#regnumaves

All he wanted to do was be nice and escort Sakura to the med tent. This was not in the plan.

When with Soren, Julian didn't usually get aggressive or want to run too far away from him. Sometimes, Soren wondered if it was healthy for a dog to be so attached to the few people who took care of him, but it helped keep him happy.

However, Julian suddenly bolted outside, barking and braying at what Soren assumed was nothing. He got his juice box and came outside, sipping as he watched the scene unfolded.

Tibarn was huge, so huge Soren could've missed how Julian dangled from a wing, tail still wagging.

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Still in awe and bewildered by the majestic power  of his wings, Sakura shily smile as he addressed at her, beak couldn’t curve, but she imagined a radiant smile upon his face, as he dared her to stay on guard for his next move.

“The battlefield is not my comfort zone, but I’m making my best to fit in and help my companions!” she timidly admitted and preparing herself for the next attack, since it was obvious that the hawk king has regained his force… and he surely did.

Almost without notice, – the speed of Tibarn was exceptional – the petite priestess was severely hit by the massive body of the hawk and with a light thud, she collapsed on the ground: she wasn’t completely knocked out tough, since a light gleaming suddenly flood her body and just like a little miracle, she still was conscious and managed to get up on her feet again, with huge fatigue and a weary expression on her face.

“I’m still…fighting…!” she resisted, lifting up the tome still in her hand and preparing the spell to cast.

Sakura (0.5/5 HP) attacks with Banshee (ranged). 1d20 = 4, Miss!

—but all her efforts were futile and the tome didn’t even brighten up. Her body trembled a little, knowing that the ending of the challenge was fatally close.

He's heard that Edelgard is next in line to become the emperor of Adrestia, and it does pique his curiosity as a ruler himself. From what little he's seen of her so far, he has a feeling that she for one will be taking the mock battle quite seriously. Which, hey, why not. For one such as her, this is important exercise.

"So. How's it feeling so far for you and your forces, do you think?" He asks, shifting back to humanoid form as he lands beside her, though keeping a bit of a respectful distance. "You've suffered some losses, but so have the other sides. Any strategies and plans on how to proceed?"

She is appreciative of the faces aligning themselves with the Black Eagles who otherwise lack any affiliation. It would be nice to see them joining the reds and blacks of their house more often. The sheer fact he approached her and shows intrigue is enough to capture Edelgard's interest in the moment. The emblem of the twin-headed eagle holds great weight for her and the Adrestian Empire. Flight and freedom are what she seeks. As moons pass and the numbers of her classmates and professors shuffle, one thing remains stagnant: Her.

This brief moment of respite presents Edelgard a moment to assess— To reflect. Her parry with Marth had been fairly brief but it had not been any less memorable. He spoke with words just as powerful as any grand speech she may give herself. And now, Tibarn provides her with statements of his own. The axe weighs tightly in her hands, even as it does nothing but sit at her side while lilacs move from the bustling grounds to her now ally. In a field like this, where Tibarn speaks out and reminds of comradery and numbers, does her stance become ever so prevelant. The question posed is an important one on any battlefield, mock or otherwise.

"AAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

After arriving with Caeda at the med tent, Tibarn takes a moment to receive some healing for the burns from his battle before taking a look around. Sure enough, Edelgard is here, looking... certainly worse for wear than she did when he spoke to her after the first round.

Well. Perhaps she truly ran into a fearsome foe, or perhaps she learned the hard way that confidence and overconfidence are only separated by a very thin line. He doesn't know. But either way, if he's learned anything of her by now, she will learn from that experience.

"Well, it's fine. This is just a mock battle, after all. Best it happen now than during a real thing," he smiles. "Besides, I hear the Black Eagles did win, so congratulations! It looks like your ideas and tactics worked out."

She loathes the thought of being a house leader who is not standing tall with everyone else. It is against her very nature. Still, there is certainly a point to be had with Tibarn's words. If her match has been met, she must work to reach even higher. As as her boots became muddied and the axe slipped from her grip, the princess had seen the value of versatility.

"That is true. I've been shown the urgency and decisiveness of my every move. Were this a true battle, the outcome may have very well differed." Even when faced with a personal loss, she will not allow her words to falter. She cannot afford to do so nor does she hold any desire for it.

It's a nice sight, she thinks— The reds and blacks of the Black Eagles house encompassing Gronder Field. This time, the victory isn't shared. It is theirs and theirs alone. An eagle soaring high above the rest, lions and deer forced to look upwards. This won't be the last time Gronder Field is graced with the pride of an eagle. She's positive of that.