Duel:Delain v Ignatius, Frostmaw Welcoming Committee
Frostmaw Arena
Duelists: Delain vs. Ignatius. Duel: Traditional 3 posts each, with final defense. 15 minute posting limit. Stakes: 5k gold to the winner from Satoshi. Judges: Kasyr (mid), Muraski, Kipflux
Kasyr is lounging in his particular seat within the Arena's private boxes. Or at least, as much as a stone chair allows oneself to lounge, without intruding onto someone elses seat. What makes this peculiar, is the focused expression which the Revenant sports, and the manner in which he simply stares upwards, every so often.
Satoshi occupies her chair in a less than proper manner, seated on the arm of it for the sole purpose of better closing the gap between hers and Kasyr's own, granting a postion that makes it possible for the kit to fiddle with, poke, and all around absently harass the distracted kensai. Occasionally she follows his skyward gaze with her own curious look, but overall Satoshi is content to toy with sandalwood locks. Although running her fingers through the calico's hair is the action of choice, she has taken a slight interest in attempting to braid a small section of it--just to see if she can actually manage a braid despite only one working hand. "Are you waiting for the sky to fall?"
Kasyr , whilst obstinate in his decision to continue peering heavenward, is not utterly bereft of his senses. It's for this reason that he occasionally shifts his head to and fro, to further complicate the machinations of Satoshis idle hand. Still, it does take him a fair few moments to properly sort his thoughts, so as to be able to offer Satoshi the straightfaced response of, "You're close. I'm wondering if I want a part of it to fall. I'm just a little bit preoccupied with politics, j'suppose. Et well. With preparing for a few possibilities. Especially if those less than wholesome, and altogether devilish, neighbours of ours have decided to pay us a visit."
Satoshi's brow creases into the faint lines of a frown when her most recent attempt at a sloppy braid is foiled by another squirm from her husband. In silent revenge she gives that section of locks a light tug before trying anew, letting herself get absorbed in the peculiar task while she digests his words. "..Which devilish neighbors?" She can think of a few examples, none of them better than the rest. "All's been quiet of late, but you're still burying yourself in politics. When'd you last hunt for the sake of hunting?" Which is Satoshi's way of complaining about a lack of the simple amusement and mayhem they used to get into on a near daily basis.
Redovian appears next to Satoshi and Kasyr, the royal couple of Frostmaw's chosen Justice taking his place by their side, ready to act swiftly in case things should go awry. Not that he needed to. If anything, it was for others protection, but appearences and all...
Satoshi thinks Redovian might need to save Kasyr from her attempts to braid his hair.
Ignatius had been overtaken by an overwhelming sense of stagnation over the past few days, a terrible sensation that he had been doing so little as of late. For fear that his skills were starting to decline and his sword-arm was becoming a might rusty, the undead knight had taken to loitering about the arena. Even now, he could be seen just standing there in the center of the killing grounds with hollowed eyes just staring blankly towards the combatant's entrance.
Delain had been wandering again, however this time in his more elven form. The Eladrin/Dragon Hybrid moved forward, well beyond six feet tall, clad in a full suit of armor with a tower shield strapped to his shoulder in two places, under the armpit, and then at the elbow. Weapons adorned his body, his mace on his back, three daggers covered in several layers of rust strung to his belt along with his short sword made of a pretty light weight metal. Also strung about his body was pouches filled with components, some empty, some full to the brim. He had only come in search of new components for arcane compounds and magical rites but had found himself located in a rather large arena where he could see through his solid opalescent violet eyes the beautiful cryomancer from the other day, some male next to her and then another beside the couple. A bit of disheartening momentarily poisoned the veins of the draconian but that was drowned out by the creature in the center of the arena. Pain still pulsed in his legs from the impact of earlier this morning. The cold was also starting to get to him, even with his hot blood running through his arteries. The high elven features of his face and the slim agile form of his body was betrayed by the bulk of his armor, however he was no stranger to battle and could wield a sword quite proficiently. "Did.. I come into something at the wrong time?" his voice was deep and gravelly, also betraying his age to be much greater than he would appear when he didn't have his helmet on which right now happened to be the case.
Kasyr takes his lounging to the next level, allowing himself to slouch to the point that he all but tips over towards Satoshi following her vengeance tug, quite intending on leaning into and tilting her over if she's not wary. On the bright side, he at least has the basic decency to take a grab at the arch of the chair- so that he can prevent himself from outright crushing her. "The devilish neighbours that have abysmal manners, et hellishly difficult to get along with? Very reclusive...frigid en fait, so that there appearance so close to the city is surprising? Those neighbours." A moment is taken to pause, before the Revenant simply shrugs, "I never was very big on hunting for pleasure- necessity and business are sating in themselves. Et It's not like I have any shortage of business to attend to." Kasyr is being suitably grouchy. Obviously.
Satoshi, momentarily distracted by movement on the arena floor, isn't expecting Kasyr's sudden leaning into her. A fact that has her tipping and her singular arm lashing out to seize the first solid surface available to halt her sideways plunge. For a frantic flail, it's surprisingly graceful, the kit shifting so fluidly into a more pronounced lounge it's almost passable as an intended movement--a deception she tries to enhance by throwing Redovian a sidelong smirk and wink. "Hullo, Cyrisling." And back to her surly husband attention goes, although amber-flecked eyes are focused upon the pair in the arena the whole while. "Not all -that- surprising, actually. They're not overly fond of the time I spent in their territory recently, especially since I sent a few of them to their makers when they decided to intrude on my work. Either or," here the foxkin huffs, whiskers twitching unhappily, "there's more than just business to focus on, y'know..."
[Ignatius tilted his hat back to get a better look at this metal-clad elf creature that stood before him, a morbid grin forming upon his skeletal maw as he settled his sights upon this one. There was no hesitation, the knight suddenly becoming alive with motion as me charged forth towards his unwitting opponent - right hand falling upon the hilt of Alessia that lay sheathed at his left hip. "Venire!" He yelled with a voice that burned with the raw fury of the adrenaline that blazed in his dried up veins. It was only until he was upon this impromptu foe that Ignatius drew his weapon, the sound of bone scrapping on metal as the dragonblade came swiping in a wide arc towards Delain's midriff. The strike was full of raw strength, carried by the momentum of his attacking draw and made even moreso by the latent ability of Alessia to hit so much harder.]
Kasyr actually deigns to notice Redovian, upon Satoshi drawing attention to him- offering the paladin a brief wave, and a quietly spoken, "We should talk, at some point", before he simply carries on with his comfortable means of impeding Satoshi from knotting his hair. "Je sais, Cherie. I am more than aware- however, I've never been one are threats that have not yet been accounted for. It es..distressing, to a degree, that not only is there matters I have yet to attend to in Vailkrin- but there es also diabolical developments underway here."
[Delain watches with growing apprehension, the strange formation of his apparent opponent's face as it curled into a smile that would strike a measure of fear into him, had he been lesser of a man. Chilling blood pumped through his veins rapidly the closer his opponent got, time seeming to slow down for him as a series of possibilities lay before him at what he could do. Fractions of seconds were given to each path of action, quickly running through the various outcomes in his mind as he would in a game of chess or a live battle. When it came down to the few last moments when Ignatius brought out his own blade he gripped the hilt of his sabre, the blade facing behind him and running along his arm until he twisted his wrist which propelled the weapon to its rightful position within his grasp. Now the tip of the black metal facing towards his opponent he pressed it to the ground in a diagonal fashion towards himself, the blade striking him jarring his hand, but also the angle of his own weapon forcing his opponent's sword to the ground if the controls was not kept in check by Ignatius himself. At the same time he sacrificed his sabre, the weapon thrown from his grasp by the blow itself, but not entirely a loss as both hands ripped from his belt two of the three daggers covered in rust. A twist of his body and the momentum of his movements carried him into a spin around Ignatius behind him, the tips of the daggers going to strike true to the neck of his opponent, where he could ram them in and then rip free while dislodging the head of his undead nemesis.]
Redovian offers his Queen a bow of Respect, and the same to his King, before returning his attention towards the combat down below. If one was keen on picking up on things, one could tell the paladin had something on his mind, as even though the man usual has a stern and unemotional look upon his face, he is actually deeply contemplating something at this very moment...
Satoshi's affectionate torment of the kensai's hair is ceased when she withdraws her hand and tucks it into the front of her coat to lie atop its useless kin in the best resemblance of crossed arms she can manage. "I'm quite aware of what's brewing out there. Quite." The word is stressed for emphasis and whiskers are given a delicate quiver to remind the revenant just how intimately his mate is bound to Frostmaw's lands and inhabitants living, dead, undead, and ethereal. Clipped tones aside, the foxkin pointedly fixes her attention on the bout unfolding in the arena, determined to find a source of entertainment from it--or at least to appear to do so, for the sake of the few Frost Giants present and cheering for random violence.
[Ignatius let his blade slide down his opponent's own weapon if only to force more of the recoil of the attack into his opponent rather than split it evenly between the two. Such would have likely thrown him off of his balance and left him open to an attack, which would have been terribly unfortunate for the undead knight. But the moment that Delain was separated from his weapon, Ignatius was moving again - refusing to give a moment's reprieve that his foe might be able to make use of. Ignatius' preference of making these meetings into dances had left the knight-captain uniquely versed in such twists and spins as what this elven warrior made use of, planting one foot as the other slid hard across the ground to keep the undead swordsman facing Delain. While the daggers were unavoidable, the damage was reduced greatly when Ignatius drew his arm up to let the metal plunge deep into his mortified flesh - a sudden twist of this arm is given to lock the metal between the gaps of his bones. As he yanked that arm down towards the ground in an attempt to remove those daggers from their wielder's clutches, Ignatius thrust his left foot forward to place it between his foe's legs. Another wide arc was delivered from that draconic weapon of his, a long upwards slash as he gave one more slide of the foot meant to knock the armored elf off balance.]
Kasyr allows a wry smile to cross his features, before he simply leans upwards, and places a small kiss onto Satoshis throat, "I will not be dour forever, je vous assure. I simply need to get a proper grasp on the various situations that are currently underway. Et..given my luck, it es quite likely that once I go to resolve -any- of the problems that are weighing upon my mind, I will find a lions share of Trouble et fun." It's with a shrug that the Revenant submits himself to silence once more, his attention drifting skyward.
[Delain took careful note of the proceedings following each move, how his opponent danced so fluidly, transitioning between stances and steps with an undefined grace he had yet seen in any race or swordsman. He was surprised to find his opponent so willing to allow his blades to sink into the rotting flesh. When however he couldn't budge them he backed away and let go, not expecting the counter attack to be so swift. His weakened legs wouldn't allow him to sustain many blows, Ignatius' mighty sword casting him off like a paperweight with the aid of his opponent's foot. It wasn't even a struggle to remain standing, instead he went straight down into a crash upon his already ruined wings. This did not discourage the fighter however as several small components flung themselves from their pouches. Shakily he gripped a wyvern scale, some of the snow, and then focused. His concentration left him vulnerable but hopefully not for long. A swift incantation and his hand was glowing with blue energy. Slamming his fist against the ground bolts of magic the same color dashed along the ground and bolted towards Ignatius. if left unchecked, the magic would weave itself in between the rot in his corpse, around his legs, between bones if any were exposed, otherwise shortly after the magic began to solidify as ice. The modified entanglement spell would keep going until his opponent was entirely enveloped in the icy claws of the spell or his concentration broke. Whichever came first. In the mean time he was entirely vulnerable, but if he succeeded then he would have the upperhand.]
Satoshi moodily picks at the black feather bracelet adorning her right wrist, trying not to let herself grin at the mention of 'trouble et fun'. She's supposed to be acting grumpy as payment for his grouchiness, dammit, and using that line is just cheating! Unfortunately, when you're married to an Empath, there is little in the way of moods visible or masked that doesn't get detected. Thankfully, she's spared between debating upon whether her dark mood is real or not, attention snagged by the call of icy magicks generating from the arena. "Nn?" Expression openly curious, the magus leans forward, eyes flicking over the entire scene rapidly in an attempt to absorb every detail of the spell and its user, even as the snows themselves deliver information to her in the form of the song only she and her elemental kin can interpret.
[Ignatius could not waste any time now, his body slowly being quickly literally overtaken by Delain's icy grip. He had little option but to keep moving and hope beyond hope that his motion would prevent the ice from successfully encasing the constantly shifting joints. In any case, there was the obvious need to finish this as quickly as possible for fear that his foe's gambit might prove unpleasantly successful. He was not too keen on the idea of being rendered a corpsey statue infront of the watching eyes of the people he was sworn to serve, after all. He did as much as he could to keep himself as close as possible to the man, his arms constantly moving to hold the encroaching ice at bay. This ceaseless movement was used to his full advantage however, each downward thrusting elbow serving to give his sword downward momentum in the form of cuts and slashes delivered towards the elf. His feet joined in this onslaught of activity with heavy stomps meant to distract and sudden kicks meant to slam against knees. All the while, Ignatius was laughing despite the situation. His face was a morbid display of joy. "Tu non sei terribile." He'd chant. "Certamente non il peggiore."]
Kasyr is abruptly dislodged from his lounging spot when Satoshi shifts in place- something which sends him flailing towards the floor. Really, the only thing that prevents an outright meeting of his face to the floor is manner in which he instinctively draws forth the sheathed katana that rested at his hip- jutting the item into the ground so as to effectively catch himself. From that particularily awkward position, the Kensai simply squirms back into his seat, before slumping back into a semblance of his lazy posture from before. The sword, in all its mundane glory, is simply strewn across his lap, in case of further shenanigans.
Satoshi leans back with a murmur of half-sung words, a nearly inaudible request to the frost beneath Ignatius and Delain's feet, asking it to take hold of pieces of the broken, conjured ice and bury it away. She'll collect it later, when the duo aren't in the process of cutting each other to ribbons. And later too she'll investigate the element and see if it doesn't hold any secrets unique to the one who called it forth. If she can make the vile Wraithen Ice speak to her--even if only in hateful snarls and reluctant, rare assistance--she's certain she can coax these shards into singing as well. But that can be dwelled on later, for now she has a match to watch and a husband to casually lean against in silent apology for nearly unseating him.
[Delain focused for as long and as hard as he could, but his opponent's will was stronger than his spell. It was a modification of his original and would need fine tuning, possibly stronger components but that was merely a distraction right now that he couldn't afford. His opponent then began the barrage of blows against his body, each wearing away his concentration to the point where the ice suddenly was no longer as solid as it could be. It was filing with air pockets which made it more brittle than anything. Easily it gave way to his opponent's movements and there was not much he could do but cover himself, allowing the blows to bounce off his armor and send bruising pain into his back and legs. The undead would not realize that also at the same time it was wearing down on his patience and he was in shifting forms right now. The armor got tighter, each blow sounding a bit less hollow as he grew to fit the armor as it should have been, even a bit tighter than was comfortable. More muscle, thicker skin, and a longer tail pressed out from his body, the wings spreading out in a valiant act of defiance against his perpetrator. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, heart rate rising and strength growing in violent bursts of power which he took advantage of quick enough. A roar was released the moment he swung onto his right side, his left arm bringing about his tower shield which now took the brunt of the blows. His right arm pushed him of onto a crouch where he got to a stand and charged behind his shield. A shove forward to knock his opponent off balance was attempted before a massive flex of his arm snapped one of the bands, the one at his upper shoulder under his armpit. The remaining band slid to his wrist and suddenly the sturdy defensive attachment turned whirling projection of doom. Most of the length of the shield projected outwards in front of him for one mighty swing, a final move to cleave him in half entirely as a final bout of strength and draconic wrath. "Die!" ]
Kasyr glances over at Satoshi, and provides her with a brief, though ever so warm smile. From there, he simply makes sure to settle up against her, albeit in a less haphazard manner than before, and proceeds to fall back into that contemplative train of thought that had engaged his mind before. There was alot he needed to take into account- and it was sometimes difficult to ignore the chaff; things like the petitions brought forth to him by politicians seeking reforms, nobles seeking to curry favour, and mages desiring grants for projects as varied as means of more efficient feeding, to pursue experiments and determine the exact effects of imbuing dark energy into individuals of vampiric descent, and even farfetched forays like the study of interspatial rifts, and the collapse of dimensional barriers. It was overwhelming, really, to try and sift through it all.
Satoshi's response to the smile is a lopsided one of her own and a brief tug on a calico ear before she's looking back at the arena floor and commenting, "Interesting back and forth, eh?" The sparse audience seems to think so, at least, being decidedly vocal with each strike made. Frostmaw never tires of combat.
Redovian turns to face his Queen and King, and offers a low bow in which he holds as he says. " Please enjoy the entertainment, but excuse me, I've..." A slight pause, before the paladin regains himself, sweat obvious upon his brow, and an almost scared look within his eyes that, before he forces his own emotions back under his control, and reassumes his usual stoic expression. " I have an important matter to attend to, please, excuse me."
Satoshi said to Redovian, "Be well, then, Cyrisling."
[Ignatius began backpedaling, his arms and legs pumping constantly as he worked to both move himself away from this furious charge that his opponent was now making as well as keep that ice from forming entirely over his joints. The stiffness had been setting in despite his best efforts to prevent that and it was beginning to wear thin on the undead knight's patience. He so hated when people used magic against him. He could not run in circles while the draconian gave chase though, his own patience currently much shorter than the stamina that his opponent's sort were known for having. So He would stop suddenly with sword dangling limply at his side and await Delain to close in on him just close enough for his next move to work. "Va bene. Cerchiamo di fare questo..." He growled as he prepared to unleash the full force of his dragon sword's power - the furious stopping force of the deep dragon that it had been made from. Sword met shield with a resounding boom as Ignatius sent bone careening against metal, slamming the blunted edge of his weapon against the hard flat surface of Delain's shield. In all likelihood, it would not send the draconian flying but it would certainly be enough to stop the rampaging creature in its tracks.]
Redovian walks out of the stadium, an dark look upon the paladin's face...
Kasyr grimaces. So many people were gloomy, today- himself included.
Satoshi gives the side of Kasyr's face an earnest poke with one of her claws when she spots the grimace, her own half-pouted expression clearly saying, "I don't like that look."
Kasyr lightly chomps Satoshis finger, "It es curious to see Redovian appear so concerned. I was curious as to what set his mood askew. Alas, peut-etre it was our less than cheer inspiring conversation."
Satoshi retrieves her hand from the feral revenant and inspects it closely. After a moment, she adopts a mock frown and leans suddenly closer to Kasyr so that her whiskers are mere inches from his nose. "That hurt. Kiss it better," she declares in all the glorious, pouting tones of a petulant child.
Satoshi is a shameless creature and does as she damn well pleases even in the public eye. Rawr.
Winner:Ignatius
Ignatius paused for just a short moment when the dust of their impact finally settled to reveal the two standing there with his sword holding steady upon the other's shield. He had enjoyed this fight but it was time to end it and show the observing crowd just why he was called The Sword of The North. He would suddenly push himself forward against the draconian's shield, his draconic blade falling to touch its tip on the hard frozen ground below foot as he rolled himself off of that shield towards Delain's side. His weapon dragged behind him for just a moment before the undead knight brought it chopping up towards his foe's leg, drawing upon the weapon's mystical property to blow that leg out from underneath the draconian. This would no doubt send the armored creature crashing to the ground where Ignatius could easily place foot upon back and sword upon neck - a threat of a killing blow lest this man decided that enough was not, in fact, enough. "Ben fatto, straniero" He commented softly before turning his head to look upon the audience, his queen specifically. "I might suggest letting me keep this one, neve regina."
Kasyr becomes acutely aware of Ignatius addressing Satoshi, and simply takes that moment to offer a second nip to his Ladyships hand. From there, he simply captures it between both his hands, and grants the desired kiss, " Ma belle reine- leadership comes to you so easily."
Satoshi observes the end of the match with an unreadable expression, save for the faintest flicker of a smile at Kasyr's gesture and comment, and regards Ignatius silently a moment. After a pause however, she nods to acknowledgement of his victory, a second following for Delain. "I suppose I should have forewarned you about some of our customs last time, Dragonkin. -This- is how we say hello in Frostmaw. You're not too bad at giving greetings yourself, I already know." Ignatius is given another look here, one of mischief and amusement. "You should see how well he dances with wyverns~."
Ignatius would soon enough relent from his victorious pose of foot planted upon the back of fallen beast. It was probably for the best that he not take too much of the draconian's dignity. And so with that in mind, the knight-captain stepped away from Delain and eased his sword back into its sheath. "You are now... how you say, one of us, no?" He laughed as he gave an extravagantly flourished bow. "I am called Ignatius, knight-captain of Frostmaw and The Sword of The North."
Satoshi reclines back into her seat, composed with a fair bit more regality than before now that she's garnered the attention of more than her impish husband. If Ignatius is going to act properly, she might as well fall into her proper role as well.
Delain stands up, nodding to the Cryomancer Satoshi. "Sorry... Ignatius. But I am not one of anyone. I make my own choices, and you attacked me. You think that by beating me you suddenly dictate my life? I wander, you don't stop me." he gripped his helm and tucked it in the crook of his elbow, the familiar Eladrin features apparent once more, however the tail and wings ever remaining. He didn't look at Ignatius even once, instead picked up his sabre, bound it to his waist and began walking back out. "It was.. a good exercise." In moments he was already on his way, albeit struggling heavily just because of all the dents in his armor and the bruises on his body making him wince with every pull and lax of his muscles.
Ignatius offered a half-hearted salute by touching his fingertips to the brim of his hat. The lad was free to make his own choices, indeed. "Certamente, but I will be here if you change that mind of yours." He was in too good of a mood from that fight to find anything about his former foe's mannerisms as rude.
Satoshi raps her claws in a thoughtful tattoo on the arm of her chair as she watches Delain depart. "I don't suppose the North is meant to suit them all... But at least he can bite back."
Delain said to Satoshi, "It has nothing to do with the climate.. It isn't my lifestyle."
Delain said to Ignatius, "If 'she' wanted me here.. It'd be a different story.. "
Kasyr is still lounging across both his and Satoshis seat. After all, King-Consort is mostly a title, as far as anything is really concerned- which leaves him to do as he pleases, relatively.
Ignatius goes on his merry way as well. Things to do, people to see and all that.
Satoshi offers Delain a vulpine wink. "The North -is- a lifestyle~."
Delain said to Satoshi, "Perhaps for you.. For me.. It is merely a place. But I doubt after failure I am much use here."
Kasyr yawns, and stretches out, a motion that is made especially pronounced by the flouncing of his trenchcoat in every which direction, and the spastic manner in which that Calico cat ears of his crop up from amidst his mussed up hair. After a brief moment of wriggling, he promptly shuffles in place, "You're talking like people don't ever fail. Hell. Stick around awhile. Maybe you'll get to witness a god fail. It wouldn't be the first time, either. There's been a couple divine disorders, et quoi ce soit, in this land." ...Leave it to the Vampiric Kensai, who also doubles as Daedrias chosen 'paladin' (Read: Killer of heretics) to classily blaspheme.
Satoshi rises to her feet in a single fluid motion, her tails cascading down around her in a mimicry of her long hair settling from the movement. That lopsided, amused expression still is on her face for the draconian even as she extends her hand out to Kasyr in silent invitation. "That is for you to decide, Scale-catcher. The North is not for all, few can survive it, and fewer still know how to thrive in it." Cue eavesdropping frost giants rumbling their agreement and pride. "Your being able to take a bite from it, -and- bite back, is to your credit."
Delain said to Satoshi, "Hmm... Alright I'll bite.. I'll live here if that is what you mean.. But I still need to find the lab in which I will create."
Kasyr casually rolls off from his seat and lands in a partially stooped posture, his left hand snaking out with a celerity that is absurdly, and obviously, supernatural in nature- catching the sheathed katana that had been laying upon his lap after he had inadvertantly sent it skittering into the air. From there, he simply recovers to a stand position, and neatly takes the vulpines hand into his own, "I take it we're departing?"
Satoshi said to Kasyr, "If I can convince you to join me in a hunt, -before- the sky falls as you were hoping. That is," she trails off to look toward Delain once more, nodding, "after I bid you a welcome, if that's your choice then~. And I suppose a farewell for the evening, eh?"
Delain said to Satoshi, "It is my choice.."
Satoshi said to Delain, "Then consider yourself properly welcomed. Frostmaw-style~."
Kasyr gives Satoshi an exasperated look, before he finally tosses his sword bearing arm up in sign of submission, "Fine. We'll go kill something, enfin. Maybe we'll find something worthwhile to make a sword out of." Doubtful. Oh. So. Doubtful.
Delain said to Satoshi, "Perhaps.. I will have to show you some of my ancestral Eladrin ways..."
Satoshi mirrors Kasyr's exasperated look, hand slipping from his to reach for the frigid blade at her hip. Detaching Ko'tar, she shoves it and its metal sheathe toward the kensai with a hasty, "Here. At least if you break it, it'll come back. Until we can find something more suitable, and... willing to fight." With that, fox ears are twitched and turned toward Delain, a look of arched brows present on her face, "Perhaps, perhaps. But that will have to wait another evening, not when I finally got him," a jerk of the head toward Kasyr, "to agree to an outing."
Kasyr takes one good look at the sword in his hands, and then at Ko'tar, before he promptly settles the extraneous blade back along his hip, and accepts the new weapon. With an altogether ecstatic expression, the Revenant simply slings the sheathed blade over his shoulder- if only so he can start tapping out a rythym. "Well- I have no complaints here. So. On y va."
Satoshi can't help adding in hushed, almost anxious tones, "Please don't make it kill unless it has to. You know how it hates that." And then, realizing she sounds like a worried mother hen, hastily adds, "Because I don't want to have to listen to it complaining for weeks on end about the blood and pain, blah, blah, blah~."