[Team 3] The Cleaning Security (Demi, Amalie, Kyran, Rain)

Amalie was probably one of the few that was actually happy to be tagging along today. Although, considering the way she carried herself it may not have been obvious. Amalie wasn't exactly one to walk around with a beaming smile. But still, it was curious. The first time she was ever being pulled in by her guild on such a grande matter. Then again, she was there at that ball where those infected individuals had made there way in. She had missed a great deal of that little show, having been talking to Vice President Johann about a certain matter. A matter which she finally had a lot of answers too. As it turned out, Amalie was a vessel and inside of her lived a being, specifically the fifth seal of the apocalypse, Anima. He was a holy being and following a rather amusing incident on the Celestial Sanctum where she had been able to provoke the seal into talking to her. All because she took too long admiring her mentor naked. It was comical and more than enough to tell her what she needed to know. But still, Anima wasn't much of a talker, which normally she would have preferred. Except in this scenario, she needed answers, and yet when she asked he kept quiet. It was frustrating, to say the least. She didn't know why he was being so quiet; she knew he was there now. Perhaps he was a stubborn creature of sorts.

She was, as usual wearing the West Fiore Trading Company white uniform. Accompanied by a pair of black leather boots then went over her knees. The heel of which was purposefully designed more like a wedge heel, a means of dealing with the soft soil she may have to walk on. Her long pale blue hair swaying behind her, and her sword known as Celeste, attached to the belt around her hip, hung from her right side. They were walking through Tsak Ordahic, a group of individuals. Two of which she recognised, the other two she didn't. Their team leader, Vice President of the West Fiore Trading Company. Adalinda, who she had bumped into a few times now. They had worked together on a rather embarrassing job back during the October period. When Amalie had found herself influenced by the magic from some sort of falling black powder. The powder itself had influenced her personality and caused her to behave like a timid little mouse. When she returned to normality, she had been horrified to find that people had in fact seen her this way. Adalinda was one of those people. Fortunately, the matter had never come up, and hopefully, it stayed that way. Amalie hated people who acted like pathetic little weaklings scrambling for a handout. The frightened woman with no backbone to speak of, that was not Amalie, so have behaved that way. Quite frankly, it was sickening. At the very least she was glad to have finished the job with Ada and had witnessed some impressive feats of magic. Magic she was sure she'd get enjoy more of today. Ada was also accompanied by the perky little exceed of hers, Amalie took a moment to try and recall her name. Tamaria? Yes, she was sure that was it.

The other guy from her guild, Amalie remembered, for the most part. On her first day, he had pretty much dropped from the ceiling, drunken and not fully dressed. It had been quite a little scene he had created, not that it had anything to do with Amalie. She didn't care as long as she got initiated, which she had. Other than that, it hadn't been much of a first impression. Amalie wasn't even sure she could remember his name, perhaps someone else would say it. Surely Adalinda knew him enough to mention it at some point. Then there were the two other girls, allegedly from Fairy Tail. One blonde and rather perky looking, the other with long white hair and eyes that were an interesting shade, like blood ruby. Amalie's few on Fairy Tail were rather mixed, on one hand, she had that idiot on one job that she hadn't been very fond of. On the other hand, there was Markus, another vessel to a seal. And although she didn't fully trust the guy, at the very least, he got the job done. So, it was really hit or miss on how good a job these Fairy Tail mages would do. She would just wait and see.

Adalinda turned to address them; she immediately started by referring to them as gals and mentioning the guy's name. Ah, that was it, Kyran. She couldn't promise to remember it in the far future, but she at least knew for today. She would then proceed to talk about the mission and their role in it; it would pretty much perfect for Amalie. She could've done either of the others without issue, but testing her magic out this way, seemed like an opportunity too good to miss. The rest of what she said was pretty standard, watch each other back, don't eat or drink anything. "I'm good to go." She replied, not really needing any more information than what she had.



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When Amalie arrived, it was just Adalinda and Tamaria. However, she didn't have to wait too long before the arrival of the others. This was fortunate, as Amalie wasn't exactly the moar patient individual. She was itching to throw herself into the action.  The blonde and the white-haired woman arrived relatively normally. The white-haired girl commented on her own tardiness, mentioning having been with someone she called Ruvel. Amalie glanced over, the name catching her attention. Ruvel was the same name as the CEO of the West Fiore Trading Company. Essentially her boss, her boss who she hadn't met yet. The information she did have on him was pretty minimal, so far, she had heard he was surprisingly young to be in charge of such a big company, and that he was the reason the West Fiore Trading Company was so well guarded. But other than that she had never seen him, or had any idea of what he was like. She wondered when she would get the chance to meet him, but figured it would come in due time. She wondered if the Ruvel that the white-haired girl mentioned was the same person, she had said it with the expectancy of Adalinda knowing who she was talking about. Adalinda, a vice president in the West Fiore Trading Company would definitely know of the CEO. The question was, what was this other girls connection to him?

It didn't require much thinking about right now though, Amalie had more important things to attend to. Like moving on with this little pre-job meeting. The blonde haired girl from Fairy Tail didn't say much other than that she was ready to go. This was good. Amalie didn't really fancy exchanging much small talk before they got into it. The redhead guys arrival did irk her somewhat, the sight of his wings and his slightly zealous arrival. She was reminded by the last time someone had arrived this way in front of her, that hadn't exactly gone as planned. The useless mage who was supposed to provide back up when she dealt with Tracey Delarin, only to abandon her before they even got there. It was highly displeasing. But still, she had survived and gained some useful information out of it. It just meant that she certainly wasn't going to rely on that imbecile should they ever run into each other again.  Hopefully, the Redhead would be more reliable than the Fairy Tail imbecile; she had encountered that time, he was, after all, a member of the West Fiore Trading Company.

For a moment it seemed like the small talk was done and they were about to set off. Amalie went to follow Adalinda as she suggested they get going and turned away. Only to stop when Tamaria commented on introductions. Amalie resisted the urge to roll her eyes; she really didn't see the point. But she supposed it made sense for her to have some means of communicating with the others should she need to. For whatever reason, she turned back on her heel, looking at those she presumed wouldn't know of her. "Amalie, from the West Fiore Trading Company." She said quickly, hoping to move this along. Fortunately, it seemed like this wouldn't be too much of an issue, as Adalinda began to apologise for not starting introductions she stopped. Something catching her attention, Amalie's icy blue eyes followed her gaze. Spotting the incoming menace, her blank expression shifted immediately into a smirk. It was finally time for some fun.

Amalie's eye racked over the creatures that were moving towards them, taking in the sight of them. She turned her body slightly so that she was facing them. She would scan over the snake-like creatures, like living vines they emerged, slithering towards them. Her fingers flexed slightly at her side, her magic convulsed inside her, creeping up from her core, and pouring out of her throat. "Empowerment" Followed swiftly by "Resistance", her voice rang out, and her body would pulsate with the air of magic as she activated spells design to strengthen her as well as increase her magical resistance. Her right hand glided over the handle of Celeste, should she draw her sword or savour that for when more enemies entered the fray. Perhaps not yet, she needed to weigh things up from a distance first. Running in sword swinging was not a sensible tactic. She allowed her hand to drop once more, decided to save Celeste for later. She heard Tamaria calling down to them, not looking but listening to the Exceed as she broke down what she was seeing. She heard Adalinda's command; finally, she had the approval she needed. "Gladly." She said simply, allowing her magic to surge up through her once more. "Shards."


The air around her would begin to ripple, as in its shards of broken glass manifesting in great quantities. Increasing in mass into she was surrounded by what could only be described as a horde of glass. She raised her arm and flicked her right hand in a 'go' gesture. The shards darted ahead at her command, soaring through the air like bees. She laid her eyes on the closest viper; in response, the glass swirled around it, tearing it to pieces in a matter of seconds. Well, that was anticlimactic. She thought, turning her gaze towards the next viper and repeating the process. The exceed was indeed speaking the truth, this vine snake things were weak. Amalie would sigh, directing her shards at two more. She supposed it was a 'clean up' job after all, and this was only the beginning. She turned, casually strolling forward a few steps. Almost looking slightly bored, her gaze fell on the other creature that Tamaria had spotted. i]Ah, yes, the Rose-looking-things[/i], As she had put it. They were a little more curious to look at. With bodies, that sort of resembled giant green crabs, except from its face sat a giant pinkish blossoming flower. Standing at three feet two, Amalie strolled towards it. Her fingers flexed slight, the shards having finished off those two vine snakes followed her as she moved. Once again she gestured for them to move, and the swarmed past her towards the flowered beast. The shards embedded themselves in its body, causing Amalie to tilt her head. So these things were slightly stronger. The creature emitted a cloud from its body.

Poison.

Amalie arched a brow, this was surprising, Anima was deciding actually to talk. Even if it was just to warn her, still, it helped her decide what to do next. She raised her palm. "Globe." An air bubble formed around the creature. Containing the poisonous spores within it, inside the bubble, Amalie activated the wind magic. The air inside the air bubble began to shift, Amalie manipulating the structure of the molecules in the bubble to produce a counter toxin. She watched as the creature shrivelled inside of the bubble. The shards inside the bubble would continue to hack away. Amalie glanced away; she didn't need to pay any more attention to that. It was already dead. She spotted another rose beast and did a little estimation in her head. It hadn't required too much damage to take down that thing; she wondered if there was another spell she could use to prove more effective. This wasn't exactly a challenging fight right now, but at the very least she could use it to practice the functionality of her spells. She could do this at least, until a much more interesting opponent along.

"Burn."

She called, raising her palm before the creature could realise a miasma of its own. The flames burst from her hand, and she shrouded the beast in a mass ball of fire. The creature reeled on its spidery legs, flailing in response to the fire. Within moments it crumpled down, dead. It seemed this plant was especially weak to fire. That was useful to know. Amalie glanced around idly, curious to see what else there was to do — carrying the demeanour of a woman dealing with household chores, rather than a mass of plant monsters.

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Fortunately, the introductions seemed to go quickly. The white-haired girl, the one who was seemingly connected to Ruvel. Giving the name demi, and bowing politely. She would tell them she was a Fairy Tail mage. However, she also worked as a maid and hostess for the West Fiore Trading Company. That was a curious combination of careers; on the other hand, it did explain the connection the Amalie had earlier suspected. So she did know Ruvel, Amalie's superior, it was likely that the girl worked directly for him, based on the information she had given. Kyran, the redhead, only offered his name, which Amalie had already figured as much, then proceeded to mutter to himself. Amalie looked back towards Demi as she began to talk about what they were handling. The pathogens and the nature of how they worked. One targeted the mind, and the other targeted the body. Well, that seemed fairly obvious based on behaviour and physiological reactions of the two men that came to the ball that night. The disgusting boils and lesions on the one man was a clear reflection on what the disease was able to do to one's body, and the other man babbling senselessly had clearly lost his mind to it. Amalie wondered if her superiors had confirmed whether or not there were any other side effects or if it really was just the two. Well, it didn't matter that much, as long as she was able to work out enough about their infectious nature to avoid getting the disease herself.

Amalie had a little bit of knowledge on diseases, and viral mutations. She had taken the liberty of doing a little light reading on them, although she hadn't taken too much time to study it. After all, her primary focus was the seals that Johann had talked about and this being inside of her known as 'Anima'. She hadn't been able to figure out much, except that he was a creation of God, and had some connection to the souls of Martyrs. Yet it was all so vague, what did that even mean? Anima despite now being vocalised, didn't seem interested in talking much about it. She wasn't sure why, she still felt those random waves of nausea too, but she noticed they only seemed to come over her when Anima became more present. Perhaps that was why he didn't talk, because of the way he was affecting her. Yet still, there was something she hadn't been able to deduce, something important. Just when did Anima invade her body? How long had he been existing inside of her, using her as a host? Had he always been there, or was this a recent invasion? She couldn't pinpoint any particular moment in her life where she felt a such a shift; surely she would have noticed such a thing. There was just that... one moment, when she had first activated her powers true potential, the night Wyatt had died. Was it then? She would need to analyse it a little more, see if she could work out the variables and come to some kind of solid conclusion. If only Anima would be a little more cooperative, this whole thing would be a great deal easier on them.

Adalinda added to Demi's words by instructing them not to consume anything in the area; it seemed like a weird request. But then again, different magics worked in various ways, some mages might require consumption in order to activate. From the things she had read, she understood that Slayer magic had a similar kind of function, although she was sure that was magic based. She wasn't overly familiar with how slayers worked, then again Adalinda was a slayer, wasn't she? Amalie had never seen the girl consume anything in a fight, so perhaps she was misinformed. Perhaps, when they had more time, she would ask her, but not right now, that information wasn't relevant in this situation.

After throwing herself into the fight and handling the few grass-like vipers and that rose crab thing, Amalie had a moment to asses the situation. She had turned to look at the others; it seemed the team was doing reasonably well. As she eyed the fallen beasts, she nodded "Not bad." She said, before hearing Adalinda call to her, ordering her to use her flames on a box she had created. Smirking, Amalie made her way over quickly, raising her palm, "My pleasure." She opened her palm outwards so that it was facing the box, realising another burst of flames. The fire exploded from her palm, covering the box entirely. There was a series of shrieks and wails as the trap rose creatures was set alight. Unable to escape due to the confines of the box, once she finished, she noticed one of the crabs had been completely burnt to ash. Well that made sense, the spell was designed only to target one enemy at a time. She would need to re-cast the spell to take down another, or wait to see if one of her fellow teammates had a fire spell in their arsenal. Amalie looked over at Adalinda with a smirk, "My, my, that's the first time I've used my spell in combination with another's, what a diligent leader you are." She said, giving the girl a playful wink.

It was then that Tammy returned, with news of more monsters. She informed them of some giant four-legged tree like beasts wearing rocks on their backs. So more was coming, interesting, perhaps the noise from the fighting was luring more creatures towards them, like their own form of bait and they were luring in some big fish. Amalie felt herself grow a little excited; she wanted to see just how interesting this battle was going to get. It was the first time she was fighting in a setting like this, alongside other mages, completely unsure of what could jump out at them. It was somewhat of an adrenaline rush, and she was enjoying every minute. As the trees got closer, Amalie picked the closest one, summoning more shards she launched them at the tree creature. Hacking away at the tree like beasts, pieces of wood being chipped away with each cut. She followed this attack with another air bubble, forming in around what appeared to be the creature's head. She drained the bubble of oxygen and began to re-fill it with a toxic miasma. The tree began to rot inside the bubble, all the while on the outside. The shards were targeting it's limbs, slicing away at the halfway point on each leg in an attempt to rid the beast of it's ability to move completely. Amalie focused her shards so that after every cut was deliver, another shards would move in and slice the same spot. Repeating this actions and quickly severing through the wood there. The creature attempted to regenerate, some of the earth from the ground rose up and was absorbed into the beast as a means of repairing it's wounds. But regardless of it's attempts, the shards were too relentless, after a moment each of the limbs were completely cut through. The tree crumpled to the ground with a loud crash. Amalie smirked, Still too easy... She thought, before turned back towards the box to see if she needed to use her fire again or if someone else had handled it.

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Amalie had to admit, turning around to check on the box onto the see the carnage that was her team fighting amused the Articulation mage a great deal. She had only fought with a team once before, but her state of mind had been altered. Reversed and made weak by the black powder. It had been such as shame; she hadn't really been able to invest herself into it properly. She had held back massively, which really was no fun to reflect on. Amalie had recalled the creature's she had been required to fight that now, it irked just how much she hadn't done/ She could've easily handled them, and had fun with it too, if it hadn't been for that strange magic in the air, making her so hesitant. Which was why she was more than eager to make the most of the little group battle. Despite being capable enough on her own in any fight, it felt good to be able to work alongside other magics. To see how your magic compared as you took on the same beasts. She had even felt a sense of triumphant satisfaction when Adalinda had called upon her to burn the rose she had trapped; the success had made the mage crave more of it. Just how far could they go working together, just how compatible was this group. She was keen to indulge herself in the battle, although it seemed she no longer had any enemies to target. With the blonde Fairy Tail mage taking down more trees in an impressive combination of agility and water magic, the redhead, summoning a feral wolf-like beast that ferocious destroying the remaining beasts. Amalie twirled to look at Adalinda; she assumed that they would be moving on. But she was waiting for her leader's instructions first, even if she was eager to fight some more, her blank expression didn't reveal much at all.

Once the area was confirmed to be cleared by Kyran, Adalinda would ask if they felt okay, most likely conscious of the deadly pathogens they were at risk of being infected with. Amalie, who felt fine, made an 'okay' gesture with her right hand. Before following after the dark-haired woman. The walk made for a pretty short break from the fighting, Amalie supposed this could be construed as a 'rest' period, which would hopefully mean that the next round was going to be nice and feisty. After all, how often did you get to fight creatures a such a mass scale? Use your magic without holding back in the slightest, with no risk of feeling guilty for killing living things. There was a smoothness about the whole mission that Amalie enjoyed, the fact that they could do whatever they wanted in terms of killing these creatures, there was no rescuing involved or protecting those unable to fight. Everyone here seemed capable of handling themselves, which meant all of them could fight at full capacity, no concern over civilians. Just kill the enemy. All this destruction and yet they were still technically saving the people of Tolgalen. Because with these guilds combining their efforts to deal with this 'situation', who knew how many could become infected and die. It was a strange justice, at least in Amalie's eyes.

As a short time past, Amalie could hear the scuttling and rustling of moving around. She felt her magic creeping up through her, eager to be released. Perhaps she was enjoying the fight a little too much. Then again, she had been fighting for as long as she could remember, but it was only in the past few years she got to incorporate her magic. Before then, it had always been with her fists. During the regular 'pit fights' held by the Corvins, was there ever a disagreement between one of the women or a wife, it was handled via a fight. Amalie, being the wife of one of the head-brothers at the time often faced jealous, or discord with other women, and so was called on often. She never lost, only because she was more terrified of Wyatt's reaction if she did. It would bring shame to him, and he didn't take that lightly.

She heard her team leader call out a warning, snapping her head around sharply to look upon the creature's she had specified. Amalie waved her palm, creating more shards they would fly forward towards the vipers swiftly, taking out a row of four vipers with ease. Sliving away, they would shred them into pieces. These were too easy, Amalie felt such little resistance as the edges of her shards carved their way through them. She knew they were plant-based, but it genuinely reminded her of mowing the lawn. Not that she had to do that anymore, living in an apartment meant she didn't have a garden. She didn't miss it that much; she hadn't been much of a green thumb when she did have a garden. She really only preserved it for Wyatt's satisfaction. In his eyes, as a dutiful housewife, it was her job to keep the home looking presentable to any visitors, which meant keeping the garden in good shape.

Amalie heard Adalinda comment about a bad smell, taking a moment she paused. Then as it hit her, she wrinkled her nose. It was indeed rather unpleasant. She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers. At that moment, several air bubbles appeared all around them. Amalie stepped over to one and pushed her head into it. "Use those if you wish, they will keep out the scent."  She instructed, and as she continued, the air bubble would sit on her shoulder. Keeping the air she breathed pure from contaminated scents or toxins. She wasn't really fussed if her teammates decided to use them or not, but she figured if they were 'supposed' to work together. This meant dealing with something like this, after all, a smell like that mind indicate an airborne bacteria pertaining to the virus. She could be wrong, but it wasn't worth the risk. She turned to face one of the stationary plantlike creatures, a twisted thing that sort of reminded her of a crab, yet a lot more 'organic', for lack of a better descriptive term. As she eyed the wood and moss, she decided to try the simplest theory of attack. Spreading her palm outwards, she released a ball of fire. That slammed into one of the smelly creatures. Catching alight, the creature screeched loudly as it withered away and died. Another one weak to flames, She thought casually, it seemed her magic really was well suited in this fight. And while Adalinda seemed insistent on not wanting to lure more of the creatures over, Amalie really was hoping for more of a challenge.  


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At the very least the air bubbles Amalie had provided were proving to be an effective defence against the smells. They weren't powerful in terms of their defensive capabilities, mainly because they were designed more to be offensive. But both Adalinda and Kyran had taken to using the air bubble to protect themselves without hesitation. It was intriguing how well her companions trusted in the belief that she was aiding them. Having put the air bubbles on without even question her. Perhaps it was because they were members of the same guild or maybe they assumed that it would be foolish for her to use the spell in a way that didn't benefit all of them. After all, they were supposed to be fighting as a team, and even though she liked working solo. She wasn't foolish enough to believe she could scour these lands on her own without any further aid.

Still, it was interesting to witness others using her magic for their benefit. For the most part, she used this spell to suffocate or poison her targets. If she wanted to, she could fill it with a poisonous miasma or pull out all of the oxygen inside of it. That was just how she had initially designed the spell when she'd learned it. It's supportive qualities hadn't come into use until more recently. Maybe it had something to do with her being part of her guild that was causing her to consider ways in which her magical could be more contributory. Before today she had used it once during a job to rescue civilians who had found themselves shipwrecked in the middle of the ocean — having used the orbs to lift them out of the water with the air bubbles and moved them to the safety of a new ship. That had been the first time she had used the spell supportively at all, but it had been a rescue mission, not to mention there had been children involved. It was always a different story when children were at risk.

Like a switch, something tended to change in Amalie; even she knew she had a soft spot for children. Having yearned for many years to become a mother, only to be consistently disappointed whenever that time came to reveal that she once again wasn't pregnant. It had been a key pinnacle in the downfall of her marriage with Wyatt. She wanted a child, and he wanted a son — someone to take the family name and continue the Corvin line. But the doctors revealed a truth that left him furious; he was to blame for the childless marriage. He could not give her or any woman a child it seemed. But it didn't stop him from trying; it had been some times after the infidelity started. And although there were those in the organisation who claimed it was because he had grown tired of Amalie. She knew the truth. That his denial that it was his fault had pushed him to betray her, and she had no means to stop it. Because the first time she had confronted him, he had punished her ruthlessly. Almost starving to death in the confines of the cupboard he locked her in, following the merciful beating her had given her first. A result of her ... 'insolence' as he so put it. The first of many shut-ins.

In spite of these unpleasant memories haunting her mind, the emotional state of Amalie did not shift. She was good at that, not reacting. For as long as she could remember she had always been relatively numb to sadness and hate. Perhaps it was why she had managed to endure it for so many years; she had just accepted it as her fate, a consequence of the husband she chose. Perhaps if she were a little more emotional receptive, she would have gotten away sooner. But sometimes it felt like something was holding back those feelings, stopping her from caring more than she did. Her shell would remain the same regardless of what horrors she was thinking of, and it would not affect her as she fought. She had still been able to deal with the grass vipers and that smelly beast without faltering.

It seemed that the red-head managed to handle the oncoming creatures with little difficulty as well; the man had also taken advantage of the air bubble Amalie provided. It seemed he had no trouble continuing the fight. Amalie had to appreciate his ability to get the job done at the very least. Adalinda, on the other hand, seemed especially affected by the stench. She had thanked Amalie for the air bubble, but it hadn't been quite enough to settle her immediately as the monsters were finished off between Amalie and Kyran. The black haired woman apologised for her inability to take part in that round of fighting. Amalie cocked her head, "I see, I've heard that Slayers had heightened senses." She commented. It was more of a statement of acknowledgement rather than a question. Out of most magical types, Slayer was the one with the most immediately recognisable similarities amongst its kind; with features like heightened senses, the ability to consume the element of their magical type to increase their power and other variables. From what Amalie had observed, Adalinda's magic, in particular, created some form of metal-based attacks, perhaps Iron. Although she wasn't sure how the 'consumption' factor worked, Amalie didn't have any iron-based spells, and so couldn't aid the woman. Not that she felt concern for their team leader, but it would increase the likelihood of their survival if she were able to recover quickly. Amalie supposed that in this circumstance the slayer would just have to find her own means to overcome her nausea.

Kyran would make a rather abrupt comment about their purpose, Amalie raised a brow as she listened to his questioning of their leader. The mention of a nest would cause Amalie's lip to curl up slightly. That was an exciting thought; she could just imagine the strong monsters she would get to face. Her magic would truly get to be tested; she liked that possibility. Although the risk of death would be significantly higher, even so, it was an exhilarating prospect. Plus overcoming such an overwhelming fight was bound to help her grow strong, and strength was something she aspired for. She needed it, especially if she was going to face off against Charles and the remainder of his underground organization. Amalie listened idly as Adalinda began reiterating the actual goal they had been given. Amalie's eyes remained on the woman as she turned to her, claiming she would be open to suggestions but for the time being their only function plan was to take them head-on as they had been.

Amalie didn't have any suggestions, because she didn't actually find issue with the plan they had at current. She was happy to just continue forward for as long as they were able. It didn't make sense for her to argue against the most fitting ideal for her. The slayer was noticeably irritated as she began to move on. Amalie fell into step behind her, eying the area as she considered whether or not she should comment on the matter. She could very well have stayed quiet at this point, let the 'energy' of the interaction sit in the air. Adalinda and Kyran seem to know each other, perhaps they were even friends, although Amalie couldn't tell. Even so, she had the urge to comment, and after a moment of thought. She decided to state it because quite frankly there wasn't any reason not to.

"If I may..."She began simply, her gaze falling on the man as she addressed his point. "I doubt it is a major concern whether we find a nest or not; as Adalinda stated we are merely here to thin the herd. To decrease the numbers of enemies that could potentially attack the others. But even so, I doubt the missions of the other teams will proceed without them having to defend themselves should monsters stumble upon them. Which as we have thus far witnessed, seems to occur quite frequently. Nor do I doubt they aren't capable enough to kill the monsters. We are all mages after all, and seeing as the West Fiore Trading Company had included the 'Alliance' in this task. That would only mean we have the equivalent of three relatively capable guilds handling this mission. Which is quite a number in itself, from what I understand about guild relations, it's rare that more than two guilds will work together. To have three well-known factions involved is an impressive feat in itself, I wouldn't place doubt on the impact that our overall total will have on diminishing the number of monsters in the region. Not only that but isn't the primary focus of this whole ideal based on the success of the other teams. Those who are gathering samples and information on the pathogen so that we can work on a cure or potentially even a vaccine for it. As far I was aware, we really are just a 'clean-up' crew, are merely here to support them." She explained, her voice wouldn't carry particular concern, but more of one merely stating their point to gain mutual understanding. This had been at least her expectation of why they were here in the first place; she had never anticipated any major glory from the job. It was just 'kill what you can' what you looked at it simply.

"Don't get me wrong, the prospect of a nest is an exciting one at that, and to remove the source of the pathogen at its base would be a great success for the entire operation. But regardless the further in we move the more obvious it will become where the monsters are coming from. If we move in that general direction, the likelihood is we will stumble on the nest anyway." She said, her expression became teasing as she glanced between the others. "That is, of course, only if we can last that long." She added with a wink. It wasn't impossible to suspect that they very well might run out of steam before they even got to that point and running on empty while facing the mass birthplace of such a horrific horde of beasts. Well, the odds weren't good, as fun as it might be, Amalie didn't intend on dying on a random island at the hands of some diseased plants.

As Adalinda glanced back at them, asking if she was ready to continue on. She would nod at her simply; she was more than ready to take on more. Tammy, who seem to be the scout of the group, returned once more with more information. She broke down what monsters were around, mentioning once more plant-based' creatures, which cause their leader to groan. Amalie got the impression the woman wasn't fond of plants monsters or perhaps it was just planted in general, she had determined which. Amalie had no qualms; she had determined that some of the more 'plant-like ' of the monsters tended to be weaker to her flames. Which meant she had, for the most part, an advantage against these creatures, for she had at least two spells that would aid her, one of which so happened to be one of her stronger spells although the situation hadn't yet become dangerous enough for her to cast 'Firestorm'. The first and only time she had used it was when she had been fighting alongside that green-haired girl when they had taken on the giant Leviathian. Which really had been a fight or die scenario. It had been the first time Amalie had actually felt she was at real risk of dying, especially when that one snake had swallowed her whole. Fortunately, her instincts had gotten her out of that one.

As they moved forward, Amalie's eyes fell on the monsters. Both types of the monsters ahead were quite large. Some looked like the rotting carcass of some type of mammal, reduced entirely to the bone. Its body was covered in vines and moss. They were around ten feet tall, as Amalie's icy-blue eyes landed on the lethal looking talons they had. She made a note to avoid those when she fought. The other type of tall monster was somewhat similar to the tree like hunter thing from earlier. Only while those had only been ten feet tall, these monstrosities were fifty feet. Although their movements seemed slow. Amalie paused, contemplating her options, she moved forward, so she was standing between the two areas; the swamp and the forestry. She did a quick estimation of the range, this should be enough. Although it would be fine to take the creatures on in a much closer combat style of fighting. There was quite a few of them, and she suspected they wouldn't be as easy to fell as the others. It made more sense to play strategically rather than whimsically at this point.

She cleared her throat, feeling the magic pooling up inside her at this point. Becoming stronger and more commanding as she went to call her next spell. She magic burst from her, manifesting in her spells. "Firestorm." There was a rumbling in the sky above, as the clouds would shift. It was quite the dramatic spell, and one of her more powerful. As from the sky, four giant balls of fire rain down. They were soaring down from above, moving towards the group at great speed. Moving towards the targets Amalie assigned them to, they slammed down hard, two of them into the swamp creatures and the other two hitting a tree demon each. Amalie observed as the beast's reaction. As the moss and vines caught alight and the monsters flailed at the damage. Amalie recognised that the swamp ones were more affected by the fire. Within moments, the two boney creatures crumpled to the ground as the magical fire reduced the creature to a pile of charred bones.

Satisfied, she turned her gaze to the giant tree monsters. Who although they had taken some damage was still much less affecting by the spell. Additionally, they were moving towards her, although, quite slowly at that. She took this initiative for her next attack, turning to face them. She raised her palm and released a burst of fire. The spell slammed into the closest one. The flames from the spell merging from her Firestorm spells. She felt it connect, but still, it wasn't doing enough to really affect the beast. She needed more, with a wave of her arm. A horde of shards manifested in the air behind her. She directed them towards the monsters, hacking away as much as they could. Amalie strode towards the creature's, her eyes steady. "Flight." She commanded. Her body as though suddenly weightless rose into the air, and she shot forward. She stopped mid-air between the creatures. She brought her arms down by her side, palms facing upwards. "Discipline." her hands began to crackle with electricity. The electric currents extended from her grip, forming long whips. Pulling her arms in, she suddenly lashed both whips out. They stretched towards the tree demons, splitting in the air, each whip divided into five from each hand. They wrapped themselves around the bodies of the tree demons. Areas like their necks, arms, waists and legs bound by her whips, all the while crackling with electricity. As the electricity crackled through them, their movement slowed even more. A less sturdy opponent would have been stunned by this attack.

She took a steadying breathe, "Alright beasties, time for a lie-down," Turning in the air, she gripped the whips tightly, before dragging her body down. Using the force of her spells to increase the force, she gritted her teeth and dragged them down as hard as she could. She landed on the ground, pulling harder. Her shards erupted around her flying towards the creatures. They slashed away at them, pushing down on the beast in and attempt to aid their fall. After a few moments, the monsters lost their balance, falling towards each other. They smashed into one another, forced that way from the direction that Amalie had pulled them. She quickly darted back out of the way as they crashed to the ground. Panting as she did so, the shards continued to slice away at the creatures. Like a hungry swarm, making sure the prey was dead. She took a moment to catch her breath, a small satisfied smirk on her lips. Now, these things had been tougher to take down; she had actually needed to exert some energy to kill them. Perhaps they really were moving closer to a nest of sorts. The more powerful beasts were certainly beginning to show themselves. Plus she had the feeling that there was something much more challenging ahead. Perhaps it was just a hunch, but her sense of 'self-preservation' felt greater than normal.

She used her magical senses to evaluate her magical resources, concentrating for a moment on herself. She tested the levels of her remaining power to see how much she had left, her smirk dropped slightly at her discovery. She had to be careful with her spells, that had been quite the expenditure of magic, she had used up over a third of her mana at this point. She hoped some of it might begin to regenerate naturally soon. But still, if she weren't careful, she would put herself at a real risk of running out of mana. Inspite of her ability to slowly gain back her mana over time, it she used magic quicker than she could get it back, her body wouldn't be able to keep up. I need to surpass these limits. She thought, feeling a small sense of frustration. Not only to face off against Charles but just to get it through this mission. As fun as it was to fight powerful creatures, it wouldn't be worth it if she ended up dead.

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Amalie nodded at Adalinda's comment about her senses, wondering what that must be like to have such keen senses. Although she doubted they would have known any different if one had always been a slayer, therefore it was probably only noticeable if the senses gained were new. It would surely have its benefits in battle, and it would definitely decrease the likelihood of being snuck up on by an enemy, being able to smell or hear them before they even got close. Especially if the enemy was able to hide their magical signature. But much like with any benefit, it likely came with its downsides. As Amalie had observed, foul stenches like the one released by the plant had been somewhat overwhelming for the Dragon Slayer. It was an interesting fact to note. Adalinda would reciprocate Amalie's comments on the task, confirming her understanding of what would be classed as a success for the teams. It seemed the group had come to a mutual understanding, that at least was good. They could move on.

When Kyran challenged her, Amalie's eyebrow rose slightly, she smirked in response. Her eyes were glinting dangerously at the excitement of such a challenge. "Oh my, such a confident man you are. But I assure you, I'll have no trouble keeping up. In fact, you'll be lucky if I don't leave you breathless in my wake." She teased, she could feel her excitement for the fight ahead growing. This was certainly amping her up for a good fight. Although he appeared serious, it seemed Kyran managed to hold his resolve for only a moment before bursting into laughter. Amalie nodded as he thanked her, it hadn't been her intention to cheer him up, but if his morale was improving than hopefully he could focus on the fight more. She said nothing to his comment about the recent events of his life. She wasn't good at expressing empathy and felt it was better not to remark on something she did not have experience with. She had only lost someone once, and that had been much more of a relief than a loss. The redhead seemed to move away from the group as he travelled, meanwhile, Amalie had remained a reasonable distance from Adalinda up until the fighting commenced.  She was no longer paying attention to him, which was why she didn't notice when he moved too far from the group. It was only when Adalinda mentioned kicking his ass when Amalie noticed he was even gone. "How disappointing, I was hoping to see if there was stock in his challenge." She commented blankly, she didn't especially care, but she had hoped to witness some more exciting feats of magic and fighting. She wondered if his words of confidence had been false, and following his talk about losing someone dear to him, he had lost his resolve.

It seemed they didn't have time to dwell on the disappearance of their teammate, having run into the monsters at hand. Amalie quickly zoned in on her targets, no longer paying attention to anything but the fight at hand. It hadn't been easy; the trees actually took a little work to take down. She heard the howl and glanced over, witnessing the red-heads return. She felt a sense of magic wash over her, she froze cautiously, although quickly realised that its purpose was to reinforce their speed. She smirked watching as he made quick work of some of the monsters at hand. She heard Adalinda comment and nodded. She certainly intended to 'keep it up' and more some. Although it seemed like she didn't have much to 'keep it up' with, her teammates were working hard to fell the beast. Amalie hovered through the swamp, keeping an eye out for anything that may become free. This was also good timing. It seemed; she could feel that some of her mana was beginning to replenish itself. That at least was a benefit to this small break, it wouldn't be much, but even the smallest amount would help her last a little longer. She was also glad that Anima, for the most part, was staying out of the way. Despite his earlier assistance, she had found that sometimes, when he was too present she found herself overcome with nausea and sickness. It was something she still had yet to take care of. It had of course been quite the risk coming out her and facing such monsters with the possibility that he could overwhelm her. But she hadn't been about to say no.

Although her membership in the West Fiore Trading Company had certainly beneficial, she had made plenty of money and gotten undoubtedly stronger for the work she had put in. However, that only aided two of the three goals she maintained. She wanted to become renowned for her strengths and capabilities. But for the most part, the effect her work had on the guild had been minimal. Aside from the rescuing of those children with the green-haired girl, and the slaughtering some werewolves that had been attacking villagers and campers. She wasn't doing enough to be recognised for her work, and although she wasn't quite ready to be famous. She did want to be acknowledged. She was pulled from her thoughts by Adalinda's cry, looking over sharply. She witnessed as the dark-haired woman dangled from the tree demon at an awkward angle. Her exceed attempted to pull her out, but it didn't seem to work. The team leader called to them, ordering them to help — Amalie, who didn't really have anything else to do. Flew over to the woman, she eyed the second tree demon, moving toward them.

"You take out that one before he realises she's hanging from his friend here." She told the red-head, before returning her gaze to Adalinda.  Several shards of glass hovering by her, she waved them through the air towards the wood around Adalinda's trapped leg, cutting away carefully all the while leaving alone some of the wood closer around Adalinda's foot, not wanting to accidentally cut the Dragon Slayer. In the meantime air bubbles began to surround Adalinda, immersing her. "When my glass cuts through the wood, you'll fall, try not to panic. My globe will surround you completely and keep you afloat enough to land you safely on the ground, but if you flail around you risk popping it and freefalling. Following which I may not be able to catch you depending on the circumstance." She told the woman, before turning to the wood demon that Adalinda was actually trapped in. "I'll distract the big fella here until you get cut free."  The woman darted away, leaving her shards to work away at the tree's arms. She floated over to the creature, appearing a few short metres from its face. Appearing so suddenly that the Tree Demon took a good minute before it realising there was suddenly this tiny human floating around in front of it. She reached from the sword at the hip, pulling Celeste from her hilt. She pulled back the rapier, before slashing it across the creature's face. The monsters face contorted in what Amalie could only assume was anger. Although who could really tell with a monster like this. The creature reached up with his Adalinda-free arm, taking a swipe at the woman. Amalie darted back, raising her palm, She released a ball of fire that caught the monster in the face. The tree demon groaned as the moss around its face was seared away from the heat. The magic fire quickly proceeded to scorch the wood, but it wasn't enough to kill the creature. She manoeuvred through the air, flying around to keep the creature's gaze locked on her. She moved back a little causing the monster to slowly tread after her. She could feel her shards still working away. Chipping through the wood bit by bit, Amalie was trying to keep the monster distracted from the magical glass cutting away at its arm by slashing away with Celeste. She flew forward, stabbing the sword deep into the creature's shoulder. She used this as a steading point for herself.

"Ready Adalinda?" She called out, regardless of whether the woman was ready, the last of the remaining wood around the foot would be sliced through, relinquishing the hold the demon intentionally had on her. Amalie took the moment to focus on the air bubble, attempting to carry the woman to the ground safely. Although it wasn't easy, with the tree demon attempting to swat away at her. Amalie yanked back, pulling the sword from his body. She sheathed the sword once more, flying around the demon. She created more electrical whips from her palms, lashing out, they would wrap themselves around the creature's throat. Amalie landed on the shoulder of the creature, pulling the electrical ropes as tightly as she could. The beast would claw at the ropes around its neck, attempting to dislodge them. Amalie glanced towards the sky, which rumbled above her in anticipation. As before, another giant ball of fire descended upon them. Moving toward her and the beast. Amalie waited for the last moment, before letting go of the ropes and leaping off the shoulder of the beast. Freefalling towards the ground, there was a giant boom as the fire slammed into the beast skull, quickly enveloping its entire body. Amalie, who was crashing towards the ground pretty fast, used her flight magic to sweep herself up before she splatted against the ground. Soaring away as the monster began to collapse to the ground. The ground rumbled as the beast fell down dead, Amalie turned to look at it. That had been quite intense, but at the very least, she had managed to free her teammate from the beast. She looked around to see where Adalinda was and to see how she was fairing after that.


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