Realistic or Modern SMITED [Mission 0: Training]

[StoneWolf18]

Mara Poecilia
Mascot Agent
Merfolk
Hit: 10
Light​

Yes... because that attempt at tackling was oh so affective, she had gotten whacked with a staff and was now lying in a pool of oil. With an annoyed groan, she would slowly stand and try to watch what was happening. The odd vampire that held their flag was... readying a whip with alcohol? This wasn’t supposed to be lethal! Sighing heavily and hoping the idiot was smart enough to know using it wasn’t a good idea, she saw that both the elf and older vampire were occupied, leaving a rather nice opening for her to try and move towards Victavia again.

Spoiler: Roll

SMITED: Rolls.

Wanting to use this to her advantage, Mara would slip her way through the oiled floor, it propelling her rather than slowing her down. A smug smile grew on her lips as she neared the flag holder, making yet another lunge for the girl.

 

[Tarmagon]

Rill could hear sounds of conflict coming from the broken doors as she continued her lap around the gym. There was some muffled shouting and thumps, but so far only Celena was outside. Of course, the headstrong centaur suddenly used to develop control. Rill only knew the one curse in Greek, and she rather doubted that German would have the desired effect, or Russian for that matter. And there was no way she'd throw insults in Elvish just for a training match, not that the centaur would understand.

Cursing internally, Rill allowed her pace to show ever so slightly. No point in expending any more energy than she had to, and since Celena was staying on an inside track, maybe if she pulled ahead enough. Hmm. That might work. As she continued her run past the first corner of the gym, Rill made certain her path was clear, then angled her head slightly to see how Celena handled the sharper turn she would have to make due to her proximity to the gym wall.

Daunting_Doggo

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Cursing internally

Celena Agrios
Agent
Bestial
Hit: 10
Tags:​

Tarmagon

Celena was too entranced to listen to the battle that was currently was happening in the gym as she was following Rill in a supernatural adult version of tag. She was currently thinking about how this situation showed the doctrines of the opposing teams, her own team focusing on defending the flag and sending their objectively strongest member to retrieve the objective. And of course, the losing team sending out the most evasive member of their team on their own outside while they tried to use their entire manpower to take the flag.

At this point in time, Celena realized that she was still participating in said exercise and she was losing her target because as she began to pace herself better and due to Celena's daydreaming. Seeing as they were approaching a corner and Rill was quite far away Celena decided that she might as well try and curve around to match her in an attempt for the flag. "Hopefully this works and I don't break a leg"

As she did so she began increasing her speed as the longer curve decreased the chance of her hurting herself, and when she was close enough to Rill in order to grab she reached to grab her by the shirt.

Spoiler: Roll+2

 

[Kloudy]

Janus
(God of Doorways)

Before he could complete his kick, Janus soon realised that he had walked into a trap. Perhaps due to the energy drink wearing off leading to a lapse of focus, but it became apparent that the floor was absolutely covered in oil. Eyes widening, Janus's kick became a crouched slide as he found himself unable to control his movement toward Victavia.

"Tch."

He frowned as struggled to slide on his feet, trying to avoid completely falling over. To make matters worse, Mara's attack had failed and Calleia was now attacking him. Eyes flicking about, calculating all the possible actions he could take, Janus leaped upwards. However, due to the slick floor and having no traction to apply the proper force it would take to make this attempt, he ended up slipping and falling forward, effectively evading Calleia's attack and tumbling towards Victavia.

Spoiler: Rolls

Roll for dodging Calleia and attacking Victavia

• Rolled only dice for Dodging Calleia and attacking Victavia
  • Rolled 2 times d100 with:
    • 44
    • 18

 

[r e i]

Calliea Ru
Agent
Woodland Elf
Hit: 10
attacking mara and blocking janus from victavia
Gilzar Daunting_Doggo Fable Blaire Wisteria PanOtterPus Damafaud Light ​

Calliea watched as Janus tumbled past her missing her attack completely. She froze as she watched him tumbling towards Victavia. She blocked him with her staff, and then saw Mara and smirked. "You know, i could have forgave you for the sword being brought into this and the damn portals. But then you try to jump over me and then fall. And that's just not cool man." She sighed, "But i can't hurt you really I'm gonna walk away. Until, i can hurt you really. Hopefully badly."

She using her staff to hit Mara's stomach and using oil to make sure she would slid away hopefully.With a laugh she turned to Victaiva. Who had a whip. Who the fuck would give this crazy ass vampire a damn whip. "You got a DAMN WHIP!" She shouts at her and just signed rubbing her head. Getting a migraine. "You know what, Vic. I'm gonna call you Vic. I give you permission to use that whip only in EMERGENCIES. Like someone is close to getting the flag emergencies and do not kill them. Other then that, my previous orders still stand. " She says looking into Vic's eyes. "Oh elves, Call what have you gotten yourself into." She mutters to herself.

 

[Slop]

Right, right - of course."

It should have been of no surprise to anyone that most of what the training officer said flew right past Usof's head. Hardly any mental notes taken, really. The officer's departure then signaled Usof's need to be somewhere else. To which he complied; drunk. He wandered; staggered actually; in a fashion most drunken individuals are stereotyped and depicted to in movies and whatnot. Somehow, he had managed to figure out the situation he was in and what was in general happening around him. A few seconds passed by, the officer reached his office, and the shrilling screech of the bell shook the walls of the gym, as well as Usof's eardrums, it seemed.

Everyone was just bickering about in the drunkard's eyes - until they began to dash and sprint and leap across the room after that horrendous bell-ring; kicking each other in the face too, apparently. As aforementioned, withal, Usof had somehow figured out already what the bloody hell some of those freak-show misfits were chit-chatting so seriously about, and what sort of 'game' the 'game' was, despite being so very apparently intoxicated. Regardless, everything unfolded before his eyes at quite the pace. It would've been a terrible challenge for almost anyone else to keep track with all the acrobatic stunts and yelling, albeit Usof was clearly very experienced when it comes to processing information intoxicated; although, this is not to say he is at all capable of maintaining rationality when under the influence of alcohol.

Right, so.. what was it again..? No weapons, no killing, I suppose, no Magic too? Marvelous. The bloody hell do I do then? Bah, I'll get that cursed flag - one way or another.

And of course, what better way to do so other than to charge at the closest person to him who happened to be chasing after the flag?

And with that, he charged at the first person he laid eyes on - whoever stood out the most, and was most solitary; away from everyone else. Who better than the slippery little scoundrel of a demon, Faust? Usof somehow and for some reason released an oddly inelegant and out-of-character warcry of sort ere charging right at the imp - carelessly leaping onto him. Or at least he attempted to.

 

[Tarmagon]

she reached to grab her by the shirt

Well shit. Celena put on an unexpected bust of speed, reaching out in an attempt to grab Rill which was entirely too successful. Thank Erverryn that she hadn't actually grabbed for the flag or the game would be over and Rill would have lost it in the first few seconds. Uttering a string of vile curses in several different languages, Rill grabbed the flag, yanking it off of her arm with her right hand as her left slashed down the buttons of her shirt. With a twist and wriggle, Rill tried to slip out of her shirt and bolt directly at the gym wall at her full speed.


To remain ungrabbed.

• Rolled only dice
  • Rolled 1 times d100 with:
    • 38

To slip out of her shirt and bolt for the gym without getting regrabbed.

• Rolled only dice
  • Rolled 1 times d100 with:
    • 77

 

[Damafaud]

Faust Senade
Agent
Demon
Hit: 10​

Around: Celena ( Daunting_Doggo ), Rill ( Tarmagon )

Seeing the chaos inside, Faust took the opportunity to slip through Team Bravo defence and passed the gymnasium door outside. He found no meaningful resistance if a drunken attempt to leap to his hug could count as one at all. He hadn't seen the drunk member before. Was he a replacement for Sol and others? Nevertheless, he easily took a step aside and let the drunkard hit the floor before he ran outside at full speed.

Faust winced his eyes as the harsh sunlight entered his eyes. Celena and the elf were nowhere to be seen. He hesitated for a moment, whether to search to the left or to the right side of the building, but in a moment of clarity, his eyes found a faint trail on the grass that had been stomped on. Without another moment to lose, he ran to the right side of the gym.

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Cursing internally

Celena Agrios
Agent
Bestial
Hit: 10
Tags:​

Tarmagon

Celena was currently in ecstasy as her plan on running worked well enough in order for her to catch up to Rill, it worked so well in fact that she caught her by the neck of her shirt, a very well executed considering the way things have been going for Celena since she came there;
"Haahahh ξωτικό! And even though you were an admirable adversary you stood no chance to my superior Centaur strength and tactical prowess." She then opens her eyes and looks at the shirt she's holding and how Rill is beginning to run in a sports bra. "Huh."

"Wait, hold on I am not letting you go after running after you" as she reaches for Rill's left arm as she runs away and she grabs but to do she moved forward on her leg next to the gym resulting without proper support making her fall on her side while probably swearing; "Ω, στο όνομα της Αρτέμιδος"

Spoiler: for regrabing her

Spoiler: for grabbing the flag

 

[Light]

Victavia Annesworth
Agent
Vampire
Hits:10
r e i StoneWolf18 Kloudy​

With the current situation, Victavia had to leave the area and Calliea behind. Her oil tactic had not worked as she wanted it to but it still ended up in the favor of her team. Both Mara and Janus were making their way towards her but Calliea managed to block them off, even if it would have been a simple task for Victavia. "I deeply thank you for your efforts and wish great luck upon you in your future endeavors." The chances of these three getting out of the expanding oil pool was low in the eyes of Victavia. Even if they managed to escape, the amount of oil on their bodies should hinder them from making proper movements on the gym floor. Victavia grabs the empty glass bottle of alcohol, throwing it on the floor to make it shatter. The glass fragments spread along the puddle of oil, but weren't out of the range of her whip. With a proper display of her vampire speed and her precision built up over years of being a disciplined slave, Victavia swiftly strikes several, large glass pieces with her whip.

Through hitting the pieces of glass with the whip, they traveled away from Victavia, towards the outer reaches of the oil puddle. With them moving, the oil was displaced, splitting to reveal a less slippery floor. Using this brief opening while it lasted, Victavia jumps to each displaced streak, hoping towards the dry gymnasium floor, eventually reaching it. By the time she turns around, the displacement was no longer available. She had little to no oil on the bottom of her shoes since she refrained from moving her feet the moment she spilled the oil on the floor. Victavia readies her whip and cracks it directly afterwards, aiming for the air. This made some alcohol droplets flick off of the whip, catching everything below them in a reflection. It was brief, but Victavia managed to catch a glimpse of the location of those within the gym, memorizing it with perfection. For now she'd just have to stand still and only react to any sound of movement towards her location or shift in scent. Through this she'd know exactly who's approaching her and she'd have a visual on their body type, allowing her to deduce how much force she'd have to put into a whip swing far ahead of time.

 

[PanOtterPus]

Tarrin Selanlar
Agent
Elf
Hit: 10

"Tarrin! Can you get up?"
Hearing a voice through the fog, Tarrin slowly sat up, rubbing his head. Well, it would take more than an aspirin to get rid of that headache. He looked around the room, trying to remember where he was. Something about flags? Alpha and Bravo? Why was there oil all over the floor?

Apparently a lot had happened in the short time he had spent on the ground. Unwilling to miss more of the excitement, Tarrin tentatively got to his feet, happy he was keeping his balance. He'd never live this one down, the first to hit the floor in capture the flag. "That's right! I'm supposed to be chasing a flag bearer."

Grinning to himself for finally remembering his purpose, the Elf noticed the unmanned door. Looking around, Tarrin couldn't see anyone paying much attention to the doorway, the others all too caught up in their own battles to notice it was unprotected. A smirk appeared on the man's lips, and he took the rare opportunity to head straight for the door. His run was slower than usual, given the kick to the head, but he made it outside.

Once out in the open, Tarrin raised a hand to block the sun, trying to spot signs of life. When this failed, he closed his eye and focused on listening. It wasn't much but he could hear the sound of hooves not too fat. Better than nothing. Tarrin broke into a run once again, following the noice and praying to the Gods he'd be more use than a distraction on the ground this time. His smirk returned as the hooves grew louder, he was catching up.

 

[Tarmagon]

"No, no, no!" Rill gasped out as Celena managed to grab her again just as she ducked out of her shirt. She sensed, more than saw the centauress's grin of triumph as she said something in Greek, but then Mr. Murphy decided that the game would go on a little longer. The pressure on her arm vanished as Rill heard a thump and a string of angry sounding Greek. Wow, that woman could curse!

"Ω, στο όνομα της Αρτέμιδος"

Rill had no idea what that meant, but it sounded meaningful. In the meantime however... Celena was over on her side, and Rill spotted her shirt laying right beside the downed centaur. Stopping her headlong flight, Rill grabbed up her shirt and flipped it around Celena's head, effectively blindfolding her. A quick tug and twist resulted in a knot which would take some effort to undo. Rill ran a few paces then turned, addressing Celena in an absolutely serious voice.

"If you liked my shirt," she said, "You could have just asked for it and I would have been happy to give it to you. It's yours now. Enjoy! "

Rill resumed her run around the perimeter of the gym, pouring on the speed to build distance before Celena could unencumber herself.

Daunting_Doggo

Current location, E10. Moving 1 square approximately every two seconds towards A10.

 

[Damafaud]

Faust Senade
Agent
Demon
Hit: 10​

Around: Celena ( Daunting_Doggo ), Rill ( Tarmagon ), Tarrin ( PanOtterPus )

As Faust sprinted through the grassy field, following the indent of freshly crushed grass, he could hear the sound of grass being crunched under a pair of footsteps behind him. Without a slight hint of hesitation, he turned his head to identify the new individual. The act of turning his head slowed his pace down, but the benefit of knowing the identity of the person behind him outweighted haste.

He broke into a smile as he saw Tarrin, the elf from his team, starting to catch up with him. It was with a considerable relief Faust continued his run toward the side of the gym. When he approached the turn, his hand gripped the corner of the building and turned the direction of his feet 90 degrees in two steps. However, he halted immediately as his eyes widened in surprise. What he saw was Celena with a piece of cloth tied around her eyes.

"Celena, are you all right?" he asked with a voice tainted with worry. For a moment, he forgot about the flag bearer of Alpha Team, who was sprinting further into the distance.

"Be still, I will release the knot," he hastily approached Celena and began to unravel the shirt.With his nimble fingers, it would only take a few moments.

 

[JustNicole]

Adriel Smith
Agent
Nephilim
Hit: 10
Damafaud Fable StoneWolf18 Tarmagon Daunting_Doggo ​

The salute was returned by Mara, after Adriel wondered for half a moment if Mara was ever going to return the salute at all. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t wonder if Mara had ever returned a salute before, something a desk worker wouldn’t have to do. Still, from Adriel’s point of view, the salute was returned in turn, and any misgivings were buried with it.

As the alarm sounded, everyone scattered as people ran to attack or defend their flags. Everyone, that is, save for Adriel. It probably looked a little strange as she walked over to the side of the gym to some storage doors, rather than immediately following after Rill to protect her. There was a plan though.

Celena, the centaur on the other team, was a real problem for them, particularly when Adriel couldn’t use her wings. The centaur was faster and stronger than Adriel, and there was no way she could hope to properly defend Ril and the flag from Celena without a little extra help.

Rummaging through ten storage doors, a painstaking process, Adriel managed to find and produce five jump ropes. Tying them together, she double-checked her work. She now had an effective means of stopping a centaur: a jump rope lasso. Sure, it was crudely fashioned and implemented, but it would do the job of occupying the centaur so Ril could keep on the move. Thankfully, in her many years, Adriel had some experience in how to lasso something.

Moving out one of the side doors in the gym, she saw Ril going flying past her on her left, running shirtless no less. To her right, there was the centaur, currently wrapped up in Ril’s shirt which a demon was helping to untie. Wordlessly, she charged the two of them, spinning the lasso by her side as she ran up. With smooth form, she tossed the jump rope lasso at the demon, Faust, intending to prevent him from completing his current task of uniting the centaur.

Spoiler: to lasso Faust

SMITED: Rolls.

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Celena Agrios
Agent
Bestial
Hit: 10
Tags:​

Tarmagon @Damafaud JustNicole

Celena landed on her side on the relatively soft grass and the big thump noise resulted from her mass coming into contact with the said ground was clearly quite loud as she started to smell more people coming outside of the gym. "The horned one and ... someone with a lot of that weird smelly water on them." as she shrugs off the smell as she doesn't find it very enjoyable. "Now where's the ξωτικ-" as Rill proceeds to use her acrobat class to her advantage and blindfold poor Celena as she runs away.

In this Celena wasn't in the most enjoyable situation and was currently sitting flat on the ground thinking her to herself what atrocity has she done in order for her goddess to treat her this way. And then at that time Faust comes behind her and begins to untie her knot. "Oh, yea I'm meant to catch the flag.". She then proceeds to rip off the shirt of her face with the help of the knot being loosened by Faust and turns to one side and proceeds to slowly stand up.

At that time she turns around to thank Faust only to see Adriel attempt to tie Faust up. She then turns her head around to see Rill already far away and decides that dealing with the current problem and then catching the flag would be a situation, she then turns her whole body around to prepare to help Faust.

 

[Fable]

Baosihr Duadoch
Training Officer
Demon
Hit: ??

Damafaud Daunting_Doggo Kloudy Blaire Wisteria Gilzar r e i Light Slop PanOtterPus JustNicole StoneWolf18 Tarmagon

Baosihr had been watching the game from the comfort of his office, leaning back in a chair and swapping camera feeds from his phone. A few times he had almost gotten out of her chair and stormed out of the office. Janus had pulled out a weapon after he had pretty much made it clear it wasn't allowed, but he remained where he was. What he was witnessing thus far was a disappointment. He had given them time to plan and it appears most of them were just running around with their heads cut off. He groaned and slid a hand across his face as he watched Janus nearly KO Tarrin. How these agents were to be expected to actually manage out in the field was beyond him, but if they wanted to toss these agents out there, all he could do was verbally protest and later on go 'I told you so' when they fucked up.

He was hoping that Celena was successful in her attempts to grab the flag, just so the game would end. However, she failed and Baosihr sighed. He waited just a bit longer after her failure before sitting up in the chair and leaning forward towards the desk, his mouth close to a small microphone. He cleared his throat before pushing a button. "Hurry the hell up," he shouted, "If you think I'm impressed by all the useless crap you guys are doing, you are mistaken. You have ten minutes to get a flag. If no team has grabbed a flag by then and the alarm sounds, you can damn well expect to have to make a walk of shame when you leave this gym!"

 

[Damafaud]

Faust Senade
Agent
Demon
Hit: 10​

Around: Celena ( Daunting_Doggo ), Rill ( Tarmagon ), Tarrin ( PanOtterPus )

Spoiler: Avoiding Lasso

70

Just as Celena ripped the loosened shirt off her face, he felt something fell over his head and constrict his torso. A jump rope. Faust turned his head with his eyes widened and saw the Nephilim holding the other end of the rope. His expression turned into disdain. Of all people, why would he be caught by a Nephilim? It wasn't like he had a bad history with her, but all of his past interactions with her kind never ends well. He usually would be chased out, running for his life.

Celena started to turn and looked prepared to save him, but he waved her away.

"Catch the flag! You're faster than me!" it sounded heroical, but he laughed bitterly inside. Again, he would be stuck to deal with a Nephilim. He didn't like it, but it was the best course of action. With him keeping the blonde Nephilim busy. Celena and Tarrin would be free to catch the elf.

He turned to the winged woman with a firm expression on his face.

"Come on!"

He pulled the lasso on his side with as much force as he could.

Spoiler: Pulling Adriel

15

 

[Gilzar]

Rosalia Liotta
Agent
Vampire
Hit: 10
PanOtterPus Damafaud Fable Tarmagon Daunting_Doggo Blaire Wisteria ​

There was a brief moment of satisfaction as Rosalia's plan began to fall in place. With the dwarf pinned up against the wall, and with Janus distracted, Faust was easily able to run through the doors and get outside. Alright, that's one person through the door. So far we have two attackers now....

Things took a turn for the better once again. Rose heard Tarrin begin to get up, and quickly exit the door right behind Faust. Rose let out a sigh of relief. While she knew Tarrin wasn't dead, as she could hear his heart beat, the idea of him being unconscious was a concern to her. With Janus being as out of hand as he was, they needed all hands on deck.

Speaking of Janus, Rose sniffed the air and looked around. He was at the other end of the gymnasium, trying to get the flag, though due to what she could only assume was a spill of oil or some form of lubricant that wasn't happening. Why did he abandon his post? Getting the flag was obviously a priority, but wasn't he supposed to be guarding the door? With Tarrin on the ground as long as he was he easily could have tried to stop Faust from advancing, or at least freed his dwarven team-mate.

Rose coudn't help but pick up the aroma from the dwarf as she smelled the air and looked around. He smelled of pine needles and dirt, just like a forest. Truth be told this was the first dwarf she'd actually ever seen up close. She'd only read about them in books, or seen them in videos that were provided by SMITED. These thoughts were interrupted, however. Baosihr was not pleased with either teams performance, and gave only ten minutes to get the flag.

Now Rose was faced with a choice: Either allow her team-mates to continue trying to get the flag and defend from the oncoming attackers, or defend the flag. For a moment or so, she heavily debated each option. Going outside, they'd outnumber the defenders. However, doing so would leave Victavia and Callia outnumbered....

Screw it. Win or lose, someone had had to win this. Risks need to be taken sometimes rather than playing it safe. Rose would much rather have a clear cut result than a stand-off. She made a plan, and it was time to stick to it. Victavia and Callia were working well as a team, hopefully it stayed that way. Rosalia shoved Hjolgram back, releasing him from her grasp, and sprinted out the doors. Reaching into her back pocket, Rose brought out a small umbrella and expanded it before going through the last set of doors leading outside.

The sun was daunting as is was bright, and it's beams were already burdening Rosalia. Under the umbrella she'd be fine, and just a mere ten minutes outside wouldn't be life-threatening. For a brief moment the bear skin on her fingers were exposed, and she felt a tingling irritation on it. Quickly she hid it back under the shade of the umbrella. If she lost the umbrella she'd stick to the shadows, and probably end up with just a bad rash, but that's it.

Ahead she saw Adreil with a Lasso around Faust, and Celena coming in to save him. Tarrin was also nearby. As tempting as it was to try and mount Celena for a quick pursuit, that wouldn't work. The wind would blow her umbrella right out of her hands. Tarrin would have to mount her.

"Faust, get out of there and get back in the Gym! I need you to switch places with me, we can't waste anytime."

"Tarrin!" Rosalia commanded, while carefully watching Adriel. "Tarrin get on Celena's back and both of you get that flag! I'll take Faust's place in the original plan (See my plan post for details.). We have ten minutes!"

Actually they probably had nine minutes now, but that just went to show the urgency of the situation. Rose could smell that elf around the Northeast side of the gym. Time to use her skills in stealth and cut the Elf off. It was morning right now, and the sun was on the east side of the Gymnasium. That happened to be the side closest to the elf. Wanting to avoid being encumbered by her umbrella it would be best to stick to the west side and cut them off. So, Rose made a mad dash for the west side of the gym, and stuck close to the edges, and made her way for the corner. She used her skills in stealth to stay low to the ground, and harder to see. (Rose is along the edge of the west side of the gym heading to C2)

 

[PanOtterPus]

Tarrin Selanlar
Agent
Elf
Hit: 10
Fable Gilzar Damafaud Daunting_Doggo

Tarrin could finally see them, however it didn't look like things were going to plan. Currently Faust was all tied up, the work of Adriel it seemed. The elf's feeling of elation at finally finding his tram and getting to join in turned into one of panic when he heard their ten minute warning. That man did not sound happy.

Tarrin had started to slow his pace to assist Faust when he heard Rosalia's voice from behind him. Climb onto Celena? Can do.

"You got it!" He yelled in confirmation, before running to his teammates and addressing Celena. "Hope you don't mind, but we still have a flag to fetch." He gave the Centaur a cautious grin before doing as instructed and climbing aboard. "Let's win this thing."

It was probably the most enthusiastic he'd felt all day, but this training thing wasn't so bad. Sure he was taking orders from a vampire, he had been knocked the hell out and he still hadn't been of much help, but Tarrin couldn't care less. He was part of a team.

 

[Daunting_Doggo]

Celena Agrios
Agent
Bestial
Hit: 10
Tags:​

PanOtterPus Damafaud Tarmagon

Celena was about to charge into Adriel and proceed to take the lasso in order to let her companion escape the grasps of her assault. She was about to do that as stated only stopped by another ξωτικ, luckily or unluckily this was on her team, which proceeded to jump on her back telling her. She was about to kick off the ξωτικ but just before she did she realized that they would need to get the flag in order to win since they only have 10 minutes left, now Celena doesn't know how much that time that is but she can assume is relatively soon.

So either from the need to have their team win or from the fact that she doesn't want whatever punishment Baoshir has in place for them after neither of the teams got the flag, she turns towards the way Rill was running and she proceeds to gallop straight ahead near the wall of the gym. As she was running he was saying to Tarrin that was currently sitting atop of her:" That elf is a smart elf, I won't be able to catch by just running straight ahead and cutting her off, this is where you come in I will run fast enough get in front of her in order to stop her running away route and then you jump off me and cut the other route making her cornered and allowing us to get the flag."

 

[r e i]

Calliea Ru
Agent
Woodland Elf
Hit: 10
Gilzar Daunting_Doggo Fable Blaire Wisteria PanOtterPus Damafaud Light ​

Calliea saw both Janus and Mara out of commission meaning there was no immediate danger to the flag. Unless you mean an drunk supernatural. Which she does not. She saw everyone else, including her team leader ran out for Bravo's flag. She was under orders to protect the flag, and the vampire but...she has an idea which she might need the whip that the vampire has. She looked for the vampire who was standing still which was really fucking still.

"Hey! Vic, I have a plan for us to win the game but it will only work if you listen to me." She says to Vic "We need to trip the elf, she's running. And right now a bunch of our team is running after her. All she's gonna notice is them. Not us which is perfect for our plan. " Calliea smirked looking at the whip. "Together, we will trip the elf. The once she trip, you will try to get the flag without hurting her. You can knock her out but only if getting the flag is why you must. " She breathed in deeply. "But to ensure the safety of the flag, you will give it to me, and tell everyone you have the flag still. "

Calliea wanted to win. She wanted to prove that she could do it not only to herself but the others also. "This plan might fail or we might score big time but we got to try. So are you in Vic or am I running in there like a woodland elf without woods?"

 

[Slop]

Maybe it was the atrocious display of incompetence he had just unintentionally shown? Or perhaps it was the impact of his body hitting the ground face-first that would have lit a sober person's pain receptors like fireworks on the fourth of July? Regardless, a sudden wave of realisation had seems to wash over the drunken Magician.

Wait... How- why-... Right, I'll just.. Err...

In a sense dumbfounded, the now perhaps-a-tad-more-sober-although-still-intoxicated Usof slowly and this time less sloppily got back onto his feet - almost as if he was regaining his sober-self. Almost dramatically, he began to process everything around him with slightly more depth than before: what was happening, where he was, why in Lucifer's name were people screaming and jumping and sprinting about, tackling each other like in an amateur game of rugby of sorts.

Then there was the loud voice blaring through the speakers; one that was comparable to that of a cranky old sod nagging on a group of teenage miscreants. But of course, it didn't take long for Usof to remember who said cranky old sod was - the training officer. Since he was busy trying to piece together what had happened while he was still on cloud nine, the officer's words flew right past him; in a way similar to earlier before the game begun.

After a brief few seconds, Usof gave his eyelids a blink or two to refresh his vision and yelled out to whomever was on his team in a way very-very-slightly intoxicated individuals would have for instructions as he was clearly still not in the state to strategise or even give himself orders,

"Lads - err.. hello. As you can probably tell, I wasn't exactly myself a while ago. Feeling better now. Well, a tad better... Uh.. where do I go..? Who am I with again..?"

 

[Fable]

Baosihr Duadoch
Training Officer
Demon
Hit: ??

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Baosihr was done, he groaned in frustration before literally face palming. He really didn't agree with this whole concept for random agents pulled for field missions. The agency was getting to eager to try and muster a good image, at least to him, by this insane process. They couldn't even work together as a team well right now, how the hell were they going to survive a mission with actual consequences to failure? He'd file his paperwork with Admin with the issues and concerns and if they still wanted to go with this, then that was all on them. He took a deep breath and then exhaled before shouting over the gym's PA, "Game's over! Both team's fail! Victavia, clean the oil you dumped all over the damn gym and the glass. If you're going to make a mess, you sure as hell get to enjoy cleaning it up. Tarrin, get yourself to the infirmary to make sure you don't have a bloody concussion. Mara, get your ass in my office immediately. Usof, you'll be getting your ass in the office after I speak with Mara. The rest of you, get the hell out of my gym and pray to whatever deity you believe in that you aren't sentenced to a desk job."

He turned off the PA system and stared at the door, waiting for Mara to have a few choice words with her, and then that damn drunkard they sent him. His expression was one of seriousness and there was no longer a joking aura around his person. He may joke around and try to come up with entertaining challenges and games for agents, but that didn't mean he was unable to be serious.