Durch den Staub [Jt, R] w/Amalia

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Training for CTP

Jyuria had been away from the silbern for quite a long time. After her encounter in the Soul Society wilderness as an operation leader, it had been rather common for her to be deployed to the wildlands of Soul Society, those spartse outposts seemingly always in need of maintenence or overseeing. The "E" had felt....conflicted about such incessant deployments, and even as she made her way to the rendesvous point she did have to admit a certain level of resentment. But his Majesty's work was never done, so she kept on keeping on. In any case, she was a bit surprised to find that she was the first to arrive.

She glanced around, lightly reaching up and brushing some of those blue tresses behind her ear, scanning the room as if to find Amalia just hanging out somewhere nearby. Her schedule had hardly opened up, she had simply been brought back to the Silbern for some training and rebriefing with Amalia. Presumably there was talk about Amalia being included in the next operation, however as it were it seemed that for now they were simply here for training. Since Jyuria's more supervisory roles in her latest deployments, it had been a good while since she had actually fought anything herself, as such it had been fitting that she be sent to Amalia.

Admittedly she wasn't sure if it was Caesar or perhaps Amalia herself (Or maybe Hadrian) that had orchestrated the reunion of the two. Admittedly Jyuria had never been entirely sure about their relationship. Amalia had opened up to her, but as of late she had begun to be a bit worried if the ritter saw that less as a bonding and more as a liability that Jyuria was aware of Amalia's deeper workings. she tried not to think about it too hard, especially as she dropped down to a knee and adjusted her cloak, taking just a moment to let some of her arrows flutter into her palm from the space under that cloth, the little living things looking around, a bit perplexed at being in the silbern again after so long.

"Right, may as well do something while I'm waiting." she murmured, her mind focusing as she began giving direct mental orders to those little bird-like arrows. Promptly they blasted off from her palm, beginning to zzip rapidly around the room. Alas they were nothing like the speeds that Amalia's powers were capable of producing, but even so she knew that the both of them had their particular strengths and weaknesses, a  fact she recalled coming to fruition during the fight with that strange shinigami. She focused, directing those arrows to zip, speed, bank, and veer around the rather tremendous training area, skirting and skimming the walls here and there, leaving pronounced slashmarks along the surfaces as they went.

It was a little dizzying, especially without more recent practice, but even so she managed to keep those things flying around at a reasonable speed, the little birds themselves only having to make minimal corrections. Perhaps one of the stronger points of having them be sentient was that they had such cooperative synergy between her and the little troopers. She became so engrossed in the practice that when Amalia actually DID show up, she almost didn't even notice for the first several moments. No doubt Amalia would have her own manner of bringing her arrival to Jyuria's attention.

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[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Training for CTP

Proceeding down a long corridor, Amalia gripped a note in her hand. The soft clicking of her footsteps echoed the halls as lamps brimming with fire cleared out the shadows. She lifted her hand and slid her fingers across the base of the note, reading the text more closely. A warm, but cryptic smile colored her expression. As she passed through the long hallway she gently tossed the paper into one of the lamps open flames. The erupted in flames and sank deeper into the flame as it blackened and turned to ash. 

She approach a series of double doors, veering left and pressing her palm to the door to open it. The door slid open with ease, a change in pressure causing fresh air to surging against Amalia's body. She inhaled the fresh air as the doors closed from behind. She slowly descended a winding path of stairs, each step appearing to glow a light blue. The stairs descended onto multiple balconies. As she gradually approached the ground she walked through a gold lined archway. As she passed through the archway she could clearly observe those training below. 

Amalia delicately slid her fingers along the side of the lengthy balcony overlooking the training yard. Her eyes danced around the field, hopping from one person to the next. Some fired arrows. Some practiced melee. Others attempted to hone more arcane Vandenreich practices. In the distance she sighted a more prominent individual among the rest. She approached where Jyuria was training, her gaze focused on the convert. It's a shame the light that gave her new life came from the palm of that wretched fool. She thought, reflecting on her disdain of Hadrian. 

She leaned against the edge of the balcony as her eyes scanned Jyuria's movements. She rested her chin on the back of her hand as she smirked in Jyuria's direction. "Hard at work?" She asked from the safety of her perch. Before Jyuria could answer Amalia leaped over the balcony and used air ground to descend as though stairs were simply waiting for her use in mid-air. As she slowly made her way toward the ground, she delivered a wicked smile. "It has been a while." She said with a sly smirk. "And here you are honing your skills like a true child of his majesty. I'm sure he is quite proud." She leaned against a stole pillar as she stared at Jyuria. "I'm curious what you have been up to lately."

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

There was so much that she felt...off about. She had taken it slowly, and beginning to gradually ramp things up. Slowly tightening the circle of those winged arrows, first in a rapid orbit, slowly closing in around her, until those wings slashed the air around her, kicking up wind and sending slicing winds around her as they circled her defensively, a defense she had used many times before before those arrows suddenly LAUNCHED out in a formation, shredding the floor as they lanced across the floor and shredded through a set of targets. The targets, advanced in their design, immediately begna trying to fight back, but those winged fighters continued to spiral in and out, slamming into them in waves, cutting them down little by little, until the targets were crawling along the ground, and those arrows finally landed on the backs of them.

Jyuria paused when she heard that familiar voice, blinking and immediately putting on a pleased smile as she turned to see Amalia leaping down, that graceful decent hardly lost on her as she glanced almost dismissively at the arrows on those targets. They promptly burrowed into the targets, boring into the very center before they promptly detonated, exploding with a LOUD shattering rustle as bits and pieces of the targets began to pepper the ground around where they had once been. "Yea, I'm kinda rusty." she noted with a sheepish smile to Amalia.

Of course no doubt Amalia would be aware that Jyuria, despite still having her schrift, was currently...letterless. In her absence, a good number of new potential ritters had been coming about, and taking consideration her inaction through directing troops as opposed to being in combat herself, The.....leaders had deemed it that she be stricken of her letter for the time being. Until she could prove that she had not gone soft. One of the reasons that she had been sent to Amalia to begin with. Jyuria even suspected that the woman may have even been instructed to test Jyuria.

"I certainly hope he is. As for me, I've been in the soul society wastes. I have the most experience around that area, back from when I was taking missions there, surveying old structures for potential outposts and such. but well... that was mostly Supervisory. Something something something...probation, until my combat capability and presence as a member of our reich can be are affirmed." she murmured to the woman, rubbing the back of her head rather sheepishly as she took a moment to watch the woman. It had been a long time since she'd hung out with any of the other ritters. She'd thought about Amalia, Hadrian, even Alicia quite a bit in her absence, and supposedly now there were even more people joining the cause.
Looking down at the floor, she lightly chuffed one of her boots along the floor, two new arrows emerging from her shoulders at the cloak, the arrows shaking themselves and beginning to roll around playfully on the fabric. She did feel a bit anxious. While she was still officially a sternritter as that was a title, her probation meant that in terms of ranks she was essentially a Soldat Private now. The men under her command, following her return, had been reassigned, and her second in command had been put in change pending her probation. So she did feel a bit awkward around her fellow ritters, whom were now all her superiors. Well, not that that hadn't been already the case. The pitfall of her corrupted blood.

"You look nice. You grew your hair out I see. It looks really pretty." She murmured, attempting to keep the conversatin moving into the informal. But she had no doubt that Amalia probably had something brewing in mind. It was almost a guarantee that the woman was likely with at least some garnered idea of what they would be doing for the evening, at least until their mission in a couple days. they would BOTH be in the dark until that particular briefing.

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia lifted her hand and inspected her nails, casually ignoring the explosions in the distance. "Yes, I suppose you could be." She said plainly before raising her gaze. She glanced at the debris and then examined Jyuria, her eyes scanning her body. "...Something something something...probation, until my combat capability and presence as a member of our reich can be are affirmed." Amalia let out a very brief, soft chuckle, though her affect and tone concealed much of what she might be thinking. "You speak so casually of this 'probation' and yet you seek his Majesty's blessing." She stated alongside a disarming smile.

There always existed these ever vacillating dualities within Amalia's tone, presence, and personality. There were moments when her phrasing and tone were supportive, but never quite devoid of barbs and thorns. In many ways, Amalia struggled both consciously and unconsciously to be comforting and supportive. Even those closet to her were not immune to her venom. She rarely replied without her fangs and claws, which complicated the cultivation of relationships. Even now she engages in a delicate dance of proximity, fearing closeness and warmth. 

And so she will continue to draw the line further from others, never daring to venture over said line for fear of consequences. Amalia turned her back to Jyuria and walked toward the outer perimeter of the training field. She dusted off a bench and sat down, resting her right elbow on the back support. "You look nice. You grew your hair out I see. It looks really pretty." She learned to the side as she gazed in Jyuria's direction. "Yes, I allowed my hair to grow and you allowed yourself time to get rusty." Yet another barb said with a warm smile. 

Amalia clicked her tongue and adopted a near disappointed expression. She casually glanced to her right, focusing on recruits in the distance. "Having one's letter revoked is quite the scandal." She rested her cheek on her right hand as a soft smile crept along her lips. "Do you plan to reclaim custody of your title?" She said before adjusting her focus back to Jyuria. "I'm left curious about the circumstances of all this. What good is a Sternritter without convictions and dedication to their position. It'd be a shame if you ended up a reflection of some of our less prestigious members." Amalia gently waved her fingers in the air, as though to summon the appropriate phrasing. "I needn't mention names. I wouldn't want to be considered uncouth." Amalia said with mocking laughter. 

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Jyuria tilted her head slightly as she listened. She swallowed up all of the woman's posturing and gestures and pointed words, and when it was all melted down....she smiled. She was pleased to see Amalia scanning her, wondering if they were checking her for injuries. She was happy to see the woman smile at her, even despite their words. The mention of her seeking of their Emperor's blessing. She didn't even parse it as an insult. Why shouldn't I? Baal's political nonsense is of no concern of me." she stated calmly and closed her eyes, the emperor's spiritual pressure within her very soul was a warmth to her. That part he'd made of her.

"Hmmm, it suits you. It's much better this way." she ignored the part about being rusty, since she hadn't. Baal was under the impression that she may be rusty, but she had no real rust to her body. None that she was aware of. She had been the one even to teach Amalia about abilities of certain nature. As volatile an experience as it had been, it had still happened. And of course, when Amalia talked about the whole revokation, Jyuria BURST out laughing, holding her sides with....joy. There was no mocking. No snideness. So very unlike Amalia, she was a very...warm and amiable woman. She was caring and cultivating. She worked with her men, and even though she wasn't the official leader, even to this day her men still looked to he for guidance.

Where Alicia had once murdered soldiers that she saw as unfit, Jyuria had taught and gotten her own men to grow. She hadn't been in combat, but she had still been training those under her. So far as she was concerned, Baal was just being a dillchode. "Baal can say whatever he likes about my letter. He may even presume to give me a new one. But there is only one letter that matters. The one the Emperor has written on my very soul. Baal's sphincter clenching over my absence does not change that I am the 'E'. And even if he assigns me something else, It will be meaningless to me. It is no scandal, it is a man who enjoys his position a bit too much." She stated calmly and shook her head.

But of course, at Amalia's insistence, she calmed, and she gave her own slow smile. "If it pleased his Majesty, I would adore the chance to prove that Baal's command does not supercede the law of His Majesty. I would tear the heart out of whatever false 'E' he put in my place." she hummed and shook her head. She honestly had no idea what Amalia was talking about, so she ignored that last bit. She had no idea what had happened with Hadrian or Alicia or Caesar, so if she was referencing something she thought that Jyuria heard about then she was mistaken.

In any case, another bird was crawling into existence underneath her cloak. Shrouded, black, from a mini-bow that she had conjured in her hand, it's body sleek, black, made for stealth. It sped out from under her cloak silently, racing out into the training area as it began to survey the training room for Jyuria. And after two circuits of the arena, it promptly sliced in from the side, and slipped just past Alicia, down at her chest-level, that stealth-fighter of an arrow aiming to lightly clip one of the buttons from her uniform, to dislodge her cape from her shoulders.

"As for being Rusty. His incredulity in me is misplaced." Jyuria noted with a gentle nod of her head.

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia stared quizzically at Jyuria. "What are you blathering on about?" She asked. "Baal speaks divine truth!" Her deadpan expression was steadfast as she stared at Jyuria. A subtle raise in her lip called into question the  seriousness of her tone just before her entire expression shattered like a mirror. Her laughter ruptured her fragile act as it steadily built in intensity. "Even I couldn't keep a straight face with that one." She noted with additional laughter. "Baal hasn't been relevant for a long time, so blaming him for your problems simply won't get you anywhere."

She lifted herself and began walking away. "If you are truly rusty, or whatever, it isn't because of anyone else but yourself. You alone made those choices. No one else is responsible for them. So, blaming Baal just looks cheap." She said as her hand slid against the stone wall. Her eyes inspected the carvings closely before she glanced over her shoulder at Jyuria. "He's a forgotten relic. Easily misplaced because even when he was around he had little significance." Amalia with a derisive tone.

Amalia dismissed Baal's memory with an eye roll before peering into the distance. She narrowed her eyes as a blonde recruit came into view. His appearance vaguely resembled that of another. "If you want something you should take it. Though I understand your situation is a bit awkward considering your condition. Those with impure blood are rarely afforded the same opportunities as those with purer lineage. I can't say I object." Amalia noted shamelessly. Her gaze intensified as she watched the young man train with the others. 

"I have no doubt you'll recover from this. You'll find your claws and use them to regain what was once yours. Although, maybe not entirely. After all, whispers speak of change." Amalia said cryptically. She glowered as she continued to watch the recruits train. There were conflicting agents among the Sternritter. Some would use their position to shift the voice of the Vandenreich. What contemptible treason. "Your letter shouldn't be your only concern." She said suddenly with a soft voice.

She raised her hand and pointed her finger at the man in the distance. She hesitated as her mind swirled. Killing him would solve nothing. She lowered her hand and sighed. I suppose not all my problems can be handled with indiscriminate violence. She thought. She abruptly turned and looked at Jyuria. Her eyes scanned her as she approached. "Let's not pretend violence is forbidden in the Vandenreich. Who must we kill to return you to your former glory?" She asked. Amalia abruptly turned and fired an arrow, striking the blond man in the distance. "I can't start lying to myself now" She said as the man dropped to the ground. She looked at Jyuria and dismissed her own comment with the swing of her hand. 

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Sometimes Jyuria couldn't help but smile just a little at Amalia. As the woman seemed ot act as if that particular man did not exist. Setting aside the fact that her informing of the little trial period was frm the fucker himself, she knew well enough not to go blaming random people. A fact that Amalia knew very well. So she understood what Amalia was doing when she talked about the 'Boss' as if he had simply been some skeleton in an office with a nametag on it. A soft little chuckle escaped Jyuria as she watched them, seeing them turn their attention to some trainees, an attention that turned out to be deadly as it were.

She honestly wasn't sure what surprised her more. That Amalia continued such senseless actions, or the fact that she was all but used to it at this point. Her mind twitched, a brief mental snapshot in her mind. For a moment, it was almost as if she remembered something. "Another potential hand of his Majesty, smitten in his prime. Really Amalia, you should be more careful around the young men. You do have a way with stopping their hearts." She noted almost playfully, for just a moment she almost perfectly mimicked Amalia's sly and regal mannerism, long enough for her to walk pst the woman, her hand lightly swatting the woman's behind in passing as she then spun around to face them, her expression back to normal.

"Hmmm. Well. There's always the subordinates." She murmured. Just about EVERY ritter had Soldat underneath them. Some of them were simply...there. In Amalia's case they were essentially the ones that drew her interest, or that she hated enough to keep around to be killed when she needed a mood lift. Or at least Jyuria presumed as much. As for her own men? They were a small group she herself personally trained with. And so on and so forth, each ritter having their own way of dealing with those under them. Even if it was silly to target a ritter. Their Subordinates beneath them? Perfectly fair game.

"What was his name....some little .....red-haired kid. Hosuko? Bit of a kissass, uses a slingshot instead of a bow? From what I've heard, a certain pompous Fuckhead is rather proud of him. Enough that he's even claimed that they are stronger than some of the other ritters." She pointed out, putting a hand on her hip. She honestly was not usually one to indulge in Amalia's murderous games. But honestly, where had that gotten her? She couldn't trust Hadrian. For all of the man's ........angsting and wallowing, he did not seem to channel that emotion into anything. And although Amalia's emotions and thoughts and behaviors were....sour to say the least. The woman at least had drive. If she could get close to them, then perhaps she might be able to get the woman to see the use in bringing up soldat of her own. They could even grow strong enough to.....remove certain annoyances.

"What do you think? Should we pay the little wannabe-David a visit? No doubt similar to your blonde admirer." Those eyes cast in the direction of the now-dead soldat, as the boy's friends tearfully moved his body, stone silent as they knew that any blubbering would only earn them an arrow of their own from Amalia. "Two strong women such as we. The very sight may just stop his heart as well." she ventured, knowing very well that Amalia would get her drift. It was a little ballsy, going after someone that had fuckhead's interest. But why not? She was pissed, and like Amalia said. Why not channel that?

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

Amalia patiently listened to Jyuria, taking note of her behavior and tone. Her gaze intensified as Jyuria's informality continued to manifest throughout their dialogue. Having lived a number of lifetimes, Amalia allowed herself projects. These projects took on many forms. There were times when boredom had a hand in shaping an interest while others blossomed from sheer curiosity and intrigue. And while she entertained many things she was always keenly aware of how it might impact her within the context of the Vandenreich.

Solidifying power was an important responsibility of any member of the Vandenreich, though most were too dense to recognize this. Amalia was always cultivating her influence. Always carving her mark into the stone that was the Vandenreich. This was no different. She found Jyuria interesting on occasion. Having been converted by one of the more loathsome members of the Vandenreich likely contributed to her interest. She wanted to know precisely what it was that compelled Hadrian to convert such a contemptible creature.

Amalia knew of Jyuria's origins and was able to only partially overlook it. She could be of use to his Majesty so in some ways her fate was still undecided. The other part of Amalia, a part residing on the fringes of her more rational and pragmatic nature, was guided more by elitism and pure-blooded fanaticism. That part of her was less forgiving and easily provoked. Jyuria could be useful, Amalia wasn't so unreasonable as to dismiss that. However, she was also of tainted blood. She was the product of a most vile creature and even conversion was ill-suited to purging that level of corruption. Death was far more reliable.

Amalia was more certain of her abominable nature having known that it was Hadrian's light that converted her. He simply wasn't strong enough in her mind to purify such corrosion. Amalia simply couldn't be trusted to because of those dueling forces. Even worse, there was a third force emanating from the depths of her humanity, one that was emotionally raw and vulnerable. Brief glimpses were all anyone was ever going to see because it was covered by layers of defenses. That made it all the more terrifying to be close to Amalia. You never knew when the fragility would be snuffed out and replaced by something wicked and venomous.  

The moment Jyuria touched her was the moment she made a grave mistake. Amalia's body tensed and electrical energy seemed to ride along her skin and throughout her body. From her periphery she watched Jyuria's informality grow. Such insolence. Who was she to touch Amalia? Who was she to speak to her so casually? Amalia's pure blood seemed to boil, setting off a chain reaction that felt as though it was centuries long when it was fractions of a second. Two strong women such as we. The very sight may just stop his heart as well. Amalia's purist nature took over in full as she glanced at Jyuria.

In a tempered rage, Amalia quickly moved toward Jyuria and smacked her across the face with great intensity. There was no mercy in striking Jyuria across the face. She felt completely justified. In many ways, being struck by someone as strong as Amalia would be quite painful, likely drawing blood. She looked at Jyuria, gentle sliding her hands through her hair. Her soft expression and honeyed words greatly contrasted her viciousness. She tugged slightly on her hair, pulling her head back some while looking at her. 

"Have you forgotten your place?" She asked softly in a near whisper. "Clearly you have, otherwise you would have been more circumspect in both tone and behavior." She let go of her hair and stroked her for a second before withdrawing. "I'll help, lest you forget your place and touch me so inappropriately. Then i'll have to strike you again, and that simply does you no favors. Know your place. You might have been bestowed a letter, but you shouldn't forget where you stand among the two of us. Next time I'll be sure to do more than than strike you as I just did. Am I clear?" She said in falsely compassionate tone. "Glad we had this chat. Now onto to more fun things!" She smiled and looked into the distance. She sighed and said joyfully, "Yes, we can kill whomever you like. As long as it is within reason, of course." 

[Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj]

Jyuria had to admit that she was surprised when Amalia's hand came in toward her face. She was many things, but slow was not something entailed within that list. As the hand made contact, it would be much akin to slammign one's hand against a brick wall, as Jyuria activated her blut, and that pattern appeared, blocking the slap effortlessly as her head turned only slightly. Jyuria's brows lifted just a little as she watched Amalia, and for just an instant, her cheek steamed, but not from the impact, or from Amalia. There was simply a flicker of something there, a hard little spot, moreso than the skin. But after that instant it crumbled into nothing and she continued to watch Amalia plainly. As they took her hair, and spoke their peace, and then proceeded to stroke it. THIS she did not resist. Knowing well enough that Amalia could simply remove her powers on a whim.

She watched them silently, with a lack of fear. Or a least a lack of any physical indication. She was acutely aware of what Amalia could do to her. That they could tear her to pieces right here and now. But.....she wasn't sure? Something deep down in her just....didn't care. If Amalia destroyed her...then what? She had died before. She knew that there was no paradise. It would just be the end. And in a way it was almost comforting. Jyuria reached up, and her fingers clamped around Amalia's wrist as she kept a level gaze with the woman.

"I'm afraid I'm too tired to go learning my place or whatever." Severl arrows fluttered their wings, having suddenly appeared on her shoulders. They preened themselves, one even puffing out it's chest and letting out a little chirping song despite it's lack of any visible mouth. "It's not that I don't know what you are Amalia, or recognize that you're stronger than me. Of that I am well aware. I honestly just don't care at this point. Hadrian mopes. You berzerk yourself about. But in the end, what exactly have any of us accomplished?" She let her eyes roll lazily to the trainees off in the distance.

"At one point. I detestede your murder of them. Detractions from his Majesty's forces. Smothering of potential. But then I asked myelf: Potential for what? What are we doing? what have we done? And the answer has been a resounding 'Nothing'. And here I thought to suggest something silly. Killing someone strong, a soldat worthy of being a ritter. I thought that yes, surely Amalia would at least know better than to do anything like THAT. But you did not." Those eyes fixed more pointedly on the woman herself.

"I know you will probably do something horrible to me for saying this. I might even die. But then again, who will care. Right? to put it simply: You're nothing. We're nothing. Hadrian is nothing. That man sitting on his ass, being fat and regal, is nothing. Our Majesty died at the hands of the shinigami. And we've been limping along since. When I met you, I thought you had something going. You seemed eager enough. But as fast as your pretty paws have taken you, it has only been in circles." she murmured flatly, her attention sharp, already anticipating, preparing herself. But.....it just didn't want to stay inside. She just....couldn't keep it all in there. She maintained a level voice, not raising it or twisting her tone. She remained alarmingly calm despite her rebellious little outburst.

[✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱]

The moment she activated blut vene Amalia just stared at her, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. This activated her authority, stripping Jyuria of all her powers, including blut vene. Amalia tilted her head to the side and smiled as she released her overwhelming gravitational pressure, enough to throw Jyuria to the ground. Amalia's smile widened as she looked down at Jyuria. This was the moment she wished she had with so many impure converts. A moment where she was able to purge the Vandenreich of them.

Amalia approached her and stepped on her face, grinding her head into the ground. She pressed with all her strength, enough so to cause Jyuria extreme pain and agony. Amalia looked down and bared her teeth with a wide smile. "Look at all that blood." She said with a light chuckle. She then kicked her in the face and summoned her eiku in her right hand. Jyuria didn't even have a chance to be of any use before being disposed of like anyone of impure origins. "The fate of any vile abomination is death. Yours just happens to be sooner than those who die after their usefulness has waned."

Amalia chuckled devilishly as she swung her eiku, cleaving through Jyuria's feet. Her feet would roll to the side as blood pooled on the ground. "Brave, but stupid. How shameful." She said with a tinge of glee in her voice. Amalia raised her eiku and abruptly decapitated Jyuria, watching as her head roll and therefore ending her time in the Vandenreich. Amalia turned and began to walk away, swinging her eiku playfully before turning abruptly. She fired a side-arm explosive arrow, striking Jyuria's body. The arrow exploded, enveloping her entire body in flames.

Fin.

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Well, despite how this thread turned out it was still reported for grading.
49 Paragraphs = 240 CTP earned for Amalia. Jyuria, upon request, has been sent to the Graveyard.