Okayyy. I forgot to do this last time **hides** so heh heh, ignore that.
Zeva © to me, Magus, Lucca, Frog, etc. belong to someone else.. Chrono
Triggerness?
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"So, was that the only time you met?" asked Lucca.
"No, there were four, or five more times. The second time, we were preparing for battle. I was watching her teaching the youngest mystics how to handle a sword."
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"No! Not like that! You'll chop off your own legs!!" Zeva berated a young boy.
"Why do we even need swords? We have magic! We won't get close enough to use swords at all!" he complained.
She considered, and glanced at Magus out of the corner of her eye, "How strong is your magic?" she asked the boy.
"Pretty strong." he said confidently.
"Compared to Magus's magic?"
He looked down, "Not very."
She grinned, "Does Magus carry a weapon?"
"Well, yes." he started.
"And yet his magic is stronger than yours." she interrupted.
He sighed. Zeva put a clawed finger to her lips and grinned, revealing fangs.
"Watch this." she whispered.
Zeva disappeared, reappearing a few feet behind Magus. She snuck up behind him silently and grabbed him around the neck. Magus twisted, and ducked violently, throwing her to the ground. She still held onto his neck, scrabbling in the dirt. The flat of Magus's scythe hit her shoulder, knocking her off. The mystic leader put the blade to her throat.
"Nice try Zeva." he laughed.
"I thought so too. And I liked that throw, Oh Great Leader." she smirked.
He helped her up, and she went back to the boy who had complained.
"If Magus hadn't had his scythe, he might not have won. Magic is no help when your enemy is so close. Now, try again." she ordered.
**later that night**
Magus patrolled the camp. The mystics would attack in one week, and they were ahead of schedule for marching. He heard a swishing noise behind him. He knew it was Zeva's cloak before he turned.
"What is it now? Another attack?" he inquired, blue hair blowing in his face as he turned.
"No. Magus, I want you to give the mystics a new order. Tell them that they all need a weapon, a blade of some sort. Please!" She impatiently brushed a few strands of hair from her face, "The young ones have no clue what they're doing, and some of them are barely fifteen! If they don't know how to use it, I'll teach them. If you don't do this, you'll lose a lot more soldiers than you would otherwise." she warned.
"Quite an argument." he murmured.
They stood in silence for a few minutes.
"Please Magus." she whispered.
He reassured her, "Of course. I'll give the order tomorrow. And point them all in your direction."
"Thank you."
"Anytime. Though where, might I ask, are you going to get all these weapons?"
Her fangs gleamed in a grin, "I have connections."
The next day, Magus did as he had promised, ordering all mystics to either get a weapon, or be sent home. Zeva did have connections, as she knew Slash. He supplied swords, rapiers, sabres, cutlasses, dirks, daggers, pikes, spears, javelins, and much more, in huge quantities. And another mystic supplied them with bows, and crossbows. Zeva had her work cut out for her, as the number of students she had went up by more than six score.
"No, there were four, or five more times. The second time, we were preparing for battle. I was watching her teaching the youngest mystics how to handle a sword."
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"No! Not like that! You'll chop off your own legs!!" Zeva berated a young boy.
"Why do we even need swords? We have magic! We won't get close enough to use swords at all!" he complained.
She considered, and glanced at Magus out of the corner of her eye, "How strong is your magic?" she asked the boy.
"Pretty strong." he said confidently.
"Compared to Magus's magic?"
He looked down, "Not very."
She grinned, "Does Magus carry a weapon?"
"Well, yes." he started.
"And yet his magic is stronger than yours." she interrupted.
He sighed. Zeva put a clawed finger to her lips and grinned, revealing fangs.
"Watch this." she whispered.
Zeva disappeared, reappearing a few feet behind Magus. She snuck up behind him silently and grabbed him around the neck. Magus twisted, and ducked violently, throwing her to the ground. She still held onto his neck, scrabbling in the dirt. The flat of Magus's scythe hit her shoulder, knocking her off. The mystic leader put the blade to her throat.
"Nice try Zeva." he laughed.
"I thought so too. And I liked that throw, Oh Great Leader." she smirked.
He helped her up, and she went back to the boy who had complained.
"If Magus hadn't had his scythe, he might not have won. Magic is no help when your enemy is so close. Now, try again." she ordered.
**later that night**
Magus patrolled the camp. The mystics would attack in one week, and they were ahead of schedule for marching. He heard a swishing noise behind him. He knew it was Zeva's cloak before he turned.
"What is it now? Another attack?" he inquired, blue hair blowing in his face as he turned.
"No. Magus, I want you to give the mystics a new order. Tell them that they all need a weapon, a blade of some sort. Please!" She impatiently brushed a few strands of hair from her face, "The young ones have no clue what they're doing, and some of them are barely fifteen! If they don't know how to use it, I'll teach them. If you don't do this, you'll lose a lot more soldiers than you would otherwise." she warned.
"Quite an argument." he murmured.
They stood in silence for a few minutes.
"Please Magus." she whispered.
He reassured her, "Of course. I'll give the order tomorrow. And point them all in your direction."
"Thank you."
"Anytime. Though where, might I ask, are you going to get all these weapons?"
Her fangs gleamed in a grin, "I have connections."
The next day, Magus did as he had promised, ordering all mystics to either get a weapon, or be sent home. Zeva did have connections, as she knew Slash. He supplied swords, rapiers, sabres, cutlasses, dirks, daggers, pikes, spears, javelins, and much more, in huge quantities. And another mystic supplied them with bows, and crossbows. Zeva had her work cut out for her, as the number of students she had went up by more than six score.
