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Unlike most of my other accounts, Ciato's is probably the most balanced because he values the beauty and technique over the types.

Butterfree
Sylveon
Gardevoir
Aegislash
Frostlass
Three way...

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The girl seemed dedicated to protecting her child. Ciato could understand; Asterodeia spent her last days defending the Litter (as his kids were collectively known) until she could bear no more. He...

Tobias Stalt ws without a doubt the very difinition of a rogue. His mannerisms and language were something that Ciato abhorred, but the man's skill with a blade, as well as his affinity to affect...

"Interesting..." He raised his fan high into the air, "700."

The Mystic made his way through the camp with a new fervor. One of the two people he could tolerate was now safe, and the second would either take care of himself or die in the process. Ciato's...

His intestines dangled over the trunk of the sapling as he peeled himself off. The camp echoed with a slurping sound as the Mystic stood with a giant hole in his chest. Those of their right mind...

Ciato's body pulsed from all the exercise. While his companion was a bit more tactful in his approach, the alabaster bastard adopted a more brutal way to dispatch his enemies. Vincent's uniform...

The fact that the beast woman before him turned out to be awake caught the alabaster bastard off guard. The scream of his quarry did nothing but cause Ciato to dive deeper into the tent, his sword...

While the rest of the makeshift town prematurely celebrated a victory that would possibly never come to pass, Ciato Orlouge spent his time within his quarters. Lloyd, his son, volunteered to join...

“How like a cur to feast upon the flesh of an animal,” the voice came from a cloaked figure that made his way slowly behind Tobias. While the anti-hero for anti-magic sat around and argued with his...

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“Yes, dear Amy,” Ciato said as he moved his eyes over to his daughter, “Lloyd and I are done here.”

He shifted his gaze back towards his son with a wince as the boy performed split second surgery...

As soon as Ciato performed his maneuver, he immediately regretted the decision. He could feel the blood of Stalt as it slowly absorbed into his ivory skin. He could not feel anything, even when his...

Ciato did not expect his opponent to take such a quick tumble downwards. As his hand came to meet with the temple of his foe, he quickly found his face on a rendezvous with the floor thanks to...

"Seven Hundred" A hand came up.

((Unsure if I'm too late for this, but worth the shot.))

The glass that attacked Ciato’s opponent like a coiled viper now fell to the ground as if beheaded upon contact with the blood of the younger warrior. The Mystic’s eyes widened as the glass shards...

The two Orlouges stood fifteen feet from one another, their eyes locked in a contest of wills. The breath of father and son appeared and vanished in small white clouds as both breathed heavily. The...

When Ciato’s sword ricocheted off what seemed to be a sudden wall of ice, he too took several steps back to gain some distance. Ashla armed herself and charged now, a flurry of sword strikes aimed...

Tobias Stalt was quick.

The younger warrior shifted himself in such a way that he escaped the narrow point of the Mystic’s rapier seemed to meet with naught but the air. The crowd gasped and...

Ashla’s spear caused Ciato to take a step back. He did not expect the Icebreaker heir to be able to craft such magic in such a quick fashion. When the girl lobbed the weapon towards the Mystic, he...

Fear.

Fear could drive a sane man into the brink of self-destruction, turn a pious man into a sinner, even turn a loyal soldier into a turncoat. Fear was a motivator that proved itself time and...

Ciato Orlouge was far from a fool.

When the marble toned maniac saw Lye’s body crumple onto his weapon, the Mystic continued to keep his defenses up. Even when the crowd went wild with excitement...

Though Lye’s speed was a trait to be admired, Ciato found himself far more interested in his leader’s blade. With just a tap, the sinister manipulator managed to remove the stone from his shoes. ...

While Ciato saw the scalpel fly towards his foot, there was little that the Mystic could do to avoid the blow. He quickly shot his hand downwards as the small blade punctured the top of Ciato’s...