[ Well last night certainly happened, didn't it? Regardless of how you feel about its resolution (or temporary measure as it may be), it's clear that there are still many secrets among you, your hosts, and this castle. But with only twelve warriors remaining, and so little time left, it might be time to take more drastic measures. As the saying goes, it's better to try than to not try at all.
So while it might be a little strange that a certain brown-haired individual seems to be missing Thursday, it's probably not a cause for concern. As you all saw last night and a few trials ago, he can be quite the free spirit.
Eventually, the brunette makes his reappearance, making his way into The Great Hall from the upstairs floors. He takes a curious glance around before he makes quick, hurried steps, looking resolute if not a bit rushed. However Mahiro doesn't get very far, before that tell tale gust of wind rushes through the Great Hall , prompting him to raise a hand to shield his eyes.
Once it clears, there stands a certain white-cloaked male, and in his right hand is a long, curved blade, an ebony black katana. ]
What a pity, Mahiro. I'd hope you would know better than to tresspass into a room where you don't belong.
[ Following those words, The Sage steps forward, clutching the blade tightly as he makes to advance. One slash catches Mahiro horizontally across the chest, the next successful hit a stab through his abdomen, and the last ends with a clean decapitation. The attacks are clearly augmented by something, as the Sage's attacks seem effortless despite the damage they inflict.
Slowly, The Sage turns to fix any currently spectating warriors a smile, his expression clearly misamatched given the situation. ]
Hopefully the rest of you will endeavor to hold onto your lives instead of just wasting them like a couple of fools. You all still want to return home don't you? Sometimes it's hard to tell with all the useless chatter and actions you seem insistent on.
[ With that unsettling smile, The Sage vanishes into a blinding flash of light, leaving not even Mahiro's body behind. At the very least there is no cleanup to be had, even if its obvious that Mahiro Fuwa is dead. ]
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So while it might be a little strange that a certain brown-haired individual seems to be missing Thursday, it's probably not a cause for concern. As you all saw last night and a few trials ago, he can be quite the free spirit.
Eventually, the brunette makes his reappearance, making his way into The Great Hall from the upstairs floors. He takes a curious glance around before he makes quick, hurried steps, looking resolute if not a bit rushed. However Mahiro doesn't get very far, before that tell tale gust of wind rushes through the Great Hall , prompting him to raise a hand to shield his eyes.
Once it clears, there stands a certain white-cloaked male, and in his right hand is a long, curved blade, an ebony black katana. ]
What a pity, Mahiro. I'd hope you would know better than to tresspass into a room where you don't belong.
[ Following those words, The Sage steps forward, clutching the blade tightly as he makes to advance. One slash catches Mahiro horizontally across the chest, the next successful hit a stab through his abdomen, and the last ends with a clean decapitation. The attacks are clearly augmented by something, as the Sage's attacks seem effortless despite the damage they inflict.
Slowly, The Sage turns to fix any currently spectating warriors a smile, his expression clearly misamatched given the situation. ]
Hopefully the rest of you will endeavor to hold onto your lives instead of just wasting them like a couple of fools. You all still want to return home don't you? Sometimes it's hard to tell with all the useless chatter and actions you seem insistent on.
[ With that unsettling smile, The Sage vanishes into a blinding flash of light, leaving not even Mahiro's body behind. At the very least there is no cleanup to be had, even if its obvious that Mahiro Fuwa is dead. ]