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Andre helpfully points out places where it was possible for the girl to have been injured in the spar. "Let's see, I decked her in the face so she's likely got a broken nose and an concussion... Probably some abrasions from the tackle onto the sand... Oh, very unlikely but I might have cracked a rib. But most likely not, I wasn't trying to hurt her... Only other problems would mostly be any energy drain from that freaky shit she nearly killed me with. Over all I'd say that was a pretty light spar." Andre nods with a smile as he finishes his assessment.

Andre looks up really confused. "A healing potion. I got a few spare so I figured it'd be the best idea to fix her up with our absence of white mages." He goes back to administering the potion with a shrug.

Andre, finding no popcicles sighs and heads back to Artithia's room. He pauses as he considers how to go about this. He's fairly certain that garlic wouldn't help with this... Coffee isn't an option since he doesn't have any. He hasn't seen anyone about that looked like a white mage type... Alright, looks like a job for a potion. Andre applies a potion to the knocked out woman. That sounds weird.

Andre walks into the kitchen, looking around for any ice that may be present, or any items that could be made into a popsicle otherwise.

For a second Andre was worried that the girl had suddenly suffered a heart attack or had an anuersym of some kind. He knew that was a silly worry but he checked her pulse anyways. With that out of the way, Andre picked her up in a bridal carry and started to bring her inside. As he entered he considered the flash of her sword. It reminded him of something... First things first though, getting her some coffee. Well, they might not have coffee here on second thought. Probably best to find her a bed to rest in while he thinks of something to fix her up... It'd be easy if Natz was there. He'd never learned to do healing stuff. Didn't really fit him and he'd be a hypocrite with how annoying he found healing enemies. Eventually he would find a not as moldy bed in the Servants Quarters to lay her in.

Andre dove to the side, the sheer force of the attack sending sand flying all around the area. He takes a second to think. He reaches the most likely sound conclusion that the sword wielder wasn't having nearly as much fun with this as he was. Which was bad, no point sparring if it wasn't in good fun. That said, he was going to need more power to end this without someone getting more hurt most likely. Andre springs at Nessie, his form growing. He holds her arms down, his own growing hairier as his nails become like claws. His body hunches over her as he grows another foot in height, his muscles bulge out, and his teeth elongate into fangs. Needless to say, he's also a bit heavier now. He doesn't bother speaking just yet, waiting to see if she's still in murder mode for a little bit.

Unlike the raging woman, Andre was having a great time. The fog was an interesting trick but didn't help how much her scent stood out against the desert. Andre swaggers a little as he begins to approach the girl, well aware that she seems ready to Limit Break. The thought sent a thrill through him. He had to piss her off more! "Oh, I get it now! You didn't want to fight inside because then everyone would see you get your ass kicked. Well don't worry, I'm not going to rub it in when I win or anything, I'm a right humble guy you know." It was all lies. But if they worked then hey, they worked. Maybe he could unleash his true form against her.

Turning around the girl would be met with a fist rapidly advancing on her face. It would seem that Andre had tracked her through the fog somehow. The glowing sword probably didn't help but there was more than likely some reason other than that he had found her so easily.

Seeing that Arti wasn't moving Andre continued forward. Up until the couple of yards or so when he broke into a sprint, his form moving at her surprisingly fast until he leapt at her, a foot extended to reward her tenacity with a drop kick to the chest.

Andre stands up straight, then he steps back a little so that he was perpendicular to his opponent. He smirks and he turns his head towards his opponent. With a dramatic motion he points at her, one can almost feel the excitement of Andre. Slowly he opens his mouth and shouts a single word. "If." Andre suddenly drops into a low stance, not that it would really help much given his size. He starts to close in on Artitha at a fair pace.

"Pfft, like I haven't gotten hit with a sword a bunch before." Andre straps his weapons back onto his fists and jogs outside to find a nice stretch of beach to do their fighting on.

"True... Uh, I saw some bedrooms about, I think I saw a kitchen... There's probably a forge. Oh, there's the engine room... but the place is pretty barren right now. Makes sense considering the place was abandoned when we got it apparently." Andre shrugs. He stretches himself out as he thinks. After a bit he looks over to Artithia. "Hey sword chick, if you won't fight in here why don't we do it on the beach? There wasn't anyone there last I checked."

"Don't take it to hard, most of my spars end with my opponent floored. Drink this, it'll patch you up." Andre sets a potion next to Vora.

Andre rises from behind Vora a smirk on his face. "Now now, we both know someone needs to tap out for it to count." Andre welcomes Vora to suplex city.

Andre looks almost offended at how weak the blow is. His eyes go to the vamp's fist, then down to her face. This repeats a few times before he starts to laugh. In fact he starts laughing so hard he probably wouldn't have time to react to anything else Vora does. "Holy shit! That didn't even hurt! I-I'm in more distress at how fucking hilarious that was than getting hit by it!" Andre continues laughing at the weak attack on his face. Weird guy.

"You say that..."

Andre pauses and turns to Mar. "Yo, Mar! Grab some potions for after the spar please!? I wanna see how the newbies do." Andre stretches himself out, his bones cracking as air is released from them. His muscles gleam with the sweat and *ld Sp*ce on them as he gets into position. "Do you want to make the first move or shall I?" ((Last time it was just RP'd))

"My power is that I have the Charles Atlas Seal of approval! Anyways, yeah, we got an orc medicine guy on hand so we're fine to get hurt." Andre turns around to reveal that on his back there is in fact a seal of approval from Charles Atlas. He also gets right down to removing his gauntlet and hand wrap, a wide smile on his face as he does so.

Andre sighs out of boredom. "Anyone want to fight? Like, a spar, no weapons. Or weapons. Whatever is fine."

"The castle has like, warp engines on it. If you can figure out how to get to where ever it is you want to go then you could organise a mission there." Andre points out. He takes a bite of his burger. Damn, nothing like a nice greasy burger to make listening to bitching more tolerable. Maybe he could sucker one of the newbies into a fight. That would be funny.

"Everyone else is busy on missions. I imagine they'll be back soon." Andre shrugs and begins eating his burger. He wishes he had a nice dill quarter to round it off but eh, what can you do.

"I've told you everything I know. If you're okay with random guessing, I think we might have been picked by some higher being. Or it was a lottery of randos that could fight... Anyways, anyone hungry?" Andre says as he pulls out a cheeseburger. He holds it up in offering to the gathered group... Someday someone needs to find out how he keeps those things relatively fresh in his storage.

"I'm Andre. I was recently "recruited" like you. We're currently in a castle tank thing that can travel between worlds, apparently. The world we're on right now is full of monsters that are hunted. And you guys seem to just be coming out of the woodwork for no apparent reason and now I'm playing fucking greeter since all the other people who have some basic idea of what's going on are away." Andre looks rather annoyed about being the greeter right now.

"No, you're in our castle. You're most likely here to fight monsters throughout the universe. And even if you aren't, you sure as hell aren't home anymore.

Andre flops to the floor. He takes a deep breath before standing up. "You know, we're going to run out of rooms at this rate, unless people want to sleep here while I work out..."