Heaven's Spire

   Robin's eyes widened upon seeing the gauntlet react poorly to the shot- while they certainly meant to paralyze Kyana, they hadn't intended it to put her through much pain. For a moment, they were worried that perhaps they tampered with the mechanics of her weapon, and may have caused something much more serious when-



   ...Huh?

   The bubbly, energetic girl who wore a smile that stretched for ten miles seemed to have fallen off a cliff somewhere, and was now replaced by a fuming, rage-fueled, anger-driven woman who was an inches away from wringing their neck. Her eyes tore into their being as her eyebrows furrowed tightly, she was pissed, that much had been evident. So much so, that her personality took a whole 360 degree turn for the worse. Just as she declared her quest for revenge, she aimed another bolt straight towards them with immense intensity. Robin scrambled to roll so that their back faced the shock, hoping that their lodestone would absorb it. However, the charge had been much too unstable, and while their lodestone had partially been able to deter it, their body convulsed upon receiving the rest.

  Their nerves stung horrendously for a moment, and they sat still for about a minute after receiving the blow. For awhile, it had been silent, almost serene as the stillness took over- until Robin opened their mouth.

   "Just what is UP with you?" They beamed back, clearly upset, "Are you TRYING to kill me? I thought we were just sparring! Your arm should be fine, but if I hadn't rolled over, that could have been worse for me!" Their head rested back onto the plain, "Whatever, I don't care. You win," Robin sighed under their breath. How long was it going to take them to get back up this time? They bent one knee, as to draw their leg closer to them as one hand strayed to the metal bracer cupped around their calf. They sat up, and brought their mask closer, as to inspect it. It was hard to see, but they appeared to be fidgeting with it in some regard before moving onto the next one. 

   Robin performed such tasks in silence, not really sure what else to say to the girl as they did so. Her lid popped off in a matter of seconds, and they weren't about to contribute to the boiling pot any further. The bracers made an audible, low buzz before growing silent, and Robin slowly got back onto their feet, wobbling as they did so. As their eyes peered around the field, they could spot Freyja preoccupied with another combatant. If she was busy, then what was Robin to do while waiting? 

   ...They scratched the back of their head, obviously feeling a bit awkward as they were at a loss of words with Kyana. She was mellow before, but not so much anymore. Uldrix was in the distance with a bladed warrior and ponytail man, though Robin wasn't sure whether or not they wanted to insert themselves in their conversation. In the end, they brought their pack to their front, as their hands shuffled through it with audible clinks and clanks of tools swinging into one another, before pulling out their old scrap metal of a radio once more.

   Still, it was undecided whether or not to turn it on with Kyana still there. Had she liked music? Or would she try to crush their radio as well? They stood in silence.

   Guh, how awkward. 

Illia saw the wind ball and put her plan on action. Illia jumped high in the air avoiding the wind ball the last moment. "Whew, that was close... if that specific wind ball had hit me, it would propably be able to damage me" she thought to herself as she was still on air. When Illia began to fall, she formed some sort of spiral with four of her legs infront of herself just like she did last time, only that that time, there was no electricity. She was falling with a great speed and she directed her attack to Monaiya.

    As Rory hit the ground, she bent her knee and took a moment to brace herself through the impact, putting her arms up protectively over the back of her head and neck. "Phew, swift dodging!" she shouted, stumbling forward for a moment, the ground having buckled a bit under the foot that absorbed the most force. She stayed low to the ground before spreading her wings and propelling herself back into the air, hoping she could get high enough before Vera could nab her again with the claws.

Freyja heard a new warrior had joined the field, but was a tad disappointed to find yet another child. This truly WILL be babysitting... "You've come to the right place, boy!! This is the search party! The name's Freyja Hlin, and I'll be leading the expedition! I'm a bit busy at the moment, teaching this girl some humility, but I'll be with you in a few moments! This battle shouldn't take more than 5 minutes!" She chuckled. She turned back to Spica to see the girl had already launched her first attack.

She was nearly taken off guard by the spears lunging towards her, one barely missing the woman's head. It was clear Spica was taking this battle very seriously. Freyja jumped, almost rhythmically, through the spears aimed at her, dodging all of them except one. The last spear aimed at the woman was soaring through the air, about to jab her when Freyja caught it. With the momentum the spear had gathered, she spun around and chucked the spear as hard as she could straight towards the barrier Spica had formed. Freyja was quick to follow behind, knowing the spear would likely not be enough to break the crystal wall, and planned to use her fist instead, once the spear landed.

Pumilus was very pleased with this. He quite liked how his opponent was opposed to fighting. He hoped to be able to fight their enemies by his side when the time came, for seeing his actions convinced him that Sparrow wouldn't use lethal force against them.

Pumilus was however now at a loss on what to do next. He used his ice, his water, escaping abilities, and more. He couldn't think of anything else to show their leader, though he didn't know if she was watching or not.

"Do you have any other tricks? You may demonstrate."

"Murm Lumi." Uldrix repeated the name as he had with others and committed it to memory as he listened to Murm speak. Mentioning that he had never interacted with another Avenaudi only strengthened what little Uldrix knew of his own people---they were reclusive and terrible, and it was likely an oddity that he was speaking to another species outside his own at all. He tried to take this as an act of defiance against those who has tried to kill him in his first moments of life and later on when he tried to regroup with them. He would not be like them. He would do everything he could to avoid it. "Then perhaps they should learn to fight against that nature." He said, a bit of determination in his voice even though the statement seemed hypocritical coming from him. "Many creatures are born with both nature and consciousness. There must be...a choice." He rested his head back down, trying to convince himself. Watching Robin and his suddenly aggressive opponent fight, however, certainly wasn't helping his argument, even after things settled down. He sighed and rolled onto his back, letting the warmth of the sun heat his stomach. "There must be." He whispered again, not particularly speaking at Murm anymore.

Spica flinched as Freyja's fist closed in but the flick startled her more than anything else. Her hat was tipped off and she scrambled to place it back on firmly.
'What was that for!' she yelled, her ears flushed red. She had to get it together, yet she couldn't. Her earlier composure was no longer.

'What did I do wrong? Please enlighten me!' Spica was clearly embarrassed at this point, partially out of humiliation.