Braves of the Six Flowers

[ScarletNova]

Izel quickly and easily finished off the man she was fighting and watched him fall to the ground. It was after that moment that Aiden chose to talk to her. "We all do what has to be done," she commented back to him. It didn't matter if these men were so low for a saint to fight, at least that was what Izel believed. They were the ones that attacked their group, so they deserved to be stopped.

Afterwards, Izel turned and watched Naiv finish up the men she was fighting. By that time, Aiden told her that she could decide what to do with them. It took her a few minutes to speak back, but she had mentioned taking away their weapons. "It works for right now," Izel stated, though it was evident to her that the men could simply find some more weapons somewhere. But, Izel wasn't sure if that was something that she should point out to Naiv, or just let it go. She would let Aiden deal with this situation. Izel would simply follow along with whatever they chose to do.

However, there was the problem of the fact that the leader actually ran away. It would have been better if they had him as well, and then whatever they did might have more affect on the whole group. Perhaps Aiden or Naiv would decide to follow him. Whatever was the decision, Izel would do what was needed of her.

 

[darkflames13]

[ Pathway ]

The lack of response concerned her. Did he perhaps not hear her? Or did he not care? Juliette's mind was spinning from both the creeping fatigue and the confusion that the lad's actions were inducing. It didn't make any sense earlier and now it made even less sense. She racked her mind trying to come up with a sound and logical explanation as to why he wanted them dead. He already knew that they were braves--not exactly since he hasn't really seen their marks yet, but that even made it more nonsensical to her. Why would he attack them when he doesn't even know who they are? Why? WHY?! The question continued to whirl around her head as the smoke finally cleared out. Finally she could see clearly.

The first thing that she saw was her fellow Saint surrounded by pins. She could only assume that it was part of her powers. Juliette couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the Priscilla's abilities as a Saint. It gave her a means of offence, meanwhile what did she have? Time manipulation was powerful, but it was more of a defence than a means of offence. She eased off her fighting stance and moved closer to her fellow Saint. At that moment, Juliette noticed something shoot out from the circle of pins surrounding her fellow Saint. Probably a pin is what her mind concluded. Juliette could barely see it pierce through the air. Only sound indicated its movement. Her eyes immediately darted to the direction of where the pin was heading to and saw their attacker. She saw how he moved to deflect the attack. He then started to cackle after. Juliette's brows settled into a deep frown. What was he laughing at now? His next words ticked her off.

"You two... really think you can kill the Demon God? If you're already struggling against a meager man like me, then this pathetic planet is as good as dead." He then readied himself to resume their fight. With a sword in hand and dart between each finger the boy seemed ready to plunge into action at any given moment. "... Come" He taunted them. This should have threatened her in some way, made her ready herself for action. His words, his actions, his entire being, frustrated her. She wanted to wring his neck. Camaraderie be damned! She was more than ready to kill him now. In fact, she still had enough strength in her to stop time and kill him. He wouldn't see it coming and neither would he be able to retaliate. He would be dead. But she didn't. As much as she wanted to run her chakram across his torso and slice him in half, she knew that would end horribly. He was still a Brave, he was still on their side.

"Figlio di puttana[1]​" Julitte groaned. She then started to glare daggers at the blond male. "Are you an idiot" Her voice was eerily calm yet as viscous as her glare. "There's a damn reason why there are six braves!" She practically screamed. The calm in her voice was instantly replaced with rage and sheer frustration. Juliette's grip on her chakrams tightened with every word as she continued. "We're supposed to work together! It's not a fucking solo mission!" She then moved back into her fighting stance. Her eyes narrowed at her target. "If we need to beat the crap out of you for you to realise that then that's exactly what we'll do" Her voice dropped back to ice as she said this.

Her next few words were whispered quickly and as clearly as she could such that Priscilla was the only one to hear. "I'll wear him out and try to disarm him. Try to find a way to trap him." Without a any hesitation, Jules then threw the chakram in her right hand at him. She made sure to aim it such that it only grazes his cheek at the most, but seeing the man's display in skill so far, she wouldn't be so surprised if he managed to dodge it and prevent any grazes from happening. No matter, the flying chakram was only meant to serve as a distraction. Juliette lurched forward to lunge an attack head on. She swung at him with the chakram at her left hand. The gut would be the obvious target, but Juliette didn't aim for it. Instead, she aimed for the darts between the blond's fingers, hoping to either slice them clean from where they rest.

[1] - Italian for 'Son of a bitch'
Interacted With: Cocky brat (@Shounen Senpai), Priscilla Bramly (@Nano)​