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Astron

In the eastern wing of the Fumei guild there was a training session in the miniature battlefield that the guild called their training hall. Inside was a green and yellow boy whizzing back and forth to dodge the blasts of various ranged attack thrown but not hitting their target. The boy was the second in Command, once again betting his position if he would be shot and all of the applicants still failed even though Astron hadn't taken off. Truly he was cheating slightly with him having them not aim but he didn't care, a bet was a bet in his eyes and they failed after fifteen minutes.

As a child enter Astron signaled a cease fire with a nicely worded "STOP!!!". They all jumped back except for the wooper boy who rushed over to the Flygon, who was taking a quick breath but was unable for the boy grabbing his hand and tugging "Come on, Alimi needs you!" he said with a slight annoyance and Strong had no choice but to comply as he walked with the boy. He rolled his eyes as he was led through the guild and to the guildmaster's office by the hasty child who presented his catch with to the guildmaster proudly. "I found Astro!" he said happily and rocked back and forth.

Astron rolled his eyes "Well, more of which dragged." he said removing his hand and patting the kid on he head before bowing to Alima. "So, what's with the sudden call?" he said plonking down in a chair and crossing his legs as he fixes his bandanna and awaited a response from his guildmaster.

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Jantrok

The kingdom of Hi, a large mountainous region surrounded by lava and other heated rock, making it the home of most fire types. It's king stood in his garden, admiring the burning metal flowers from the ground as he plucked one and smelled it happily. "Smoldering iron..." he muttered softly then started back towards his castle home.

The talk of war had been floating around lately and with rebels raiding small villages near the boarder he got angry at the stuck up water types. He decided he would have to attack them before they planned the invasion they had foreseen from the profits. He did not care for superstitions but he did need to address his princess to tell her what she would be doing, she needed to help fight not just for moral but that she was also an excellent warrior.

Jantrok got to her door and tapped on it gently. "Sazaku, are you in? I need to talk to you." he said with the slight bit of urgency in his voice but he didn't want to be too forceful so as to make her mad even before telling her of her duty.