Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory was grinning faintly to herself at... well, all of his quips. She could tell he still felt bad, she'd have to find a way to show him she was fine. She stood slowly, and walked over to her wardrobe, grabbing clean clothes. Glory changed her clothes, leaving the dirty ones on the floor. She flopped down onto her bed, feeling as though she hadn't slept in weeks. She reached out experimentally to the threads of darkness, trying to grab hold, but she was too tired to summon anything more than a quick, small flash of darkness around her fist before it fell away again. Oh well.

Glory put her arm down and fell asleep, not even bothering to pull her blankets over herself. Her last conscious thought was of the fight, what she could've done better, then finally darkness.

General Anubis

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Leo stopped in his tracks, tightening his jaw. "If you have to know, I was helping a fellow patron." He said curtly, striding over to his throne, but not sitting down. "Why are the corrupted so damn close to here?" He growled lowly, pacing a little and occasionally looking at the map as he thought.

Ozark gave Juliet a friendly smile before sighing, walking over to her table. He sat, still waiting for his coffee and proped a elbow on the table, leaning his head against it. "Thank you" he said, casting a look around the café.

General Anubis

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"This needs to be resolved quickly." Leo mumbled to himself, straightening slightly. "I'm going to go out for a quick scouting mission." He stated before leaving the room quickly, exiting the place and heading towards the woods. His sharp golden eyes paid attention to each little thing, and his ears were listening for every little noise. He was a little deeper in the woods when something did happen. He conjured a sword and spun around to block himself from getting fileted by claws. He morphed into a dragon in a split second, his huge form lunging forward and clawing the other dragon's shoulder to shreds. Leo snarled, his fiery golden eyes a bit angry that anyone would dare attack him. Obviously a corrupted dragon, it was again rather small and inexperienced. He smacked his club tail into it's side, but in turn, it's flailing tail caught him in the chest. That usually wouldn't have been a problem, but he audibly heard cracks, and pain exploded through his chest. "Damn it! What was that for!" He huffed angrily and slashed the dragon's throat, finding a slight weaker spot and hearing a crack as the dragon went limp. "That fricking hurt..." He mumbled as he morphed back into human form with a grimace. He thought back to when Dwyer smacked him with the spear, then elbowed the same spot. Both where he had just got it. It must've fractured his ribs, and this just made them break the rest of the way. Rolling his eyes with slight annoyance, he threw the corrupted over his shoulder and stalked back, looking more than irritated as he entered the assembly room. "Yep, there are more." He dumped the body next to the other, showing no signs of pain, as he did not want the other Generals to know he tripped up. "We need to be extra cautious, and not let any first years into the woods."

General Anubis

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Leo glared back, not in the best mood, as he had just accidentally broke 3 ribs and figured out their whole ceremony day was a dump. "I didn't get completely mauled, thank you very much." He snorted. "You look like you don't care at alllll." His sarcastic voice was thicker than normal. Leo crouched by the bodies and stared at them for a moment before walking over to the map. "Obviously not good. Thanks for the information, General Rogue." Leo muttered under his breath, but he did agree with Romanov. "Killing off as many as possible seems like the best option at the moment." He said a little more quietly, sighing slightly. "However, I can not go at the moment. I have some business to attend to." He stated, nodding curtly at Simara and Romanov. "I'll be back soon." He then exited the room, heading to his own, out in one of the far wings. Sitting down on his bird he groaned, putting his head in his hands with a wince of pain. Everything was falling apart. The Corrupted were coming out in high numbers, and now the ceremony day was possible screwed. He leaned against the wall, irritated that he allowed himself to be injured. It was a stupid, amateur move. And now he had three broken ribs and felt like a bull that had just seen red.