Mini Event called to be bold
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#1
Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Striving to get the militia up and running, or at least interesting, intriguing, and riveting to those who’d once been forced into the threshold – now a voluntary basis – had been a bit of a hit or miss. While Deimos’ recruitments had encompassed and ensnared several newfound members or willing compatriots, others, especially recalling, remembering, their initial meeting when he was first made General, had ensued a worrisome assemblage. Not only because of a lack of numbers, but a lack of interest in defending a kingdom. The threat of LongNight, of Zariah, or anything else lingering outside portal walls, should’ve held some sort of instigating faction into protection or fortifications. So Loren and himself had taken up preparations for LongNight (whether or not one could consider that successful likely depended on where they were and how they all survived), built up the barracks, unveiled a training grounds –

And now, they would strive to put on a show, entertainment for the masses. Much like the Fae had been enthralled in their Greatwood guardian tournament, they would hold a skirmish, a spar, a call and spur to action.

Deimos had already widened the area around the militia’s stall, lining up a perimeter within its sanction to ensure an audience viewing area, and a safe, makeshift arena for those dueling. The boundaries and borders were flanked with various décor, the kiosk unfolded with targets, with the catapult resting nearby – all serving to entice, to inveigle, to try and instigate intrigue into ramparts, into barricades, into strengthening themselves.

He strode forward, due to be a participant, but also a figure who would instigate and ensure things moved along, attempting to drum up attention and curiosity. “Welcome,” a loud, booming voice, no longer so tucked away and hidden. “The militia would like to present you with a demonstration of strength, precision, and cunning. Please take a seat, and enjoy the show.” Maybe, after the world watched, they’d be fervent, they’d be willing, to broaden their horizons too. Then the Sword stepped away, off to one side of the perimeter. When they were ready, they could begin.

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You’re welcome to come to the militia inspired mini-event: watching an exhibition between Deimos and Loren!

If you want to watch, have your character post at any time. Feel free to mingle amongst yourselves, make comments, cheer on the competitors, or wander around the militia kiosk too (there’s weapons/targets to try out!)
DEIMOS
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whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Somehow, Loren found the time to both plan and participate in this exhibition match. Although he was always happy to stretch his magical and martial capabilities, he wasn’t sure how he felt about showing them off in front of all these people. Too late now, though. Grinning a bit sheepishly at the crowd, he waited for Deimos to finish speaking.

Given that the General had flattened the summoner in their last match, he wasn’t eager to get started. Besides, he figured he should let the word spread first. So he simply walked a few paces from the other man, then turned to face Deimos. Loren’s arms were held easily at his sides, and he’d swapped his fancy clothes for form-fitting black ones that were nevertheless easy to move in. While he could’ve brought a whole plethora of fun toys to play with, he’d decided against it.
what goes, let go
LOREN
Jigano Silversmith
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Though he wasn't necessarily an official member of the militia, he had told Deimos of his willingness to help out as a medic and support role. And besides, after all the time they'd spent together recently, the bard couldn't not show up to support his friends in their martial endeavors! So he pulled the curtain on the Loreseeker both for a little while and headed for the militia stall, keen eyes peeled for the catapult as he took up a position front and center at the edge of the ring, arms crossed and grinning broadly at the two men: one a warrior down to his very bones, the other...

Well.

Loren made a wonderful Loreseeker.

He settled into a comfortable stance to watch, knowing that between Loren's magic and Deimos's skills in warfare this would be a good show to be here for, no matter who won.

But his money was on Deimos, if money had any meaning here.
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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Not quite a Coliseum match, not quite a feat amongst themselves either – a brow arched towards those waiting to witness nearby, about as poor interest as last cultivated (which shouldn’t have felt so damning – but there it was, in his flesh and blood, disappointment hovering and harpooning there). But they’d waited long enough, and though he wasn’t much of an entertainer, the beast was willing to put on a good show: a display of prowess, of might and strength, amongst those prepared to put themselves on the front lines for these inhabitants. Even if it didn’t matter to them.

An intake of breath, and he was the hardened beast again, collected, cultivated, and carved from the leagues of battlefields and the scorched particles of earth, where men fell and perished and turned to ash and stone, where mettle was tested, where grit was unparalleled, where he’d forged and sculpted on his own terms. “Swords first?” He inquired towards Loren, a nod given and granted, before grabbing hold of two from the stands, and shields for both, handing them over to the summoner. Might as well showcase a myriad of options: from weaponry and munitions, to magic, to attuned capabilities. Then he withdrew several paces back, another bob of his head indicating he was going to start.

A seditious wave of calm composure drew over his form – a basking interval of contorted presence before the storm, experience, fortitude, and strength in the manifested depths of his malicious brutality. Then he maneuvered, much like a cat, forward and fast, shield drawn along his arm, intending to slash his blade towards Loren’s left shoulder; intrigued to see how he’d defend.
DEIMOS
Remi Taliesin
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yes other hearts were broken & other dreams ran dry
but our golden ones sail on and on
"Interesting match up." The alchemist murmured, taking a spot next to Jigano. Aoife cooed a bright hello to the bard, before reaching out with sticky fingers to try and grab at his luxurious hair. Offering Jigano an apologetic chuckle, Remi instead devoured the girl's fingers and sending her into a fit of cackles.

Watching as the two men drew their swords, Remi couldn't help but wince slightly. Loren had magic yes, but Deimos did as well. And the Reaper that was, was a soldier and warrior through and through. Loren of course had an edge all his own, but...
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whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren hesitated for a long moment at Deimos’s question, before nodding. Gingerly taking the sword and shield, the summoner settled into his best stance, which was, well, not great. Still, he gamely faced the General. As the other man’s sword swung towards the Launceleyn’s left shoulder, he attempted to maneuver his shield into its path in time.

And totally, completely failed: Deimos’ blade slammed into Loren’s shoulder with a sickening pop. His vision whited out for a moment, and in some distant corner of his mind he identified the injury as a dislocation. However, his body, honed his whole life, still sprang into motion; although his shield dropped to the ground and his left arm hung uselessly, he slashed with from his left to his right (the other man's right to left), trying to score a hit across the General’s chest.
what goes, let go
LOREN
Jigano Silversmith
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"Loren tried to get me to take his place," he confided back to Remi as swords were drawn. "But I'm not that brave!" He grinned, winking to show he was having fun. There was quite a lot of truth in that joke, after all; every time he'd trained with the General he'd lost. Aoife's grasping hands were thankfully captured before they could do much damage to the elaborate braids Rory had woven into his hair that morning, but in the spirit of the festival he grinned back at her - and as soon as her fingers were free he offered her one of the candies he'd stolen liberated from the Riddle Game prize box instead.

He turned back to see Deimos's hit strike Loren, and winced. Even with the Launceleyn's healing magic that had to hurt, but Loren displayed his inner honey badger by going on the offensive and Jigano raised his voice to cheer for the underdog. "C'mon Loren! You've got this!" He... probably didn't, truth be told, but sometimes Lady Luck smiled on the bold!
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gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
Perhaps a bit wary in the sunlight, Rexanna brings her parasol, ensuring any of the light from the day can’t get to her despite growing stronger (because if she didn’t remember to bring her parasol, heather might do a murder). But it appears as though it’s already started, seeing and hearing the clash of the sword against the summoner’s shoulder. Smirking slightly as she comes to stand beside both Remi and Jigano, she nods to Jigano with a light smile before turning her attention to the Alchemist – batting emerald eyes at him in quiet greeting of her own.

My money’s on Deimos.” She comments with a slight smirk, shifting the parasol and her hood just enough to not move the gilded flower crown she wears, turning her attention back to the sparring match, she can’t help but to keep that entertained smile along her face.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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He didn’t focus on the onlookers, on the growing crowd, on the cries or discussions. Instead, sharp, calculating eyes didn’t miss the slightest hesitation along Loren’s features before grabbing hold of the blade – and the beast was content that they were using the wooden, training swords, instead of harsh metal, instead of lacerated, serrated edges, instead of the grueling, unwinding, unfurling disaster of steel meeting flesh and bone. Thereafter though, it almost didn’t seem to matter, the ministrations, the movements, the maneuvers still just as malicious in their fissures.

Were they on a real battlefield, the pop resounding from Loren’s shoulder wouldn’t have given him any pause at all; it would’ve just been a moment of continued menace, ushering forward into the onslaught, into the terror, preying upon the weakness in his form until there was nothing left – blood for blood, disaster for disaster, kingdoms and crowns on the line in the swoop of their swords, in the diligence of their annihilation.

Except it wasn’t – only a show, only proof of their abilities. And as he stared upon the summoner’s useless arm, he only arched a brow, all right? segmenting through accustomed attuned natures, pondering if they should already cease, or why the fellow mage wasn’t healing already. It’s what he’d always done. If Loren wanted it to end, he’d need only say the word.

No time to ponder further – raising his shield in front of his chest on instinctive, inherent habit, a rush of war frames, machinations, and munitions battering over his mind, the circular, guardian tactic caught Loren’s, another blistering echo. In response, Deimos lowered it, lifting his blade to reach across the void, slashing upwards, aiming to notch a hit against ribs or chest.
DEIMOS
the Firebrand
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whatever comes, let it come
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Loren’s stumbling slash completely failed to connect, to the surprise of no one. However, in perhaps the biggest surprise of the match so far (which wasn’t saying much), the summoner’s stumbling about caused Deimos’ own counter strike to fall just short of its mark. Dislocated shoulder. Can’t heal until it’s back in place. Despite the pain, the Launceleyn wasn’t going to let the General recover that easily from his mistake.

So, perhaps recklessly, he pressed the attack. Loren let out a cry of half-pain, half-fury. "I can hear you betting against me!" It came out in a snarl. He swung his blade overhand towards the other man's right shoulder with as much might as the summoner could muster (again, not much). All the while, he tried to fend off the pain radiating from his shoulder down his arm and through the rest of his body.
what goes, let go
LOREN
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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Missed; fine in that regard, nearly equal footing of movement or technique, only an amused snort pulsing through – listening to notions of dislocated shoulders. He considered asking for the summoner to tell him when he’d had enough, but perhaps that was unnecessary – they’d followed through on these motions before, and Loren pressed anyway.

His attention riveted back to their diversions and tactics, raising his shield again, Loren’s blade catching over its sanction, but not enough – sliding and slipping down the boundaries and along his right shoulder. The muscles and bone layered within radiated a sharpening ache, but he kept the snarl of pain inwards, only rolling the shoulder in a definitive measure, attempting to gauge how much damage was truly contained. Perhaps a deep bruise, to be tended by Zuriel later.

More of a show? He instigated, amusement rolling through the connection, despite both now smarting – fair and foul – before altering his form entirely.

Except the one he clambered and touched upon was quite foreign – not the feral tiger, not the noble eagle, but a bristling, massive bear. Were he still in his human form, there might’ve been a lot of stunned blinking, bewilderment, and confusion – here though, in front of an audience, he maneuvered forward, snarling, sneering, mouthful of teeth brazen and audacious. The beast lifted one paw, his good shoulder not bothered in the least (though now he leaned more heavily on the bruised one, still smarting), intending to swipe in the direction of whatever form Loren managed to take.
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Loren didn’t even get a chance to respond before Deimos shifted. This time, it wasn’t the form of a tiger or an eagle, but that of a bear. It was enough of a shock that between that and the pain, the summoner was slow to react. In fact, he didn’t even shift, not realizing this was the next stage of the exhibition.

So the grizzly’s paw smashed into the Launceleyn’s uninjured shoulder with another sickening crack, this time of breaking bone.

It was enough to drive him to the floor. In fact, he might’ve blacked out for a moment, or at lest greyed out. When he came to, he found himself staring at the sky above. Might be time for an intermission. His mental voice was a little giddy, a sure sign that he was going into shock. Jigano? Mind coming to pop my shoulders back into place? Honestly, the summoner wasn’t sure if he’d broadcast that thought to just the bard, or to every Attuned in attendance. Probably the latter.

Then Loren fell unconscious entirely.
what goes, let go
LOREN
Jigano Silversmith
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Jigano gave Rex a small wave and a smile, though he kept most of his attention on the bout going on in front of them, and the fierce display of martial prowess from their local militia. "I'll bet on Loren," he offered gallantly. "A flowercrown, shall we say?" He could hardly bet against his own guildmember, even if Deimos was far more likely to win the bout.

And then he winced as Loren's attack missed - though surprisingly, Deimos's did, too. Loren was quick to recover and He cheered as his fellow Loreseeker got a hit in, however minor in comparison. A quick glance showed Deimos shaking it off far more easily, either because of greater sturdiness or simply a lighter blow, and Jigano drew in a sharp breath as the General literally shook it off - armor, weapons, and all, growing fur and muscles to match. He couldn't help but whistle in admiration of the new shape, raw power on display in a way that Loren was in no shape to match.

The crack was horribly audible in the sudden hush, and the Provost was already moving before Loren called his name, hopping the rope and waving to Deimos so as not to startle the big (gods most fortunate, he was fucking huge) bear by coming up in a blind spot. "I'll get him set to rights," he called reassuringly to both hybrids, hurrying to Loren's side.

Magic sang in the threads of gold that vibrated in his soul, eager and warm to put to rights that which was broken. He let it flow to his palms as he knelt beside the Launceleyn, touching his arm gently. "A good show, Loren. Now, exhale for me on three... two... one..." He pushed Healing magic into his friend even as he braced the shoulder and rolled the arm back into place with a pop more heard than felt, trying to mitigate the pain even as threads of gold danced through the dislocated shoulder, knitting torn and bruised flesh back together on their way to the other side. He shifted to follow, eyes half-closed as he focused on the song of his magic and what it told him of the injuries remaining. "And, one more time. Exhale on three... two... one..." Not a push this time but a pull as he drew the broken halves of Loren's collarbone back into alignment, magic continuing to sing through the honeybadger man to knit and pull broken pieces back into one solid, healthy whole.
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gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
Oh, what a show this has become. She can’t hear anything that goes on through Attuned bonds, but she watches in surprise as soon as Deimos shifts into the bear and swipes at Loren – a crack loud enough that it resounds in her ears. As soon as Jigano moves to help Loren, Rexanna also moves, the parasol remaining over her shoulder as she avoids the sunlight, approaching Deimos’ bear form with a bright fanged smile.

This is new?” She asks with a raise of her dark brow, a look given to him as though they needed to talk later about his shifts and fancy new prowess that he’s acquired, before she turns to look to where Jigano works on Loren and she approaches them next. “I can check and see if there’s any remaining broken bones.” She says, mostly for Jigano and Loren as she focuses on them, waiting to see if there might be some assistance needed.

Regardless, she activates her eyes anyway to scan Loren’s body, watching Jigano piece back the broken collarbones. All that’s changed in her stature is her stillness, and the vibrant golden green light that glows from her eyes, swallowing her pupils and the whites of her eyes to envelope her eyes in that bright gilt light as she scans him.
you'd even bleed preciously
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