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IC: Amalia/Belthnor:Belthnor quietly remarked about dumb Toa of Lightning, then raised his head, eyes glowing in vibrant colors. "Be careful of what you say," he said before turning away and leading the trio out of the city.Amalia rolled her eyes, and stayed by Blade. She didn't like the way the tall being was acting, certainly the way to Blade. She nudged her mind against his as a warning to stop the behavior.

IC: Amalia/Belthnor:"Let me give to you simply: I give myself to Techna, and I get no credit in that organization for assisting the people. Is that really fair?"Be cautious about this one, Blade. I could detect his lie Kios away. Amalia noted to Blade, warning him about their 'friendly' accomplice.

IC: Amalia/Belthnor:Belthnor scoffed. "And who is this? Some Toa? Bah! How are you worthy?""Shut up, diamond head! Let's just get on with this. Now, you know where to go?" Amalia retorted.Belthnor nodded slowly before walking towards the city entrace/exit. "Far east. Hope you're ready for this."

IC: Fyriin:Fyriin's usage of her element drained her- she did not attempt to attack again after teleporting. The magnetic force held her together tightly, prohibiting her from movement. She squirmed and wiggled to no avail. "Drat! My prey! They have out smarted me! No!" she hissed, trying to expel sharp metal objects as they magnetically stuck to her.

IC: Amalia:Amalia had taken the route of going through the west side, where the forest was. It appalled her when she saw it blazing due to Artorre's attacks. That's when she got his warning. She used her momentum to run along the trunk of the tree, jumping onto the top of the branches, getting a lookout of his location. When Amalia attempted to contact him via telepathy, she found an outside source- specifically a Komau wearer. She traced back to Eremia, who was mentally assaulted by Amalia's mind, releasing vile and grotestque memories to her while remaining on the tree top.

IC: Amalia:An embarassed feeling began to come out of Amalia, who kept her eyes on the end of the hallway. She thought about how Blade would be with her, but shook the thought off, knowing he chose to be with her and help the organization she was trying to get in.

Overall, think the build is great. But the waist section... it looks unbalanced with those pieces restraining movement while sustaining MN's legs. If there were someway to fix that, I'd love it even more!

IC: Amalia:With Song's 'threat' on Blade, Amalia plainly dropped to the ground. She was out for a few seconds, then jumped back right up. She didn't know what happened, then looked at the group staring at her."What?"Then she followed Blade down the hallways, happy with glee.

OOC: Darn! I keep forgetting Kairan is Blade. :PIC: Amalia:Amalia was weary on the sense of Blade's emotions. She couldn't identify what he was feeling, because she respected his mental privacy and was only able to feel some emotion. She was speechless by what he said, not wanting to take him away from the rest of the specified group.Are you sure? I- I don't want to take you from a promising opportunity. She asked mentally, a hint of lie in her mind.

OOC: Smart move, my enemy.IC: Fyriin:Fyriin noticed the magnetic pull around her. She looked out to see Miraul, with a ferocious look on her face. She ignored the dome she had made on the rest of the group, and refocused her attention to Miraul, who had aluminum needles coming at high speeds towards him. She pulled out her daggers and teleported to another shadow once again.

IC: Amalia:In Amalia's mind, apart of her longed for Blade, who she deeply cared about. He meant thousands to her, and would make sure to the extent of her abilities that he would be alive. "So, Blade. Are you coming? I'm not asking," she said. A pain in her chest throbbed when she stated she didn't mind- because she did.

IC: Amalia:Amalia arrived at her destined destination, but found no trace of Artorre. She then headed north bound, detecting his former signature as she ran along. She was concerned about this sudden disappearance, but believed he was perfectly sustainable.

IC: Amalia:Artorre? Okay, I'm on my way. Amalia sighed, now shooting off towards the southwest part of the volcanic region, leaving the beloved hills she skipped along behind.

IC: Amalia:Affirmative. Checking it out. She said before spiralling out of the sky at a fast speed, then landing flat on her feet. Amalia was one for dangerous tricks, especially spinning in the air at fast speeds. She practiced long ago, finally mastering on a landscape such as the hills she saw in the distance. A beam of light was seen from the east, so Amalia decided to go after it, leaving a thin trail of dust behind her.

IC: Amalia:With no luck left wandering in the wasteland, Amalia took off to the mysterious beams of light. They caught her sight most of the time, while she shrugged them off. At Kakama speed, she launched toward the island side of the beam, attempting to contact her team through the Team Crest.Hey, guys? Are those beams of light a beacon for the flag?

OOC: @Tabby: Fyriin. Sorry I didn't put it on my sig, but the post is quite cluttered. Note that she is a Iron elemental and bears the Kanohi Fyriin, which she named herself after, that lets the user teleport via shadow.@Toa Alaka: I don't plan for Fyriin to have a split, so well see. :PIC: Fyriin: Vilak only jabbed is sword into the wall, where nothing was. Fyriin appeared again, relentless as ever, and sent a dome of steel that would encase the group into it. The metal began to materialize around them, getting larger. It also began to get thicker, and would crush the group if they did not flee or succumb to Fyriin's wishes. "Die, my prey," she hissed, licking her lips viciously.

IC: Fyriin:The Krish gave a quick grin before teleporting through the shadows. More prey had come- just the prey she liked. She began to slip into shadows, popping out of the shadows that riddled the village as steel needles were flung at her attackers. Fyriin had them right where she wanted them.

IC: Amalia:Amalia nodded in response to Selirah, who zoomed off towards the pillar of light emanating from the islands. Amalia let her cool on this, focusing her objective on the flag rather than the light that soared through the sky. She began to speed out again, looking for some flag that could be hidden.

IC: Amalia:Amalia ventured further, deactivating her Kakama as she neared the Central Wastes. Her dust trail would be vulnerable to sight by the enemy Blue Team. She concealed her appearance with the dunes and rocks around her, disguising her to all but anyone who was trained or was a Psionicist. She did not know of many on Kai-Nam. She searched out with her mind, hoping to connect with another's.

OOC: Bye, Bye, Ta-Koro Guard. That is, unless someone thinks otherwise.IC: Fyriin:The Krish licked her lips. A prime target to feast on her prey would be the Ta-Koro Guard. She had her doubts about surviving it, but still pressed for it. She used her mask to teleport her through the shadows, sneaking around the village with ease. The entrance to the headquarters were looming, giving Fyriin a hint of discouragement before channeling through another shadow. She took out her crossbow, and perched on a rooftop. Bolts began to fly at guards, who were either hit in the arm/leg, or dodged completely. At this time, Fyriin began to fire everywhere, hoping to hit something.

I wasn't accusing. Only a mere analysis. I didn't mean to discredit you, if that's what you thought.

Seems much like IoP, don't you think?And thanks!

What is the terrain of the CtF Arena battle? Sorry, I just sorta jumped in.

IC: Amalia:After finishing off her opponent, Amalia used her Kakama to speed her way around the terrain, where the flag she most desired was located. She steadily sped in directions possibly near it, hoping a trail of dust wouldn't catch anyone's eyes.

Can't say I like Rping with myself, Kal. :l