Rain pelted the earth below creating a musical nature as it beat down without a set rhythme or tune but a wild barbaric tone. Beads of water bullets as thick as the golden bar of currency Claymore carried swept across the entire forest untainted by civilization.

Mud strewn earth clogging up with each footstep, the claymores marched on one by one each from different sections and some from directly Sutafu. Its been almost a year since a force this great had been gathered and the last time, if memory served right, it was by sheer luck that there were so few a casualties. Many escaped with minor injuries while very few actually lost their lives within Fiduc walls.

One by one the numbers grew as the warriors gathered at the designated point where the hit teams were supposed to be briefed by not one but three Handlers. Ermita's group being the first few to have arrived earlier waited as they set camp around the edge of the cliff overlooking their next destination where the mission will take place. Everything seemed like the usual protocol for a group mission indeed with little noticeable changes.

The familiar faces merged one after another with a few not so familiar ones that walked amongst the group. It didn't take anymore than 2 guesses at what type of mission awaited them since only Awakened Beings warranted such a large attack force or were they really the only reasons? In any case, it was clear that the lower numbers in the society of Claymores served a useful role indeed. Green troops used as cannon fodder only to lure out the bigger games for the main hunters...

That was the circumstances that Sisteena could make out from her last group mission. In all honesty, the Organization wasn't too interested in the safety of their warriors from past, nor were they in the slightest awed at all by the high casualties rate. Through time she learnt the hard way that the Organization only informed their subordinates only what they needed to know, no more or no less.

But perhaps this mission would prove to be different compared to the previous one from before. If one thing was different about the nature of this task force, there was three strong warriors, including herself, along with one warrior of unknown rank that exerted a monstrous yoki...

Advancing the way she was, Sisteena couldn't make out the full potentials just by watching the cloaked figure from high above the trees whilst overlooking her surroundings. From the branch she sat from, she could barely see beyond the forest where the city of Igros lied but that didn't provide her with any clues as to what they would be doing there.

It appeared as a peaceful town and despite the rain shower, the markets still appeared busy regardless at such a late night. But of course, it was bustling with pilgrims everyday perhaps just as much as the holy city of Rabona.

Clergymen jostled here and there going on about their own daily business and from where Sisteena stood, the city seemed peaceful on first glance. Unlike Rabona it didn't seemed like there were any military force within the city but she thought otherwise. Priests of Fara Clergy, an opposing faction of the religious turf wars to the Rabonians were not simple philosophers and boy lovers like the priest that served in the Church of Rabona.

They were trained not only in the teachings of their God but in the way of the sword and combat. The self pro-claimed army of god and not just scholars but templars in their own right, brothers with the same beliefs yet only separated by different methods of worship. The Claymore organization never picked sides, helping either factions when a mutilated body prompted either religion to make a request. The tension between Rabonians and Fara Clergy from Sisteena's memory spurred almost 200 years ago when the Church of Rabona captured and burned St.Fara under the suspicion of heresy as well as being the center figure of paganism.

A hero that saved ancient Igros was set to fire and burned alive and that infuriated the religious faction of Fara Clergy; and to this day its widely know that the Clergymen of the Fara faction won't hesitate in taking the life of a Rabonian Emissary should they find a disciple unarmed and without visible guards. Before she had time to think more about the city however, Ermita addressed the Claymores from below, ready to hold audience with the warriors before dispatching them to their given mission.

Ermita stood amongst the warriors that gathered under the makeshift shelter his subordinates prepared. He's seen what each and everyone of them were capable of and some he paid closer attention to not from the bottom of his fatherly heart spawned from his relationship with his creations but due to the danger that was always present with Claymores who lived long enough to know how the Organization worked their insurgeons.

As a fellow Handler, he knew the quotes they passed around one another all the time "Best Claymores aren't strong warriors but warriors who doesn't live too long." Frankly to his discomfort, some lived alittle longer than to his liking amongst the group gathered today. Nevertheless it was noted that today's mission was not going to be a easy one to achieve and surely he expected at the very least half of the numbers to have depleted by the end of the mission. Urgency of the mission prompted all and irrelevent losses to be assigned to the mission, this batch was no different from the last group sent that vanished into thin air.

THUD!

A loud rude awakening of a fist cracked a ribcage of one of the warriors now fallen onto the mud strewn ground coughing up blood and gagging for air. Judging from the look on the face and symbol Ermita never seen the new child previously which would only mean it had to be a younger Claymore either ranked or will be ranked after this mission. A devil's own luck if the boy survived with all limbs still intact. Just as Ermita mused himself with the violent display before him, another kick flew up, connecting with the boy's jaws and was brought down almost immediately before he could act, back onto the back of the boy's head to crush it down leaving a fine splatter of rain filtered mud all over his face and surroundings. It wasn't everyday Ermita would have expected to see a dominatrix kicking around a man with the soles of her heel. Violence amongst the ranks was all the more natural in most if not all events more than two Claymores were gathered for a awakened being hunts. This was no exception.

"Stop, We did not gather you lot to engage in mud wrestling." A short man in the black cloak stepped in between the young male and the proud female in order to quell the fight lest it become a catalyst to let other Claymores to pick a bone with one another. Orsay the Handler was a man with little tolerance, short in stature he wasn't a big fan of a chicken fight breaking out between the Ranks of Claymore. Ermita try as he might couldn't bring himself to agree since fights amongst themselves would filter unecessary trash.

Alas however it was Rado who settled the final blow as he stood up from his meditation, displaying his full height and the imposing mask that often caught the awe of newcomers. It was taken note of that Orsay despised his fellow Handler but if he did he dared not show it.

"Take lightly of our commands and risk death." If Ermita thought Orsay had little tolerance Rado managed to take a step further always. For newborns it might just do the trick with Rado's strange appearance while a sure way of instilling fear into the hearts of a average rank warrior stood in the form of a 7 foot wall of killing machine equipped with a gigantic two handed sword that surpassed anything the Claymores of ordinary strength wore around their back. The sword itself was as wide as a man and thicker than the reinforced steel doors that kept wild Claymore newborns from escaping. The man if anything was a real piece of work, a fearsome figure just by his physique alone let alone his choice of butchery. Arngrim stood behind his personal Handler with his arms crossed against his broad chest and with eyes that looked at the lower rankers with boredom.

Now that the riot was quelled with the arrival of their much beloved executioner, Ermita gathered his voice to start the briefing.

"As you may or may not know already, this mission is a group orientated mission that will split the task force gathered here today into 4 different teams. Each commanded by a Higher ranking warrior starting from the highest to the 3 that are most suitable for the position at hand. For the newcomers who came as the Aids you will also be exercised in today's mission as part of the ordinary task force for temporary as we lack the numbers to properly engage the mission. Failure to follow orders or should you have a inkling of a thought to run away, the man behind Handler Rado will be sent to make quick work of you much before you escape no further than 10kms. Further instructions will be announced to you by your respective captains."






.:Agatha:.

It was a pathetic sight befitting of the environment and horrid weather. The moment she surveyed her surroundings to study her task force issued by the organization all Agatha could do was sigh in frustration. She didn't know whether the old men had gone senile or if they'd been serious abotu this mission. "They'd send out a battalion to capture 2 runaways?" Not only did she find the whole idea of this mission ridiculous she started to doubt if her presence was necessary if at all. It was tempting to simply let the rookies handle the whole operation by themselves or switch places with Arngrim seeing as he had the less troublesome task ahead of him.

Regardless of her own personal thoughts about the mission, the chief's orders were final. Even so, she found it intolerable to be working with the unranked wet nosed trainees yet to earn their insignias.

"Pathetic" she muttered under her breath. Had Ermita heard the No.2's personal opinion regarding the mission he showed no sign or indication of over hearing her.

Agatha's cold piercing gaze studied the symbols of the ranked Claymores whilst suppressing her own yoki in order to read her subordinates with a clearer mind. Her calm stoic face gazed over at the group standing before her, searching for the higher ranks that she deemed most suitable to lead.

Excluding No.7 Mr.Globe contestent Sisteena, Kaiserin and Lindy came into her mind. Having already once met them one way or another whether it be spying on them at from distance with Ermita or working with them directly in a Awakened Being hunts she began to read out their names to beckon them forward. "No.10 Sisteena, No.13 Kaiserin, No. 16 Lindy come forth and assume your positions as captains for this operations."

"We are gathered here today under Chief Rimuto's orders to retrieve two of our brethren rumored to be hiding within the city of Igros below us." Her pretty face showed sign of annoyance from the simple mission but nevertheless she continued with the briefing.

"The city as you might already know does not welcome Claymores much like the religious sects of Rabona hence to gather intel and move out we will lead a team to act under cover while another will draw out the city's own militia into the open to reduce security for our investigative team to infiltrate. While lacking in number of official armed footmen unlike Rabona note that the city's priests are highly trained in both studies and formiddable swordplay hence should you be chosen to infiltrate I will advise you to act under the suppressent pill at all times. One team will arouse their attention by dressing ourselves in holy robes we've acquired from Rabona whilst riding past in minimum distance away from Igros. Should an encounter be evident you may choose to fight but be wary by the strict law that governs us all we may not take a single human life. Teams led by me and Sisteena will either join the infiltration or be on standby until the strike team is to pursue the runaways. This is a four away operation, failure to accept orders from your superiors are in no way to be tolerated."

And with the briefing having closed to a end, Agatha began to assign the names of Claymores to their respective captains....





.:Sisteena:.

Sisteena jumped down from the branch she had perched on whilst overlooking their destinations and trying in vain to pinpoint their target. She heard the gist of it from Rubel on earlier nights thought she'd never imagined she would be working with a large group let alone lead them. It was a moderate jump as trees in these parts were as tall as giants of mythology in comparism to the trees she remembered seeing in the eastern continents.

She broke her fall gently like a cat jumping down from the balcony of a 2 story building. A shock would have normally shattered a human's ankle absorbed the impact easily as it travelled through her legs and nullified by the time it reached her lower hips. Having a good control over one's yoki manipulation of their body was afterall fundamentals expected of their ranks.

Standing close to Agatha as forementioned captain of this mission she stood studying her superior rank. Her first examination of Agataha was nothing short of surprises. Had Sisteena been misinformed, she may have mistaken Agatha for a warrior few ranks below her. So what made her special she questioned. A immediate answer that struck her was an obvious one. 2 of the standard issue claymore swords hung closely strapped to Agatha's back and just as expected the symbols on two swords were different, indicating one had belonged to another.

If her memories served right, she recalled a running rumor amongst the warriors whom previously worked with Agatha in regards to the mystery sword hanging next to Agatha's own.

Among the most popular theories, some claimed the sword had once belonged to her fallen friend, one who died in Agatha's arms during a dangerous mission. It was led to believed Agatha took up the sword of her fallen friend out of vengence to the awakened beings.

Other veterans whom lived long enough deducted that finding a fallen warrior's weapon was sometimes possible as claymores that slowly awakened discarded their swords in the process. Very few disregarded the popular ideas and came to their own conclusions.

Common knowledge amongst the ranked warriors were the bare facts surrounding the circumstances of how Agatha came into power. Facts such as by the time Agatha filled the No.2 rank, the position had remained vacant months prior to her promotions with all records pertaining the former No.2 forgotten amongst the low ranks and trainees. That was roughly about the time when Sisteena's generation underwent the harsh graduation ceremony resulting in many deaths. Coincidentally, the day Agatha had filled the shoes of the old No.2, No.4 was reported to have been killed in action during a awakened being hunt. That much had been easily investigated through examining the records of the archives.

It was only due to Rubel's occassional slip of the tongue that Sisteena learned Agatha had been assigned to the former No.4 as No.15 during that particular hunt. Connecting the facts and rumors to paint a theory, Sisteena found a darker rumor as opposed to the more popular beliefs. One rumor she decided to take it with her to her graves rather than risk telling a soul about it.

Blood Red Agatha or Fresh Blood Agatha she was called and though Sisteena had never witnessed the true fighting potentials of Agatha, she heard enough passing of words to know how Agatha earned such a title. It was noted that brutality of Agatha's nature far exceeded any of the whole 47 of their ranks. Known to engage in a full scale combat with awakened beings regardless of locations, Agatha had no qualms about leveling a city to the ground with little hesitation disregarding whether or not her pray held a live hostage. A unwavering sword that ensured absolute victory at any costs. She outlived the much due execution to everyone's surprise using the Awakened Beings who killed without discrimination as a reason for her to engage in full combat the way she did. And as such Agatha was sent only on missions where infestation of yoma was no longer containable or locations requiring total annhilation in otherwords a blood bath. The fact that Agatha was leading the operations either meant the rumors were largely exagerrated or the nature of the mission required success at all costs. At any rate it was evident by Agatha's expression that this very mission didn't interest her at all.

OOC: If everyone can post a short intro about what they've been doing up until this point it would be appreciated. Those who just got ranks can tell tales of their first jobs etc, those still in a training mission try to keep the past vague, but feel free to post a short intro anyway.

Kaiserin

At first, no one took notice of Kaiserin as she wondered around the area aimlessly. She tried not to break anything, but it seemed like whenever she got close to something that could break she would come close. Eventually she decided to stay put and look like she belonged. The important thing to do, is to look like you're at home. No one bothered someone who looked like they knew where they were going after all.

She noted several new faces and some old faces. It was hard to make friends or even get someone attentive to talk too (Tanit was no good, since he spent most of his time covering Kaiserin's tracks). Everyone was so closed off, trying not to let the pain show on their faces, as they put on masks of strength along with a wall to keep everyone out. Very few had not done this, but finding them was harder than it looked.

The wall and mask were like drawing a line in the sand. The one that clearly said this is Mine, and that is Yours. Trespass on Mine, and you'll get Yours. It had gotten quite lonely, the missions she was sent on from that day had been nothing short of hellish.

Remembering that mission, she looked around to see if she could find some of the warriors that were sent with her. Surely enough she did. Like a light in the darkness, Cecily stood out to Kaiserin. Hair braided to one side, portions of her suit were black and of course, daggers at her waist.

'That's Cecily...it must be,' Kaiserin mentally noted her position, though she was likely to move she wouldn't forget her anytime soon 'I wonder if anyone else is around...'

Kaiserin cautiously walked around the settlement, mainly for fear of breaking anything important looking, though one would think that she was being cautious due to all the fights that had erupted out of no where.

'Looks like people are out to prove themselves' And this thought was pretty close to the truth. But as quick as her metabolism, that thought vanished from her head (like most of her thoughts) as she saw a few more familiar faces.

'Sisteena...? Umm... Lindy...? an~d Ack?' The last one wasn't right at all. 'Arc? I think.'

Sisteena and Lindy had also been chosen for the hellish missions. She had seen them quite a few times, the aura surrounding Sisteena was frightening and she had an incredible amount of Yoki. She could definitely attain single digit status, though she was only a rank away from doing so. Lindy on the other hand, was social and very approachable. Though her yoki wasn't as strong as Sisteena's she definitely had a strength of character that Sisteena lacked. And Arc looked solemn as always, though he was still alive, so he must be doing well.

There was also another person. This Person exemplified the fear that every warrior needs to have in regards to another. This Person felt, in fact, more like a monster then Kaiserin ever did. This Person, was not someone to be crossed. The name of This Person eluded her (she had already settled, on calling her 'This Person'), but for all Kaiserin cared it was probably better that way. If she listened more to the bigwigs who talked, she would have probably picked it up at some point or another. But as things stood, this was fine.

Though the people were hugely suspect, Kaiserin looked forward to this mission, as it felt like it was the closest she would get to doing anything normal. Normal being an insane comparison to actual normal.

(OOC by Hynavian: Place character name atop please, thanks)

The rain descended from the heavens, falling forth in torrents, creating a path into the sky. Without uttering words, Ariel gazed at the sky, allowing the large droplets of water to land on her face, her eyes occasionally opening to see the rain coming down. The drops caused little pain, and amidst the grey skies, the dull scenery, Ariel’s silver eyes glimmered. Like pools of silver liquid, they surfaces rippled, gazing serenely. Little emotion was reflected in their clear depths, yet they still twinkled with a mysterious light.

Raising her hand, the warrior brushed back a strand of wet hair, the wispy, golden-white threads falling elegantly behind her, extending just below her shoulders. And as her gloved hand made contact with her hair, she averted her gaze, looking forward, where the large multitude of Claymores gathered. With a soft grin, she traced the insignia on her chest, inhaling the air, letting it fill her lungs.

The rotting stench was strangely absent, or at least covered, for by now, Ariel had grown accustomed to it. The stench was present whenever she was sent on missions alone, for it was the stench of the corrupted Yoma, the beasts whose only choice was to end their lives beneath her blade. The absence of the stench felt as though something were missing, as if something crucial to her life had been taken away.

And as Ariel stood there, the rain consistently falling, engulfing her being in its torrent, her mind slowly began to drift, memories surfacing.

After a day’s march Ariel had finally reached the Village. She could sense the youki emanating from the village, stronger than before. She could make out that there were at least a few yoma that inhabited the village. Letting out a sigh, she began to walk into the village, where each and every eye was trained on her. And rather than react, Ariel simply continued to walk, her face lacking most expression, and her silver eyes pulsating with anxiousness. Those silver eyes roamed to and fro, observing those who watched her. Surprisingly, there were few citizens left, perhaps ten at most, and as she reached the center of the village, she was met by four of them, all very old.

“We are glad that you could come. As you can see, this village is small, and many lives have been lost because of the attack. We believe that the yoma is in there.” The oldest of the four said, stepping forward, and pointing to a small, oddly shaped stone building that was not far from where they stood. “If you could go in and take care of it before night, we would be forever grateful.” The man bowed low, and Ariel nodded, walking in the direction of the building.

The door to the building was low, and narrow, and once inside, Ariel realized that it was much smaller than it looked. No light shone in, for the windows had been boarded up, and the enterance sealed by a large stone door. The only connection to the outside world was a tall chimney at one end. Ariel smiled, and calmly walked in, the metallic sound of her boots on the stone resonating throughout the air.

Outside the hut, all 8 of the villagers had gathered around, crowding around the hut. Slowly, the moments ticked by, as if they were being dragged through molasses, passing ever so lethargically. Sweat began to form on the brows of each villager, and as murmurs of unease filled the air, one of the villagers stepped forward.

He was a short, young man, clothed in fairly elegant attire. Some dirt clung to his face, but other than that, he seemed respectable. One could barely make out the shape of muscles beneath his clothing, and wiping his brow free of sweat, he stepped forward. “I guess I’ll go check on her then…” The villagers voiced no dissent, and so, the man stepped forward again, opening the door. All the villagers saw was a glint of light before he entered fully, closing the door behind him. Almost as soon as the door swung shut, a horrible scream came from within. It was neither that of a man, nor that of a woman, for it was something otherworldly. A chill ran along the spine of each villager, and a soft squelching sound was barely audible.

With the tension building, the door creaked open, Ariel stepping forth. Her long blade was held in her hand, blood dripping off of its surface. The silver metal glinted with light, and her silver eyes sparkled with delight. The white of her outfit had been stained a dark purple in a few places, but no wounds adorned her body. Shock cruelly took hold of each villager, and the sound of few retching, their lunches coming forth, could be heard.

“A man in black will come for the payment. Pay him then.” With those words, those frigid, alien words, Ariel calmly walked past the villagers, and as she did so, she wiped her blade clean, running it along the fabric of two villagers, freeing it of the dark Yoma blood. Again, the silver surface shone, and sheathing the blade, she exited the village.

Behind her, the villagers clambered to peer into the hut, and what they saw was the form of a Yoma, split in two, its guts scattered throughout the room, no life in its eyes. Few villagers broke down in tears, and the rest only held their breath in mournful silence.

Ariel could recognize few forms amongst the crowd, and the rest were unfamiliar. Smirking, she walked forward, just as the handlers began to speak, edging her way closer to the one she related most to, Lina, and remaining calm throughout the speech, she watched the scene unfold, her thoughts hidden from view.

.::Lindy::.

Looking around at the many who had gathered, the nostalgia and memories crept back to her. The previous rounds that she was gathered like this; she did not have a pleasant experience. She was fortunate enough to survive them and she had prepared herself for more to come. However, when it came upon her, she couldn’t help but worry, not only for herself but also for the many others who were present. She had learnt of the harsh reality, where she was merely a pawn in the organization’s eyes, the hard way. In the last major mission, she was chased by forces or creatures which she could not identify. Rats! Rats of human-size and they strike with brute force. Not only that, her team had to face a comrade gone wrong for he had sadistic tendencies and were trying to pick them off one by one. She was always the chosen one out of the many to be sent into the jaws of death, she didn’t know whether to rejoice or to be in despair to be entrusted with such great tasks.

Some of them stood together, in cliques, just like how old friends would gather. The excitement, curiosity and fear from the troops. She looked around for her “clique” but it wasn’t there; she wasn’t sure whether she had one in the first place. Acquaintances maybe, but cliques…well not the most appropriate word to have for a warrior. Here, the many warriors were gathered. However, she felt that it was akin to bad omens if her memory had served her well. Such a large gathering would only mean that there would be more bloodshed later. It would be a tough battle ahead, lots of blood will be spilled and there will be many limbs flying all over. Even a fool would realize that the mission would be dangerous and life-threatening.

Her gaze skipped from face to face as she quickly registered the many expressions, the many new comrades whom she might need to work with later. However, most of their faces were alien, not even acquaintances. Among the many ranked and unranked, there were few whom she recognized. Though it was only a handful, it did give her the necessary psychological assurance for she spotted Sisteena, Cecily and Alerian, all of them looking as attentive as ever. One particular Yoki had been bothering her for all the while as it was overwhelming large, belonging to a warrior who was stronger than any one of them there. If she must find a word to describe it, it would be “monstrous”. Her aimless wanderings were cut brief as the one with the “monstrous Yoki” commanded her to step forward and to lead a team. A curious Lindy looked at the other team leaders for brief moments so that she would be able to identify them later in the mission. The commander had Yoki so monstrous that she was "identifiable". Sisteena, she could remember for they did meet many times before; as for the other smaller figure...

“That must be Kaiserin,” Lindy made a mental note while she stepped forth to join the two higher rankers. Kaiserin was relatively smaller in built as compared to the average female warriors but even so, Lindy felt strength radiating from Kaiserin. It didn’t seem like she would be in a team with either Sisteena or Kaiserin. Neither would she be teamed with the one who was giving orders. What was her name? Lindy dare not ask for she could feel hostility and impatience from the “monstrous” commander.

“New team mates…hmph…a fresh beginning,” and she waited optimistically for them to join her.

Arc

After the hellish mission in the castle in which he had to face a massive giant in which no normal attack work. A mission that he was luckily escaped with his life and lost a friend due to becoming useless after using his formal skill. During the time afterwards Arc developed a new ability that more suited his character. For a defensive warrior to use a offensive skill taught to him by an offensive warrior was a mistake on his part. However now he has shadow dance which works out much better.

After many trials and test during his minor jobs Arc had attempted to perfected his skill. Even assisting in a training mission in which he encounter the yoma that had stolen his sword during his own training mission and was causing problems for the trainees. "I had managed to stop him from interfering further however, it escaped leaving me wondering why I cared enough to chase it as far as I did. But that is a question to think on for another time. Now let's see about the current mission at hand." Arc thought as he waited for an explanation of the mission.

After the mission was explained Arc scanned his comrades and wondered, "It looks like there are a quite many warriors here I don't know. And some I sort of know like, Lindy, Cecily, Alerian and a few other who's names escape me but I recognized the faces. There is also one lady who I don't know but, her yoki is massive and draw your eye to her like a moth to a flame. She for some reason cause a slight chill me but, I can't tell why? I wounder who I am going to be assigned with?" Arc waited to find out who he would be teamed with.

(OOC by Hynavian: Place character name atop please, thanks)

Alone, living that lonely existence along the edge of awareness, that was how Mara operated. She preferred it when no one had any knowledge of her presence though she had no doubt that the four captains of the hunting squads could detect her presence in this place. They were her superiors and it was only right and proper that she should not keep such petty secrets from them. To any of the lower-ranked warriors, she was simply "not there" as her Occultation allowed her to conceal herself and they were likely distracted talking amongst themselves anyway. In any case, she would reveal herself when the time came to do so but for now, she shunned the company of her fellow soldiers.

In fact, she shunned the company of everyone; there were whispers amongst the numerous watchers and handlers of the Organisation that she was becoming further and further removed from the life of a human. They said she would soon hold no empathy for humans and would not understand what it was like to be a warrior. Already they could see it happening - in the forests she had tracked down a renegade, a traitor to the Organisation, and had paid the price for sparing her when she turned out to be a yoma of tremendous power. Amongst the desert sands she had run yoma into the ground, destroying them without regard for the safety of the caravans she was expected to protect. Relying on others to fill in the gaps in her plans.

In fact, Mara often wondered if the Organisation even cared what she did, so long as she hunted down and killed yoma. No matter, there was only one truth to her and that truth was duty. She was created to hunt monsters and that was what she would do.

Taking a moment to take in the scene before her, Mara realised that she had never seen a hunting team for an Awakened Being, whom the Organisation termed 'voracious eaters', before, let alone four of them. She knew none of the captians or who they might be but she recognised many of the newly promoted neophytes, younger warriors who had just earned their ranks or those who had been in the same class as her. She felt no attachement to them as she had never really met them, having been laid onto the ground and bled half to death before she could regenerate her wounds. She saw Alerian and Siegfried, milling about the crowd and going about their own business while Lina and Ariel, the trainees she had once been sent to observe, sticking close to each other, no doubt forged in the furnace of battle by shared experiences.

Still she waited, as she always did whenever a mission was about to start. She waited for the strongest to reveal themselves and to know just who her allies were in this. She waited in a calm, relaxed pose at the edge of the camp, seeming completely at ease with her surroundings to those who could actually see her. "The hunt begins soon, and for it we gather an army of the untested, the untried, and the weak. Yet still we will win. Anything else is unacceptable."

Cecily ~’{@

The weather was as gloomy as ever. Downpours were one of Cecily’s despised ambiances. The wayward droplets that got on her head made her hair stick together at the ends. Apparently, her braid was the only that could be disciplined. It was not always like this. Drizzles were not always vehemently despised by the warrior in braids.

A time ago, after the carnage that was Castle Fiduc, Cecily was sent on a small mission, an easier one to soothe the smothering tension. It was a regular mission, a simple yoma hunt. Again it was nothing big; it was just one yoma, a generic one. The task was mediocre to the likes of arrogant single-digits. Even eager lower ranks would deem the job a waste of time, boring, vapid. Nevertheless the blond took the job as if possessed by the need to escape the horrors of the past. Not even the ditty-like sound of card shuffling would wake the blond. She would spend hours and hours on her free time shuffling to no cause. The mission was in a small village, name and location confidential for unknown reasons. Cecily found the target in a wolf’s den in the outskirts of the village… it was all too easy. Operating as normal, she asked the village leader to wait for collector and made her way back to her assigned point. It came to her that she was traveling on her own again. Making her way on foot, alone, it was not the oh-so-needed treatment she sought, so she decided to make a slight detour. There was a diminutive patch of woods near the foot of some hills. It looked like an exciting route, even if it was just tiny bit more exciting. She entered the woods, witnessed the golden curtains of sunlight punch holes through the thin canopy; an enjoyable sight indeed. Cecily decided to stay a while knowing that her post was just a half-day’s walk away. She found herself a comfortable shade under a young birch tree, sat down, sword before her, with her back against the trunk. Later she awoke to the touch of water dripping on her forehead. ”A sun shower…” she thought. Nostalgia ran all over her. There was a mission she had that ended with her resting in the woods… coincidence?

”Whatever it was… it was skilled,” the blond rambled in her head. ”The bloodstains on those trees were filled with yoki, faint but filled nonetheless. A useful technique when tracking and confusing those who can percept the presence of yoki… a mesmeric scarlet trail,” she thought. Breaking off from her flashback she decided to join the crowd of warriors up ahead. It seemed the mission was going to be a big one judging by the number of combatants attending. She joined in the fray hoping to see familiar faces and praying to avoid troublesome situations, all the while sucking the blood from her finger, the one she had pricked.

.:Walter:.

The rain from above his person and all under the steel gray clouds bombarded with an immortal repetition that may as well been the faint and inhumanly fast beat the drums of battle from an immense distance, reminding him as to why others like him were gathered together, and in immense numbers. Only one of the people Walter saw struck any familiarity, and that was Ludwig. But, would Ludwig have recognized him? Walter himself did not know why such a question crossed his mind; after all they both went through the same experience that was necessary for them, in order to pass the mission that would mark them as the ones people called Claymores. But still, it crossed his mind, but Walter did his best to shake the thought away, since it would be difficult enough for them to not remember, so even asking if he had forgotten would be awkward. What happened there was something hellish enough that it would lead an ordinary individual simply insane.

Walter said out in the open that he was ready for anything at that time, but Walter did not realize how difficult it would be to keep his word. He went from perfectly fit to damaging his leg, and even then, one from his companions met a bloody death, the feeling of her yoki falling dead was something strange and horrifying, and probably would not leave the crevices of his mind anytime soon. The ferocity of the attacking yoma was also something that didn’t let go of his memory. But, at the very least, the details weren’t important right now…the big picture, the trainee mission as a whole, was a lesson learned. Casualties were to be expected. The fatal wounds were not going to be something new. That meant a broken bone and even a few lost limbs a day wasn’t going to be anything astonishing at some point in this mission. And it wasn’t going to ease up anytime soon. The fact that so many people like him, probably new to this whole thing and freshly picked as he was, was enough proof. A collection this enormous was not to be wasted on something insignificant.

Walter could not help but feel a monstrous yoki that made all others dwarf in comparison. It sent a terrible chill down his spine, one that made him wish he could just disappear, to become the ghost, which he eventually named his doppelganger ability. But, Walter managed to reassure himself that this monstrous yoki was one that was among his allies…or so he hoped…but, what if he were to witness the one who housed all this yoki in battle? At the very least, he prayed that he would not become a future target of its owner. But, so long as the one who housed this behemoth amount of yoki was on the side of the “Claymores”, should it be something Walter should fear or admire?

He sighed. I shouldn’t be afraid of this…all I have to do is take my part in this mission, and rely on my comrades to take care of their roles. I know it’s gonna be tough…but I said I’d be ready for this, and I’m not gonna take it back. What matters is finishing this mission as soon as possible .He looked up and faced forward. Hope I’m teamed up with people I can get along with. He made himself comfortable, and waited patiently to hear what his superiors had to say, and took the moment to enjoy the soothing feeling of the rain that fell from above.

~.:Ludwig:.~

He walked with the others through the unrelenting rain, over the rough muddy terrain. feeling nothing for the mission like the few other nameless operations before it. Just another assignment, even though this was larger than most he had experienced; rather, it was larger than all he had experienced. He wasn't dissapointed at the oppertunity but it was annoying because he might die this time.

He may have recognized some of the faces walking among the crowd, the only one that stood out was walter who's stare caught his briefly, "so he is here too".
It brought back reminants of that mission; t'was hard to say wether the journey from then was worthwhile, good or bad. But it didn't matter, his past experience was a shroud of death. And though unimportant he couldn't help but find himself back at that place at that time, the claymore flying towards walter and him moving out of the way, what happened next turning into a blur as he came to his senses and stopped cold in the mud as the others had.

Ludwig could feel a monstrous yoki, seemingly a warrior but on a different scale from him. looking around the others had felt the yoki too as they all reacted in different ways but thats all it was to him, a monstrous yoki. Confusing though, it sent shivers down his back though it could have very well been the cold rain on his skin. "I have no reason to fear a comrade do I.

.:Alerian:.

A slim figure of a warrior waited among the crowd of other warriors one could mistaken him for a female if they didn't look at him a closely to realize their mistake. This was the first actual mission he had participated in and made the warrior contemplate on the mistakes he made on his previous ones and vowed that he would not repeat them again.

Scanning the crowd he saw that the mission is comprised by ranked and unranked warrior some of them he knew and the others are new to him. There he saw Lindy, Cecily, Sisteena and Arc the ones he knew in his first training mission. He also saw Mara, Siegfried and Artemis ones that received their ranks the same time as him and he also saw Lina and Ariel the trainees that he watched over. It made him show a slight smile along his face but he made sure the other warriors won't notice it.

Alerian didn't hate the rain nor he did like it the weather only made him think that nature is giving him a warning about this mission. Then when they where brief about the mission that they are to hunt down two runaways it made him think that you won't need a force this size just for a simple hunt they are not telling the whole idea about the mission then he heard that Lindy is to be one of the captains of a group.

"Finally I can keep my promise to her that we will be in the same mission together. But it seem that she is so near yet so far now. he thinks quietly and smiles.

Lenneth

Rain obscured much of her vision but did not impede her ability to sense yoki and what she sense instilled a hint of nervousness through her. Though against that, she hardened her heart and place a stone mask upon her face masking her inexperience.. hopefully...

The trainer had knocked upon their cells and suddenly called upon her to awaken and dress up. That alone surprised her for it had been in the middle of the night and normally they wouldn't bother with tormenting the trainees with more "physical training" or lessons of "yoki" themselves. Lazy jerks the trainers were most of the time and Lenneth had remained out of the black lists for most part of it.

"Get up... Get dressed and there's a mission." the man barked although he himself seem far from inclined to even be there. Doubtless he would preferred to have been in bed. Still, Lenneth complied and hours later, here she was...

Muddy ground, heavy drops of rain pelting upon her body and many other warriors. The first two she could have handled. But... comrades or perhaps more correctly to be said, future comrades. Some looked aloof, some friendly and some looked down right dangerous and others looked as clueless as her. So I'm not the only trainee was the only thought that relieved her... slightly...

.:Siegfried:.

The rain poured down in rapid torrents making it fairly uncomfortable for any person to be walking outside. Coming forth from a part of the woods was none other than Siegfried Schtauffen. Though some warriors present displayed annoyance on their faces, Siegfried wore a smile on his. He looked quite cheerful today. The gloomy weather and settings around the campsite did nothing to dampen Siegfried's seemingly cheerful spirit.

The last mission was a generic 'kill the yoma' mission. Siegfried had finished the mission with relative ease with only minor difficulties. After the burial right which Siegfried bestows upon all his slain enemies, he was asked to join in a small festival the village was throwing. It was the village cheif's way of thanking Siegfried. With nothing better to do, Siegfried decided to hang around for a little bit. It was a lot of fun and since the villagers didn't seem to mind him, Siegfried was given a chance to 'mingle' with the people. It was quite enjoyable. Siegfried rarely ever had a chance to actually socialize with people. Humans find him very intimidating with his massive size, yomas by default don't like him, and his comrades never seem that keen on being very open towards him.

After the little festivities he was told to come here right away. His handler didn't look too happy at seeing him socialize with people, but recalling who this particular warrior was dismissed it as a 'Siegfried thing'. Siegfried didn't know what that was but it appeared to be a coined term he came up with for him, this was either good or very very bad.

Snapping out of his own little world, Siegfried looked around at the many warriors gathered. His smile seemingly grew a little as this was a chance to make new friends, or at least spread his cheerfulness around. Siegfried decided this group was too gloomy and may need a little cheering up. Siegfried had just reached the outskirts of the gathering when he finally got witin range to say hello to someone one of the handlers was announcing the mission. Siegfried stood at a attention and decided to spread his cheerfulness later.

With the breifing done warriors were assigned by a lone female warrior. Siegfried noted the 'monstrous' yoki coming from her. This level of yoki was too big for any normal warrior. This was at a level of a monster. Siegfried felt a cold chill go down his spine at seeing the woman and feeling her yoki. What kind of mission required a warrior of this level? Siegfried was a little nervous now as his own yoki paled in comparison to this 'monster'. Siegfried hoped he won't be a bother to anyone here. After the death of Alban, Siegfried had trained like never before to make sure he would be strong enough to protect his comrades. During the desert mission he had been quite useless. Siegfried hoped to make up for his failure as fellow warrior and comrade. This time will be different. This time Siegfried will aid his comrades without fail. He will not fail his comrades again. At least he hope he won't.

[Assignments]

Agatha looked around a little before deciding that playtime was truly over. The rain showed no signs of letting up soon, which seemed to make some people happy and others miserable. This was of no matter to Agatha. She locked onto the candidates she had chosen for the position of Captain. After the briefing given to everyone, she took Sisteena, Lindy and Kaiserin closer to where the handlers had settled down. She talked to them for a matter of minutes before they all approached the group of warriors who had gathered.

“Listen up! As I mentioned before this mission will be split into four task forces,” said Agatha, looking towards her Captains. “I will be in charge of the Strike Team; everyone will get a briefing on the details of our task later on. For now, I will be assigning you to your teams. I will be taking Ariel, Lenneth and Alerian." Agatha was now looking and pointing at Sisteena.

“Sisteena here will be in charge of the Decoy Team, her team will include Lina, Ayla and Mara” Agatha looked down the line once more, fixating her gaze on Lindy. “Lindy will be leading the Recon Team; her team will include Cecily, Arc, Alanna and Artemis.” Finally she looked at Kaiserin, raising her eyebrow a little. “Kaiserin has command of the Holding Team; her team will include Siegfried, Walter and Ludwig.” With that the positions had been assigned. Agatha stepped forward in front of her captains.

“Here are the mission details; Recon Team, you are to enter the town under suppressants. Because of this you have to be weary, as you will not be able to sense Yoki properly. You are to avoid unnecessary conflict and you are to find and locate the targets. Once you have located the area which they are hiding in, you will signal the Decoy Team to begin operations. Then you will locate the target and push them out to the Holding team.” Said Agatha, she paused a bit and continued,

“Decoy Team; you are to enter the town, and await Recon Team's signal. After that you will cause a great commotion in order to lure out basic enforcers. You are to beat them down, but do NOT kill them. Let at least one escape to call for back up, this way you will draw out a much larger amount of their armed forces. You are to lead them to your designated position where upon reaching you are to equip the supplied Rabonian armour and continue the fight.” Agatha sighed a little as it looked like the weather would only get worse.

“Holding Team; you are to patrol the western perimeter of the town, familiarize yourselves with the layout and ensure that the Targets do not escape. If all goes according to plan they will try to escape west. If anyone of you comes into contact with the target you are to engage instantly, using your Yoki as a way to signal your comrades. Hold the Targets until you are cleared to move them to the Strike Team.” Agatha was now starting to really get bored. She left her team till last and didn't feel like giving a good explanation, but she did anyway.

“My team, the Strike Team; we are going to the northern area. Towards an area this town calls 'The Pit'. Once we are there we can prepare any tactics and traps that might be necessary in order to complete our task. The Organisation will provide us with a good selection of devices. So ask for anything you think we might need for later. Take note of the surroundings, 'The Pit' and the Waterfalls are the most notable features at the north end. When we’re ready for the targets we’ll prepare a smoke signal for the Holding Team.” Agatha concluded. She laughed at the notion of using traps to fight, but the Organisation had requested it be done so she complied. Perhaps this was to make the weaklings in her group feel safer, but who knew?

With the teams assigned their members, leaders and tasks Agatha added one more thing “Everyone report to your team captain and let yourself be known, we will be commencing shortly.”

OOC: Edit, Added Artemis to the Recon Team. Sorry Lemon, I forgot. GMs are human too lol

-Lina-

Its raining.... Wonderful. She haven't felt it for a while, last few months in her area hardly gave any waters from the skies, so feeling it right now was simply great. If it wasn't for so many warriors gathered around her, she'd undress and lie under the rail, absorbing its power and freshness, it's calm and tranquility. Unfortunately, she couldn't do that. In the forest she was summoned to many warriors were standing, waiting for commands, many being irritated and therefor creating unnecessary conflicts from nowhere; most of her comrades were hardly sociable, although not as much as her. Well, at least she avoided trouble, in contrast with many of them, who seeked conflicts and started them easily. Foolish, this will result in a lack of proper teamwork, and increase the risk of the whole team dying. Tolerance in useful for is promotes surviving. Stupid fights do not. If one can't suppress his feelings at lest this much... Such deserve dying, no pity for them.

"So, we are to fight two renegades. Sounds ridiculous. So many warriors against just enemies? It would be understandable if it was just a training mission, but it is obviously not, for so many ranked warriors have gathered, some of them having astonishing Yoki. Especially the one who was making an announcement... The three she has summoned are way weaker, but still strong, stronger then any average warriors. No idea about their ranks, but their status must be quite high. So, we have four strong warriors, and a huge amount of average ones. Just for two enemies? Thats not just strange. It's simply suspicious. Have the Organization prepared something special? Those humans, no creature can be more guileful. And the heads of Organization are among the top players in that team. We all shall be prepared for worsest of scenarios imaginable. But.. how many here realize that?"

Lina looked around, noticing some familiar faces from either her training camp or training mission. Those she could trust, she have seen their blade spill the blood, and could be confident in their strength. As for others.. well, the top four were out of question, but everyone else were to be doubted. Never trust your back to a stranger, the golden rule still works.

Faces around her.... most of them were quite oblivious. As if the were expecting some ordinary mission, with minimum hardships. How many of them will stay alive?

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Ayla

Ayla looked over to the area where she sensed the yoki of fellow organization members. She did not wear a hood in the rain. It had always seemed to put her in better spirits. She didn't quite know why, nor did she care to understand why. It just felt good.
She was curious about why so many were asked to be here. Something big was up, but what it is, she didn't know. Her trainer, just one day out of nowhere told her to come here for a group mission in Igros. Providing her with a crude map but servicable map. This was her first time, doing anything that isn't directly under the eye of a trainer. It was also the first time she would be working with ranked members. Needless to say, she was excited.

She had decided to go to Igros by going straight thru a forest, off the roads and trails and had gotten turned around a few times along the way. Her first time going out unattended, something she just couldn't resist.
But she was finally here or at least near where she was supposed to be. Ayla patted her hip flask to check how much she had left in it, before taking what looked to be something resembling a trail. Her flask was near full, her trainer, knowing that she had a taste for alcohol, seemed glad enough to provide her with the flask. Something she did not expect. She notes to herself to later on thank him for allowing her to take part in this mission and for the flask.

She arrived at the gathering to see that someone she didn't know was already talking about the mission. Only catching the last two sentences being said by what looked like the person leading this mission.

She scanned the faces of those around her, looking for a familiar face, but found none. She wasn't too dissappointed.

Shortly followed with herself being assigned.
“Sisteena here will be in charge of the Decoy Team, her team will include Lina, Ayla and Mara”
For a passing moment, she wondered how that person knew her name, before she shrugged it off. It seems things were well prepared before-hand.

She looked her captain, Sisteena over, who was somewhat taller then her before heading over to report herself.
"Ayla here." Ayla said as she took a gulp from her hip flask.



OOC: Since I talked to Kolox and Riful about the trainee thing and timeline. The Main Mission takes place after Training Mission Duma.
It is assumed that Ayla is ranked, (passed Training Mission Duma). No specific number to go by, yet...
Please correct me if I got the wrong message/idea.
Ayla also has her custom item, a hip flask with Absinthe(A greenish alcohol) and a hip belt to hold it.

Hope the quality is ok... >.>

EDIT: Might have been Elcura I talked to instead of Riful. Either way, we arn't on the same page... so I guess this can be chalked up as before the training mission Duma... or some time paradox... whichever is better explained...
Edited post to be more appropiate for a trainee...

.:Walter:.

“So, she’s the one who holds all that yoki…” Looking at Agatha,Walter spoke quietly, as to avoid the attention from his other comrades. But, she’s not the one I’m teamed with…it’s Kaiserin. He sighed, and breathed in the chilled air.

“Kaiserin has command of the Holding Team; her team will include Siegfried, Walter and Ludwig.” Agatha continued to speak, and gave each group the details of their duties. And at last, they were to all go to their captains, and introduce themselves.

All this, just for two Renegades, is ridiculous. The only reasons I see for a gathering this large, just for two traitors, are that they’re stronger than what they would seem, or there’s others that we have to engage…many more. I think I’ll go with the latter. Well, at least I’m teamed with one familiar face. Walter thought to himself, but upon everyone being told to report to their captains, Walter did exactly that to avoid testing Agatha’s patience, and knew who to look for upon Agatha looking at her.

Kaiserin herself didn’t seem to look too worried over this whole thing; rather, despite knowing that something big was about to happen that would affect everyone, and safely assuming that she knew as well, it didn’t bother her at all. She’s probably high in rank, but…she doesn’t seem tense at all. Ah well…just like that woman there, as long as we’re on the same side it’s probably just me being paranoid. Mustering up his courage, her walked calmly over to Kaiserin. “Walter here, captain.” he stood straight, trying not to look worried, and also refraining from looking too tense. "Well, sorry for the sudden question captain, I just want to know as soon as possible...are these renegades strong, or is it likely there's more than just them?" The cold rain engulfing him and everyone else seemed to lower his tension, thus he felt a little easier about asking.

-Lina-

Lina approached her team's leader. This warrior - Sisteena - radiated some good Yoki. She was not the strongest among top four, but certainly not the worst. Perhaps the second best... this is bad. If she is this strong it mean her team gets a tough task. This was hardly what Lina wanted. "All of this is becoming dangerous, gotta watch my back. Who knows what this human freaks are up to? I don't want to become a sacrifice here, and this role is likely, considering the role of Decoy Team here. We shall hold soldiers as long as possible, which does not include staying alive. Phtttt, could it be worser?" Perhaps, yes. Going together with the one with the strongest - by far - Yoki was the worst. That team is most likely to be doomed, at least it's weakest members. The leader will stay alive of course, someone with so much Yoki....

Time to introduce herself. Lina approached her team leader, Sisteena.

"I'm number 41, Lina. I have a couple of questions concerning this mission. Considering we can't kill human, will it be possible to take weapon other then claymores? I'd like to take my daggers with me, they are less likely to bring immediate death over enemies, and are easier to control. Also, could you please give us an advise as to which weapon you find the most appropriate here?"

(OOC by Hynavian: Place character name atop please, thanks)

Waves of Yoki drifted forth from Agatha’s body, flooding over the many warriors gathered. Her Yoki seemed to be more plentiful than the countless raindrops that fell from the skies, and as it rushed of Ariel, the young warrior drinking in its sweet taste, she smiled. Agatha’s Yoki was so wonderfully frightening, so delightfully wicked, and its raw nature so similar to Ariel’s, that the lower ranked warrior could not help but be amused. In the more powerful being, Ariel felt a sense of kinship, a kinship that was a fickle on, likely to change at the drop of a hat.

Traps, how interesting, but will the truly be useful? Taking a step away from Lina, Ariel edged a tad closer to Agatha, her aura causing the lower ranked warrior to feel a rush of excitement, and apprehension. Working with this one would be most interesting. But, she doesn’t seem to be one for traps… how curious… the act of requesting them could be seen as a sign of weakness… Ariel’s eyes twinkled with delight, and she let out a musical chuckle, loud enough to be heard by all. This should be most fun.

The heavy weight of her claymore, resting in its sheathe, was comforting as Ariel swayed slightly in the breeze, her silver eyes wandering aimlessly amongst the other Claymores gathered. She could almost taste the unease emanating from each person, for each seemed to be more than a bit troubled at the sheer amount of Claymores present. Laughing silently, Ariel passed off any unease, for the life of a Claymore was a simple one, Obey, or die. Kill, or die. Survive, or vanish.

Even then, the woman’s creed held true, for she cared little for the well being of her allies. The only thing important to her was the glory of battle, and the value of her own life. A wicked glint took the silver surface of her eyes, and for a brief moment, should anyone make eye contact with her, a world full of deceit, lust, and cruelty would be revealed.

Already, Ariel had forgotten the names of her companions from the training mission, only faces remaining. Yet now, the woman made sure to engrave into her mind the name of the powerful woman before her, the name of Agatha. Calmly, she walked forward, approaching Agatha with an impassionate look on her face. If anything, the corners of her mouth were twisted upwards in a subtle smile, but from looking at her, no fear would show itself, only overwhelming glee and delight.

“Well, isn’t the weather pleasant? I am Ariel, but from looking at you, I assume there is no need for pleasantries. Is there anything you think interesting enough to note about this mission?” Ariel’s words were sprinkled with the softest tones of warmth, but the cold nature of the woman shown through. As the eyes of the two warriors, one high, one low, met, Agatha could almost hear the words reflected in Ariel’s eyes. “I look forward to working with you…”

(OOC by Hynavian: Place character name atop please, thanks)

Ludwig listened intently to the instructions laid out by the squad leader. A four squad mission, making use of interesting tactics. Though using this much for a couple runnaways was strange, the organization was mobalizing quite a bit of their resources on this one mission.

listening further it appeared that he was on the fourth team with walter and a few oters, the leader being kaiserin. He was supposed to report to the leader and ask for neccessary weapons or equipment but he could never find a use for such things in conjunction with his ability.

Ludwig walked towards the group leader Kaiserine, whom he only knew of because the one in charge pointed her out. He arrived in time to overhear a question asked by a familiar voice. "are these renegades strong, or is it likely there's more than just them?" Ludwig walked closer so he was with the group "Hello, i am ludwig. I was wondering the same thing as him, who is the enemy for this mission; or are you unsure yourself?" Ludwig looked at their group captain, he waited and listened for a response because he was interested to know.

Artemis

The scenery was nice despite being so wild and untamed. Artemis looked at the grey sky that was filled with glistening droplets that were falling at a rapid pace. She enjoyed the rain falling down her hair and face, despite the fact that the water did cause a bit of hurt. She closed her eyes just for a moment to enjoy the splish-splash of the water on the ground and the trampling of foots underway on the mucky brown ground. For some odd reason, she felt comfortable in this environment with the darkening grey sky and uncultivated forest.

Her armor was wet with water, and the clear liquid helped make the metallic material shimmer even more. She turned her gaze back to the warriors who were walking alongside her. With a sudden halt, they stopped and Artemis saw even more warriors, noticing that the mission could only be a difficult, tiring one.
Even though she had to walk far to get here, her last task was not a hard one, and it was only to kill a yoma for a village, then her handler had sent her here. Artemis was glad that she did have time to rest on the trail for some of the other Claymores seemed irritated and tired.

She noticed other familiar warriors in the crowd. Her sharp eyes looked their direction; Mara, Alerian, Siegfried, and the last one seemed familiar yet it was not a face she remembered seeing. It was one of the warriors from her training mission who she couldn’t remember his name though he was a ranked warrior during the mission.

Many of these warriors are strong, Artemis thought as she noticed the yoki of many of the warriors. Some of them radiated extremely powerful yokis, which probably hinted that they were single digits.

Suddenly one of them spoke up, and Artemis noticed it was the one with the most amount of yoki. She listened to person speak and finally heard, “Lindy will be leading the Recon Team; her team will include Cecily, Arc, Alanna and Artemis.”

So she was in the Recon Team. She did feel a bit of disappointment that she wasn't put with Agatha, but something told her that the speaker seemed a bit dangerous and wouldn't like a little shrimpling like her.

When Agatha finished speaking; Artemis saw that many of the warriors were going to their respective team captains, and she followed suit.

It did sound rather bizarre that they sent a whole group of Claymores to kill just two renegades, but Artemis wasn’t complaining. It was interesting enough to see the higher-ups of the Organization.

“Artemis reporting,” she said to Lindy, her captain.

.:Mara:.

"The decoy team, huh? I guess it is the best use of my abilities after all." Mara skirted around the edge of the gathering and made her way towards where the group was gathering. As she moved, her outline slowly started to stabilise and by the time she had crossed half the distance she was as noticeable as any of the other warriors if anyone had bothered to look.

She considered the names she had heard being called along with her own. Lina. Ayla. The latter she did not know but no doubt she was one of the recently promoted ones and would still have an understanding of what being human was like. As for Lina, she was capable in a fight but could she raise her blade against the people they were trying to protect, even in a bluff? Would she be prepared to do what was necessary? It was impossible to say at this point but they would have to be - or they would get left behind.

The leader had pointed to one of her subordinates, the one she called Sisteena, who would be her commander for this mission. Mara crossed the distance at a slow pace, as if saving her energy for combat. The steady clink of metal boots was distinct even amongst the ringing cadence of the rain as it fell amongst the gathering. She stared levelly at the captain for a single moment before lowering her eyes to show the proper amount of deference.

"Number 39, Mara, reporting captain."

Arc

The rain was heavy with no sign of letting up Arc signed as he thought after listened to the assignments, "Oh well I guess I will have to deal with it. So, I am in the Recon Team lead by Lindy and that has a couple other familiar people in that group too, at least." Arc thought his team assignment over keeping a calm indifferent face the entire time, "So our task is to go into town, find our targets without raising alarm, alert the other groups when we locate them and drive them to the holding teams location. It seems like a simple mission but, this number of warriors with this pool of talent seem suspicious. Knowing the organization they probably left out some key detail oh well I just have to figure those out quickly."

After all of the explanation by the lady with the overwhelming yoki named Agatha were done Arc approached Lindy then said, "Arc here reporting for duty. Long time no see captain Lindy." After a short pause Arc then asked, "So, can we see a map and what is this team's plan for our search for the targets?"

Kaiserin - Holding Team

Kaiserin stood upright, but relaxed as This Person gave out orders to everyone. She kept her head down slightly so the rain wouldn't hit her face so persistently, instead letting it soak into her hair fully and run down her face. This Person briefed everyone and assigned them to a unit. Kaiserin was in charge of the Holding Team, as the name suggested her unit's task was to hold the targets until the Strike Team was ready.

"Well, that sounds pretty fun but..." she paused for a second; looking around to see who was on her team "I'm not so sure about looking after the young ones."

Young was a relative term, for it hadn't been long since Kaiserin got a rank. A year, maybe two. She couldn't remember. Eventually the captains split up to allow their members to find them more easily. Kaiserin looked up at the sky, blinking every now and again when the rain tapped her eyes. She swayed her head from side to side in a rhymical fashion, listening to the imaginary song in her mind.

"I wonder when my team is gonna--" Her thought was interrupted by an eager man; she only had to lower her head a little to get his face in view. He was much taller than she was and quite handsome. Her heart skipped a beat, mostly from being jolted out of her day-dream. Better late than never after all.

“Walter here, captain. Well, sorry for the sudden question captain, I just want to know as soon as possible...are these renegades strong, or is it likely there's more than just them?" Walter said, looking kind of awkward.

"Uhm-- Hi I'm Kaiser--" She was about to speak, these words ran through her head quickly, after all it's good to think before speaking. Before she could even clarify her words she was again interrupted by another eager looking young man.

"Hello, i am ludwig. I was wondering the same thing as him, who is the enemy for this mission; or are you unsure yourself?" Ludwig said, in a voice louder than his comrade.

"Another pretty one huh?" Kaiserin's perverse thought rang in her head, "Surrounded by pretty boys am I? Looks like my luck is turning..." Kaiserin lowered her head to a normal position and stepped back to look at her harem. She turned her head to the ground and giggled a little, almost forgetting to address their concerns.

"Uhm...Hi, I'm Kaiser-- err" She had forgot if she had already said that (she hadn't) and decided it was better to get down to business, lest she look the fool. "These renegades... I suppose they are strong, maybe, possibly..." she wasn't thinking about what she was saying, so naturally she was forgetting to say something "But in all honesty, I'm not sure. After all, how could we know? But don't fret, I know it must be worrying, but put your mind at ease. It's fine to be scared a little, after all we've been through fear is the one thing that truly reminds us that we're still human."

Perhaps they were forgetting, but Kaiserin, Lindy, Sisteena and even Agatha were disposable to the Organisation. There was more than met the eye with this mission, but what Kaiserin had learned is that the Organisation worked on a need to know basis. That was half the fun and danger of the job, discovering things that weren’t mentioned to you.. This mission would be no different in that respect, though maybe a bit tamer.

Kaiserin looked over her team, she counted "One...Two...Three...? Wasn't there another? Where could she or he be?" She decided to speak up to her team, "We'll get going once the last member arrives. On the way I'll tell you more about what we're going to do."

.:Alerian:.

The one with the strongest yoki among those who are gathered here number 2 Agatha there is something about her that made him worry. No to put it correctly it is her that he is worried about for a male to be put under her is a worse case scenario since there are rumors going around about her. The only thing he could do if feel dismayed about the selections and whisper tsk cause there is no use complaining about it so he didn't show his emotion and remained in his cold and expressionless manner.

Strike team will use traps in capturing the renegades least likely since with Agatha's personality she doesn't like the use of such methods. The rain really made him feel like it is giving him a warning about the current mission and made him feel very uneasy. "A warning from the heavens hmmm this mission really makes me feel uneasy and kinda worried. I hope most of the warriors here make through this mission safely I just hope. Now to report to my captain before she gets angry with me sigh of all captains in there why is it to be her luck is not on my side today." he thought to himself.

"Number 37 Alerian reporting and waiting for your orders captain." speaks to Agatha with respect and tries not to get into bad terms with her.

.::Lindy - Recon Team::.

Lindy felt that the ‘one with the monstrous Yoki’ was weird for she gathered the many team captains and gave further instructions to them privately. It was awkward for she was used to receiving instructions from one of the Handlers instead. This time the Handlers weren’t the ones who were giving out instructions, instead, the ‘one with the monstrous Yoki’ was assigning the teams and duties. It was a long briefing. “Recon team…Cecily…Arc…Alanna…Artemis” Lindy mentally noted the details and the names of her team mates. She almost jumped in joy on the mention of Cecily and Arc’s name for she had met the friendly duo before in some of her previous missions.

The briefing was about to come to an end and that was when she was about to ask for the name of the ‘one with the monstrous Yoki’. However, Lindy held back her tongue for she felt an ‘aura of unfriendliness’ surrounding the commander. “As expected, she didn’t even bother to introduce herself.” Lindy cannot help but sigh as she turned away from the ‘one with monstrous Yoki’. Trying to be as optimistic as ever, Lindy scanned the crowd in her attempt to locate her team mates.

The first to report to her was a warrior by the name of Artemis. Lindy nodded and motioned Artemis to follow her while she tried to locate the others. “Hi Arc!” her face lit up as he saw the familiar figure approaching her. “Cecily! Over here!” Lindy shouted to the warrior with braided hair when she spotted her among the crowd. There was some confusion on-going as warriors scrambled to find their respective teams. “Can Alanna report to me too?” Lindy spoke to the confused crowd and she was trying as hard as ever to look for Alanna. A figure approached and Alanna soon joined the team.

“Hi there everyone, I’m Lindy! Good to see new faces and good to see some old ones again.” Lindy glanced at Artemis and Alanna before smiling slightly to the braided hair Cecily and a friendly looking Arc. “Im sure all of you heard of the plans given by that fierce commander. We’ll be the team that will be dressed in holy robes and will be infiltrating the City of Igos. Here, take a Yoki suppressant each.”

Lindy handed each of her team mate a Yoki suppressant pill and a ‘Holy Robe’.

“With regards to Arc’s earlier question, the trouble is that…” Lindy paused for a moment before breaking the news, “the organization doesn’t have a detailed map of the City of Igros. Hence, we’re to stick together as a team at all times unless stated otherwise. Before heading off, I would like to remind everyone that we’re to keep our identity under wraps at all times. Should a battle arise…well…lets deal minimum damage to those ‘harmless humans’, shall we?” Lindy smiled weakly before continuing.

"I will like to know if any of you are carrying any other weapons with you beside your Claymore?”

Lenneth

"Listen up...!" A voice rang clear in the pitter patter of the rain coming from one lone warrior. She was giving details of the orders which was curiously long. Lenneth perked herself and tried to pay attention.

“Everyone report to your team captain and let yourself be known, we will be commencing shortly.”

So... my team captain would be her. And together are ... hmm... Alerian and Ariel.. huh?? She was slightly confused at the personnel but none-the-less she regarded the warrior who had left out her own name who was also the team captain.

Lenneth strode on ahead towards the warrior... I am Lenneth, still a trainee. ... " She considered to add on to that to ask for details but somehow, the person infront of her never felt as though she would be even inclined to acknowledge Lenneth's presence so she left it at that.

However, something did pique her curiousity, 4 teams with elaborate duties and so much preparation. It certainly seemed to be a big and important missions. Perhaps those captains would be high ranking or single digits... She thought cluelessly...

Cecily ~’{@

Navigating her way through the scrambling crowd, Cecily’s ears picked up the mission commander’s announcement. It was rather distorted due to the deluge but it was still understandable. Apparently the mass of soldiers were to be divided into several teams. Each team had a specific purpose in the mission. The blond found herself placed in the reconnaissance team. There was nothing odd in her given position as she pretty good at scouting and tracking. ”I can put to practical use this new skill I’ve found. Though its best I don’t be too complacent about it. I’m still a novice in it.”

“Cecily! Over here!” said a familiar voice. Assured that she knew who it was, Cecily paced towards its source, the dashing Lindy (oh pun!). It turned out Lindy was the team leader. Her exploits in Fiduc had garnered her a seat in the upper ranks. The braids wondered why she had not been promoted all this time… the thought freaked her out as her personal handler’s evil grin surfaced from her subconscious. ”Maybe he’s holding me back. My missions never seem to be big at all, save for the joint ones such as this” she noted.

Cecily glanced side to side and found one more familiar face, Arc, another victim of Castle Fiduc and a fellow batch graduate. She also happened to see a new face, Alanna, whose hair was rather unruly. ”Ah! Her hair is like mine…” the braids said to herself with a sigh of relief, however she did not know if the moisture was the one causing Alanna’s bad hair day.

Lindy passed on a yoki suppressant and a robe then queried about any extra items the team members would bring. ”Good to see you again Lindy,” Cecily said with a slight nod after accepting the pill and holy robe. ”I’ll be bringing my usual set of stilettos,” clamored the blond as the rain was quite the noise maker. She felt for her daggers and they were safely tucked under her cape. She felt for her cards… ”Eh?" The special compartment on her waist strap was empty. ”Oh… I remember my handler confiscated it," Cecily thought. Her odium for her handler’s actions manifested in a form of a little head shake.

Arc

"So we have no map of the town. That make it a little difficult. Hmm... Lindy looks well and same with Cecily. Well I guess I should answer her question. And ask some of the other things on my mind about this mission." Arc thought as he listen to Lindy's explanation of there role. Arc then replied to her question, "I don't have any other weapon beside my claymore. Also I have a few more question so what is our cover story when we entering Igros? Are we doing something like a group making a pilgrimage to this holy city or something along those lines? Also what are our target's descriptions?"

.:Siegfried:.

'Damn...who was my captain again? I believe her name was Kai...Kaiser...Kaiserin! That's right it was Kaiserin! Uh hope she's not pissed that I'm not there...wow big crowd...I'll just wait for a little bit.' Siegfried looked around and decided to wait for the crowd to arrange themselves into groups before he goes to look fore his. Siegfried looked around and counted the number of people per group. 'There are suppose to be four to one group including captains...Oh there they are! Seems they're starting without me! Ah! better hurry!' Siegfried thought as he quickly walked over to the group.

As he got closer he overheard them introducing themselves. Not wanting to be left out Siegfried hurried to the group. As they were discussing the mission and giving small introduction, Siegfried patiently waited before he made himself known. "Forgive me for being late, I got a little lost in the crowd. Rank 42, Siegfried Schtauffen reporting in." Siegfried smiled and gave a salute to his fellow group members.

OOC: My team is moving along, so if you had any responses or reactions prior to this post, feel free to say them in the moments before we head off. If that makes sense.

Kaiserin - Holding Team

Kaiserin stood lazily while waiting for her last member to show up. He was slow, but eventually he made it and introduced himself to the group with a smile and a salute.

"He used his second name...? Perhaps he has trouble letting go of his past." Kaiserin said softly to Kaiserin, unaware if anyone had heard her. Most people did not introduce themselves with a second name, the Organisation liked it's soldiers disconnected from their past. Kaiserin thought for a second what her second name used to be. "Celest...?"

With everyone in her team present she walked forward ahead of them, turning back with a gesture that said 'follow me'. Not waiting or looking back to see if they actually understood the signal. Kaiserin walked towards the town, heading east. A few paces later she remembered something crucial.

“Holding Team; you are to patrol the western perimeter of the town"

"Crap, which way am I going...? I was going east...? Or was it west, no. I should be going west... Uh oh..." Kaiserin stopped suddenly and staggered. She looked up, then to the left and then to the right. Eventually she looked at the towns south gate.

"If that's the south gate then," she pointed north-west "this must be west!"

Kaiserin walked quickly, generally going west. The usually comforting sound of her metal sabatons clanking on the ground were drowned out by the rain and muddy floor. Eventually her team reached the western perimeter. Her heart rate slowed as she calmed down. The worry of getting lost was gone so she finally relaxed.

Kaiserin looked towards her harem and grinned roguishly at them before telling them the plan.

"Well, we're here at the western gate. Our mission is to secure the area, but since the Decoy Team hasn't begun it's mission we can't actually secure the western perimeter of the town. So for now we'll make sure the outer perimeter is secure, though I don't expect to meet any Yoma you should never let your guard down." Kaiserin said confidently, like a small child who was trying to feel important in front of the grown-ups. She continued.

"I want you all to patrol the area around here for a little, Ludwig and Siegfried will go check out the north western area while Walter and I will search the south-west. Umm..." She tried to think of something else to say, "oh, don't release any Yoki. We will need it as a way to signal each other if there's a situation that cannot be handled safely alone, and later on we might need to use Yoki to signal each other should any of us find the targets."

There was still something else she was forgetting. Her face went completely blank while she thought hard on what else needed to be said. After a few seconds of silence, Kaiserin started to scratch her head before opening her mouth.

"Ahh, right. When you hear that the Decoy Team has started their mission, finish up any business you have, if any and make your way to the western gate as soon as possible."

Kaiserin nodded to herself, agreeing that she had said everything that was important to them, so far. "That's all there is for now, I suppose," now looking towards where HQ should have been, Kaiserin wondered how the other teams were doing...

Shortly after the last member of the squad arrived kaiserin made the gesture that they were moving out. Though she was moving in the wrong direction for a short period of time and seemed to be talking quietly to herself, ludwig couldn't hear what she was saying but she quickly gathered her senses and headed in the right direction before he had to say anything "does she know what shes doing? this is a little worrying."

They stoped at the west gate, the captain grinned at them before laying out the detailes of their mission more precisely with a childish confidence. she continued, "I want you all to patrol the area around here for a little, Ludwig and Siegfried will go check out the north western area while Walter and I will search the south-west. Umm..." Ludwig looked at his partner, "seems compitent enough, hes numbered so thats good. im with him then" he thought "oh, don't release any Yoki. We will need it as a way to signal each other if there's a situation that cannot be handled safely alone, and later on we might need to use Yoki to signal each other should any of us find the targets." It sounded simple enough. "We're basically just walking around and trying not to be spotted then. It would be unlikely for any yoma to gather around here since there are so many warriors, Though stranger things may have happened"

"Ahh, right. When you hear that the Decoy Team has started their mission, finish up any business you have, if any and make your way to the western gate as soon as possible. That's all there is for now, I suppose."

Ludwig determined that she was done speaking though she had given him that impression a few times before; he looked at his partner again. "Alright Sieg' Lets go then." he said as he motioned at sieg for him to lead the way.

.:Sisteena and Decoy Team:.

Her charge had given strict orders to Sisteena and her squad, but try as she might she couldn't help but find the mission pointless and boring to say the least. While it was noted that the religious order had some of the seasoned veteran warriors within their ranks, she was certain that none of them as much as they try would keep up with the likes of her kinds. Regardless of what she thought, a mission was still a mission and she now had few rookies to look after...

"Ayla here." Ayla said as she took a gulp from her hip flask. Sisteena examined each member of her assigned team with careful study of their appearance and strength. She had to admit this was the first time she was given the task of commanding her own team and perhaps it was this reason that she felt a little uncomfortable with leading the trainees. This mission likely had the least amount of danger as opposed to the last operations as big as this, losing the trainees didn't seem possible if their primary targets were nothing but ordinary renegades.

Looking at Ayla and the rest of the team entrusted to her, it reminded her of the first time she had seen brutal action as a team during the awakened being hunts. Their first huge mission she thought... and without thinking she muttered out loud "Cute." Her thoughts were interupted by Lina shortly after Sisteena had said out loud Cute in front of Ayla without realizing.

"I'm number 41, Lina. I have a couple of questions concerning this mission. Considering we can't kill human, will it be possible to take weapon other then claymores? I'd like to take my daggers with me, they are less likely to bring immediate death over enemies, and are easier to control. Also, could you please give us an advise as to which weapon you find the most appropriate here?"

Lina came off as a more decisive type of warrior than the quiet Ayla who said very little as far as introduction went. Considering we can't kill humans... yes that was correct and any penalty would result having to deal with No.7 Arngrim... After carefully thinking about the best conclusion Sisteena explained the situation and her opinions to answer Lina's questions.

"You've guessed correct 41, weapons and different guises will be issued to us shortly. While its more suitable for us to take weapons that won't distinguish us as Claymores, I encourage the plan of using blessed weapons with the insignia of Rabona to mark us as Igros' sworn enemies. I do not mind the suggestion of using different weapon if however you feel that other weapons would be more suitable for combat." Sisteena remembered the fine swords forged and used by the royal guards she'd encountered once before. Only the sword belonged not to a royal guard but a vagabond who happened to cross swords with her all the while underestimating Sisteena based on her appearance. If memory served her correctly, the sword was light and sharp, much fragile than a claymore but definitely a lethal weapon against a human.

"As soon as we're done here we will move out and prepare ourselves in the new guises. Remember that we're acting as travelling envoys of the Rabona church, armed knights of Rabona carrying with us a fair maiden who we'll identify as a witch and a heretic. That will be my ploy and if the word gets around from the Handler's inside man within the city that we, the knights are carrying one of Igros's citizen off to Rabona for the witch burning, they will send men at arms to detain us or slay us."

It was a makeshift plan she had come up with and she hoped it would work its charms. Only thing Sisteena was unsure about was who was willing to play the role of a damsel in distress dressed in the pretty gown befitting of a princess?

"I must ask now... Who amongst you will play the role of the witch?"

.::Lindy::.

"Cecily with 3 daggers...might come in use late..."

"Hmph, yes Arc?.....Oh about that...Oh no! The other team has left! Let's head out, I'll brief while we're making our way there! Hurry! We don't have all night!" Lindy pop the Yoki suppressant pill into her mouth and swallowed it before beckoning her team to follow her. Alanna seemed to be a overly friendly and chatty character; a little too chatty for she could not stop talking to Lindy though they only just met. Lindy had to literally force the pill down Alanna's throat for Alanna never seem to stop chatting. Guiding her team Northwards, they head towards the City of Igros, under the cover of darkness.

The opportunity came, Alanna finally stopped chatting.

"My chance!"

"We're to search for 2 renegades who are hiding in the City of Igros. They didn't give me much details, only that they are twins. So they should look similar I guess..." Lindy spoke hesitantly and she stopped in her tracks; Alanna almost knocking into her. Pointing to the Holy City of Igros that was in the distance, Lindy cautioned all to consume their pills before approaching. "The gates are just over there, let's try our best to enter without arousing any suspicions. Perhaps we can pretend to be a group of pilgrims who are embarking on a journey and City of Igros is one of our pilgrimage sites. Try to act as natural as possible ya. Before proceeding, take this!" Lindy deliberately gave everyone a pat on their backs as some form of encouragement before the team head towards the gates of Igros...



.::Lindy - Recon Team::.

To enter the city, all had to pass the City of Igros main gate. Pilgrimages were common and pilgrims from near and far travel to the City of Igros at some of their lives. Barging into the city was not an impossible task, only that the city dwellers were devotees to their religion and would alarm the city guards if they find anyone suspicious and unruly. The city does not and will not welcome any unnatural elements, Claymores included, for they believed that such foul and unnatural beings would taint the very soil that they love and worship. It would be best to keep them away by all means and regardless of the situation, they should not be welcomed in a city so holy like Igros. It was with this intent that guards were stationed in the city. Igros guards were renown of their bravery and patriotism for they were brave souls who would lay down their lives anytime just to defend the city, be it anytime of the day.

All had to pass the City of Igros gates and the guards who oversee the gates. Some were more experienced that the others for they had been in this line of duty for long and they could easily differentiate the devotees from the atheists. Not that they had anything against atheists; it’s just that they were wearier against them. Suspicious looking characters would be stopped; any potential threats would be detained or eliminated. That was how the Igors guards worked but of course, they were also reasonable men for they would release the innocent. However, they would not put the city that they had sworn to protect in any danger; they would take appropriate actions against any whom they deem as suspicious.

Ahead the team could see the gates of Igros and 3 guards stood attentively at the gates; greeting or scrutinizing all who entered. It was late into the night but there was still a short queue of visitors passing the gates in either twos or threes, the guards would stop them for a friendly chat or to question the more suspicious ones.

"Welcome to the City of Igros, there's some on-going night performances in the parade square, feel free to take a look" one of the guards welcomed a mother-child pairing with friendliness before turning his attention to the next in line. Stopping the team, one of the guards approached Arc while greeting him, "Good evening visitors, what do we have here?"

Another of the city guard approached Artemis and greeted her with a wave.

Agatha

As soon as Agatha had finished giving out the teams and assignments the campsite bustled with activity. Newbies scrambling over and past each other, asking frantically for their captain's location or if they didn't have an assignment, why they didn't have an assignment. The chaos made Agatha smile a little as she watched her captains move along, gathering the blood they needed to complete their mission.

Agatha walked back a little, heading towards where the black cloaks were settled. She was eventually going to go over there and rest a while. Hoping that the rookies would be to scared to walk over to the important men discussing important things that warriors need not know. Before she could make it, she was approached by a young woman.

“Well, isn’t the weather pleasant? I am Ariel, but from looking at you, I assume there is no need for pleasantries. Is there anything you think interesting enough to note about this mission?”

Agatha turned around after hearing this and looked this woman in the eyes. She showed no fear and seemed rather pleased. "She might be interesting..." she thought, as another approached her.

"Number 37 Alerian reporting and waiting for your orders captain."

Agatha looked to the left of Ariel at a man with extremely long hair, seeing him made her wince a little and she stroked back some of her hair in order to cover up. Finally, her last plaything, Lenneth arrived. Agatha sighed dejectedly, for the thing she was about to say pained her greatly.

"As you may or may not know, I am Agatha, the number 2 ranked warrior. Now we're all here, you guys can ask for equipment and supplies to set up traps along the northern ridge. I don't care what you ask for or what you use, chances are the Organisation has it. I also don't care if you use nothing at all, but be warned. I will not be babysitting any of you, so if you can't handle yourselves properly it would be best to ask for assistance from those more willing to give it. Understood?" Agatha said in a dreary yet stern voice.

"I will be going ahead, so do whatever you have to now and meet me by 'The Pit.'" With that, Agatha started to walk north, along the eastern side of the town. Eventually she got into position and waited for her team to arrive.

"It's insulting really, the number 2 warrior having to look after a bunch of whelps? Never mind that, having to capture a couple of petty renegades. How they look down on me."