The lithe blond was simply attuned to nature on a level that Yukiko couldn’t quite understand, but which she greatly respected. She’d never truly learned to socialize with the guild’s Survivalist, but it wasn’t due to any sort of friction. Still, Perseph had proven her worth many times over in battle, and Yukiko was willing to take a wait-and-see approach with the sorceress.Īlpha, on the other hand, she had no reservations about.
Like a rotten potato, an unpleasant personality could spoil the rest of the guild through simple contact, undermining the team’s cohesion.
Personality clashes weren’t an insurmountable problem for any guild, but El Spite’s leader was mindful of the need for proper teamwork. The quiet, bespectacled Alchemist had been with El Spite for quite some time, and others spoke highly of her studious command of the elements, but Yukiko found her dour personality off-putting. Yukiko’s stoic defense and Rose’s aggressive blade were at once an immovable object and an irresistible force working in perfect harmony. Rose she knew well, having worked with her many times in her formative days with El Spite the axe-wielding Landsknecht - an unusual choice of specialization for a female guild member, but one perfectly suited for Rose’s raw strength and fierce temper - had fought alongside her through countless battles, and the two had developed a potent synthesis. She’d carefully chosen the initial task force for maximum versatility and survivability. Her task was to stand at the vanguard of her guild’s expeditionary teams, a wall of armor and determination between her companions and a swift death at the claws and teeth of the Labyrinth’s vicious denizens. She’d heard terrifying tales of the creatures that prowled the Labyrinth’s corridors, from surprisingly ferocious vermin and insects that were the death of many an overconfident novice to far more harrowing beasts. Yukiko tested the action of her sheathe, swiftly drawing her blade. Just how deep was the maze? Those who had returned from its furthest extents were silent on the matter, but it was clear that the twisted subterranean corridors reached even further than had been mapped and reported. Well, no one who had returned to tell the tale. Though everyone the world over longed to know what lay at the lowest levels of the maze below the ground, no one in living memory had descended further than the Third Stratum. Over the centuries, the Labyrinth had swallowed countless explorers before her - even entire guilds. It invigorated Yukiko, filling her with a welcome sense of confidence. The air here was startlingly crisp and fresh, as though the mere presence of the tree was drawing impurities from the surroundings. Its highest branches ascended well out of sight, shrouded by clouds or the haze of photosynthetic respiration even on the clearest day. The World Tree itself was a tremendous example of arboreal might, perhaps the largest tree to be found on what little remained of the surface world. The Labyrinth of the World Tree lay before them, and beneath them. Protecting was a sacred trust, and the gravity of the task before her weighed heavy on her shoulders. Thus she spent a hour or more each day carefully tending to her equipment, both to defend her charges and, hopefully, inspire them to similar vigilance. As El Spite’s de facto guild leader, it fell to her to lead by example. An unacceptable risk as El Spite’s sole Protector, it fell to her to take the point in combat and protect the welfare of her more lightly armored companions.
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Under the stresses of battle, a minor crack in the shield fascia could easily expand to a full break. Yukiko checked, then double-checked, the straps and fasteners of the light plate armor that girded her abdomen before inspecting her small buckler for excess wear.
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