It was the middle of the day in Bosco, the clouds were numerous but light, giving the illusion of being cotton candy. Giving a very slight amount of shade from the sky.

Jikan was away from the small town this time, the defense of the area may have been successful against the rebels, but their task was far from done. Bodies had to be moved families and people comforted, and honestly, defense preparation to do. The civilians turned warriors had to set up a perimeter to have a proper defense point, the issues last time showed them that they could not just hope to fight them head on. But Jikan could have told them that. They needed skill, experience, and strategy. Thankfully it seemed the hardship gave some of them that. But for now, Jikan, the random outsider who just happened to come at their time of need, was out on patrol. Scanning the nearby forest area but hoping to only get signs that the enemy were a long way from coming back.

Renewed vibrant green leaves flowed to the ground as Jikan walked through the grove. The open dirt roaded quickly turning to a grassy base. A string of leaves passed her face as a gust of wind pushed them past her, her hand casually moving back to move her long loose auburn black hair back into place. Within several minutes she reached an opening amongst the trees. A small stream flowed along an assortment of rocks, the area wide, the ground formed from a combination of rocks and dirt. Open space, free from hindrances.

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Wc: 266
Twc: 266

Raymus was never one for cloud gazing. It always seemed like a childish pastime to him, even as a child! Like why would anyone want to look into the sky for hours on end staring at accumulative water vapour? So dumb! Like just because that one looked like a fluffy white rabbit might be enjoyable for a child no more than three years of age but for a Werewolf nearly twenty-three years of age? It just made him hungry. And that one floating along with the wind? Just because it looked like a boat sailing on the open blue sky some would say it reminded them of their home in Port Hargeon by the Blue Pegasus guild hall. But not Raymus, no siree.

All this staring at the sky definitely not cloud gazing had made him slightly delirious and before long he found himself way off the path he had intended to take on his little stroll. Being a werewolf Raymus had a fairly good sense of direction. Perking his nose up into the air and sniffing slightly, he got the whiff of some unfamiliar scents, making him believe he was in some enemy territory. Or at the very least not in his own. Instead of turning back though, he continued on with a cautious nature hoping he wouldn't step on any toes. One would think he would try to retrace his steps and stop himself from looking so suspicious but no Raymus! No he figured he could find some landmark the way he was going to help him find his bearings. And with some luck he did! It was a small stream, no doubt leading down to a larger river. However as he entered the clearing he also saw someone else. A stranger. And in foreign lands with the current standing it did not seem good. Raymus said nothing and instead lowered his knees and upper body slightly, as if he was getting ready to fight. He knew he already looked suspicious and saying anything more might be a bad idea so he remained quiet, allowing the stranger to act first.

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The sight of the vibrant green leaves flowing to the ground and the quiet light blue stream was a comforting sight for Jikan. The welcoming view of nature was a needed vision for Jikan. The night of burning flesh, slashed wounds, and adrenaline within combat was a draining sight. And the direness of the situation was needed to be counter balanced by this sight. As Jikan was not a native of this country, of this town, she had no reason to do what she did. The only reason she could really say why she came to their aid, was that they were known supporters of Cassia. And if they fell to the swords and magic pointed at them, there would be one less corner to lift up who Jikan felt was the best leader for the nation's people and benefit to her own goals. That and...well, she could not help but try and do something when she realized the massive number of kids present in the town/ The people who fought were not just fighting for their ideas, but for the younger generations in the crossfire.

As Jikan continued to walk towards the stream, she looked forward to nature's drink that would quench her thirst. Within a few seconds, she was there and knelt down, cupping her hands and taking a mouth full of water from the running water. From the first taste it seemed that the water was fine, no land animals or fish were around and the water did not taste salty.

After which Jikan stood up and turned around, preparing to continue her scouting of the nearby area to ensure no separate forces were nearby. Unfortunately, she was greeted with an unexpecting sight when she turned. A male kneeled to the ground,
his body crunched forward, silent. Jikan did not like the situation she felt she was in and immediately got in a fighting stance. Lowering her legs in a horse stance, her legs sideways and torso turned away from the man. Her arms handed low, one in front of her chest and the other closer to her core.

Updated Stats and Equipment:

Wc: 355
Twc: 621

The red headed girl also took a cautious approach when it came to him which didn't exactly bode well. he had hoped that maybe she would have greeted him in some fashion as to break the tension that was looming in the air like the humid heat around them. Even with the river beside them the heat from the sun above was palpable as was each other's caution. To make matters wore the woman seemed to be ready to fight from the get go. She had some light armor as well as some nasty looking gauntlets covering her hands, a small ring adorned over one of them too, no doubt enchanted to give her some sort of advantage. She also got into a fighting stance and it seemed like the two were in a sort of stalemate.

Raymus himself was in a battle ready position. His knees were bent but not touching the ground. Given how he lowered himself it would be fair to assume he could try something like that but it would be impractical. He wanted to be able to move at a moment's notice and being in such a position would not help that matter at all. His upper body was also leaned slightly forward to help his movements too in case he needed to make one suddenly, his arms casually hanging in front of him in a boxing stance.

Exhaling sharply from his nostrils as if he was sighing, Blue over here didn't know how to proceed. Given the current climate it would be very easy to assume the other was the enemy and if that was the case a peaceful conclusion would be best. That being said the current climate would no doubt make this much harder that it sounded. So instead the werewolf silently decided to go on the offensive. First with his right hand, he'd jab forward, then moving swiftly forward himself.

The jab that was no where near the woman would naturally enough be a spell motion, a magic circle appear right after, shooting an electrical beam from it 8 meters in total toward Jikan, the blade of lightning about as wide as the magic circle itself. Raymus would be avoiding the beam with his movements, moving left, towards the river where he was hoping to cut off Red. She was about 7 meters away from Raymus and the beam would be aimed so about 2 meters of the blade would be piercing her left torso. It would be easy to avoid moving to her right but to try and go the other way would probably mean she could get caught by the beam in some way.

But Raymus assumed the beam would not hit and went to close off her escape, begging his run along the edge of the river. The plan here was to limit the woman's movements as best he could. After all, trying to fight in a river probably wouldn't be the best idea. With his cape flowing behind him, Raymus would try to get close to her. The mage, if he could even be called that much preferred close combat so getting the woman cornered early on would be his main objective. He couldn't be too sure how she was with the style of fighting from a glance but her stance at least made him assume she had some knowledge. But would she have the strength to back it up? That remained to be seen. As for seeing how things went, Raymus trailed the woman's movement's with his crimson eyes as he began to his run and casted his spell. He was sure she would avoid the spell so he was more focused on her reaction as it would dictate his own.

It would take him a little longer to reach the woman than his spell would so he had time to react accordingly, however Jikan would be under a little more pressure. That being said even the werewolf was feeling the heat of battle starting to make sweat roll down his back. or was that just the heavy weather?

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The situation that Jikan found herself in was simply troublesome. Concerns she had about coming upon possible hostile forces that either belonged to a military or vagabond group that supported an opposing heir rival of Cassia or of the tribal Stella resistance. Or anyone in between. What category the young blue haired man before her would fit in was unseen yet, but the reality of the situation was one that had her cautious regardless. From her perspective, it seemed that e was watching her after all, even more suspicious was in addition, the stance he had when Jikan saw him looking at her. Jikan was thinking about speaking when the Raymus went into action.

Jikan watched as Raymus lowered himself even further to the ground, the sight was questionable in Jikan eyes, just what was this man up to?

Jikan kept her body lowered, her weight shifting to her heels to make any quick reactions that she needed to do in response to her attacker's actions. Her guarded stance stayed the same. And then it came, his magic. His right fist was thrown swiftly forward with a jab, a magic circle of about 2 meter appeared in front of it before a beam of lightening shot out towards Jikan. The 1 meter thick beam aimed to pierce her threw. Jikan's mind raced with thoughts about what to do now, the man's red eyes were on her as he moved as soon as he casted his spell. What he was planning to do next was a concern, but the magic spell heading towards her had priority. She had to try to avoid the spell and so he leg muscles tightened in preparation. He feet dug into the ground briefly before unleashing their power and propelling her to the left, lunging to the side quickly to avoid Raymus spell.

Whether or not she was hit Jikan would remain on her feet. Sliding into the ground as she moved, her eyes stayed glued to the blue haired figure before her. Their body moved towards her, following a slightly different path that the lightening beam took. It seemed that they were heading towards the river. If she had to make a guess, with his current positon and pace of running he was about 6.25 meters from her after her movements. With a frown Jikan extended out her right hand before closing it in a fist, he made the first move and it was time that she returned the action. A 1 meter white magice le appeared under Jikan as he hand closed, a white and brown light flashing around her right fist before she moved it close to her as a twirl of wind began to form around her hand and wrist. Throwing her hand forward, the mass of wind  matching the size of the magic circle traveled forward in its trajectory of attempting to impact Raymus left leg. He would have to think quickly to not get caught mind motion.

But it was amateurs to assume this mysterious opponent would just hit by her spell, given that, she decided that for now at least, standing still was not an option, there was no telling what other magic this guy could have. Her red black hair hid her face she dashed along the opposite way that Raymus was running, her blue-green eyes hard on the man as she waited to see what he would do next.

Wc: 577
Twc: 1,198

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She assumed that mysterious blue haired red eye man would dodge her magical wind Gale Shrapnel attack. Maybe she moved a little to face for the man to respond to. Maybe her magic spell just traveled too fast for him to respond to and dodge within the six point twenty five meters distance between them in one second. Maybe it was those factors, maybe it was sheer luck, or the fact that the spell traveled twenty meters per second, but regardless, the magic attack landed at Jikan's target. Landing a blow that hit the man's left leg from the side, landing a perfect blow on the calf. If the wind magic hurt the leg and hindered it, the man made no sign or show of showing Jikan that that was the case.

Jikan's right hand was still raised in the air, the 1 meter white magic circle still appearing under Jikan's feet wit her hand still closed in as a fist. The white and brown light  still present in her hand. The strong continuous glow of the spell ending, flashing off and on, off and on, like a light being played with by a child. The wing gale attack slowly weakened in size, extending back from its distances, 15 meters, 14 meters, 13 meters, 12 meters, 11 meters, 10 meters, 9 meters, 8 meters, 7 meters, 6 meters, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters, and finally only one meter from Jikan hands before the wind was completely gone and only the short sparking of the magic in her hand before it to went away. Within seconds, the white two meter magic circle under Jikan's feet faded and went away.

Well, I can not believe that that magic spell actually worked and hit him. I mean, he should have been able to move fast enough to respond to that.

No matter her thoughts or doubt about how she landed her blow, it did and she had to continue her momentum. With her right hand still raised after her releasing her magic spell. Her left hand held her gauntlet, spreading her feet, to a little bit within her shoulder length, she took a strong wide stance, bending her knees, she lowered her center of mass a great deal down to the ground while leaning her body forward. Her right hand shifted positions and changed, it was held open wide as if she was waiting to grasp an incoming projectile, and was ready to strike. Her right hand was held back, stationed up in a L position behind her back.

She waited for the man to respond, to speak even, to do a motion that would tell her what magic spell he would do next, but he was doing nothing, only standing there guarding himself. Not showing any signs of taking true long term damage or hindering of a limb from Jikan's magical attack. If that was the case, she would have to try physical attacks then.

She moved forward, small step by small step, still preparing herself for the man to charge forward at her or to unleash another magic circle upon her. Alas it did not come, and Jikan shortened the distance from six point twenty five meters to six meters. Then she charged forward. Kicking up a dust storm before her rushing in on the man. Running straight at the man closing in the distance from six meters to zero, close range in the face contact. Her momentum stopped when she reach him, both of her feet slamming into the ground just inches in front of him. "If you are not going to move than I will!".

Tightening her core she would use her 1 meter reach of her arms to flung her right fist out in a straight jab to the right arm of the man, after which in a quick series of actions she would strike out with a punch from her left hand using her gauntlet throwing a hook shot body blow to the man's opened left side, aiming for a hook body shot to the ribs. She would then throw another punch a right jab, the fist aimed at the man's chest, the strike aimed for the center of the man's diaphragm. After which she would let out a swinging uppercut with her right hand, seeing the opening and ready to end this battle. The blow would push the man into the air, knocking him a few feet into the air. Spinning on the heel of her left foot, Jikan would unleash a finishing spinning heel kick to the stomach. The blow sending the man crashing into the stream of water behind him and knocking him out for now.

"I gotta get back to turn and warn them about this".

Wc: 813
Twc: 2,011

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