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So they weren't permitted to use horses. It was expected, after all. Sherry knew that Doric was a promiment horseman, though the professors and faculty most likely wanted to see how they did on foot. Even then, the Marlon boy's plan was solid. She nodded at her friend's words, then turned to Alex. "We should keep the sturdy fighters on the defense, yes. I'll also take flanking duty, though I'll keep an eye out for any openings we can exploit. I'll make sure to tell you who the ranged should target," she added as she turned to Leon and Lapis. Doric was a magic user as well from what she could remember, but he'd be better using his lance for the time being. "If we stick to our plan, I believe we'll emerge victorious."
With nothing else to add, she took the head of the group as she led them onto the field. They walked along at a leisurely stroll, Juno staying to the very back of the group as she followed. As they walked, Sherry noticed that the environment became less and less flat as they went on; ahead of them laid a steady slope upwards. The slope was laden with bushes and trees, and with a sour face she realized that they were at a disadvantage. She stopped for a moment, knowing that she shouldn't walk any further in the off chance they would be disqualified for a false start. For once, the group was silent; no words passed between them as the moments passed. She reached for her lance and held it at the ready, listening to the grass from the fields blow in the wind behind them.
The silence was shattered by a crackle in the sky. Sherry looked up to see colors blossom across the horizon. The start of the battle. She gripped the shaft of her lance even harder, once again taking a swift pace as they made their way up the slope. Her eyes scanned the area in front of them, surprised to see that someone was already standing only a ways away from them. She saw the dark hair of Victor, grinding her teeth when she noticed the greatsword rested on his shoulders. Victor was in plain sight of them, only a few yards from the treeline-- then again, so were they. So why was he just out there in the open? She took a few steps toward him, her kneels bent in preparation. She tipped her head to the side, confused. He was challenging all of them here? He was grossly outnumbered.
"You've finally arrived," Victor called out, slinging the tip of his sword down into the grass.
Sherry remained still, her gaze unmoving.
"That's new," Mael stated from somewhere behind her.
It was new. She was unsure of what to do. Just exactly what was Victor planning?
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