Gancho Libre

yes, this guild is not one that would hold back unbiased, because we will not fight.

say your magic has less effect when the victim is themselves holding investiture

just for that' I'll vote opposite

I noticed

Nei'an walks jauntily towards Rhazien. "These 'dogs are great!" he said."Did you do what I told you to here?"

the stocknaughts will probably remain nutral

And thus I cried.

it's going to happen.

can't take either side. I'll just have some crackers

oh, you're right. I'm good.

Can't. Choosing sides would make me a part of the coming war. I don't want to be a part of it.

Nobody wants to fight. I'm just saying it might happen. There are a lot more arguments now than when I first joined.

Good point. I sense this escalating.

yup.

This worries me.

I'll say the same thing as I did in the TUBA forum: This tension between you two is... exhausting.

This tension is... exhausting.

Nei'an watched as the coins shot upwards. Klaw shrieked as many found their mark, puncturing wings and chest. This was not how it was supposed to go. Klaw protected me... Klaw fell from the air, landing beyond Riathor. Nei'an screamed in anger and frustration. was Klaw dead... For the first time in a long, long time, Nei'an felt glad as dead bodies continued to pile up around him. Klaw survived, but for how much longer? Nei'an didn't have his truncheon... Anger. Intense, boiling anger. Klaw had helped Nei'an, saved Nei'an multiple times, and not Klaw was suffering. Klaw, who Nei'an had vowed to protect. Klaw, who Nei'an had promised would live. Klaw, who was dying on the ground, blood seeping into the earth like the roots of a felled tree, desperately thrashing for some tie to life. Anger. And, unsurprisingly, determination. An infinite amount of it. And pain became an abstract concept, completely unfeelable. Yes, usually he could feel some pain, not now. Nei'an hardly felt the ground under his feet as he rushed the strange Mistborn. And he hardly cared as he threw his coat aside, lest the metal on it becomes his downfall, despite the weapon it bore. He whipped out two vines from his belt, slinging them around like maces, and swung the pointed end towards Riathor's shocked face.