Jikan still found it hard to believe that she found herself in another country, among another group of people, in their own circle of life and politics, lending aid. Lending aid for a matter that really did not involve her even a little bit, well, beyond the fact that her younger brother came to this country for some god forsaken reason. And yet she was unable to find the freaking man!

The competition over who was the next in line did not matter to her, the fact of the people in the towns and territory did not matter to her, the conflict, apparently, with the nation of Stella that was on the border of Bosco that was being conquered and the Stellians reactions did not matter to Jikan...at first.

Throughout her entire life Jikan could not think of a time where the concept of freedom was not one she constantly thought about, besides the years of her early child hood where she was actually allowed to be a kid. It was something that she needed, it was a mental thing, ever since she got away from her parents and what they did to her. Unfortunately, her time outside by herself did her little for caring about people when it did not personally involve her. But, she could not help being drawn to do some good or hoping for the best when it came to children or people who were genuine kind hearted and wanted to do good. So as she stayed in the middle of the storm that was the race for the throne after the King's passing, she grown more attached to the situation. Each heir that had a chance for the throne, besides one, all had their own care and love for their people. They just believed in different ways to go about assuring that bright future. And Cassia was the one that Jikan believed had the ideas and character to do the job, ruling and working with people in position of influence as well as connecting with her subjects. Sadly that was not the outcome regardless of Jikan efforts and the rest of Cassia's supporters. She supposed Hildegard was not a back second option though.


The zealots could not leave things well and alone though. Starting a storm in the city, burning, attacking, and killing everyone they saw without a care, even children.

Standing out of the upper door of the bulding she was staying in, the sight simply revulted her. Thankfully it seemed that the fighters of the war were not all out of commission, for the sounds of a counter attack were well on their way. Brunhild banners were being burned, thrown down, and the screaming faces of the followers of Brunhild were being squished to floors and walls.

Jikan jumped off of her view point, her gauntlet covering her wrist in one hand and her other glowing with her white magic. It was time to join the fray!

WC: 497

As Jikan jumped off of her elevated view point and her feet landed down to the ground. She descended onto the ground floor, ready to be among defenders of the transfer of power within Bosco. However, as she looked down she saw instead the flying colors of the Brunhild usurpers. In a quick motion, the enraged red black haired enchantress threw her right arm down as she fell closer to the ground, hitting the head of a nearby Brunhild fanatic, a thud occurring as her gauntlet smacked the top of their head and powered the body to the ground face first. "How dare you...you hurt these people, these children, that are your own people because you simply did not get your way. Trash!". Jikan's anger was getting the better of her here, she hated the act of this meaningless fighting and death after the war was decided. The other heirs had accepted their defeat, the resources and the people deciding that Hildegard was the next ruler. They could see that in the end it was best to accept that outcome and work within their abilities to help build a bright future for Bosco. However, Brunild did not think like that. She would not give up. She would continue beyond the point and throw away the lives of the majority of the people living within the country all because of her ideas and determination to get what she wanted for the minority that sided with her. Throwing away the lives and dreams of everyone else, the families that had long been done with this ordeal, the children's homes, families, and lives lost due to it, spat on and shown it would continue. She would not tolerate this!

As she stood up, Jikan did not see any nearby enemies, at least ones that were in reach, there were plenty in earshot that heard her words earlier. Shifting her eyes, she witnessed the after math of Alisa using her magic, this was the first time she had actually met the woman. However, there was plenty of tells of her supporting Cassia, and the reputation of the White Empress alone from Jikan's exposure to the wizard world in Fiore.

She didn't realize before, but also, it seemed that Wilhem was here as well, even a Stella native as well. Jikan wasn't fully sure who he was, but from word of mouth, she believed it was Mzuma, the warrior that actually defeated and wounded Wilhem earlier in this conflict. It was strange to see them fighting alongside each other, but it seemed they wanted to end this bloodshed too.

Jikan extended an arm out before a current of wind surrounded her body and moved out several meters around her. As she dashed forward in a run, she punched and kick through the bodies of her enemies, cutting through them in a figuratively sense like butter.

Wc: 490
Twc: 987

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As Jikan dashed forward through the first wave of fighters she confronted that waved the banners of Brunhild and were decked out in their army's banner colors, holding their blood stained swords and axes, the red and black haired enchantress warrior bobbed and weaved through the strikes and reach of the enemy combatants that tried to attack her. The sight of her hair flickering was clear as she danced around people. Jikan was still a low combat experienced wizard compared to other magic users, but the magic mana flowing through her body and her physical training still put her at a far advantage to regular citizens. And these brutes were not even warriors, just unhappy people of an outcome with weapons in their hands. They were not trained mercenaries or people trained in the art of combat. And so with her speed, agility, and elegance, it was easy for the novice fighter to get the better of them.

After ducking under an attempted slash at her head, Jikan through out a hook body shot to the man's gut that attempted to cut her head off. His body fell down as he dropped his sword with a cough and fell onto the ground unconscious. Rather not have to keep people, even these manicas, but I won't hesitate if I have to. The fighting was heating up, more and more waves of the fanatics were coming, but worse was that they were not coming after the armed fighters like Jikan, but rather burning and stabbing helpless civilians as they attempted to run out of their homes and fleeing down the street. The sheer number was becoming to be aggravating, no matter how many Jikan punched, more came in their place. She could drop them but not defend as many people they could go after. A sigh of relief came from her distressed fighter as more fighters arrived.

A small black child was dashing, jumping, and pretty much bar fighting with ever attacker that came by him. No, more like assassinating them. The boy was nimble, striking and slashing them without mercy that in a sight that was a combination of an assassin at play, and an anger beast being unleashed. Just what made the child fight so ferociously? Who knows, but one thing Jikan could tell from what he saw. He was deadly, and had plenty of weapons. Quickly taking a gun and shooting an approaching enemy that was coming up behind Wilhem.

And then another person joined, appearing out of no way from above to smash into the ground and explode an wave of ice around the Brunhild troops.

Jikan eyes scanned around her, people with names were here, people with well know reputations. Kenzo, Alisa, Karisa...this was becoming a sight and a concern. If these people were here, just what did Jikan get herself into? Jikan body let loose a part of her tense, wrapping her arms around a woman with a spear that was a few meters behind Karisa and lifting the woman's body into the air before slamming her into the ground with a body slam before getting back into her feet.

"I do not like this at all".

Wc: 545
Twc: 1,532

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Jikan indeed did not like the situation she found herself in at all. The stomping of feet continuously, the smell of blood hitting the ground and splatting the walls, being mixed with iron and steel, the smoke filling her nose and mouth at times as the homes and buildings were flooded by rebels and ransacked and burned. But what hurt her the most, what angered her the most and made the older enchantress' skin crawl, her blood boil, and for her to move, punch, kick, and even headbutt with an animistic ferocity, was the sounds and sight of families being targeted. Fathers and Mothers holding their children close to their hearts as they dashed out and fell, falling to the blade of the hysterical invades as they shielded their off spring with their bodies, their only armor.

People fought, and the winners won. They told the stories. And the warriors were normally adults, people with more likely lived lives, able to fight and die because they were most likely causing the issue. But babies, toddlers, children, heck even teens. They had no voice in this. They had no choice in this. And even when they did not choice or were forced to be soldiers in the adult's madness, their blood still found a way to be spilled. And that was the sight and sounds that were haunting the red haired woman. With ever face knocked to the ground, with every adolescent cry prevented by a last minute kick or punch, there was another that Jikan heard that she could not get to. With ever person Jikan helped, there was one that she did not, and for everyone person she defeated, two more came to fight and target the weak, the most defenseless; children. It drove her mad!

This is not working, if this keep up we won't be able to protect anyone. We can defeat them, no problem, but if we can't safe these people's lives then we have only failed! The worry was making the fighter desperate, she was beginning to grab people by the neck and throwing them through windows and against building walls as she dashed between bodies. Pulling at anyone that was about to strike at a civilian, especially one that was underage. Then she heard a shout, a strong clear one that was yet young. Turning her head she saw the boy that was jumping about slashing and shooting before, now leading a mass of people forward to the tree lines. He was gathering them and attempting to lead them out. If that was where they were going, then so should she. "QUICK THIS WAY!!!!". With a spinning kick the red headed warrior knocked a man carrying an axe through an ally before the mass of people she was around began to run, with he speed advantage she stayed around them, easily move to each of their sides, back and front, to knock away approaching enemies.

Wc: 500
Twc: 2,032

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The light was beginning to shine for the weary citizens that found themselves in this unfortunate hell on earth that they found themselves in. Thanks to the person who Jikan found herself fighting along side, Khalfani, who Jikan had no idea of their identity, the civilians were now being Shepard out of the streets to the open forestry in hopes of evacuating them to safety. The sound of feet stomping on grass and stone were present as the smaller second group of people were being protected and guided by the red haired wizardess as she moved around the group in bursts of speed as nearby Brunhild supports spring up from the various side position one by one in aims to stopping them. Screams were given by the scared civilians as they saw their attackers before being stopped by gaps by the sight of Jikan's red long hair appearing before them. A punch to the stomach to cause the man to fall to the ground, a dash, a chop to the back of the neck to a women with a pair of daggers in her hands, another blur of motions, a kick to the head that sent another body to a trailing group of attackers.

Jikan was doing her best, trying to be at multiple spots at once, as best as she could. But there was only so much running she could do with her current level of strength before needing to slow down or stop. She was powerful in some of her physical capabilities, but there was only so much her human body could do before it needed to stop to breath and recover.

A shout came from someone, at this point with the amount of different voices she was hearing she was not quite sure. But what she did know that they were friendlies, for a sea wave of crystals exploded somewhere, knocking only the charging revolters in the air and to the ground before telling them to continue moving forward. She turned back towards the front, witnessing the group of attacks reaching the boy in the lead with the first group. Hostility oozed out of the would be attackers before the boy once ain whipped out his pistol. Whatever it was it was safe to say it was a magic bullet again, but this one was different, much more powerful than the others. For it caused an explosion that covered 10 meters in all directions killing all of the grunts guarding the exit. The shock scaring the group of people along side Jikan.

But only now did Jikan realized that she was in a troubled situation. There were a few members in her group that were hurt, their injuries hindering their movement and making their escape more difficult. Even worse, some were now falling behind, losing the protection of the group and Jikan.

Damn it....

Stopping in her tracks momentarily n a position close to the group of travelers among her and the few hurt civilians, Jikan threw her left hand out, creating a 2 meter white magic seal in her palm while a larger 8 Meter magic circle began to cover the designated area spreading over all those nearby that she could heal as best as she could. Her mana engulfed all who are in the ring with a gust of soft wind that flows around them, covering their wounds and healing them.

Wc: 572
Twc: 2,604

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