"Holy smokes!" Rel said, eyeing the large, steel prison, "I've never seen that kind of magic before! An myocarditis experience was that!"
"Whatever that means, sureee." Lia said, floating near Rel to avoid her nice blue robes and new outfit from getting dirty. "Yeah, never seen that…that's freaking new. One point for newbie."
Clarke jumps from the rooftop, spins in the air, and lands on the ground, meeting eyes with a skeptical Amur. Clarke nods her head in thanks, causing Amur to shoot her a sloppy grin.
"I did tell you to stay back," Clarke said, "but that was nice work. Thank you, Knight Amur."
Amur nods her head and salutes, and Zayn slaps Amur's back in cheers, with Chase nudging her as well. Ramon watches the trio with "sort of —okay—they are kinda cute" gaze until she lowers her's to the ground.
"Um," Ramon said, pointing to the ground? "What's that?"
Two mini Vera run over to Clarke's feet, who looks down at the two tiny half beast with comedic eyes as they try to kick her feet as a attack.
"I like this version of Vera better." Clarke said, laughing at the miniature beings. "Lia, what seems to be the status of the other Vera?"
"Seemed to be held off enough." Lia said, looking over to the other knights using their weapons to hold the Vera off. "Me and Rel will head over to confine the rest. Knight Amur," Lia said, gazing at the other small woman, "care to join?"
Surprised but happy, Amur looks between Chase and Zayn, who push her off her horse and forward with smiles on their lips.
"Y-yes, uh Ms. Mage!" Amur said, jogging towards Lia, who beckons her away from the group. Chase scratches his head, eyeing the back of Amur's head in a unreadable expression.
"Well, we seem to be almost done here!" Clarke said, turning around to face the other recruits, "now shall we-?"
"Ms. Clarke!" Ramon exclaims, pointing shakily to behind Clarke, "W-watch out!"
Clarke turns around, watching as the two small Vera from before transform from small, miniture beings to two large creatures combined with men and reptilian, looming over her smaller form as they stare down at her in rage.
"Oh." Clarke said, sweating profusely, "Gods."
Clarke closes her eyes, waiting for one of the beast to land a hit, but the beast screams, stepping back and holding their eye as a small blade lands in their pupil, causing their grayish blood to leak from their wound. Clarke looks forward to meet eyes with a focused Chase, who grips Clarke's shoulder before he uses his strength to lift himself up in a handstand, twist his body, and land a hard kick to the same Vera's face, using a small blade attacked to his shoe to slash the Vera's nose off.
The Vera screams in agony, but Chase only moves forward in a calculated stagger. Using the blind Vera's erratic actions to hop in the air and hang on the large Vera's neck with his hands before he reaches in his boots for blades, raises his hands, and mercilessly plunges his blades in the Vera's neck, using his strength to flip himself and the Vera forward, landing on his butt on the unconscious Vera's back.
Clarke, stunned, watches as Chase stands up and dust himself off. Clarke strides over to Chase and slams a hand on his shoulder, smiling at his work.
"That was more then impressive! No wander why the Captain was so enthusiastic to have you on the team!" Clarke said. "Holy smokes! That was so skilled! How did you learn how to-?"
"Uh-appreciate it, Vice Clarke." Chase said, motioning a finger besides them to the other Vera, angrily raising its fist to attack, "but you're swords aren't on you and I didn't bring enough knives so…"
Clarke looks to the Vera, her face growing pale.
"Crap!" Clarke said, pushing Chase out of the way, but a force from behind pushes her away as well. Clarke quickly looks behind her, watching as Zayn crosses her metal arms and pushes Clarke and Chase away, taking upon the brute force of the Vera that attempted to swing at them.
"Zayn!" Chase exclaims, worriedly racing forward for Clarke to push him back with herself stepping away.
"I told you to stay back, Zayn!" Clarke whines, holding her face in her hands. "Zayn!"
"I-I know, sorry! But I couldn't let you both get hit!" Zayn said, stepping back to let the Vera's fist connect with the ground. "I totally said I would stay back, but now I have to make sure you're all okay, so I'll stay back after! Promise!"
Clarke looks at Zayn in surprise before she sighs, rubbing her face in frustration.
"Okay…sure, yes, but now stay back!" Clarke said, beckoning Zayn away. "I got this under con-look out!"
Zayn turns her head to the Vera losly swinging a fist her way. Chase screams, telling Zayn to dodge, and Zayn should totally feel panick, but maybe it's the voice in her head—yeah, it's Excalibur that tells her she can be calm, and she can do it, that if she's focuses and connects just right-.
"Throw the freaking fist idiot!" from within her brain, Excliabur exclaims. "Aim for its head—it's a dummy! Aim for its head-!"
Zayn opens her eyes wide, and it's a rush in her body as she clenched her teeth and connects her fist with the Vera's forehead, causing the Vera's head to combust on impact, splattering the air with a greyish blood like rain.
Chase looks at the scene in horror as Clarke eyes the fallen Vera with shock. Zayn opens her mouth and looks at her hands, silently observing the greysih blood and—hold on—wait a minute—did she just kill someone?
Chase quickly moves forward, catches Zayn as she falls limp in his arms from shock. She killed someone? No wait, yes she-did she-she did-?
"Are you alright?!" Chase asked, reaching for Zayn's face, examining her armor, "did you get hurt? You can get hurt?!"
"No I-." Zayn said, plopping on a spot next to Chase's feet. "I killed someone." She said, and she said no more.
Chase looks at her, his eyes wide, but he's left speechless, even as the rest of the Vera are contained and arrested, even as the recruited knight group watches over clean up, even as eventual, Jeremiah arrives at the scene, scooping the scene, asking question, talking with his commands in charge before he reaches to the recruits, nodding his head in greeting and thanks.
"I head of you great feats today Amur, Chase." Jeremiah nods his head, "and I heard you finally aimed correctly—I guess aiming at the dummy's head was a great goal after all."
Chase and Amur exclaim their thanks, but Zayn stands between them, just nodding her head, but no words leaving her mouth. Chase and Amur share a look, both rubbing the back of Zayn's back in comfort. Jeremiah catches the silence from the usually cheery Zayn, which makes himself go quiet in confusion.
"Let's head back everyone." Jeremiah calls, nodding as the knights salute in agreeance.