First things first, she had it arranged so that she fought with the Angle first. One could find that foolish, and it was. But the sooner she got that battle over with, the sooner she could face the rest of the roster with no fear or anxiety of the end. Holding off such an opponent would wear her down mentally over time after all.
And so she did fight him, and even though her harpy had joined her, it was a quick and fruitless batter. Still, she had two points already gained and this alone brought her comfort. As she rested in the medic ward, she would think this tournament over, again and again. She wanted to better understand why she cared about it at all. Ultimately after days of mulling it over, she figured it was the desire to even matter. To prove to herself that she too, was among the legends within this guild. The Demoness could not yet fully shake the sensation that she was useless. So maybe with the rank she earns, it could help ease her worries.
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Trygve was assigned the task to deliver her message to Brone, upon her recovery. The members from outside of the guild would have more than likely heard from her by now. And so as the Demoness sorted her things and packed what she needed, she prepared to face those left within the guild before she went off to her new locations.
Yet a pit clung to her throat. She had not got to see him since the last fight they had and it felt like ages. The Demoness paused as she tied her hair, lingering place as she processed what she felt. Hurt? Betrayal? She was not quite sure. The results of the Thunder God were more than she could still bear. Her came out her, from what felt, as if out of nowhere. Finding conflict with her from nothing at all. She could hardly hold the bitterness she felt for it within her gut. Yet for this contest, she's steeled herself enough to face him at all. It was Tenevi whom she had sent to do so, not wanting to take a chance that the man would hurt her birds.
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A harpy soars through the skies and briefly flies in all the places one would happen to stumble into Emil, finding success is catching him as he exits the training grounds. The man was alone, his kids were elsewhere. She lets herself land just a bit of way from him, not wanting to chance his volatile nature from up close. " Emil, I take it? The berserker who needlessly raged at my master? Allow me to properly introduce myself, I am Tenevi. I came in place of a raven to extend an invitation to battle for the tournament my Revna decided to participate in. You'll find her in the location marked on with map of the Sigmundir Passes tomorrow around late afternoon. May you attend, but from what I've heard of you, I'm sure you will. Can't turn down a fight, right?" She willed her magic as black feathers, carrying the map to the man a bit away. She refused to be any closer herself. When he managed to snatch it out of the air, she made her way back to Lumikki to help her prepare.
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Now, the sun long from the highest place in the sky, but not yet did he touch the horizon. The Demoness sat with unease as she read her book and waited. She managed to find a place within the shade so that she was at least comfortable. She reads a worth of three chapters before her challenger approaches her. Teveni, who was on the watch, would tell Lumi long before he got close. Giving her the time she needs to better mark the place she would prefer to leave off. Her ravens were further away than usual, on her orders so that she wouldn't set off the man and get hurt. They waited in eagerness and anxiety. Calling to their master that she may win.
Lumikki, slowly looked up from her book, though her eyes would focus on the words till the last second before they would raise as well to meet his. " Greetings Thunder God. May we get this over with? Ye and me of course. Tenevi is to be off to the side as I don't want ta worry of her." She slammed her book shut and tucked it away. She got up with a deep sigh as she prepared herself for the second match she's been dreading.