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"They should have. Instead, they had their captain come out. Someone people here call 'Heroes' " Joseph says, the tone of his voice unconvinced by the sounding "Although I have to say, it sounds more like a profession class than the 'noble' one as most of them running around here are nothing like the heros of previous planes I've seen before, including my own. Empathy, they lack. Mercy, they discard. Selflessness, they are not. An insult to those actually trying, if I say so myself. But, anyway..."

He moves his fingers more, the scenery changed from the outyard fighting to the inner sanctums of the heart, a castle. A castle where an armored man stands, gilded armor, glistening sword in decorations, shining with holy magic. "The Hero, Jervis the Bright. Said to have led countless counter-campaign, both against separatist kingdoms and monster realm. Said to have brought down a demon in single combat. Said to be the one responsible for his villa's 'rise' to the higher ranks through citizen 'quality'. Essentially, he's the one who decided the dregs of society needed to go die elsewhere".

The clown moves two fingers leading to the door of the doors, bursting open. The rattle of the gold mass gates makes a cacophony as to make way for two individuals. An amazon, dressed in bone armor like the others, but with 'royal' colors, a marine blue. "Sabrina the Azur Edge. Sole bearer of the Razorback claymore, a sword dwelling in demon silver and mithril. Said to have cleaved entire blocks with but a swing. Her ancestors once used it to clear a path in the deepest and inhospitable forests, only to make it a haven for their kind. Usurper of the Swamp Stalker, a fiendishly huge and powerful crocodile that once slept in the crevasses of the swamp, claimed to the ruler of the land...".

Joseph once agains makes use of his fingers, this time bringing in the third individual in the decor. A man, embedded in shards of armor, as well as a skull hindering any sight of his face, yet the spots where his fabric ended, a glow in emerald green was visible "Getan, the Lifeblood. Rumored to be the very first to be 'snatched' by the amazons. His condition apparently prompted the Azur Edge to bring him to a place they considered sacred. Said place is said to have judged him worthy and pumped him of such force that his blood can now be considered an augmented medicinal mean, used for the most grievious of injuries. With their presence ever more explicit, with his spouse's blessing and assistance, he is said to be in the start of a new teaching to train the other exiles to bring defensive wards to their mending ways. If the amazon is to be the weapon in a duo, Getan has made sure that the exile would be their shield and mender..."

With more movements, the avatars pieces gather in the largest room in the castle, the Hero's quarters "Amidst the chaos of battle, they meet in the heart of the villa. They brim with hopes of winning, the dim sound of the outside deaf to their ears. Jarvis makes sure to promise them death for invading before leaping at an impressive height despite his heavy armor, striking the chord that would light the genesis of this battle..."

Joseph stops, bringing his hands together, as to reflect on the seriousness of the battle recited, only to realize..."Jarvis' defeat came faster than a gallon of sake placed in front of a thirsting Oni". He shrugs off the oncoming density of the ambience with a grin "Who would have thought that going in by yourself against someone equally as skilled as you with another denying you any ground on the combat would have proven fatal...The Azur Edge ended it by kicking the Bright by the chest, sundering his frontal plates to pieces and sending off flying right on his totally-not-overcompensating chair of his..."