Love's Swerd[Mission]

Swerd. Was that like a sword? Did they misspell the word sword? Maybe it was her spelling it wrong all along though that was unlikely to be the case. Whatever. No matter what it did not actually matter. What did matter was that she was going along with her brother on another mission in such a short time frame. Admittedly this one was mildly higher grade and thusly more difficult to get through. Vyserya was confident with their combined powers and she wanted to prove she was useful so she happily agreed to join up on this mission despite her lack of experience.

Since it was only to be the two of them the young girl did not mind going along. Her hood was lowered from her head and rested around her shoulders as her silver locks flowed with the mountain breeze. The crisp air was almost comforting if not for the fact they were about to dive into danger in a minute. Taking point as they walked into the cavern, the sound of buzzing cicadas circled around them. When her brother responded to those buzzes with his own, she only shook her head playfully. It was one of his eccentricities that she had gotten used to over the years. Not that she was sure where it started to surface it was surely nothing more harmful than playing make believe. In the midst of these thoughts Vyse began to speak up to which she’d look over her shoulder to give him her attention. “The poster said that the swo-” she paused mid word as she was reluctant to correct herself. “Swerd was last seen being guarded by some bear magical creatures. Bears generally live in caves so it must be somewhere around here.”

Or so was the logic. It was possible the thirteen year old was completely wrong. Vyse was sure to go with whatever she said unless it sounded completely off. Even then she was not sure if he would out of not wanting to hurt her feelings. “If it IS a magical sword I wonder what it does. Maybe you can find it by sending out some electricity and seeing if it’ll be attracted to the sword like a lightning rod.” She was pretty sure that was how lightning rods work.

That should have been expected. It partially was too as Vyserya was quick to hide her head between her arms to block any flying objects going towards her face. Between the screeching of bats and wing flaps, she felt nothing really hit her. Looking up she noticed that Vyse had stood in front of her as a shield to which she relaxed slightly to. Yet the instant she had the arrow that had grazed her brother had come flying past her ear. The sound was fairly distinct and almost instantaneously the girl jumped back with her hands curled together on each other. The cursory word signaled that their attackers were people which only enhanced her dislike of people as a whole. That also likely meant that they weren't even close to getting this magical item they were looking for. "My bad big bro," she would say apologetically her hands began to emit a glow. In an instant what were once empty palms were now wielding sharp and sleek, albeit shimmering, sais in either hand.

That being said she did not expect to take them all on alone. They outnumbered the duo, five to two though from the looks of them they did not look to be proficient in magic or anything of the sort. Remaining in a relatively defensive stance, she would glance over to her brother to make sure he wasn't hurt aside from the graze from the arrow. "What's the plan?" While the girl was young and did not endorse killing, if her brother said it was alright then killing bad guys would not be so bad. If it was just to incapacitate them that would work too even if it was harder though it could serve to get information out of them too. Either way didn't matter to her.

Nodding at the plan the girl turned her focus to the front line men. She tried to ignore the blood that was forming on her brother's face but failed to do so. In turn it only was able to fuel the fire in her stomach. Considering her constitution perhaps she should not have been so shocked that her brother told her to challenge the melee fighters. Thinking over possible styles and attack patterns as she waited for the signal, it did not take long for the count to fire. "Crystal Devil’s Shell," she almost hissed. Putting enough energy into her legs, the girl bolted forwards to challenge the enemies that presented themselves with an axe and a sword. As she had a clear crystal formation began to grow outwards from her chest and cover her entire body in what looked to be armor.

Going in headstrong, following behind Vyse as he charged passed the front liners, as the two turned back with their attention on the boy she followed up. Landing on the axeman's back, she jumped off of him to get an aerial advantage against the swordsman. With deft hand movements she was able to execute a few deep slashes and cuts against the swordsman as the axeman was attempting to regain his balance. Retaliating the swordsman tried to attack back but was unable to land a solid hit, most of his moves rebounding off her armor. Her smaller and lighter frame would work to her advantage despite the crystal armor weighting her down a bit. She found it easier to evade the slower axeman and disorient him rather than fighting directly. All she had to do was focus and hopefully this would continue going well.

As the sword wielding bandit fell to the ground, Vyserya twirled the sais around her index fingers to change the grip on them. The one that had fallen has sustained damage but he was not dead. That was not what her brother told her to do and the girl had yet to hit a vital spot. The axe fighter tried to regain some edge against the small girl and swung the axe in a large arc around him. Instead of dodging she used the crystal sai to block the attack and use that same momentum to propel herself up to swing her leg at his face, in turn delivering a swift kick to the jawline. The surprising amount of force had the man stagger backwards as the Devil slayer landed on her feet. The enhanced strength from being a Devil slayer as well as using the opponent's force to her advantage, she was impressed the guy was still on his feet. Maybe she had to workout more.

Trying to at least get one hit in, the axe user as he was recovering began charging straight at her. Axes were slightly harder to deal with because of the sheer force but the Devil Slayer did what she had done previously and side stepped to evade. Once she had however, almost as if calling it, the man slid to a stop and swung his axe low. It managed to hit the back of her calf to Vyserya's surprise. The crystal encasing her body absorbed most of the impact but the girl could still feel its power as the crystal began to show cracking. There was no external wound but a bruise would likely appear there in the morning. Decidable this made her drop to the ground and slide where she would be able to partially cut the Achilles tendon to disable him from chasing after her or anything of the sort. None of the others looked to be healers so this was the most effective method of removing his threat level. Then man screamed in pain as he fell to his knees just as Vyserya returned to her feet. "Are we almost done here?" she would ask Vyse as she began to recover.

Just like that, somehow they had won a five versus two. It was difficult for the girl to not notice the sparks and theatrics of her brother's fighting after she had completed her side. While crystals were pretty and all they were not exactly the flashiest of magics except for her larger scale ones. With her brother, the sparks from his attacks almost literally lit up the cavern. It was interesting to watch. Testing out her leg to make sure the damage was minimal, she twirled her foot around to make sure the response time was there. Running her fingers through her silver hair, the girl afterwards walked calmly over to where Vyse was as he was concluding his side of the fight only to be stopped part way.

Take care of the other archer? But wasn't he already paralyzed? He said himself that he couldn't move. "I could I guess," she responded hesitantly as her crystal armor began to shatter and dissipate to small particles around her that glittered from the reflection of the electricity. Should she have been worried? They physically won this fight but for some reason the girl felt like she had lost something. Taking the sais that still remained in her hands, a swift strike behind the head of the fallen archer with the flat edge of the crystal weapons would render him unconscious with maybe a concussion. That didn't matter to her though and while she was surrounded by unconscious bodies the need to linger about before returning ran through her limbs and caused her to hesitate looking back.

When her brother reappeared by her there was clear traces of blood on him and she was ninety seven percent sure that was not his own. She felt the need to question it but just as the words rose to her throat they stopped right there. It was almost as if her mouth vetoed that notion. Her expression would have been unreadable mostly because she wouldn't have known what expression she should have had. Nevertheless it didn't matter for Vyse was the first one to say anything. Almost as if unfazed... should Vyserya been unfazed as well? This was maybe one of the times that the girl could feel the distance between the siblings. She bit her tongue. She decided to push this to the back of her mind. It didn't matter. As long as they were together.

"An Ice bear in this cavern?" She'd get her mind off of it by redirecting it to the task at hand. That would only work for so long but it was better than standing there slack jawed. "That seems weird since we're near the base of the mountain and ice bears would migrate near the top if any were around these parts. I'm not sure where to begin tracking it down if the sword is on the move constantly."

Was that Vyse's attempt to try to make her feel better? She glanced away for a second, avoiding his gaze. This was more so because she did not want him to try to read her or stare. It felt awkward coming from her brother. Though still internally struggling there was some sense of relief. Again it was not as if she was against killing but for some reason she felt as if her brother did something... not right. For a moment she released a breath she didn't know was held as the sais in her hands shattered from her hands with the shards falling to the ground. "It's alright. You know I'll still love you no matter what big brother," she would finally say. It was time to move on. She didn't want to linger on this topic much longer.

"Can you not smell the client's scent around here? If its his sword then his scent might still be on it." It was unlikely mostly due to the time period between the loss and the hire of this mission. Besides with the scent of blood in the area she felt as if getting a specific faint scent would be difficult to find in the flood of the bandit's scents. Not that she would know. She was no dragon slayer but she felt as if her wolf companion was here, it would not be pleased. Or maybe it would be since Kaden was a wolf.