What the hell just happened? One second, the wizard was resting on a bench at Baska Town, the next second, he found himself in a whole new place. However, what shook him the most was the smoke that he smelled, the smoke of flames from the large city that he recognized rather quickly as the capital of Fiore, Crocus. There were smokes from the raging fires everywhere, including the place that he found himself at; looking around, the Fire Mage spotted the characteristics of a very familiar, large castle and concluded his location to be… well, somewhere else than Baska. Coda was panicking as her wings flailed about, causing the plumaged predator to take her leave and seek for a safe area, a place most likely safer than Hyōen’s shoulder. He found himself outside, being able to look further across the courtyard and spot the several men combat. He could also look over a good portion of the city and notice its state of emergency, more and more grey material in form of smoke from merciless blazes reaching the air. The berserkers below were drowning in their battles, so he felt somewhat safe up here, but given his instinctive decision concerning the situation, it was no time to lay back and relax. There were a dozens of meters towards the side of the courtyard from his position, but they really gave it their all down there.

There were battles going on outside as he could hear battle cries and screams. Standing on top of the castle - more along the side of the dome that the castle had - he found it necessary to have his parries up. He could use his heat-vision, but given the heat of the battle on top of the smoke from the burning buildings nearby, it felt almost impractical. However, he was in the middle of a battlefield now, so despite having no weapon or shield right now, he kept his eyes focusing on different targets around his field of vision, not letting any corner go unscathed from his glare. He had to be careful around here, and he felt that he should quickly dash down and help the royal knights with their struggles.

“Just what the hell…”

WC: 373

Odin didn’t know much about Crowley, no one in Grimoire Heart save the elites had ever even seen him, but he knew that the guild master liked to play chess, a pastime that Odin too had recently gotten into, and one he felt mirrored the real world surprisingly accurately, yet with a few minor differences. Getting to the king and queen did indeed involve taking down a few of the pawns, but no one ever specified that every piece had to be directly in front of the opponent’s. As it so happened, a large-scale battle was happening in the courtyard to the castle, many brave knights were facing off against the cannon fodder of the lower ranked Grimoire Heart mages, while certain other, stronger members, were given specific tasks. Naturally, they weren’t the one’s tasked with murdering the king and queen of Fiore, but causing the chaos, and weakening the defences, both the places and the people, that was the task of the stronger mages in the guild, and Odin was no different. The battle itself down in the courtyard had caused enough of a distraction for Odin to enter a prime location for causing his own distraction: preparing himself for the decimation that was about to occur. For entrances led to many places, and many places could be called entrances. The castle, for example, had many simple doors in that peasants used to go about their daily jobs. And while it was true that these doors were usually defended by some of the Rune Knights, the invasions had pulled them away from their post, allowing the Lich to slip on through one such door, that was far enough away from the commotion that no would expect he had anything to do with it, without detection. Using enough spacial awareness to work out where he had entered in relation to the battle, it wasn’t long before Odin found himself cautiously entering the large entrance way. Keeping low, the dark mage instantly noticed the three people conversing in the middle of the room: a dome shaped entrance with a diameter of around 30m with a chandelier hanging dangerously close above were the mages, for that is what they must’ve been. Odin wasted no time in acting, moving his hands the moment he saw the three. He had scanned the room in an instant, but when his eyes fell upon life he wasted no time. They were fifteen meters away from the Lich, as he was in the circumference of the building and they were in the center, and there was no reason to wait and see if they were civilians or foes. After all, in his alignment, it didn’t really matter which they were, and so Odin raised both of his hands, and cast his spells in an instant.

The first was aimed towards the girl furthest away to him, who had a little companion next to her, while the second was directed at the male figure, who had his back to the mage. The curse was applied to the woman instantly, while the shaft of bone quickly made its way to the man, likely at a stage where it would be impossible to dodge. The only girl that would have been able to see the attack coming had just been struck with the curse and would have her own problems, since both the man and the blonde girl with the spear were facing the main entrance, which sat away in the opposite direction from Odin's location. The third girl was currently unimportant, as she would soon have her hands full. To add to the situation as well, Odin raised his hands after casting the first two spells, summoning twenty of his skeletal beasts, stretching out in the five meter distance that Odin could summon them. Now that he would undoubtedly be noticed, it wouldn’t matter, as his summons, coupled with his new ally, would likely finish the job. Standing atop the stairs, Odin would watch as his cursed opponent became an ally, as his bone spear neared it’s target, potentially puncturing him and moving through towards the girl behind him, and as his swarm moved in on the man, the first group reaching him in simply a few seconds to tear into him, providing he was still able to stand by then.

Checkmate.

1040/2000:

Racism in Fiore was and is a serious problem. To this day, Elves are still discriminated against today. Just a few days ago, Zane had been shopping for apples at the Baska Market. He was simply just buying an apple, when the shopkeeper noticed his ears. The shopkeeper asked Zane about his pointy ears. Zane didn't like that. He hated when people would point out his ears.

Back to the action, Zane was being a victim to a hate crime. Out of nowhere, he was hit with a spear to the shoulder, it hitting his shoulder plate, damaging his plate, though more accurately it completely shattered it, piercing a straight hole though it. Zane's shoulder was cleanly pierced through, dealing a huge amount of damage to him thanks to his explicit weakness to darkness as an elf. Should there have been no outside interference, this course of action could cause him to simply be defeated and fall unconscious to the sheer pain that was caused through the spear's damage. Hopefully one of his many allies(?) would be able to help turn this all around. But if this was not the case, he would definitely be down for the count, and the allied forces would lose this one. Well played, bone man.