[Asterion Alizarin]

Under normal circumstances, one would possibly feel the need to question why anyone would spend more time in Haven Forest than what is required for classes. To be fair, that wouldn't be a bad question. It was a Grimm infested area that was kept that way for the purpose of training Huntsmen and Huntresses, and, besides maybe for the occasional camping trip, it didn't really seem the place to accomplish much.

"Uoooo!"

Several birds flew from their perches in the trees above as a deep, guttural roar pierced through the air. To those who were familiar with the sound, they would easily be able to discern it as a war cry of one Asterion Alizarin when his Semblance was active. It was a sound that any who had seen the Bull Faunus in his Berserker state knew meant bad news. While the idea of Asterion going nuts in the woods probably wasn't the oddest thing that other students or the faculty could imagine, it was the context that made this whole thing much more interesting.

"C-come ON!You. Have. Got. This-" His voice came out deep, deeper than usual, his words being caught off as he had to take a moment to calm himself. Asterion seemed to have only the level of verbosity to speak basically, with it being understandable that this was more impressive and preferable than simply grunting.

The young man was currently breathing heavily, his breath coming out in great volumes of steam as his Semblance forced his body to become hotter from the stress of its effects. Large beads of sweat rolled down his face as a expression of exertion and, seemingly, pain wracked him. One of Asterion's arms was stretched out, buried somewhat into the trunk of a tree. Whether the tree had somehow insulted him or not was a question for philosophers or historians, but it seemed this had been done to help him maintain uprightness.

Asterion had been spending as much time as he could away from the rest of the Academy in order to try and gain control of his Semblance. After the mission with Reynard, Aegle, and Kishka, he knew that he had attempted to hurt his fellow students in the midst of a fight with Grimm. While he didn't know any of them very well at the time, he still couldn't excuse his actions, even if he had warned them of the possibility and how to corral him. He always made sure to inform the faculty where he was going and for what purpose, and it wasn't hard for them to see why he was working so hard outside of class. If he could eliminate how much of a danger he was to others, then his further studies as a Huntsman-in-training would become much smoother. The forest was also the best place for him to conduct this exercise of his due to the inherent danger that was present.

"Ok. Ok. Still me. Gotta stay me." Asterion loudly muttered to himself, his red eyes dilated heavily as he tried to focus on remaining in control. The instincts were still there, the voices that heavily thrummed and screamed in his head. They wanted him to fight something. Kill something. Prove that he was the strongest. It would be so easy. But now, now he could fully understand what they were saying. Now he had enough control and brain power present to know that everything his Semblance was telling him was wrong. Now he knew that he could tell it 'no'.

That realization particularly seemed to serve to amuse him, his expression of pain now giving way to a smile. Deep, reverberating chuckles escape from between Asterion's clenched teeth, before eventually evolving into joyous, baritone laughter. As he continued to have this revelation, the Faunus proceeded to pull his hand out of the tree and slowly seat himself onto the ground. Mid-laughter, Asterion's currently black Aura slowly began to fade back into white, his sclera slowly following suit, serving to show that his Semblance had run out of steam.

A loud sigh escaped his lips as his body screamed in response to the stress that his Semblance put it under. "I should really apologize to the others. I kinda have been blowing them off for a while to do this." Reaching a hand up to wipe away some of his sweat, Asterion nervously chuckled. "I hope they didn't kick me out of Gardening Club."

Most of his time here in Haven Forest had been alone, with the only people that he was aware of were the occasional faculty member that came out here when he did to keep an eye on him. If anyone was around now, he was certainly unaware. It would be a little awkward to come across this goliath of a student randomly while he's talking to himself, but there were worse things that could happen.

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TAGGED @open

OOC Wanna have a chat in the woods?

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[Chloro Smoke]

we are the lost and the silent    tags: Berwyn Rhodes Asterion Alizarin   WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET  outfit: As described words: 379/379 It was settled. Chloro was to teach Berwyn some stealth tricks. She wasn't too sure how this would pan out due to the sheer size of the girl and her... strange personality but who knows. Maybe she could prove something? As a precaution due to taking Berwyn out into the forests to try against some of the weaker Grimm, she had Bianca pre-record some lines for her tape recorder. Easier to speak than write in the midst of training, and Chloro couldn't talk, duh. So they slogged through the forest whilst she let the tape recorder play out, which led to some... interesting lines. "So the art of stealth is to obviously be quiet and sneaky. How to be quiet sounds obvious but isn't. Controlled breathing, slow movements not just the legs, but the upper torso too... god I wish no one would go this slow with me jeeeez. Chloro's eyes darted to her tape recorder as that line came out and she narrowed them before letting out a silent sigh as they kept going. Bianca, you're a prick. "Don't make sudden movements. For the sneaky part, you don't want to be obvious. You need to blend into the environment, it's easy for me.. I mean Chloro, because she's a chameleon faunus, so she can blend into whatever. I could do with being blended right now." That was the jist of the tape recorder, actual script followed by one or two dirty jokes. Chloro understood a few but not many, as she didn't really understand that concept just yet. However, their session was cut short, as some roars echoed in the distance. A quick gesture to the giant to hush and follow was made before she darted off with lighter-than-air steps. As she paced through the forest, the roaring stopped and they came closer to a huge bull faunus, seemingly letting out steam and talking to himself. Something about Gardening Club. Not sure what gardening was, but she assumed it was similar to her mechanics one. Maybe some class? Not sure. However, Chloro went to writing, as this wasn't scripted, and she handed Berwyn a note. "Try and sneak up onto him. Good live target, just don't get brutalised by him, could get ugly and Bianca would kill me." ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

[Berwyn Rhodes]

Berwyn wore full camo.

It was honestly the most important and silly aspect that shouldn't be understated.

She wore a beige desert camo tracksuit, in a forest.

When the fabled date of Chloro's training arrived, Berwyn wanted to be ready for it and fully immerse herself into the experience. She wanted to learn how to be as stealthy as she could be, so that she would be able to pass on that knowledge to her future students. She tried to find the appropriate gear for the situation to be ready. She found a store online that sold cheap combat gear, and she found a suitable green camo pattern that would be usable in a forest. More so, it was her size. Meaning...that is was size XL and intended for a man.

When it got delivered, and Berwyn opened the box like it was a Birthday gift, she was honestly disappointed beyond believe.

It was an ugly beige.

Still, she paid money for it, and she was honestly to afraid to call customer service and go through that whole ordeal.

So, Berwyn was rocking desert camo at training.

The giantess followed Chloro as the tape played out. Bianca had found a way to record all of it without Berwyn listening in. She was told to be a good girl and get out of the room for an evening while Bianca recorded some script that Chloro had given her. When Berwyn returned, it was done. Berwyn took the time to procure snacks in the meantime and they had a fun enough time afterwards. She said that it was exactly what was needed, and Berwyn allowed herself to be surprised.

It was honestly not far off from what Berwyn expected Bianca to record, and more than once it brought a chuckle that wasn't that good for stealth training. Than again, listening to a tape while trying to be silent might be considered bad sneaking all around. No matter. The training took an unexpected turn when Chloro and Berwyn heard a voice from the distance. Well, more like a scream.

Berwyn thought it was an animal.

From her angle, she didn't had a good view of whatever Chloro was looking it. Berwyn was a big girl, and to keep hidden from whatever they were stalking, she kinda needed to make sure that she herself could not be seen. Her teacher presented a note, and Berwyn gave a nod, not making a sound.

Berwyn's approach was a vertical one. Instead of moving along the ground. Berwyn used her semblance to float up into the air till she was about 6 meters up. High enough to be near enough branches of the surrounding trees. Without making even a gasp, she started to glide towards the source of the sound like a parade float of stealthiness.

When Asterion first came into proper view, Berwyn's semblance gave out and the giantess face planted 6 meters towards the ground about a few feet away from the Bull Faunus. She screamed all the way down. There was a loud and audible groan as she laid spread out, not seeming to move as she needed to process this.

The person in front of her... looked almost exactly like her old OC boyfriend when she was younger.

That is, original character, do not steal.

Berwyn was a troubled enough youth. One of her mayor problems was that she couldn't get a healthy romantic relationship when her peers did. She was honestly not picky at that time; boyfriend...or girlfriend...or...human...or Faunus...PERSON, she would have been happy with almost anything. Most were simply not interested in it because of her height, others for her previously aggressive personality. So, one night of being 14 and moody, she went to town on a page of her journal to draw up her perfect boyfriend.

He had to be taller than her.

He had to have more muscles than her.

He had long flowing white hair because she wanted to give him blue hair, but she lost the color blue so she just left it white.

She gave him red eyes, because of that lack of creativity angsty teens have.

He had scars on his arms and chest because he was a rugged individual, and he was of course shirtless because he was drawn by a moody girl that wanted to draw abs badly.

There were only two things that didn't fit the picture

He didn't wore an eye patch because he got injured in a duel to protect her honor.

And he had horns. Which was not something Berwyn thought about or drawn.

Other than that, he was so very close to her OC 'Cliff Steelwind' that it freaked her out a bit as she was still laying on the ground to process all of this.

She would need a good minute for that.

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[Asterion Alizarin]

Asterion was entirely unaware of the women sneaking through the forest and brush around him, or, in the case of Berwyn, floating above him. He was far too absorbed in how sore his body was after his Semblance running out, combined with the fact he was kind of off in his own world as far as thinking was concerned. The Bull Faunus, while he was certainly smarter than he gave himself credit for, he was a bit of a natural airhead. His proficiency at working on autopilot while his brain and mouth were going in a separate direction from what he was doing was shocking.

That being said, Asterion was looking at the fact the sleeves of his track suit had apparently burst, ripped, and were basically useless. At the sight of the now ruined track suit jacket, he let out a loud sigh and unzipped the article of clothing and took it off, leaving his chest exposed. His durability and control with his Semblance had certainly grown, as he used to come out of Berserker with broken bones, but now he only had to deal with destroyed articles of clothing on occasion. It was certainly an improvement, but it was also a bit of an annoyance. It cost money to get outfits tailored for his size, and, while he got money from the school and still had some savings left over from his tournament winnings, this clothing replacement business was getting expensive.

And people wondered why his combat outfit was so lacking in extensive... coverage.

Neatly folding the destroyed track jacket, Asterion set it on the ground as he started to get up. His eyes searched the small clearing among the trees he had been training in for his weapons, as he wasn't so brazen to believe that he didn't need to bring Labrys to the forest. That exact sort of thinking was how sad and horrifying stories came to be, and he did not want to be a sad memory for his friends and the staff at the school.

His eyes eventually locked onto the pair of axes, currently having been left in their handaxe forms and embedded in the exact opposite tree he had been punching during training. While Asterion could now remember the entire event of using his Semblance, he was still glad that he had instinctively acted to keep himself from using his weapons.

Just as he began to move across the clearing to retrieve Labrys, however, a woman seemed to fall from the skies above and land in front of Asterion...

"Well, that's certainly new." He absentmindedly thought, having not quite come to the realization of what had fully happened yet. Was this a thing that happened in the city? Did girls just fall from the heavens? That seemed unlikely, since most people, especially without Aura, didn't really take to falling too well. However, this girl seemed to be close to his size, which was a pleasant surprise. Besides his own parents and Grimm, Asterion hadn't really encountered anything or anyone else that came close to his musculature or height. And, while this line of thinking was very intriguing, his mind slowly began to catch up with reality, pushing aside any further questioning or appreciation, and the giant of a student quickly moved forward to check on the woman.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay, miss?!" Asterion asked in a concerned and caring, but, ultimately, loud way. "Are you hurt anywhere?! I'm not a medic, but I've got my jacket that I can rip up and make crappy, basic bandages with!"

Asterion moved to get the woman in a more comfortable position so she wasn't face first on the ground, and was making doing a quick scan to see if there was any blood seeping into her clothes or any obvious bones sticking out of where they shouldn't. Unfortunately, a facet of Asterion's personality was revealed this day: while he was, in fact a Bull Faunus, he had a tendency to act like a mother hen. He wasn't exactly controlling like a mother hen, but he had a bad habit of getting way to worried if someone was possibly hurt in front of him. This was a very easy trait to take advantage of, but it wasn't too well known yet. Time would tell how the woman would react.

WORDS 725

TAGGED Berwyn Rhodes Chloro Smoke

OOC It's raining women, hallelujah

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[Chloro Smoke]

we are the lost and the silent    tags: Berwyn Rhodes Asterion Alizarin   WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET  outfit: As described words: 235/614 With the order understood by Berwyn, they moved in closer and she noticed that Berwyn's semblance let her levitate, which actually changed alot for teaching. If she's not touching anything, she's completely silent. A like smirk formed from under the mask as she then watched her float into this small clearing, up high before that fated drop. She had gone invisible, her hands gripping her longsword hilt and scabbard it came in. It was nothing special, if anything she hadn't had the time to tend and care for the blade, so it was beginning to rust at the hilt. Now that this guy was standing at his maximum height, it was honestly terrifying. She felt dwarfed comparitively, and considering just how skinny she was, if this guy managed to get a hold of her, she was as good as fucking dead. She took exceptionally careful steps forward as both Asterion and Berwyn seemed to freeze, her sword slowly sliding out from the scabbard as the bull began to fawn over Berwyn, making sure she's okay. A silent sigh of relief came from the near-invisible entity as she revealed herself, just a few metres infront. Sword slid back into it's holster and she stood up properly, still tiny at 5'2. Notepad out, pencil and she went to town writing again, before handing it over. "Thought you were trouble, names Chloro. This girl that fell is Berwyn." ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

[Berwyn Rhodes]

Berwyn wanted to just pretend she hadn't heard the walking beefcake talking. And called her miss to boot, which was both very polite and made her feel all tingly inside of her stomach. He also offered to rip up his jacket to bandage her non-existent wounds. Could she like...make herself bleed real quick or fake an injury or something? 

Yes, she was fangirling a bit about a complete stranger because of a drawing she made ten years ago. Get off her incredibly well-toned back! 

God, Bianca would have a field day if she saw Berwyn like this.

...

She could never know. 

When Asterion helped the giantess up from the ground, she would have no obvious injuries of any kind. Not even a scratch or a rip in her stupid beige camo tracksuit. Her white hair was a wild mane that didn't seemed to want to remain in place for long. When their eyes met, Berwyn couldn't keep herself from blushing heavily. She wanted to say thanks but as she opened her mouth, words failed her. 

What if she said something wrong? He is so handsome and kind!

So, Berwyn remained mute but blushing up a storm as she went to set down next to the Faunus on her knees. When Chloro approached, Berwyn was again too baffled to say something. 

Still, the actual mute gave provided a solution. After Asterion had read the message, she held out two hands. One towards the beefy Faunus for the paper, and one towards Chloro to get her pen. If the message wouldn't be clear to the later, she would write with her finger on the paper to indicate that she wanted to write something down.

When she had all her tools, she wrote something on the paper as well. Despite using her knees as a surface, Berwyn actually had a pretty enough handwriting style that you just knew she used to practise for hours when she was little. She handed the paper back to Asterion when she was done. Attempting a go big or go home tactic, she went bold while writing in cursive;

"I am alright. Thank you! My friend is mute and I am just shy! I wanted to say 'Do you come here often, or should I fall into your life another time as you seemed to be busy training. Want some sparring buddies?'. I now wrote, so please don't think I am weird."

Berwyn's hair ensured that with only a flick of her head she could hide behind her locks. In a way she was proud she had the figurative balls to write that down, even if she couldn't say it. Otherwise, she thought that she had just blew it with that icebreaker. 

Berwyn failed stealth class hard, didn't she?

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[Asterion Alizarin]

Asterion was concerned for a few moments that the woman he was helping up had hit her head or something due to her silence. Sometimes a concussion could make people disoriented enough that talking was hard, and he began to berate himself for not having any pain medication or something else he could use to help her out. He wasn't a doctor by any stretch, though, and he would have to settle for doing his best at being comforting and possibly carrying her back to the school and to the infirmary.

His thought process was interrupted before he could ask if she wanted him to take her to the infirmary, Asterion's attention having been grabbed by the sudden appearance of another person in the clearing. On instinct, he reached over to the tree where the two, compact forms of Labrys were embedded into the bark. The bull Faunus kept one arm wrapped around the girl, and retrieved one of the two weapons, wrenching it free from the tree. The sound of a switch flipping could be heard, as the telescopic handle of the weapon extended out, revealing one of the two Labrys greataxes at full size. By the time he turned back to face the person that entered the area, he found that they were holding out a piece of paper. Instead of outright questioning her, he quickly let his eyes scan over the words presented to him.

Oh, they knew each other.

Well... this was embarrassing.

Flipping the switch on the handle again, Asterion chuckled nervously as he sat the now compact weapon on the ground next to him. "I am so sorry for that, miss. My gut reaction when someone is injured is to guard them, so I apologize for pulling a weapon on you for a second." His smile was an awkward one, showing that he clearly felt sheepish about the whole thing. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Chloro," he said to the newcomer before looking down at the now identified person he was taking care of, "and you, as well, Miss Berwyn."

Asterion, for all his politeness, was not known for his extensive social skills. It was for that exact purpose that he felt like he just committed social suicide by pointing a Labrys at someone he didn't know, who hadn't made a wrong move yet. One of his goals at the school was to make friends, and, unfortunately, most people didn't try to make friends with someone who points a weapon at them.

It was during this time of contemplating how much of a disaster he was that he watched as Berwyn acquired the paper and pencil from Chloro. The young man briefly considered if both of them were mute, since he hadn't heard a peep from either of them since their arrival. He wouldn't hold it against them if they were. Sure, he was awkward, but he wasn't an actual bastard.

When he received the paper and read it, Asterion laughed loudly. For some reason, the line of 'fall into your life another time' had tickled him. "I do come here every once in a while, and no, your not being a bother. I train here to control my semblance, since it kinda makes me go a little crazy. I'm finally getting the hang of it, though. And I'd love some sparring buddies. Most people don't train with me since they've either heard about my Semblance from one of the people I went on a mission with, or they think they wouldn't be able to keep up with me because of my size. So, yeah, I'd like that." His smile was much more genuine by now, flashing his pearly whites for all to see. "I'm glad to see you're alright, though. I was about to haul you to the infirmary at the school."

WORDS 641

TAGGED Berwyn Rhodes Chloro Smoke

OOC Sheepish Beef

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[Chloro Smoke]

we are the lost and the silent    tags: Berwyn Rhodes Asterion Alizarin   WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET  outfit: As described words: 217/831 Chloro watched as Berwyn took her writing tools to also write a response to the huge bull faunus. A tilt of her head was given, unsure as to why she wrote to the guy instead of just talking, until she took it back and read it through. Huh, she was shy? That was definitely not what she expected. She did however give a nod back, with a little bow in response. She should be polite after he was polite too. Gesturing to Berwyn, she then mimicked her hands as if to talk with him before backing off and sitting besides a tree. She wasn't a fighter, more of an ambusher. Letting Berwyn and Asterion get along, she pulled her longsword out and began to wipe it down, trying to clean it of the rust and grime. During this time, she would let herself think and hum lightly as she slowly cleaned. It wasn't much and the humming began to change and combine with her wound in her throat, causing some strange gutteral noises whilst humming. She looked up to the two no matter what they would be doing, smiling lightly and keeping her eyes focused on the two. There wasn't much she could do, as even with both of them, one punch would absolutely shatter her skeleton. ♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

[Berwyn Rhodes]

You may guard me with those strong manly arms any day of the weak, you delicious looking hulk...

Berwyn was still basically swooning at the sight and mannerisms of the gentle bull that she kind of missed that Bianca was almost attacked for the sake of self defense. After it all happened and she handed Asterion the note, she regained some of her senses again as she went to stand ext to Chloro. The giantess blushed and laughed when Asterion laughed. It wasn't exactly one of 'those' fake laughs, but it came damn close to it as she was even more making a fool of herself.

One of her fingers started to twirl in her hair as she listened to Asterion's response. He seemed to be open to the idea for some friendly sparring. Sparring under friends, doing friendly maneuvers together. Getting all tangled up. Like friends do. Totally. Berwyn looked besides her at Chloro, and she seemed to be... letting Berwyn and Asterion chat and spar?

Either she understood the situation very well, or she was just not interested.

Well... more beefcake for Berwyn!

She gave a big smile towards Chloro and mouthed a 'Thank you' with her mouth before she gave Asterion her full attention. While her beige tracksuit might have some purpose, she wouldn't trust it with her life if she needed to fight with it. As she lowered the zipper on the front, she started to talk. "Alright, I..." Fuck, I talked, didn't I? She blinked and blushed some more, taking of her jacket to be left only in a black tank top. Hopefully that would distract him enough to not notice? Berwyn was responsible enough to stretch and while she was busy warming up her body, more words came out of her mouth.

"Alright, cards on the table. I am a ranged fighter who throws rocks." She showed the bracers around her arms, and the Earth Dust inside of them was visible from the outside. "My semblance allows me to fly. Well, float." Without another moment of hesitation, her hair lighted up slightly and the woman lifted up from the ground just a bit, staying about a feet of the ground for now.

Berwyn believed in giving her sparring partners a honest view of her semblance and weapons. She didn't believed much in cheap shots and winning by underhanded tactics. Not her style.

Seeming about done with her warm-up, she brought her hands together and cracked her knuckles. Just as her muscles were now loosened, the protect of a fight had gotten her nerves under control. "All right. How can Berwyn lighten up your day? Want me to throw projectiles, want me to wrestle with you, or do you want an earnest fight?"

Hmm. Getting a great idea, Berwyn just went for it. "Also, if I am to your... satisfaction..." She pointed a finger towards the bull. "I get to buy you dinner! Nothing beats a good meal after a fight." She looked towards Chloro, giving her both a thumbs up and a wink. She was of course going to take her friend with her too if she wanted. Honestly, they should honestly find Chloro to go on a date with. Maybe a deaf guy?

...That was mean Berwyn. Shame.

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[Asterion Alizarin]

Rocks?

That was certainly a new one on Asterion. Most of the ranged fighters he had seen and fought with in tournaments had relied on some form of firearms or a semblance that granted them some form of ranged offense. Using Earth Dust to huck rocks at your opponent was definitely a creatively simple way of using one's strength, and he could appreciate the idea. Maybe he should consider some unorthodox way of using Dust to mix in with his fighting style? That would certainly earn him some points from the teachers, since his weapon and type of fighting had all but disregarded using Dust.

He was already improving his semblance, so maybe catching up with the times would do him some favors.

"Since you feel comfortable enough to speak and gave me a breakdown of your style, I'll return the favor." Asterion said, his wide grin plastered on his face as he went and retrieved the other Labrys. Wrenching the other, compact ax from the tree, he flipped the switches on both of the weapons, causing them to extend to their full length. "I am what some others have called a 'tank'. I get up in your face and do as much damage as I can while absorbing or dodging blows, and I'd be hard pressed to think of someone who can draw the Grimm away from teammates better than myself. My semblance allows me to give up some of my intelligence for some physical upgrades, though it's triggered by stress and turns me into a negative emotion beacon."

Even though he had some pride about how he had learned to control his semblance better, he still felt ashamed of it to a certain degree. Other students with transformation semblances didn't have to worry about their powers to the degree that Asterion had to, as it literally made monsters come careening at him. That was one of the few downsides about coming to the forest for training. Despite the fact it was the best way to train without accidentally hurting someone, it did have a tendency to draw in the Grimm that the school kept here for training and test purposes. He'd had to go the infirmary first thing in the morning some days as a result, earning him some degree of annoyed looks from the medical staff.

Shaking those thoughts from his head, Asterion began to ponder Berwyn's question. He honestly hadn't expected it, nor was he entirely certain how to answer. Most of the times that he had sparred back in the arenas before matches had just been earnest fights, and he had never really considered that there other forms of one-on-one training.

Taking a low stance, his arms out wide with the two Labrys in either hand and the chains of the weapons wrapped firmly in place around his wrists, the bull Faunus grinned. "Hmmm, let's make it interesting. Surprise me. Do whatever you feel like, maybe pull out some tricks when I'd least expect it. I'll do the same. We might as well enjoy ourselves, Miss Berwyn."

"And, funnily enough, I was also planning on offering dinner after this for you two, as well." A low chuckle escaped from Asterion's throat, turning briefly to look over at Chloro. "Dinner and a show is always a great way to spend the day, so I hope you enjoy it too. If you ever feel like getting a sneak attack in from the sidelines, feel free. I have no problem with a 2v1, or if you wanna act like a support, if such a thing piques your fancy."

Looking back towards Berwyn, he maintained his stance and his grin. "Ladies first."

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TAGGED Berwyn Rhodes Chloro Smoke

OOC Beefboy is ready for a scrap

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