she never heard of before, though the organizer boy's descriptions of Od's swordsmanship made for an interesting tale. If his claims are true, than this woman in front of her is capable of slashing at the speed of comets. Was she going to teach others a similar technique as an instructor? Somehow, the mage doubts it.

"You can call me Sonya. I know my way around black magic rather well. Oh, and I can swing a sword around too. Not as well as your ancestor, surely," she cannot deny her interest in Ayra nonetheless. Overwhelming speed was something that has helped Sonya out of scuffles before, and there was never anything wrong with picking up some more pointers, no?

[dollandour]

tossing technicalities

[dollandour]

The Ethereal Ball is done, but as you're leaving, you see flocks of people making for a barely-trodden little footpath leading partway down the mountain. Should you follow it, the sound of music and hollering would begin to swell, until you are greeted with a barebones but extremely lively party with a large bonfire and no shortage of entertainment. Dancing, singing -- both far more boisterous and free than anything the Ball offered -- is plentiful, and it only seems to be getting started. There’s even a fun axe-throwing game set up between the trees. Better take advantage of the party now - those clouds overhead look ready to snow. [Grants Axe +1]

Of course her luck would be rotten enough to miss out on this academy's ball event - though she knows there will always be a next time to show off her beauty on the stage. At the very least she can make it to this more secluded celebration. Sure, the aesthetics could use a fair amount of sprucing up, but the high volume and informal setting takes her back to simpler tavern days, ones that she actually quite enjoyed. It wouldn't hurt to let loose somewhere like here every now and then, even if currently the stormy weather threatens a retreat.

The dance floor and singing arrangements are obvious first contenders, but Sonya was thinking bigger, grander. A woman taking to dance by herself is practically painting a target on her back for every man to trip over and ask to pair up. While it can be fun to see the weak ones pile up at times, there is always the risk for things to get more...seedy. There had to be a more profound way for this purple diva to stand out and truly liven things up.

The loud music is finally contested by another sound - one of metal colliding with wood. She turns to see the source: axe-throwing set by the trees. A couple of tough men were already taking part, but fortunately there is a free set nearby for anyone's grasp. Proving herself in front of a bunch of muscleheads sounds appealing, but perhaps that is too much to handle. Brute power isn't her highest boon either, so a single partner should be good enough for her...

...Perfect.

"You. Rogue," Sonya catches sight of a banded figure lying away near an isolated section of trees, her eyes keen enough to see him even if he wished to remain hidden. She carries over one of the play axes and holds it forward in offering - and challenge. "You seem like a lightweight more or less. Care to prove me wrong?"

Of course, Sonya isn't an idiot. She is well-aware that the man in front of her is quite the opposite of weak, possibly much the opposite. The only question now is if he wants to continue the facade, or have a little fun.

@askforfireman

[dollandour]

tossing technicalities

[dollandour]

Corrin stares after the mage, hands trembling slightly as he works up the nerve to even go and talk to her. His question is odd, his curiosities something that he never expected he would have wanted to know.

He sighs, taking a deep breath and finally running up to the woman. As far as he knew, she was a denizen of the city that lingered beneath their very feet even now. If that was true, then... he had to ask...

"Miss Sonya! Do you... I'm sorry this must sound so strange from someone you don't know but... do you know of a man who lives in Abyss... one who... seems to be quite lonely? Ugh, that does not seem very specific, but... I simply need to know...!"

A short reprieve on the surface - she is surprised by how easily it is to long for lighter skies only a few days after keeping to darkness. She isn't unaccustomed to a lack of sky over extended periods of time, but perhaps her new role of instructing underground is finally starting to set in. She will need to remind herself to take frequent breaks...both for her own enjoyment, as well as finding any familiar faces.

Her reflection is cut short by the call of a man, of whom she picks up a rather anxious tone from. He appears to be slightly younger than her, though if she is not wrong he is another faculty member, at least for the students above. A smidge cute, but not someone Sonya would really be interested in that way. Fortunately, he seemed to be skipping the pleasantries as well.

"The Abyss, hmm?" she starts off, questioning for a moment if disclosing information of below would land her in any potential trouble. She very quickly shoos those concerns aside, assuming that there is no harm if the other is already aware of the area. Besides, he seemed honest - and desperate - enough, so there was no point in toying with him. "It's as you say. Several men down there must be feeling lonely for one reason or another, though I wouldn't want to get friendly with that crowd."

"I will say, though, out of my current co-workers, one...man does seem to be in need of more company. I cannot say much else, as we are rather few," Sonya herself has not spent enough time with any other Abyss residents to make any further judgments as well, but she felt like there was enough to provide the slightest of a lead. "Why? Friend of yours?"

[dollandour]

Hey is it July over halfway over and I am only now getting to my wanted plots with Sonya? Why yes it is, but shhhhh~. Either DMs here or on Discord for any interest in the below prompts or further plotting is always encouraged!

Mission Task Board - Sonya is Unaffiliated, but in particular I am interested in these prompts:

Saint Seiros Charm - A potential opportunity for Sonya to take in the religious culture of this new land, not that she is heavily interested beyond observing. Although the activity does bring some...memories.... Status: Free!

Hostage Holdings [Gauntlets +1] - Funny, usually she used to be the one on the aggressive side of the coin. Of course, she shouldn't have major issues holding off on her own or saving their ally depending on the situation. Status: Free!

Blaze the Test [Reason +1] - As a Reason instructor, Sonya can lend a hand in extinguishing some of the flames before things go awry. If the mages are so worried, perhaps she can throw in some tuituion as a gift. Better than allowing them to burn more classrooms. Status: Free!

Non-Mission Task Board

Askr-ing Who Asked [Heavy Armor +1] - It's a good excuse to try on some more "exotic" clothing and move in a different sense. Also, it's interesting! Just...interesting. Status: Taken!

I've got a bucket of chicken - Even if the activity sounds rather repulsive, meat is meat. She (hopefully) should be able to hold herself well in an eating contest as well, if anyone is daring to challenge her. Status: Free!

[dollandour]

blade on the windchill - harmonia round 1

[lalamines]

It's an underhanded tactic, one that Mercedes feels a pang of hesitation about. Wishes she held a staff in her hands instead of the tome in her hands. If only she could call upon the goddess' light to heal her ally rather than hurt her foe. Sonya's strategy is wise though, even if it does leave a bitter taste in her mouth. Mercedes swallows it down, for the time being. She can give nothing less than her all.

"I'm sorry about this," maybe she should save the apologies for later, instead of giving a hint to her opponent. Still, it relieves her of a little guilt as she strikes. "I'll do my best!"

Mercedes 6.5/7 HP attacks Ethlyn 1/8.5 HP with Shine Roll d20: 19! Hit -1.5 damage. Ethlyn's Miracle triggers! Ethlyn has 1/8.5 HP remaining Ethlyn counterattacks with Assault. Roll d20: 17! Hit -1.5 damage reduced by Mercedes' Resistance asset Mercedes has 6/7 HP remaining

The force of her spell knocks Ethlyn backwards. Mercedes holds her breath, thinking she'd done enough to knock her out of the competition. A flash of light comes from Ethlyn chest though and she remains steady and standing, able to lift her staff and take revenge for her trickery.

"Sonya, are you holding up alright? I don't think she'll be able to take another hit."

[dollandour]

Well, it didn't go entirely to plan, with her being flashed in the eyes right back. Sonya expected the woman to be done after one more assault, but a little bit of extra white magic disapproves of removing the piece off the board that quickly. Mercedes appears to be still fine against mystical attacks, at least. They were going to need all the strength they could muster for their other rowdy companion.

"Well, that was a rather fine trick," she sneers in response to her opponent's stubborness, "but I'd say we'd had enough of your theatrics. Farewell."

Sonya 2/7HP hits Ethlyn 1/8.5HP with Anima [Roll: 17; -1.5; Ethlyn 0/8.5HP] Ethlyn is KO’d!

With a final flick of her spell hand, she summons a thick storm of gales. Removing a focus in quality in favor of quantity, she merely means to overwhelm the enemy and result in incapacitation. There was no need to be overly brutal in a (supposed) friendly bout, and this girl had at least been an enduring foe to combat with. It would probably be for the best regarding her ally mage's morale, as well.

She turns back to said ally once the wind has settled, taking advantage of the knockdown to get some solace. "Oh you don't need to worry your head about me, dear," she speaks in a kinder tone to Mercedes in an attempt to sound genuine amid her injured state. She's needed to look and remain strong in front of others for most of her life. A single desperate blade was not going to do her in so easily.

"Mind the tough one's sword skill. He's quick, but speed is no replacement for insight," she momentarily thinks back to the boy's descriptions of that crusader they represented, Od. A man whose upsides were all about agility, but that didn't mean the two of them had to play the same way.

@ladyleonster @lalamines @scharlakol

[dollandour]

blade on the windchill - harmonia round 1

[ladyleonster]

She nods in agreement with his plan, recognizing the hush of his voice meant to keep his thoughts from their opponents. She had been too excited by the rush of it all and had not considered to be smarter with her strategy. It is difficult when fighting beside someone she does not know at all but Ethlyn is more than willing to take direction and guidance.

"Ganging up on the healer, how original!" Ethlyn teases the other two women before pointing her staff toward Sonya once more.

Ethlyn 4/8.5HP hits Sonya 3.5/7HP with Assault [Roll: 14; -1.5; Sonya 2/7HP]

Another well aimed blast of an Assault spell shines forth from the orb at the end of her staff. It leaves her open for another hit of Sonya's own powerful magic. Rutger is right to be wary of their opponents but Ethlyn is still standing and full of spirit.

Sonya 2/7HP counters Ethlyn 4/8.5HP with Anima [Roll: 7; -1.5; Ethlyn 2.5/8.5HP]

"Don't worry about me, alright? We've got this!"

@dollandour @lalamines

[dollandour]

Tea afterwards, hm? Not the worst choice for an icebreaker, at least compared to arena battling. If Mercedes is offering, Sonya hopes the girl avoids picking anything too sweet. Though the setpiece was already beginning to sweeten up with her partner's kind commentary. They were words that don't fit a battle, but in all fairness the two appear to have a history together. The purple mage would likely get a little chatty if she was facing down a former friend too.

She may have missed the first time, but the staff user does not disappoint during her own initiation. Her opponent smiles after the magic connects, but Sonya is quick to wash that look away with another gust. She respects another magical woman's looks, but if anyone is going to be the last one smiling, it's herself. Can't trip up in front of a pupil that was looking up to her.

Any thoughts of a witty smirk and remark are removed by the swordmaster's sure strike. He certainly had a swift appearance, but Sonya expected to have one moment to react. No blood spills from the wound - hopefully the man wasn't thinking of going easy on her - but it still stings hard. His ally takes the opportunity to perform a follow-up, as she is easy pickings while recoiling back. It doesn't take a genius to know she's being targetted by both of them. She did jump out first and took the front of this battle, after all.

It only means that she had to prove her worth, like so many other scuffles in the past.

"Glad you got the note," Sonya replies to her aggressor as she flips a single page from her tome to retaliate the best she could on such a short notice. But there was more where that came from. "Sorry it isn't the most creative of tactics. But you want one that is? Here!"

Sonya 2/7HP hits Ethlyn 2.5/8.5HP with Anima [Roll: 7; -1.5; Ethlyn 1/8.5HP] Sonya uses Sol! Heals 1.5HP. Sonya 3.5/7HP Ethlyn 1/8.5HP hits Sonya 3.5/7HP with Assault [Roll: 11; -1.5; Sonya 2/7HP]

She keeps her book held in her left hand, still being the primary medium for the next cast - only fair in this tournament setting. However, she adds additional power from her soul, nothing life-draining, but rather life-stealing. The spell takes form as a gloomy, purple gale; almost mistakable for a thunderstorm. Sonya aims downwards toward the pink one's knees, a dirty strategy that only partially works. The enemy doesn't fall down entirely, but it is clear that she somewhat trips up as she counters with her staff. 

The slight refresh from her draining cast is cancelled out, but the play is successful nonetheless. The wind mage lowly hops back to a safer distance, keeping her eyes on the sword user. No doubt he's preparing to tear into her poor, innocent body once more, but the healer is almost down...

"Go for Miss Claus' eyes while she's staggered. You can apologize to her later," she whispers to her adjacent ally without turning her back, keeping her attention to the foes. She recalls the male host mentioning Mercedes was worried she'd hold her back. As long as she could follow a leading lady, that shouldn't be a concern.

Next! @lalamines

[dollandour]

blade on the windchill - harmonia round 1

[dollandour]

A fight during an active snowstorm was most certainly not her usual idea of fun on a day off. Still, Sonya couldn't just do nothing and let her joints get cold during these stressful days. Plus, word of this little tournament caught at least some of her interest. Fighting is a thing she was always good at, and what better of an introduction than the beauty lashing fangs?

It isn't long before Sonya and her partner - Mercedes, according to the princey boy? - face a pair meant to be their opponents: a pink-haired woman with a staff and a more rugged swordsman. Not the most creative of duos, but an effective one nonetheless. The sword will almost definitely be a pain, but his support won't make him easy to take down either.

How about she rattles their expectations a bit?

Sonya 7/7HP hits Ethlyn 8.5/8.5HP with Anima [Roll: 14; -1.5; 7/8.5HP] Ethlyn 7/8.5HP misses Sonya 7/7HP with Assault [Roll: 3; -0; 7/7HP]

A horn blares to indicate the beginning of combat, with Sonya shifting forward upon feeling a sudden burst of energy. But rather than gazing upon the frontal melee fighter, she looks toward the healer while flipping through her alotted anima tome. A pretty face, yes. But can it face this?

Gusts are released from the book, followed by Sonya conducting them at their target. Despite the distance, they still strike true and fast - at least the mage hasn't lost her sense of wind magic. The pink woman attempts a counter with some white magic, but Sonya has seen that before. A simple hop aside is all it takes to get the sparks off of her trail, nothing more.

"Sorry, you'll need to be a tad quicker than that," she speaks in small spite - only in good, competitive faith, of course. With her attack complete, she turns to her nearby ally and sees Mercede's similar tome in hand. Two women with magical flair, a perfect combo. Though the hair could perhaps use some work.

"Well? Let's see what you can do, dear."

Follow-up! @lalamines | @ladyleonster @scharlakol