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[Today, Leon is practically living in one of the battle dome rooms. How many times now had he put off actual combat practice? There had been a few distractions here and there, but he had to admit to himself that a good majority of the time was spent tinkering with symbols and gems in his lab.

When was the last time there had been a large draft? Four months ago? Was that the last time he had swung his sword around for any good reason for more than a few minutes? His lack of practice shows in his awkward test swings. Even with a practice simulation to fight, he's quickly tiring. Claude would probably laugh at the mistakes he was making.

Leon huffs and moves on to Symbology practice, switching from the Claude's Silvance to his own Heraldry blade. Even within the barrier and with the lower augmentation of his sword, he's able to quickly form ice needles and arc black sabers across the room. When he switches to one of his Symbology tomes, he increases his range and covers the walls in a thick layer of ice. And then shatters the ice with a decisive flick of one hand.

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Later on, towards the mid-afternoon, Leon trudges over to the plaza to go looking for something to eat. First the bakery to check out the pastries for the day, then the coffee shop to order something cold, and then over to the grocery store to grab something for the inevitable midnight munchies.]

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[Fayt hadn't thought he'd see a place like Elicoor either, over a year ago. Funny how things work out.]

Yeah, I did. [He nods towards the desert, sunblurred forms of monsters moving about in the distance as he places a hand on his sword.]

[Leon shields his eyes from the artificial sunlight to try to get a decent look at the creatures, but he's already getting a feeling that he'll be getting his look at them as they're attacking them. He continues to hold on to his tome, his sword scabbard hitting lightly against his thigh as he slowly steps in their direction.]

I guess we'll get started, then. [He opens his tome at last, spreading his fingers over one page and shutting his eyes briefly. A translucent image of a shield spins into existence before a light barrier encases Fayt in a Protection spell.]

[Fayt looks surprised but pleased at the use of the support symbol, nodding before taking sight of one of the distant enemies and moving a bit closer with a wave to Leon to follow, drawing the veinslay as he does.

Once they're almost in range, he runs his hand down the blade, his fingers tracing symbols as he does. The metal frosts over in their wake and ice growing over the length of the blade.] Ready?

[Leon's eyes follow Fayt's fingers, and his eyes shine with interest as he sees the way he enchants his sword. With a grin, he averts his attention back to the monsters in the distance, the pages of his tome flipping as he prepares to cast a spell that requires a little more concentration.]

Whenever you are. I'm aiming for the one closest to us!

[And his fingers begin to glow as he concentrates.]

Got it. [And with that, Fayt's darting towards the group of insect like monsters. He decides to make sure Leon's casting isn't interrupted by oncoming attack by slashing the closest one as he passes, drawing it's attention and drawing a deep gouge in it's side and one long pincer.]

[He frowns and keeps an eye on the creatures as Fayt heads towards them, but the majority of his focus remains on finishing his spell. He takes a deep breath as he shouts out after a short time, the air in the immediate area chilling and condensing overhead.]

Deep Freeze!

[Water particles accumulate and freeze, forming large pieces of ice in only a matter of seconds. He directs the ice boulder to barrage the insect-like creature that Fayt had attacked, taking a moment to breathe before running across the terrain to better situate himself away from the battle.]

[Fayt knows this particular spell well enough himself to know to get out of the way before it hits, knowing the ice could go flying in multiple directions on impact.

Seeing that the spell made short work of that particular insect, he wastes no time in switching focus to the next enemy, slicing off a grasping claw just as it scuttles close to attack.]

[At his distance away from the main battle, Leon is able to appreciate the speed at which Fayt transitions from one enemy to the next. It reminds him of working with Claude, and he finds that comparison comforting as he forms a quicker symbol to fire an Ice Needle spell at a second insect closing in on Fayt's position.

With the monster's attention temporarily directed away from Fayt, Leon focuses on another Deep Freeze spell.]