M_Cowher

Damon Cindy locked eyes with Damon. She looked like a scared animal, Damon realized for the first time that her lumen was actually pulling her. It was a rather strange sight when he actually thought of it. The phantom limbs pulling Cindy and Marius simultaneously. 'There is probably a lot I don't know about this girl's powers.' There was no immediate danger so Damon no longer felt that he needed his sword out, so he sheathed it. He then tried to rouse the terrified girl to her senses. "Are you okay? You look terrified." He said awkwardly, but then began with determination. "We nee

Damon Marius knocked into Cindy beside him, almost hitting him as well if he didn't dodge out of the way. Things were looking bad, and with the exception of the newly summoned golem and the strange wolf spirit nobody seemed to be standing up against Li. 'I should go...' Damon thought, recovering from nearly having a body thrown at him. Cindy had gotten up and started to drag Marius behind her like a ragdoll. 'Probably a good idea to not leave a coerator to his doom.' Damon tok off after her through the ash and rubble that remained of the campus. The charred rubble of buildings brou

Damon All hell seemed to break loose after Sylva's warning. The courtyard behind Damon seemed to erupt into a fiery hell hole as the ground shook. Damon cursed as the wall he was leaning on fell out behind him and nearly took him with it. Fire seemed to spread all around him, which really didn't concern him. As far as he knew fire could never hurt him. But doubts quickly began to form as he realized who that fire had belonged to. Sylva had made it rather clear that they should run, but Damon had never backed down from a fight. But this was a demigod... He wasn't particularly confide

Damon 'So there is a lot that even Coerators don't know, or choose not to share... It is pretty clear though that neither of these two were responsible for my powers.' Damon still had a lot of questions, but it was clear that neither of them could probably help him. "Thank you..." Damon started before pausing for a moment, 'Would it be impolite to refer to him by his name? Sir Aqui doesn't seem right though.' "Aqui." He finished, before backing away almost bowing before he turned, but decided that it was probably for the best that he didn't. 'The Coerators don't seem like they are ones to rea

Rhaeza "So none of the guards knows about us." Rhaeza said, refering to the task group, that he still hadn't returned to yet. "Don't know if that will be for the best or not. On the one hand there is no chance of the corruption finding out. But at the same time that presents an awkward situation if the guard gets involved. I would rather not have to explain myself to someone while the enemy is probably escaping, or getting closer to their target." Rhaeza had almost forgotten something that should have been blatantly obvious. "Nobody on the inside knows that you're alive still right? Did you h

Damon When Damon had first discovered his power he had wondered why he was chosen. Growing up he had always assumed that Coerators chose people at a young age, and their powers were only awakened later in their life. But why him? He was a nobody before his lumen. His lumen seemed to take everything away from him, but granted him so much. 'Is that the price of power?' He had often thought to himself. 'None of these others seemed to have lost everything. Some probably never had anything taken from them in their life before.' Aqui and Marius turned to face him. "And what do you want to know?"

Rhaeza As the Archangel was delivering his speech Rhaeza watched, hiding in plain sight as a civilian. He was paying less attention to his speech, and more towards the security at the event. 'How many of you are loyal... and the loyal ones, how long will they last?' Rhaeza pondered, before turing around and walking back to Marcus and Jarvis. "Any of the security look familiar? I feel like some of them may be undercover. We still don't know how deep this corruption is." He said, glancing around to make sure that nobody else could hear them speaking. "The security here is tight. It's hard to i

Damon Damon had begun to ignore the incessant fighting between Damon and Rame and had zoned out, lost in his own thoughts. 'I still have to wonder why I was given Lumen over so many others, and why though? And what kind of sick bastard would' "Holy shit!" Damon exclaimed as he heard thundering crash as the wall less than 10 feet away from his was part of the wall exploded, sending debris flying. Damon recoiled and instinctively drew his longsword from his back and sparked a small but extremely hot blue flame in the palm of his left hand. His tension quickly faded as he recognized the guy wh

Damon "Based on how we do today? Isn't that what she said yesterday...?" before being cut off by Roys yelling. "...He really needs to learn that being angry all the time isn't going to get him answers from anyone." "They say a smart man learns from his mistakes, but a wise man learns from the mistakes of others... I don't think Roy is a smart man." Damon said, smikring a bit as he watched the white haired fire girl going at it with the edgy windbag. "Aqui is the falcon who saved the north from a massive Blizzard. I read about him a long time ago in a book I bought." Damon said, shifting his

Damon Ultimately having chose the Dorm on the far left, not really looking or caring who was inside. Damon fell into his bed and attempted to 'sleep'. Damon was the type of person that liked to sleep in his own bed, which was consequently burned down when his little town was attacked. Just when Damon started to feel comfortable as Royland's apprentice in the north he had to leave again and come here. Damon hasn't had a proper night's rest for a long time now, six hours was all he could usually get, then he slept like a cat, waking at every slight sound. Damon's eyes opened when he heard the

Damon "Looks like it's getting dark. We should probably pick a dorm. Whether he'll follow or not is his choice, but given his fighting...skills...I don't think he'll be much trouble if it comes to it." "I never like to underestimate an enemy, but if he does learn to better control his Lumen I don't know if I could have bested him." Damon said, as he strapped his longsword on his back and glanced at the sky. "Well I wouldn't count on him joining us, and I don't think it would be wise to follow him at the moment. Perhaps it would be best to let him go, regardless it would probably be best t

Damon ¨It appears he tried to use his lumen.¨ he muttered. ¨And it didn´t work. Anger got the better of him. Lack of control leads to failure...¨ "Well I guessed that much, but to just leave without a word. Is he really so full of himself to just leave after failing. Are we not here to train, learn from our failures and the failures of others?" Damon said as he picked up his discarded sword sheath. "By the way, didn't catch your name before 'Roy' charged off into battle." Damon said.

Damon Roy all but faltered under the crushing blow of the longsword's pommel, looking like he was struggling to stay on his feet. Damon felt kinda bad, but at this point it was nesecary, Roy's behavior was starting to get out of hand. Instead of calling it like most people would by this point Roy assumed an offensive stance, pointing his curved blade at Damon. 'He is determined I'll give him that.' "Wind, to my blade" 'shit.' "Wind.. to my blade now!" Damon glanced at Hassar, hoping for some kind of aid if Roy were to unleash a windblast at him, then at the fountain in case he needed to dive

Damon "Shut up!" Roy was clearly winded and frusturated at this point, but instead of rushing in again he stopped briefly. Roy composed himself and changed his stance into a tail guard. 'He knows he isn't going to win unless he focuses and controls his attacks.' With that thought Roy lunged into another attack, swinging his sword up out of it's low position. Damon met it with a sideways parry, their swords locked and Roy pushed with all of his strength, clearly agitated at this point, Roy grunted as he pushed both of their sword aside, Damon defensively took a step back with his sword in a

Damon The leg sweep did it's job, knocking Roy down, who recovered surprisingly fast considering he had his legs knocked out from under him with the broad side of a sword. 'Royland would still find something to complain about.' "A fluke...A point for you." Damon smiled, trying not to get too cocky though, he had learned his lesson about that numerous times in his own training. Unsurpsisingly Roy immediately went on the offensive again charging Damon with a flurry of blows. 'Oh crap.' Damon assumed a more defensive stance pointing his sword forward in a two handed grip with his right should

Damon Roy's suckerpunch caught Damon off guard as he stumbled back. 'Well he definately isn't afraid to fight dirty.' Damon thought, as Roy attempted to deliver a lunging thrust, which Damon easily parried from the right and used the momentum to spin backwards into his next attack. Briefly jumping mid spin to build momentum and attack with astonishing speed he brought his left arm down smashed into Roy's collar bone pushing him him back. Master Royland had taught Damon a wide variety of tactics, if Damon would have had a left handed dagger, that would have easily been a fatal blow to any enem

Damon Roy charged at Damon holding his katana in a two handed grip, which meant that he was going to a heavy overhead strike. Damon smiled, 'If he fights like his personality, this shouldn't be too hard. He'll probably try to get in close...' Damon thought as Roy rushed at him, swinging a sideways swipe at his head. Damon turned on his heel and switched to a two handed grip to meet the opposing blade at an angle. He knew he had to be careful how he met Roy's swings or he would spend hours with his whetstone getting notches out of his blade. As their blades crossed Damon lunged forward and ki

Damon "So, that sword is given to you through charity, as it serves a reminder of your tragic past and still you choose to carry it!?" "Well, whatever floats your boat, kid. If it makes you feel any better honoring your dead dad and whatnot." "Only a fool forgets his past, my sword serves as a reminder of why I am here." Damon said, contemplating adding how he had planned to leave once he was sent away and find those responsible for his parent's death, and avenge his father with a sword he had made, but he figured he would be wasting his breath. Then Hassar suggested that they should have a

Rhaeza and mute Jarvis are ready to progress when possible.

Damon Damon frowned at Roy's guesses at the origin of his sword, not really wanting to talk about it, but decided that he wasn't going to get anywhere with these people if he wasn't at least a little open with his past. "My father is a blacksmith... He made the sword years ago as a commision from the lord... After my parents died and I discovered my lumen I fell under the same lord's care. He gave it to me as a gift, he said that my father would want me to have it and that he had never used it anyway... " Damon struggled to say, being very uncomfortable talking about his past. Whenever he di

Damon Damon smiled, he was always up for a challenge. That was partially due to the fact that Master Royland, the man at arms that trained him in swordsmanship was about as forgiving as the cold tundra that Damon should have died in. "I've held a sword since I was old enough the hold one. That huge sword might not be able to be swung as fast as your little wind blade, but a longsword provides it's user with a wide range of strategy to take out a wide range of opponents... Let's also just say that my lumen also allows a lot of mixed tactics with a sword. But about yours, so your sword amplifi

Damon 'For as big as he talks he doesn't exactly live up to his mouth...' Damon thought as he watched the small cyclone whirling around Roy. "So your lumen is reliant on your sword? Or is it just something to channel it with?" Damon asked, he had heard of people using objects or tools even to control their lumen, but never saw anyone that used something significant. But the real question what could he do without his sword. Damon's sword was only an extension to his lumen that helped in combat, but he would no doubt be able to kill an attacker without it.

Rhaeza "I´ll follow with you then, at least until we find them." "Right then..." The werewolf said. "Let's just hope that my squad are as resourceful as I hope they are." He said, before taking the lead down the street.

Damon - Fountain "Fire is only predictable if you are foolish enough to let it get out of control." Damon said, sparking a small controlled flame in his hand that burned blue at the core. "Like anything it is incredibly useful if you master it's techniques." He said, subconsciously pulling on his longsword's shoulder belt, which he spent countless hours training with. "And judging from that embarrassing display that was supposed to be sparing..." Damon said crossing his arms. "Controlling my fire is probably the least of our problems." Damon was by no means a master of his art, but he has d

Damon 'This is cool, but I wonder if it has any practical uses... With enough water I might be able to generate a mist to ambush an enemy in...' Damon was thinking to himself. "Hey you!" Damon was startled slightly by the sudden aproach of someone. Who judging by his fur coat also hailed from the north. "is that steam? its like a sauna in here, Is everything alright? your wrist, it's all covered in foam and shit..you should probably get that check before your skin comes off." 'Oh fantastic, this one is more inquisitive than a child.' He thought as he pulled his hand out of the fountain,