Mixt pocketed his new belongings and moved to the hall, but he found himself walking aimlessly. This all just felt so surreal. This morning he was pretty sure he was going to spend a long time in a cage, assuming they decided not to execute him. Now, he had diplomatic immunity and was a prince of the opposing nation to boot. The two greatest extremes of his life within 24 hours. Things were changing big time for Mixt, and he liked it.
This time Mixt really did let out a chuckle "Not much gets past you does it? Truly, yours is a position well earned. We've got a deal" Tapping one of the circles in his notebook with the back of his pencil, it transformed into an elegant pen and Mixt signed both documents with it.
Suddenly Mixt was confused. "Hold on. You, the Emperor of Eclipscion, wanted to adopt me, some random orphan, before I killed someone. While that explains how you get here so fast, I don't see how you even knew I existed before yesterday." Mixt shook his head in disbelief. "All the same both are offers that I would count myself lucky to receive, events of yesterday or no. What's the catch?" As Mixt asked this he started to quickly skim over the contracts to see if he could immediately identify anything in them that wasn't standard.
Mixt almost laughed after the door slammed. He knew things would get interesting after his actions yesterday, but there was nothing that would have prepared him for this. "Based on that emblem it looks like I've got myself one hell of a lawyer. But why come here yourself? Surely you've got bigger fish to fry Torxber" he said, smirking at his fortune.
"No, you're here for more than that. Telling me something so simple doesn't merit you coming into the room, much less the stack of papers" Mixt said as he finished off one of his drawings before folding it up and leaning back in his chair. "So what is this really? Time for the interrogation?"
Mixt sat in desk sketching in a notebook that he had been allowed. Though it hardly felt right to still refer to it as a classroom. This wing was rarely used and the room hadn't even been cleaned in months. They just put him back here for lack of a proper holding cell. He could likely break out, the pencil would make alchemy too easy, but there wasn't anywhere he preferred to be. So he waited for events to take their course while he tried to find the meaning behind the amulet of his childhood.
Mixt twirled his two blunted swords as he contemplated the situation. Two new people were in the fray, the boy from earlier was now angry, and the girl was healed back to full strength. Doubtless this called for a change in plan. Afterall Mixt suffered a burn just keeping track of two, four was too chaotic. He would need to take down a weaker one first, one of the newcomers. The boy with the items, that would be his new target. A reliance on items is unstable and the course of battle will change as soon as he run out. Besides, that calm manner reminded Mixt too much of himself and it bothered him. With his mind made up Mixt moved within range of Allen, "So what was your plan here? A quick gesture of kindness and then we all have a group hug before going our separate ways? Victory goes to those that go the extra step. Perhaps I am too serious, but that is exactly why I will beat you" Mixt said before slashing forward at his opponent.
The other thing with Yiazamat is that he doesn't reset, you can wail on him for an hour, get bored, go play some other part, come back and deal more damage, leave and save, turn the game off, make a sandwich, load the game back up, and then kill him.
*shakes belly* What are we talking about?
Mixt moved back to the far side of the tree to retrieve his other sword. There was no use being too hasty, especially when the opponents will keep themselves occupied. And this man was something else. He had anticipated that rendering the foe unconscious, or at least having the wind knocked out of him, but he just stood back up and continued the fight. Was he even a student here? That magic style certainly wasn't one he had seen in any classroom.
A smirk crossed Mixt's face when Rako held his ground against Phisoxa. He continued his attack, aiming at the lower back as to avoid the lightning, and struck full swing. But no celebrating to soon. Both opponents proved powerful, even if the man did fall his true target for the test was the girl, and she was no pushover either.
The distraction didn't work as Mixt had planned but this could work well enough. Mixt traversed the spikes under the falling tree and jumped upward to strike at Rako's back. Ideally he could hurt him and increase his force against Phisoxa at the same time, but this battle wasn't as predictable as he was used to. A realization that Mixt found somewhat thrilling. A new unknown. A new point of study. Win or lose it was a direction he could take to get stronger. But that by no means said that he was willing to lose.
Mixt didn't have immediate means to increase his speed and began to fall. He hurled one sword downward so it would jut out of the crystal and he could stand on the hilt, then noting that the girl was closing the distance he moved to make a distraction and slashed at the tree trunk. Because the blade was blunt he couldn't slice through it, but the tree shook violently and started to crack since it was already mostly dead.
Once the ground started to shake, Mixt instinctively jumped up at a tree and pushed off the trunk to continue at Rako. 'Keep your reactions tight' Mixt reminded himself 'You're up against two magic users, anything can change in a moment' Mixt opted to move past the man attack him from behind, it might throw him off guard but more importantly it would place him in the middle instead of Mixt like it currently was.
Celldweller ~ Against the Tide
Mixt created a cross with his sword to divert the flames away from, but with the flames surrounding him he missed the attack to the side. Despite the surprise he managed to hold firm and the damage was lessened by the flame's struggle for life; but his sleeve was destroyed and the skin had minor burns. "A rookie mistake" Mixt criticized himself before he spat on the ground and ran at Rako, believing him to be the stronger opponent.
Mixt ducked behind a tree at the sight of the blast behind Phisoxa. To deal with multiple opponents, especially with one of them willing to make an attack like that, extra preparations were in order. Quickly scratching out another transmutation circle in the dirt, Mixt used the dirt to transform the sword into metal (though he did leave it blunted), and the sheath transformed into a duplicate. Holding the left sword in reverse grip and the right normally he stepped out from his cover to face his opposition.
Mixt rushed through the forest, playing the delicate balance of not being seen or heard while keeping a fast moving target in sight. It was a task that only became harder when she moved into a more dead part of the forest. He had almost let her go when he first saw her, but then he caught sight of her badge, a lone captain was just too appealing to let slide. Finally the target came to a stop and Mixt moved very slowly in order to close the gap. Sliding the wooden blade around the tree trunk to pin her between the sword and the tree Mixt whispered "Not as threatening as steel, but I think you get the idea"
Mixt continued until he came to a point where he heard a few people navigating the nearby trees. He had expected more ground play, though it really all ends up the same. Mixt jumped down to the ground on to some leaves, making a sound that seemed accidental enough that the others might not realize it was bait. With a couple of breaths to feign panic he started to dart off in a quiet, but notable not silent matter. Sure enough it wasn't long before someone jumped down at him from the trees. Mixt quickly unsheathed his sword and deflected the attack. "You might not be a captain, but I couldn't resist the easy take down" said the other student. "Funny, I was going to say the same about you" Mixt said with a smirk before suddenly crouching down and activating the transmutation circle he etched on the handle of the wooden sword. Using the leaves, twigs, and grass at his feet as material, he elongated his sword and used that movement to mask the detachment of his sheath. Then he rushed forward at his opponent, shifting halfway through his attack to be swinging with the sheath rather than the sword. The opponent easily blocked but was caught off guard by the switch and fell victim the wooden sword striking a pressure point on his chest. Mixt quickly drew out a transmutation circle to make a hole to contain his now unconscious opponent, and with any luck a few others.
Mixt stood in near silence, crouched up the branches of a tree. Many in the exam detested the forest landscape due to limited visibility, but the trick was knowing that there was no reason to fret. The landscape was the same for them all, it in itself did not give anyone the advantage over anyone else. A true warrior would make the best out of any landscape they were in. Right now that meant remaining unseen, and moving slowly. After listening for a moment to make sure no one was nearby Mixt jumped to a nearby tree and repeated the process, waiting for any teams to come by. He figured it wouldn't be too long considering many were scrambling under the time constraints, rushing to make as many captures as they could without realizing just how easily they could be running into a trap.
