Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20151207164822/@comment-25019125-20160105224314

Feacha stood to the edge of the gathering, though it was a small one at that. She looked to her new teammates, all of whom she had just met the other day. She barely knew anything about them, and upon hearing this would be a session to see each others' styles, she thought it was rather appropriate. She looked to the two blondes who were her other teammates, it was interesting how their team was two blondes and two blackettes. Regardless, both of the blondes were taller than her, something that bothered her a little.

One of the blondes whom Feacha was glancing at was Estevon, the tallest of the group at 6'2. He watched their 'Leader' talk about sparing and something about a duel. The blonde next to him spoke up, her name was Merel, he believed. He had heard about her back at Signal, but by reputation only, which wasn't much. He stood casually as he continued to listen to Jericho and upon being called out, he blinked. Me, first? He thought. A little surprised but now showing it, he shrugged and climbed upon to the 'stage' with ease. He looked to Jericho with a smile, pulling out the dart launchers and blades for his wrist bands. He hooked them on and stood ready with a kick-boxing stance. "After you," he nodded to Jericho, not wanting to take the first move.

Feacha moved to sit and watch the two, she had seen what Jericho could do during initiation, now it wasn't much. She glanced to Merel before directing her gaze to the fight, crossing her legs in the chair. One of her hands strayed to the hilt of Nox Stellum, her fingers fiddling with the cloth around the handle. It was a tick she had and couldn't get rid of.