started!"
Ordering Nyka, the mage looks at the two nonchalant before stepping between the two, speaking. "Hi. Nyka Uill. I'm an Archmage and also the officiator for this duel... I'm also in charge of reviving one of you if you die. Do you have any questions before we get started?"
-followed by a Tempest Blade in the other as she greets Zelgius with a simple, toothed smile when entering her stance.
"It's been a bit, Zelgius. Just know any tricks outside of our martial skill and the magic in our blades will be met with similar ferocity! Now, enough banter! Nyka, get our duel-
Observing Sehnsucht being placed on the ground, Amara draws from the aether a spear that is filled with holy magicks. A Holy Lance from yet another world that she collected from. She then places it on the ground next to Sehnsucht before looking at Zelgius. A Thunder Sword appears in her hand after,-
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Amara is just... staring at Y/C's weapon.
Amara's routine is simple: strip down, curl up, sleep. She's a Monster with no real sense of hygiene which is why Nyka often spends time cleaning her.
Nyka's own routine is: bath, brush teeth, read a book, fall asleep the moment the hat comes off.
Amara and Nyka are born in the same world; Empyrea. However both come from dofferent parts of it. Amara hatched in Mt. Firebrand, the only place where her kind lives (to her knowledge.) She can return there when she finds her way.
Nyka was banished from the Holy Kingdom of Elfis.
Amara's happy with her life of adventure, but the same cannot be said for Nyka. That life chose her the moment that basement caught fire.
An long time ago, Nyka was experimenting in her family's store, experimenting with ways that could take her closer to her goal. She was exiled as a result of it.
"Haha..." Nyka speaks out as rises slowly before realising that her head was a bit lighter, then reaching for the hat before she takes her staff, supporting herself up.
"I'm fine now... Who are you?" The elf asks as her emerald eyes look up at him, holding onto the brim of the hat.
Amara and Nyka have a mansion in the Void that Nyka is in charge of maintining. One of those 'larger on the inside' deals that take a long time to make a permanent fixture.
Amara is not allowed to decorate anywhere but her own room without Nyka's permission, and Nyka can only propose changes to it.
Nyka's foot catches onto the man's rib as she trips over, dropping her staff and herself across his other side, hat landing softly on top of Zack's face.
"Ow, ow... Stupid rocks..." She speaks in her usual, monotone voice.