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THE THIRD TRIAL

[Once the final clues are found, the unsettling chimes sound three times again. However, the Debate Hall doors do not open for the Titled. At least, not for a moment or so.

When they do, though, and the Titled descend the stairs, they will find that the desks have been completely updated, up through the deaths of the previous night. It is...unsettling. Have they truly lost half their numbers in such a short time? But, what can they do about it?

The logs are on the desks, and the Intercessor finishes up the final touches of the evidence they made, placing it on the desks.

There is no chanting on the stage. The dragon, also, seems to be gone, leaving only traces of arms and legs and goo. So, the Intercessor simply goes and sits on the stairs, looking at the remaining survivors. They sound tired as they speak.]

All right. Everyone...do your best. Take your time, and...good luck.

[The trial of Raphtalia, the Dreamstrider, and Farkas, the Outcast, has begun.]

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This is not the dragon.

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You know what? Not gonna worry about it.

[It was this man's sword who impaled the other holding Killua. He's also...well, wearing this.]

I'm with you, let's just beat the crap out of these guys!

[Who is this guy!?]

[ And THIS GUY is busy using his stabbity knife to make sure the job is finished, going at the hearts of each body with fast precision. It doesn't matter how messed up the body is, he goes at the heart anyway. ]

Fucking christ, this shit...

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[ Okay. That had happened way too fast for his liking and for a second there, all that had registered was that woman had mentioned the 'weakest' and suddenly there was the sickening press of metal along his throat for just a split moment. That moment when both anger and fear boiled up all at once, relief joining it in the next when he realizes that he was alive and someone'd impaled the one who'd made to try and kill him.

Killua looked around until he saw the other man, raising an eyebrow at that outfit before a grin split across his lips. Oh. He was READY to take them down after that absolute insult on his strength. Pulling out both of his sharp daggers, he gripped them tight and regarded his savior. ]

You have my gratitude. It means i'm alive and more numbers on our side to take them down.

[ Then he looks to the one going after to finish off the downed individuals. ]

Leave some for us, would ya?

The person you'll want to ask that to is Cynthia.

Boop!

[Instant collapsing henchman, just add fingerpoke!]

You all right?

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[ Huh. Killua tilted his head was he watched that before chuckling a bit to himself because something just became inherently clear. ]

Yeah. I am now.

[ He is SO itching to drive his blades into one of those henchmen about now. But he'll refrain. ]

Good to see you still kicking, Linkara.

Huh! That's me.

...I'm guessing you're Killua?

Mm-hm! Good to see you actually remembered my name.

[ He nods easily without a second thought. Betcha the other never suspected that he was actually a kid or anything. Though he does frown afterward and without warning, shoved his one knife out to the side of him and the reason was clear as a henchman falls to the floor with a wound in his torso.

Sure they can take most of his assassin-y skills away but they couldn't remove his impeccable sense of hearing. ]

Nice outfit.

Thanks, man. Made it myself while I've been here.

[Ah shoot, how many of these guys were there?]

Ehhhh. [ He straightens up and puts his hand and knife by his side. ] You were getting pretty fucked up there, you know, but go on ahead.

[ Going to give you a bit of a look there, frows furrowing a bit and he had to seriously refrain from being more sassy about this than he originally wanted to be. ]

Hey. I didn't say I wasn't grateful or anything. I kind of owe my life to you for stepping in like that.

[ It feels weird to owe someone for something like that. ]

[ He is the king of sassy looks, so that doesn't bother him. He just nods and then takes a few steps back, motioning with his arm to let Killua step on in. ]

[ He'll shrug off the other's attitude and just like that, Killua's demeanor changed as he exhaled a breath and pushed off from the ground and launched himself forwards, eyes fixed on a spot near the other white-haired man. It's not inherently obvious what he saw until a henchman fell to the floor with a slit open throat and Killua seeming pleased with himself.

They could remove a lot but his hearing and other sharp senses remained just as good. ]

So. What's your title anyway?

[ Lookin' at you there, Aoi. ]

[ Aoi whistles and gives Killua a vaguely impressed sort of look. ] I'm the Balanced. And how about you?

[ oh, he knows already, but he likes hearing these things from other peoples' mouths. ]

Of course, the more on our side, the better our chances.

[Don't mind her, she kind of just smacked an invisible cronie with the smooth part of her axe.]

Yup! I like these odds a lot better, actually.

[ That kind of action just has him curious for one sole reason. ]

How is it you can see where they are but we can't...?

We may not be able to see their bodies but it's hard not to take notice of one matter.

[She points down near her feet and reveals a decent sized blood splatter.]

Seems like blood is still visible to us.

Ah. Well. That does make things easier, doesn't it?

[ Killua grinned at this, straightening up and lashing out toward his right side sharply, causing one of the henchmen to fall with a cut on his leg. Nothing fatal but... it does the job. ]

The wolf curls around Killua and growls lowly at anyone who comes near.

[ That has him chuckling a bit and moving to pet the top of Maglor's head in a light, gentle gesture. All while unable to resist the almost amused smile that forms due to the fact that he knows there's footsteps around him and people nearby who could cause harm.

He's almost daring them to try, and yet being alert because he doesn't want the other to die because he's trying to protect him. ]

[ The wolf leans into him a little, but his ears are forward, alert, and his hackles are up, a low growl rumbling threateningly through the air. Anyone who tries anything will lose a limb ]

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