[MaraTwasHere]

That night came through as it always had. Dinner from mum, a lecture from her father over dinner before he moved on to tell about his ‘great old’ war stories that actually only happened a few months ago. Blaise stirred what was on her plate, elbow propped up to support her chin as her mind raced with thoughts like a wild fire. Hybrid, huh? She thought distractedly from one of her favorite tales of her father. The red haired girl just couldn’t quite focus on the story she knew by heart, of a cold fish being killed by her father nobly. “Blaise are you even listening to me after you requested the tale?” He interrupted her thoughts, jaw clenched showing his annoyance with her. She rose her head up, blinking rapidly. “Sorry, dad. Its just I feel a bit light-headed…could I step out?” She wrung her hands in a napkin, the thought of the fire-cold-kin so mysterious it made her sick with impatient thoughts. “If you feel the need to.” Her mother answered for her looking a bit worried of her daughter’s health. As the daughter of a general, it was their job to make sure their little soldier grew up healthy. Somehow that made Blaise sick, too, and she left the table to grab Pyralis and step out into the night air. Breathing in thickly, she let her aura leak out, weaving delicately through the forest like prying fingers. Hybrid, oh hybrid, where could you be? She thought, furrowing a brow.

[Kit Apparently]

Eni sensed those searching for her, and decided to focus on the nearer of the two. She let ice form over her shoulders, shaping it into wings and dashing through the door before taking off, landing  in front of the firekin.

“You are all out in full force today, aren’t you?” she said, although the sun was nearly set. “What do you want.”

[WRAITH]

Gekido sensed another firekin then felt the sudden urge to tell Eni he went looking for her couldn’t find her so he went looking for the firekin himself he finds the firekin and also Eni “there you are … Who’s this weirdo?” he says gesturing towards the other firekin with his sword glowing red

[MaraTwasHere]

Blaise cleared her throat, her blazing eyes like coals of fire. “Well, I suppose I’ve gotten what I’ve want–a validation you are real.” She tilted her head, dismissing the other firekin as this Hybrid was much more in need of her attention. Pyralis, on the other hand, proudly let his flames flicker around his handle from his sheath, giving the other blade warning. “So, was it really that wise of you to seek me out in a land where many firekin reside, which most hate any kind of Cold one?” She asked, more generally curious if this women was arrogant or just oblivious to it.

[Kit Apparently]

Eni smiled serenely. “I think you will find me more than capable of handling myself.” She stepped forward and the air dropped in temperature.

[MaraTwasHere]

Blaise’s expression didn’t change at the cold pressing into her sides, trying to weave its way past her flesh and nestle with her bones. Her own temperature instead steadily rose keeping the chills at bay. Her feet slid from their uneven relaxed position into one that held her weight evenly, and her spine straightened to her full height. “I do hope you’re right about that, hybrid,” She smiled a bit sharply at this word-play but inwardly dreaded it. There were too many reasons why she wasn’t the politician her mother would have much rather her be. A wordsmith she was not, but the need for information with such a situation was most important whether the hybrid stuck first or not all Blaize had to do is keep her talking for a while. “Am I right? You are a Hybrid? Probably something the Cold-Ones cooked up.” She snorted, letting a shoulder droop to feign laziness. She took a step forward, her red-gold eyes having a natural glare back at the hybrid with the far too similar ones. Part of her, her inner flame, felt the security of those eyes. They resembled her people. The other part wound her up like a yo-yo and made her as tense as she would be with any other undefined person or enemy.

[Kit Apparently]

Eni remained motionless after her initial steps, although the temperature continued dropping. “You would like to think that,” she said, watching the Firekin with an analytical eye. “But no. Interesting sword you have there,” she continued, gesturing lazily with one hand. Her stance remained relaxed, like she was unaware of the apparent danger she was in.

[MaraTwasHere]

“Pyralis. Heirloom of my family you could say.” Blaise murmured, patting the sword who’s flames didn’t eat her alive more so caressed her fingers. She didn’t take her eyes off the Hybrid, however, and her breath came out white with faint traces of glittering sparks as her inner tempature battled with the dropping climate outside. “So. Are you supposed to be chilled wherever you go? I feel an ice box would be much more fitting for your little minion to drag you around.” She jerked her chin to the silent firekin, “Or are you posing a threat?”

[Kit Apparently]

Eni gazed at the firekin girl a little longer. “Meh. It isn’t really a threat… more like a battle tactic, really.” Ice shot up around the girl, aiming to knock the sword out of her hands. At the same time, fiery wings appeared at her back. “I think I will collect you now.”

[MaraTwasHere]

Stance ready, she peeled her sword out from where it lie semi-dorminant in her shieth, avoiding the soikes of ice that pursued her arm. One, two, three steps back and she thinly missed getting hit, her eyes squinting at the sight of brightly golden wings unfolding from the girl. Firekin, cold-one, mutant. Bad. Bad. “Collect me?” She smirked, twirling the blade by its handle in a full circle giving off a clear ring of blazing fire. Pyralis hummed happily with adrenaline. “I don’t think that’ll be nessicary.” Her flames clawed out not only to defend her from the ice, but if not avoided correctly burn her opposer. Not that she expected them, somehwhat Firekin, to fall for a cheap trick of offense and defense.

 

[Tom Blanc]

Xander was going away to his own berth within the complex when he heard shouting outside. Carefully avoiding detection, he melded into his surrounding to see what was going on. One could see him if they strained their eyes. He formed an invisible tendril of solid ice in case things went hot.

[Kit Apparently]

Eni laughed out loud when she saw the attempt, creating a flaming ice sword that defied logic simply by existing. She leapt forward, on the attack, and clashed blades with the firekin.

[MaraTwasHere]

She let her blade clash with the mutant, a sharp, hot breath escaping her lips making them cracked and dry within the puff out. Pyralis, please hold yourself together. She thought to the blade though she knew even their connection wasn’t deep enough for telepathy yet. Pyralis shook under the other blade, probably being over loaded by the way fire and ice danced together. He began to make a wailing noise that ripped through the air like some sort of siren. Blaize had never heard hims sound like that, she didn’t know it was possible. Could swords feel pain? Either way she gave a sharp kick toward the hybrid’s feet, her foot sparking the air and igniting it with flames. Fluidly to help knock the girl off her balance she pushed her sword to the limit, pressing against the white haired girl, testing her arm strength.

[Kit Apparently]

Eni’s mouth split into a fierce grin and she pushed back, though she allowed her feet slide back in the dirt some to avoid the firekin girl’s kick. She let the blade melt away, sending Pyralis flying towards her, choosing to freeze the air in front of her and send spikes of ice shooting upward from under the poor girl’s feet.

[MaraTwasHere]

The foot kicking out snagged between a cavern of two shards of ice, her other foot, once holding her firm, slid across the frosty ground causing her to fall backward into the upcoming shards. Surprise fought against anger in her eyes as she went down, arms flailing as her thigh was staked with one of the shards, blood seeping onto the ice flickered to fire as she bled on her descent down. Pyralis had stopped its wailing, and was still angeled and flying toward the hybrid as a saber of gold light; fire. It wasn’t really much of an attack though without its owner wielding it, so Blaize made no mind of that as she finally halted awkwardly, the still free foot finding some part of dry solid ground. But with the other still wedged between ice and her being staked in several places on her back and legs she sat for a moment to let herself breathe, let the pain wash over her.