Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171208073721

(Hound/Scorn/Flame/Doc) Trevor and Siara breath heavily, the pair obviously at their limit between fighting Sun-Mi and Kodoku, and now the illustrious Marcus Jaghund.

They give one sigh of relief as the Horseman forces himself to his feet, but then groan as he lifts a finger to say something only to hit the ground again.

They tense, ready to try for their final assault, but stop...

The Amazoness, so far watching the fight from the side, brazenly trots herself on her mount over to Marcus, "Excuse me Serah Jaghund, but may I ask where your lovely comrade is? I assumed she was only a short ways behind, but she has yet to arrive. Is she alright? I wish to finish our...fight..."

She stops as she notices Trevor and Siara looking to her exasperatedly, and she nervously rubs the back of her head, "Y-yes. It was rude of me to interrupt your fighting. Carry on Serah Trevor and Serah Siara."

She then trots back to where she waited before, looking slightly bored as she leans forward on her mount and props her head in her hand.

From above, the Kamaitachi sisters shrug, "They will once we are done little one." Seiglinde assures.

They lower themselves down behind Trevor and Siara, the slight breeze they make not loud enough to catch the exhausted pairs attention.

The pair are startled once they hear Sif's armor clinks as she begins her slow walk to the side, Stopping only to perform a gesture, carefully lifting her sickle over her arm as she does. She then readies her blade, even as Anri hovers to the left and Seiglinde moves past Trevor and Siara down the middle.

Anri hugs her spear close, and soon the end glows, forming an even longer glowing magical tip.

"So you are Marcus Jaghund..." Seiglinde begins, her voice rolling with the strength of a giantess despite her still being of average height for most other than a Kamaitachi.

She hoists her great machete onto her shoulder, "It will be an honor to fight you this day." she then smirks, "I hope you take your unconsciousness gracefully."

With the speed of a tornado's gale Sif leaps at an angle towards Marcus. She then abruptly uses her sickle to change direction, and using the momentum of her rapid movement swings for his hips at a low angle near the ground.