With a mighty flap of his wings, Sarne shot into the air. [1] Leaving a gift for Baird as the little glass ball explodes, leaving Baird in a cloud of bright red powder. Sarne only hoped that would keep him busy for a moment so he could concentrate on Ambika. He was not going to let them get a brake. Thinking about what to do next, Sarne turned in the air to face Ambika.

[2] Sarne's sword had gold energy crackling across the blade of his sword. A beam of pure light lashed out to 30 ft. The light discharged in a straight line. If the beams strike, it will deal a lot of light damage, Passing through everything in the beam path. Burning the person doing large amounts of damage.

The crowd dove out of the way as the beam lit the pit with its gold light. The light gleamed off Sarne's armor and face, making him look even more angelic.His expression of confidence on his face made him look even more intimidating.

inbound for Ambika Paladin's Blade beam

inbound for Baird Powdered Capsaicin

Holy Avenger light damage bypasses all hit preventions / Inspiring Presence 2\3, X2 physical damage.

[1] Welcome to the Jungle
Glass Sphere+Crude Gunpowder+Powdered Capsaicin

A handful of bright red powder made from various plants and peppers that are spicy in nature. If this powder comes into contact with the eyes, nose or is breath in through the mouth, it will cause intense burning and irritation. Anyone affected can not use novice level spells, martial or stealth skills for their next post. Comes with two uses.

Crude Gunpowder explosion for Powdered Capsaicin

[2] Paladin's Blade beam.

However while holding the sword you can choose to fire out a beam of pure light. This beam has a medium range and shoots out in a straight line. If the beams strikes an enemy it will deal a large amount of light damage, and if the beam passes through an ally it will heal them of all surface level wounds. Can pass through multiple targets and even solid surfaces.

    Baird's eyes opened, slowly dragging him out from relinquishing his body. Mors recuperated enough to keep them upright for the time being. He opened his mouth for the final bite of the potato.
    
    [BANG] A shower of glass and powder splashed across the whole of their body. Their many wounds and deep gashes immediately stung all over. Baird quickly shot up, alert, dropping the potato. In this ephemeral moment when the two are at full control and sensation, slowly everything began to feel a little warmer. Warmer. Warm. Hot. Hot! Very hot!! Baird loves his food spicy, but not in his eyes, lungs, and bloodstream! They both scream and begin rolling across the ground.
    
    The potato of its own volition acted towards its dreams of being crunched to the nubs. Getting up off the ground, it ran over and leapt for Baird's mouth once the opportunity was presented. Forced to chew this last bite, the flesh of their chest knitted over into large, still bleeding scars. The wriggling roots of the vegetable slunk back into their pouch. Baird, however, was dealing with the feeling of tiny glass shards and hot spice scratching up his mouth from the unexpected bite.
    
    He frantically looked around to find Ambika, eyes bloodshot and drooling over a puddle of his own blood, "Holy hell! No wonder that morphleon was so mad, this sucks!" 

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Transformed: 3/3

Minor Wounds: Arms, Chest, Head

Major Wounds: (-1 Healing)

Second Action Lost: Capsaicin Burns

Of course Sarne wasn't going to leave her alone. Ambika was not surprised in the slightest, but it was worth a try anyway. She unbuckled the carabiner and allowed herself to fall downwards to try to avoid the worst of the impact, but she knew this was going to suck. The temptation to just phase out of existence was quite real, a parting gift that she must have obtained somewhere, but she was not quite ready to call it quits just yet, There was still too much to see, and she was far too stubborn to allow herself to be the first to fall.

The unforgiving light would sear her dearly, leaving her heavily injured. Despite that, however, her body would land as gracefully as that of a majestic feline[1], as though the pains meant nothing to her trained instincts, even though the aches now threatened to overheat her as her blood roiled hot from the sheer misery.

Sarne's Divinities Blessing will soon wear off, and when it does he will be met with an obsidian arrow aimed straight at his chest which had a number of caltrops affixed to it[2], guaranteed to scatter as it exploded. And for good measure, she will deliver glass upon glass with an explosive punch that is guaranteed to break from the scattering shrapnel[3].

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+1 Major Wound to Ambika

Current status: 1 Minor Wound, 1 Major Wound

Inbound for Sarne Obsidian Arrow + Caltrops
Inbound for Sarne Glass Sphere + Glass Powder + Crude Gunpowder

[1]Passive: Cat's Grace
[2]Improvisation Engineer: Obsidian Arrow (x1) + Sticky Paste + Caltrops
[3]Improvisation Engineer: Glass Sphere + Glass Powder + Crude Gunpowder

Sarne had the advantage in the air. Seeing Baird trying to recover and still bleeding meant Sarne had time to deal with Ambika. She was one hard fighter to pin down, and her cunning was not to be underestimated. She was like a spider moving through the pit, which showed her experience and calmness in combat. Sarne saw her move and had little time to react to her attacks. He lifted his sword and motioned in the air like he was going to dodge the incoming bolt and glass ball.

[1] A wall of gold translucent light hung in the air and glowed. The wall hovered in midair in front of Sarne, covering him. They could see the evil smile on his face as the bolt just impacted the shield and exploded, sending shards and caltrops back to the direction it came from. Glass shatters when it hits a wall of gold translucent light. Shimmering Glass fell to the ground in front of the wall of translucent light.

Sarne dropped to just off the ground, hovering, facing Baird and Ambika. [2] As Sarne released a burst of energy from his body, a light shot out, burning everything it touched. It felt like the sun burning the skin. The light covered everything in the pit. Sarne looked a little tired, and sweat dripped down his face.

[1] wall of light 0/3 ends in 3 Post
[2] Divinities Blessing light burst minor damage. End of the spell.
End of Inspiring Presence.
Graft Feathery Angelic Wings 2/3 end next post
Incoming minor damage Baird and Ambika

    Baird has woken up to glass and agony. He looked to Mors and sees the mighty icon of fear and power barely holding it together. He felt the newly formed scar that dominated much of his chest, along with the labored breathing from bruised ribs and peppered lungs. Then he looked across the field to see the splashes of blood that painted the walls high and pooled in places along the ground. Something told him that it was their blood.

    "Mors, what happened?" Baird said through the drooling recovery against the capsaicin.

    Mors fought panic to even respond, his swirling eyes nearly held still by his cracked pride, ".. I'm sorry, bu-" 
    
    He couldn't finish before an assault of light quickly rose from the other end of the pit. They held up their arms, feeling their skin peel at the light. The searing pain was renewed by this new source, taking a psychological pickaxe to the emotional dam Baird built to hide his anger.

    His hooves and receding claws scooped heaps of sand and dirt out from the ground as Baird bolted in a feverish mania towards Sarne.^[1] "Enough!" he roared blindly.

    It took until he sent each pair of fists at his left at once to notice how cold his limbs felt. It took until the second pair jettisoned forward for him to notice how numb his upper right hand was from the obsidian shard still planted within it.^[2] The chimera was riddled with a thousand little wounds that would quickly catch up. The trauma of the worst of it exsanguinated much of their vitae away, even if the healing removed the symptoms.

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Juggernaut's Fury: 0/2

Minor Wounds: Arms x2, Head, Chest

Minor Damage x2 directed towards Lord Sarne Sequoia

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[1] Juggernaut's Fury

A series of tribal like tattoos or markings that are designed to inspire the bearer with courage or rage in the heat of battle. Twice per topic the bearer can activate the energy in the tattoo, causing them to enter a rampage like state for two post. During this duration the bearer can not have their movement reduced or restrained and they can not be knocked off of their feet or made to go prone.

[2] Fighting Wraps [Double Strike]

- Small Exalted Weapon - Bludgeoning: Attacks you make with a weapon that has Bludgeoning Damage against armor or shields remove two Hit Preventions instead of one. - Bashing: Weapons with this Enhancement have an easier time applying massive amounts of blunt damage to people, objects, and structures. Attacks made with this weapon cause massive physical trauma against objects or people who have no hit preventions to prevent Bludgeoning damage causing people to be launched a Medium distance or forced prone and cause heavy structural damage like breaking through walls, destroying columns, etc. Can be applied to weapons that deal Bludgeoning damage.

From one surprise to another. Now Ambika could not help but wonder how she even survived her past experiences dealing with superior fighters. Probably luck, desperation and lack of inhibitions against murder. Mainly that last one, if she had to guess. But she knew the blasted blessing was coming, and so she braced herself for the redoubled pain as her internals went into overtime trying to keep the blood flowing. The regrets surrounding entering the pits were beginning to surface in her mind, the weaknesses of her old, aching heart desiring release from this cruel world. And yet she must persevere, for the sake of her only remaining child.

Shadows. Ambika needed shadows. It mattered not if Sarne could detect her through other means, the only thing that mattered for her now was to expand her options. With that, she would throw the sphere she had hidden in her palm the entire time[1] in a curveball that flew in the exact opposite direction of where Baird was coming from, then threw an obscuring flashbang[2] diagonally from where Sarne stood, careful to angle it just outside Baird's field of vision and leapt right into that[3] without hesitation.

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[1]Improvisation Engineer: Glass Sphere + Crude Gunpowder + Flash Powder (hidden using Quick Palm back in Turn 1)

[2]Improvisation Engineer: Glass Sphere + Smoke Powder + Flash Powder
[3]Long Stride (from Turn 5)

Sarne thought he had everything figured out with the two opponents he had stepped into the ring with, but it was not to be. Ambika, now he, has nicked name the Spider for her jumping and use of her tools and surprised Sarne with the two flashbangs. The bright light made him see spots, and the explosives disoriented him, but he could still track where the balls came from. He could feel where Ambika moved, too. Then she vanished somehow, maybe the shadows, he thought.

[1] Light pulsed out from him. He could now see images again in his mind as the light pierced through the fighting pit. Illuminating Ambika and Baird in his mind. Sarne was starting to feel the strain of fighting both of the recruits. Not to self, he thought. Do not take on two recruits again.

[2] Sarne could feel the power of Baird's fist coming at him. With just a thought, the gold shimmering wall moved to take the impact of the punches. There was a slight glow from where the wall was impacted. If he had not done that, he was sure he would have been knocked onto his back with the impact of the punches.

[3] The feathery angelic wings started shrinking into Sarne's back, disappearing as the light calmed and disappeared. Sarne was on the ground again.

[1] Passive: The owner can use a celestial light location while the wings are open. You send out celestial Light waves that bounce off objects, illuminating them to you. This allows you to detect any creature in a 500-foot range.

[2] wall of light 1/3 Posts
[3] Graft Feathery Angelic Wings 3/3 end

    It was so difficult for Baird to wrap his mind around the ineffective assault. The inadvertent confluence of Ambika and his efforts to merely survive or whittle down Sarne's immaculate prowess. For now the fury holds, but what about the moment after? The fight fades fast when fatigue and numbing cold spreads from digits to limb. One more assault before the question peels away at Baird's thirst for victory.

All the while, Mors was in a delirium. He faintly remembers his life as a tool of destruction. So many years as a master of inflicting and consuming fear. Even as he hated his purpose, he took great pride in the execution. Now look at what he is worth. A dangling head and pair of limp wings, having nearly gotten himself, and Baird, killed with a reckless strategy.

    Another flash of blows.^[1] Just like the opulent door to an estate, or the body of a backstabbing monster, or the beasts Baird hoped to quickly alleviate of pain. Today is the day that teaches a harsh lesson. Few problems can be so simply resolved by a bundle of fists moving quick enough. Soon, Baird would have to find a new way to outgrow the animal wrapped around the man. For now, all he can do is throw fist after fist in hopes of breaking through.

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Juggernaut's Fury: 1/2

Minor Wounds: Arms x2, Head, Chest

Minor Damage x4 [Fighting Wraps (Exalted Unarmed, Small, Bludgeoning, Bashing)] targeting Lord Sarne Sequoia

Truth be told, Ambika never liked the light, though she has always had to live with it. The desert sands made for painfully reflective surfaces that saw fit to cause glares and dancing mirages, and darkness was far from a conducive environment for most people so lights were a given for the night until people were ready to retire. Probably why she found the shadows so comforting to hide herself in for all her life. Even now, the only lights she could go beyond tolerating were those from her family, and even then it was not all of the time. Peace was an expensive luxury then, though she would have never traded it away for all the silence she knew now.

Within the smoky shadows, Ambika was one with the darkness[1], and with that darkness she would move herself right onto the edge of Sarne's shadows[2], her crossbow trained right at his armour with another spiky payload[3]. Would she regret this? Probably. If she could make the noble bleed even once, she would consider that enough of a win for today.

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[1]Shadow Manipulation (Passive)

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You can manipulate shadows that you are a part of or are touching with the umbral magic of the Shadow Dancers. When you are a part of a shadow, cross over one, or manipulate a shadow as part of another ability from this class, you gain one Umbral Mote. You can only have a maximum of four Umbral Motes at a time and can only gain a maximum of two per post. Each shadow can only give you one Umbral Mote per thread, meaning you must traverse through a new shadow every time you want to gain an Umbral Mote. By expending an Umbral Mote, you can perform one of the following:

[2]Umbral Movement

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You can move from one shadow to another instantaneously so long as it is within a short distance of you.

[3]Obsidian Arrow x1 (2 remaining)

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Long, slim pieces of carved deadwood fitted with thin, obsidian arrowheads. These obsidian arrowheads can be used like a normal arrow, but are crafted and fine-tuned to explode upon impact with hard object(s). Shooting an obsidian arrow into any surface as hard, or harder than stone, will cause the arrowhead to explode— sending sharp scatterings of shrapnel and splinters of deadwood into anyone and anything within a 5 foot radius.

Major Wounds: 1/2

Minor Wounds: 2/3

Major damage incoming for Sarne and Ambika