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Following them was going to be easy, as the Sekhmet Malik had thrashed its way through the forest to catch the auburn individual, the figure hearing the roars coming closer, meaning that they were now fighting. They advanced further, but not fully revealing themself yet, as they simply wanted to observe the fight. Much to their surprise, the young man had lured them to a clearing, something they had thought to have known solely about. “Sharp eyes, that one.” they acknowledged and finally took a good view of the lad fighting currently for his survival. His striking red hair, tied into a long ponytail with two raven braids hanging from his temple made him an easy target to spot. His outfit consists of brown traveling pants and a gray-black turtleneck tunic. There wasn’t much in the way of armor, just a pair of metal gauntlets and matching breastplate over his chest. On his belt was his sword sheath, and hanging proudly from his shoulders was a crimson mantle with golden highlights

If only he had looked behind himself... Another figure emerged from the confines of the shadows, having witnessed it all. Clad in a robe of beautiful ruby red reaching to just past their knees, the hood concealing their face entirely once drawn up. Despite its bright and striking color however, it did a brilliant job concealing their form, allowing the figure to remain unnoticed. …for the most part. A stray Sekhmet stalked behind them, believing the figure had not noticed it. The beast tensed every bit of its being into one deadly lunge, attempting to maul the figure before them, the bright cloak making it an easy target to spot within the forest. The beast lunged for the figure before it, ready to sink its fangs deep into their flesh. However, the figure HAD noticed it. “Next time you want to pounce on something, make sure to make full use of your environment. Then again, you don’t have exactly a home advantage,” they spoke, knowing their ‘conversation partner’ would offer

On an island, north-west from the Sanus Continent The fact that the exams were taking place upon this rock in the middle of nowhere seemed quite strange, ironic, even. “This does remind me of home,” Mourvédre spoke to nobody in particular as he walked through the dense forest, feeling as if he was literally at the beginning of his journey again. His sixth sense made sure that it would not be the end of it; a raging killing intent made itself known, along with the sound of air being sliced, approaching with blinding speed. "Marvelous, just marvelous!" the young man snarled as he felt the iron-filled aroma enter his senses, narrowly dodging a blow meant to cleave his head from his shoulders. The blow, formed by a sharp bestial claw, narrowly grazed his forehead, but that was enough to stain his vision with red. ‘Just Merveilleux’, he thought, not bothering to wipe it away and simply allowed it to flow freely, his black braids near his temple staunching some of the bleeding. To say