༄ 。°[A brief video is uploaded, feed first from inside the cockpit of the Amberwing, Mizrel stands, shedding a black bomber jacket with a blue dragonfly on the back. He is clad in a simple laced shirt and black pants. As he slips from the pilot seat he grabs both a small pistol and his rapier. He emerges, the feed shifts, first to him exiting, then to a feed from the outside of the Amberwing. Another ship, slightly larger, is sparking in vibrant hues of orange and blue, before it drops a few inches with a heavy thud. Mizrel stands, waiting, the rapier on his hip still sheathed. Emerging from the other ship is Mayfly. he is wearing a plain white bauta mask and pitch dark robes. There's a pause. Mayfly draws a pistol, firing on Mizrel, who dips, his own firing back from the hip, clipping Mayfly's ear. As Mayfly reaches up to catch at the wound- Mizrel dashes in, blade drawn upon him in a fast slice, cutting the tendons in his wrist. A gush of Cobalt, The injured Troll screams, swinging forth his other arm, capped with a prosthetic blade. There's a few clangs of steel to steel, a parry from Mizrel leading into a full force deck to the jaw, Mayfly crumbling to his knees from the impact. The feed ending as Mizrel leaps upon the downed troll.]°。 ༄





