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They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Straightening his collar, he swaggered his way toward Reiko and said with a smile, “Hello, Ms. Hara. I am Draig Tenby. “I understand your intention, but you don’t have to apologize. “Jiro and I got into a little spat at Bronze Sparrow. He simply lost to me in a fight, so I wouldn’t say that it was more than a slight physical altercation.”

But the group all stopped in their tracks as a single man otherwise known as Mizuki Itou stood blocking their way, armed with a pair of silver hand daggers, a nonchalant look on his face. “My apologies,” said Mizuki, not really sounding sorry at all. “But the members of Hati aren’t here today. And neither are the Phantoms. If you people are still looking for a fight, then I’ll be your opponent.” Mizuki smirked as the group before him tensed, and he spun the daggers in between his fingers. “I might be a little rusty in combat because I’m kind of out of practice, but you’ll still do well to not underestimate a former member of the Phantoms!” He pointed one of his daggers at the group, a danger