A Little Advanced Training [Training/Jahan]

The outskirts of this small town provided excellent training ground, Ayero thought. The topography of the land was hilly and bare of most trees, good for stretching every muscle in her legs. Despite having to swing a blade to earn a living, the Fanalis woman felt the need to keep her body in fighting shape at all times should something unexpected arise. The memories of the chaotic slave auction in Heliohapt fueled this thought, and with tension between Reim and the Kou invaders one could never be too careful.

It happened that a group of shady characters were making their way along the dirt path to the town, not out of the training woman’s line of sight. Pausing in her movements to study them, she notices how they walk carefully, bodies shrouded in dark cloaks. Eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion, she straightens and begins to walk toward them, wary of the way they seem to be turning their heads to survey the area and looking over their shoulders often. When she catches sight of the unmistakable glint of a metallic blade as one of the figures shifts to adjust his covering, she breaks into a fast walk and calls out to them. ”Oi!”


With the bodies of most of the would-be thieves scattered around her, Ayero prepares her final assault on the remaining man. Their apparent leader had sat back for most of the fight while allowing his men to fight and die for him. Fixed on ending this quickly, Ayero leaps into the air and focuses on feeling and then gathering the magoi in her body, willing it into her left arm and extending it around her blade. She could practically feel her energy burning hot against the steel as she swings the weapon down with practiced precision, cutting deeply into her opponent with her diagonal Cross Slash.


The man’s subsequent scream turns into a painful gurgle as he chokes on his own blood, the slash catching him in the throat and extending to his hip at a sharp angle. Landing swiftly on the ground as the man falls, Ayero huffs and flicks a stray locke of hair from her face. Standing there for a moment to regain her bearings and ensure that the danger was over, she realizes that the bodies were blocking the road. ”Oh…” She mutters, scratching at her head. She sets to work quickly, dragging the defeated men to the side of the road, the black snake around her body unwinding himself from his master to help move the roadblocks.

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Jahangir was in the middle of his daily training. Well just baout as daily as he could manage to get it with Typhon business always in the way. None the less he could feel that over the last few weeks his body was growing in strength again, he could run several miles and his strength had to have doubled from previously. He was eager to try out new techniques though, he could tell there was something he was missing from being truly powerful and he couldn't wait to fill in the gaps.

He could tell that the distance between himself and his second in command Zadi was till great though, and it troubled him through the run. Bleh. He'd get over it, He would become a powerful guild master and a force to be reckoned with in due time. Jahangir then spotted a beautiful Red head, she was surrounded by rather shady looking idiots. In an effort to "rescue" her Jahangir sped up his sprint but before he could make it the woman dispatched her foes. The attack was beautiful and writhed with power. The bandits were on the floor now and a large snake Jahan guessed to be her pet started unwinding himself from her and heading towards the bandits.

He didn't know if it was going to eat the bandits bodies or not but Jahan didn't really think much of it. He was an idiot and didn't have a good concept of fear, so he approached the woman with a smile. Jahangir was dressed like he usually was when working out, devoid of gold jewelry and a shirt. Wearing pure black loose fitting pants and no shoes. He was mesmerized by the woman's skill he just had to learn how to do that. He needed that power and would do anything for it.

"Hey. Im Jahan! Umm. That thing you just did there, I need you to teach me how to do it."

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Engrossed in clearing the bodies from the road, neither Ayero nor Kabu notices Jahan approaching until he announces his presence. Turning swiftly to the dark haired young man, the Fanalis woman’s eyes narrow in suspicion at the sudden appearance. She looks the man over, sizing him up. He didn’t appear threatening on sight and had no visible weapons, but by the way he introduced himself she figured he was either very friendly or up to something.

The snake glides back up Ayero’s body, prepared to attack if she gave an order. His large red eyes remain fixed on Jahan the entire time, watching the young man for any aggressive movements. ”What thing?” She takes a step forward, widening her stance slightly with her scimitar in hand.


Sensing his master’s unease, Kabu once again slithers down from her body, heading toward Jahan. Ayero does not reprimand the snake but rather keeps a keen eye on his movements, trusting whatever it was he was about to do. The black snake makes his way over to the half-Fanalis man and slithers up his body, winding around his torso in a similar fashion to how he rested on Ayero. He stops after wrapping around the man’s chest, holding his head just inches away from Jahan’s face and stares into his eyes. Kabu would not wrap around him so tightly that it would be difficult to breathe, and the man would still be able to move as his arms or legs were not bound. Mouth set in a thin line, Ayero watches Jahan to see how he reacts to the snake.

Jahangir watched the womans reaction, she was so...Stiff? Geez she needed to chill out a bit. She was obviously sizing him up for a fight but Jahangir only wanted to talk and do some training. The woman was also very attractive so he wouldn't mind taking her out either but that was beside the point. The mans ADHD got him sidetracked again. He was brought back to reality by the feeling of a lack snake slither up his body and attach itself to him.

For a moment Jahan just looked at the serpant, and then he grinnned and burst into laughter at what just happened.

"Well then hello to you too Mr. Uhhh, Snake?" He said while laughing, the whole thing was so weird he didnt know how to feel about it. Instead he rubbed the snakes head, hey the guy didnt have a good concept of fear and all. Wasnt like Jahangir exactly valued his life. So he started walking to Ayero confidently his hands behind his back.

"So umm.. Will you train me?"
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Ayero’s stony expression turns into a comical gawk as Jahan laughs and reaches out to pet Kabu. He’s petting a strange poisonous snake  that is wrapped around his body. This…what’s wrong with this guy?! Ayero closes her open mouth and straightens, a hard look in her eyes as she continues to watch the two interact. In response to Jahan’s reaction, the snake simply tilts his head and flicks out his tongue to tickle the man’s nose.

As he walks over to Ayero, Kabu slithers from the man’s body to take his place around Ayero. She reaches up to place a hand on his head, realizing that the snake had judged this man to be genuine in his interest. However, the stubborn woman still wasn’t entirely convinced. ”What exactly is it that you want me to teach you? Swordplay?” She gives him another once-over and raises a brow seeing that he has no visible weapon.

Jahan waved at the snake as he slithered off of him and back to his master. Funny little animal, Jahan guessed he was just checking him out or something; Similar to a dog sniffing someones hand. Jahan placed his hands in his pockets and went back to giving the same sly smile he usually did.

"I'm pretty Decent with a sword, I want to know what was how the last technique you used works. The Slash and all you defeated the bandits with."

Jahan was observing he move and he highly doubted he could pull off the same stunt with his strength, he had observed and guessed this woman was a fanalis but still it made no sense for her to be able to decimate that group in a single blow. There had to be something behind that technique, maybe it was he way she moved or something. He didnt know, whatever it was He just wanted to find out.

"Oh Yea. The Names Jahangir by the way. Im the Master of a little guild in Reim, we do a lot of work for the people so being strong is a must" He scratched his head hoping that maybe she was from Reim. Or that maybe she'd sympathize with him helping the people.

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Pursing her lips in a thin line at the young man, she examines him with a critical eye. She couldn’t tell if he was up to something, or simply curious about her magoi manipulation technique. The latter would make sense, magoi manipulation itself was something she’d never heard of until recently so she doubted that many knew of it.

”So you noticed, huh…”

Still stroking the snake’s scales, she gives Jahan a thoughtful look. He must have a keen eye and some decent skill to know that her final attack and some sort of unorthodox power behind it and not just fueled by her own massive strength. Anyone could plainly see that the slash was stronger, but if this man was asking her to teach him then he could probably tell that the technique didn’t rely on skill alone. Glancing over at the snake on her shoulder, she notes his unconcerned expression and turns back to Jahan. Waving for him to follow, she leads them away from the road and back to where she’d been training. ”Ayero. And this is Kabu.” She tilts her head to the snake as they walk. Her eyes narrow in curiosity as he mentions his guild, wondering if they did mercenary work if he had to be “strong”. ”What kind of guild is this?”

Regardless of Jahan’s answer, Ayero wouldn’t disagree to train him.  Her curiosity about this strange young man had gotten the better of her, and part of her wanted to see if he’d be able to perform magoi manipulation.

”I’m not sure if you’re aware, but all living things have this…sort of energy called “magoi” inside of them. I myself don’t know much about it, but if I concentrate I can feel it moving in my own body.” Brandishing her scimitar in front of her, she continues her explanation. ”I’ve learned to gather this energy and focus it into my arm, and eventually around my sword. By manipulating the magoi that flows through my body, I am able to wield it as if it’s an extension of my arm.”

Giving Jahan a pointed look, she sheaths her sword and stands before him with her hands on her hips. ”Try it. Try feeling the “magoi” in your body.”

Jahan nodded at Ayero and Kabu, he rather liked their names.

"What Kind of Guild is It?" Ayero asked him, he supposed not everyone would have heard of his guild as of yet. However he didnt even know exactly how to answer The question. What kind of Guild was Typhon, they kind of just took anyone off the streets, gave them a room and a sword and bunch of odd jobs. I mean there's a code of conduct and all, and the whole "Helping the people of Reim" but was it fair enough to call them warriors? Mercenaries?  Jahan shook his head mentally, it didnt matter what he thought the rest of the world probably saw them as a mercenary guild and that would be that.

"Were sort of a mercenary guild. Or you could say a Vigilante group? Whatever, we do jobs for the people of Reim that they themselves can't do. Clearing out bandits, stopping thieves, putting an end to slave traders. Anything that comes our way, we protect the people, thats our way of giving back to Reim..." Jahan summarized it in the best way he could and he hoped maybe Ayero would be interested in joining the group. Her strength would be highly admired.

She began explaining Magoi and roughly how it was manipulated, brandishing her scimitar for a demonstration before sheathing it. The information made Jahan's head spin, he was extremely excited for it, everything from the terms to the power seemed magical to him and he was instantly drawn to it.

”Try it. Try feeling the “magoi” in your body.”

Didnt need to tell him twice, he extended his arms to his side and closed his eyes trying to concentrate. He wondered what exactly Magoi felt like. Maybe it felt like steam, or a cloud? Clouds were nice, what exactly were clouds anyway? The boys thoughts as usual ran amuck in his head, but he caught himself and focused back on his initial train of thought. Feeling his Magoi he began concentrating on an inner feeling in his gut, he got a warm sensation but everything was so difficult! It was all of the noise constantly going about in his head.

"Quiet!" He shouted mentally, and for a few moments his mind cleared. He then was introduced to a warm electric like warmth, and upon tapping into it his clothes and hair ruffled for a second. It was over as fast as it had began and only a keen eye would have caught that Jahan was successful.  Or how promising the potential he had for the skill was.

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She doesn’t speak as Jahan lapses into silence, closing his eyes and attempting to concentrate. She watches him with mild interest, wondering if he’d be able to feel the flow of his own magoi for himself. Her mind briefly ventures back to his explanation of the guild he headed, wondering if he truly was committed to protecting the people of Reim. It was a nice thought that there were others looking out for the people, especially in such tumultuous times. Admirable, even.

Keeping watch on the young man as he concentrated, Ayero noticed the slight movement of his hair and clothing. Given that there wasn’t a breeze at the time, she supposed it had something to do with him being able to register his magoi. Not waiting around for him to affirm this, she speaks once more to him.

”Feeling it now, eh?” She comments, running a hand through her red locks. ”Now try and move it, focus it into your fists or legs. Once you think you’ve got that…” She widens her stance and smirks, raising her arms in front of her in preparation. ”…come at me.”

And come at her he would, Jahangir leapt int battle as he always did and he began sparring with Ayero. Which for the most part was a losing battle, he was subtly improving his skills however, and constantly seeing the error in his ways and discovering new techniques. He began honing his swordsmanship more, each and every day, rather it be a few hundred swings of his sword he would try to find Ayero and practice with her. He was beginning to form a sort of tutor relationship with the fanalis women and his respect for her grew greatly. This is also when Jahangir began his extensive Magoi Manipulation Training. At the end of the month however he stopped meeting with Ayero. His last words being in a letter addressed to her.

"Lets meet again, Err here? In one more month"'

It was vague random and all around jahangir like. He was just being himself one moment training his heart out and the next on to something completely different. Yet he did want to meet his friend again, if not only to show off his new found strength.

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Over the past month, Ayero’s thoughts on Jahangir shifted rather dramatically. At first she thought he was just some punk kid looking for a fight or some way to get into trouble. Though wary of him initially, she had agreed to teach him what she knew of magoi manipulation as sort of a test to satisfy her own curiosity. Harnessing the power of one’s magoi to the point where it could be used in battle was not an easy task and would take more than just a few days of intensive training to master, so she figured that Jahan would likely give up on learning it after a short while. She was surprised when he met her at the same spot the next day, and continued to do so for a few weeks.

Even though she initially outmatched him in skill and the sessions often ended with him fatigued, she had to admire his dedication. He was surprisingly apt in fighting to begin with, and eventually the Fanalis woman was able to see that the kid had potential to excel in battle. It wouldn’t come easily, and she reminded him of this every so often, but he didn’t seem to mind. It was during this time that she also felt somewhat of a bond form with the other halfling, often scolding him for his sometimes eccentric behavior. So it came as no surprise to her when instead of Jahan, she found his message to her one morning when she went to meet him for their daily training. With a shrug of her shoulders and a roll of her eyes, she departed for the next town. She’d try to return in a month, but she was running low on coin and needed to go someplace more populated to find decent work.

After roughly a month, Ayero found herself in a good enough position to allow her to return to the small town where she had first met and trained Jahan. Strolling to the outskirts of the village where they often sparred, she scans the horizon for any sign of the dark haired young man.

Jahan sat atop a boulder in the outskirts of the village. He was meditating slightly, however he couldn't truly commit to it because of his excitement to reunite with Ayero. He hadn't seen the fanalis women in a month and he missed her more than he expected to, maybe it was because she had helped him on his path and started his training. Maybe it was because she introduced him to a skill that he both loved and mastered. '

Today however he was going to show her the fruits of his labor, and the results of her tutorship. This wasn't exactly an effort to make Ayero proud or anything like that either. Jahan just wanted to show off and boost his ego, he suspected that Ayero may feel the same way about that too, yet he knew she would be shocked to see his ability when he did display it. Jahangir peeked his eyes open at the soft sound of leaves crunching, he spotted Ayero scanning the field no doubt looking for him.

"Over here! Big Sis!"

He hadn't called the woman his sister before this time, yet he really felt like it. The sight of her made his heart jump a bit, he hopped off the boulder and ran to Ayero. Jahan was wearing baggy black pants and no shirt as usual with his training apparel. I mean who wears a shirt to train anyway it will just get all sweaty? As Jahan ran his muscles flexed, and if Ayero was paying attention she would notice that he had gotten much larger than the last time they met. His muscle mass had grown and while he was still lean his physique had an air of power.

Jaja ran up and hugged the women full force, lifting her off her feet with ease and spinning her around.

"I missed you big sis! Oh and how was Kabu?"

Jahan's excitement was finally fulfilled as he reunited with his friend. He began to recount his adventures since she had left and all of his bizarre and seemingly impossible training methods. He made sure to add extra emphasis to the stories, everything from balancing on one finger, to meditating for 12 hours a day, then just about every ludacris method he experimented and perfected upon. He was purposely hyping up his strength to try and make Ayero skeptical, the final straw was what he said next.

"There is likely no person on this earth as advanced at manipulating magoi as me. Yep, while I havent made several techniques for the art yet, I am without a doubt "The Supreme Master of Magoi""

He put it in the most gallant way he possibly could before putting his hands on his hips posing proudly.

"Arent You Proud? Here I'll give you a demonstration, but your gonna have to back up"

Ayero hadn’t seen Jahan meditating on the boulder. From where she was standing, the gentle hills cast a shadow over the young man that hid him from her brief visual scan. That…and she wasn’t used to seeing Jahan completely still in one place for as long as he had been. She turns to face in his direction when he calls to her, brows furrowing as she doesn’t immediately recognize his voice, probably due to the fact that he’d referred to her as big sis. ”Jahan?”

”Wha—!” She yelps as he encases her in a hug and whirls her around, certainly not expecting this kind of greeting. ”Big sis?” She echoes his words after hearing him call her that again. After he puts her down she scratches at her head softly while looking him over. She noted how his figure seemed to fill out more over the past month, his Fanalis heritage showing through his muscular frame. And…did he get a little taller, too?

”I’m doing well and Kabu is behaving.”

She can’t help but let a chuckle slip out, eyes softening a bit as she spoke to him. Now that she thought about it, she did sort of care for Jahan as if he were family. Their similar heritage may have helped, but she would be lying if she said that the young man hadn’t grown on her with his antics. At first she was a bit annoyed by him, but gradually she was able to conclude that he was a determined man with a good heart.

”And how are you? I hope you’ve been getting to bed on time.”

The halfling woman would scold Jahan when he stayed up too late or didn’t eat what she considered to be a balanced diet. “You can’t fight if you don’t take care of yourself!” She would lecture, firm in her beliefs and not afraid to nag Jahan seeing as how he had come to her for training.

She listens intently as Jahan recounts what he’d been up to for the past month, raising her brows when he mentioned having mastered magoi manipulation. She wasn’t all that surprised that he was bragging, considering that this was…well, Jahan.

”Alright, punk. Show me what you’ve got. If I find out you’ve been slacking, I’m gonna beat you black and blue.”

She takes a few steps back and crosses her arms over her chest giving the dark haired young man a hard, challenging look. She’d pushed him hard in their training of the basics because she saw potential in him, and now he had to prove to her that he was able to learn the rest on his own.

"Pffft Who cares about that crap" Jahan said hearing Ayero mentioning Sleeping schedules and proper nutrition. 

"Besides I barely even have to eat or sleep, my life force is hella potent. Just watch." Jahan flipped backwards sending himself several meters from Ayero, while he was intent on showing of he didn't want to accidentally hurt Ayero. Regardless he was confident that she would be able to sense the power of he attack and move away. Jahan then closed his eyes, and when he opened them all was still. 

"This Technique is known as Black Heaven & Earth: Gathering of the Heavenly Gods." Their was a certain ominous vibe to his voice, it was deepened and the title of the technique rolled off his tongue like canon balls sinking ships within the minds of all that heard it. Jahan Gathered a Massive amount of Magoi into his solar plexus, the pull of magoi from his skin caused his pants to cling tightly to his skin. He then performed the next step Vibrating the Magoi back and forth at a high frequency before compressing it into his right fist in a pulse like fashion. From there a loud audible ringing sound could be heard. The Magoi around his fist tuned into a vibrant almost electric shape which flickered subtly. The pressure of the boys magoi caused his pants to ruffle violently. 

Thats when  he released the attack, at 25 m/s he punched the ground in front of him aiming to shred the earth to pieces. He created a 6 m crater in the ground but he still wasn't satisfied, he had destroyed a waterfall when he first learned the technique. He  sustained the move, gathering the magoi in his palm again and fired the second shot at a speed so fast it could be confused for a single attack, the crater doubled in size. Jahan gritted his teeth before standing back up searching the area for Ayero. 

"I messed up" he said. "Its not big enough"

Ayero always tried not to underestimate her opponents, hence why she was keeping a critical eye on Jahan. She didn’t think that he’d intentionally try to hurt her, but well…the boy could possibly get carried away seeing as how he loves to fight so much. With this in mind she spares a few moments to take in her surroundings should she need to move quickly before carefully watching Jahan has he prepares to show her the fruits of his labor. When he announces the name of his technique, Ayero feels the reverb of his voice nearly vibrate against her skin. Must be from gathering his magoi… She wonders silently, noticing how Jahan seemed far more focused than usual.

”Ahh...” She wasn’t able to sense his magoi or anything like that, but she knew what was coming. The air held the same feeling in it when she was about to release an attack from the built-up magoi around her sword. Digging her both of her heels into the ground, Ayero springs backward at 15 m/s. Sailing through the air, her eyes remained locked on the other halfling as he performs his attack and the subsequent blast that erupted, making it almost look like he had cast some sort of destructive magic. Though she had expected Jahan to come up with something both creative and destructive using his newly learned magoi manipulation, she was honestly a bit taken aback at his results. Then again, knowing the dark haired half-Fanalis boy, something like this was to be completely expected.

Even though Jahan was the one who was supposed to be showing what he had learned, Ayero hadn’t taken a break from her usual training. She had always tried to make use of her natural speed and strength within battle, but lately she felt as if she wasn’t reaching her true potential dictated by her Fanalis heritage. Over the past month she too had been busy, mostly working on moves that weren’t entirely offensive in nature. This particular jump that she had performed was something she’d been training herself to do and involved a few previous attempts in stretching her muscles to accommodate the movement. Landing 10 m away from her initial spot as Jahan’s first attack ripped through the ground, her eyes flickered as he saw him bring back his other palm for a second blow. ”Shit.”

She hadn’t taken her eyes off of Jahan the entire time, knowing of the boy’s reckless behavior. But even as he left a rather large crater in the ground he still didn’t seem satisfied…she had to praise his perseverance, the guy certainly took his training seriously. But as his palm met the earth once more and tore the ground to shreds, she quickly realized that she was in the blast range. The magoi enhanced technique was shredding through the earth too quickly for her to move backwards in order to get away. Turning her back on the attack to use her full speed wasn’t the best idea either, so Ayero figured she had to stand her ground and deal with this head on. Though Jahan had certainly grown exponentially in strength, his teacher was no weakling.

[Trained: Great Leap 500+/500]

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Tilting slightly forward on her feet, Ayero inhales deeply and focuses on the pieces of earth heading toward her that were kicked up from the force of Jahan’s attack. Moving at 15 m/s, the halfling woman side steps a piece of rock to the left, leaping out of the way of another chunk as it comes in from the right. She never pictured herself dodging large pieces of rock, figuring that if she had to be light on her feet she would do so in the presence of arrows or needles…some sort of projectile weapon. She ducks and weaves through several more rocks that come her way, narrowly dodging the hunks of ground in an effort to not expend more energy than she needed and to conserve her movements should she need to dash. As the magoi manipulated blast ended, the shreds of earth that remained airborne clattered to the ground after losing their momentum. A large dust cloud had been kicked up and simultaneously settled down over the area, allowing both Ayero and Jahan to see just how much damage had been done.

Exhaling slowly, Ayero reaches up to weave her right hand through her hair. That was…unexpected yet expected. While she figured that Jahan would come up with a grand technique that use his Fanalis strength to the fullest, she didn’t expect it to have that sort of massive range. It made her begin to think about her own method of apply magoi manipulation, perhaps she shouldn’t just use her blade and take advantage of her natural strength. Shaking her head with a fleeting smile, Ayero mused on how characteristic it was of Jahan to “go big or go home”. Spotting a head of dark hair some distance away, Ayero makes no move to approach him quickly but rather takes a leisurely pace as she strides toward Jahan. As she drew closer she noticed how he looked a bit displeased, clenching his teeth while surveying the product of his technique.

”I don’t want to say that I’m too impressed because it’ll make your head big. Well…bigger.” She puts her hands on her hips and shifts her weight to one foot. ”If you’re not pleased with your own work, then I suppose that you need to train more.” She gives the boy another once-over before turning her gaze to the large craters he had made. ”However…” She cracks a small grin. ”You’ve done better than I expected. I think you’ve given me an idea for a magoi manipulation technique of my own.”

A thoughtful pause and then she continues. ”When I first agreed to train you, I was sure that you wouldn’t last a day. But you proved me wrong, and continued to do so about you. You may be a hyper little punk of a kid, but you’ve got unparalleled determination and strength. It takes more than just physical prowess to learn how to manipulate magoi the way that you did.” Magoi manipulation was more than just putting all of your strength into a punch, it involved a level of focus that Fanalis didn’t really need to achieve in battle due to their natural strength and size. She predicted that this would be Jahan’s biggest obstacle, but once again he had surprised her. And she was glad for him, glad that he was able to harness this power and cultivate in on his own. It was almost as if…

”I’m proud of you, Jahan. You worked hard, and it shows.” She lashes out suddenly, grabbing the boy’s head with her hand and violently ruffling his hair. It was a playful gesture that was probably caused a bit of discomfort with how roughly she was treating him, but to her it was a sign of affection.

[Trained: Swift Dodge 500+/500]

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Jahan gave himself several mental pats on the back. He was obvously pleased with what he had done, which at the moment was little more than a destructive mayhem. I mean nature died a bit and all but it was all for the cause of the greater good. Jahans enjoyment. Jahan smiled as Ayero ruffled his head, she had truly became like an older sister to him, which was odd seing as how he was technically a grown man. Then again when had the halfling ever acted like an adult? You wouldnt catch that ever. He continued to catch up with the woman for as long as he could before once again they had to depart ways, but she knew where the Typhon building was, he was positive that they would meet again.

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