Armii (Witch)

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**Info**

**Armii** is the 5th Witch with the element of  Fire.

## Description

> *“The 58th of the Seventy-Two of the Ars Goetia.”*
>
> Armii Soulcard Description

## Story

In the lush forests of Statia, the sounds of footsteps could be heard. The leaves charred a little as the searing boots of the one who walked on them made contact, something that she could never change.

On her back rested 2 orange and black blades. The metal sizzled and crackled as if it was alive, and mysterious runic inscriptions, known only to the men of ancient times, were emblazoned on the hilts.

The lone hiker trekked in the forest in dead silence, only looking around every so often to try and find even the slightest traces of animals. She might have been well-versed in the art of swords for a long time now, but it wouldn’t hurt to be just a little careful in the great uncharted jungles of Statia.

She grabbed a meat skewer from her backpack, exhausted. Propping herself up a nearby tree, making sure not to start a forest fire from her ever-burning clothes and boots, she bites down on the juicy chunks of meat. The slightly stale meat oozes out some juice in her mouth, causing her tastebuds to feel an explosion of flavours. Yep, no matter how long she lived, she would never get tired of the taste of meat.

She decides that she will sit down for a while. Grabbing one of her swords, she masterfully cuts down a nearby tree. The lumber falls neatly into a pile, making almost no sound at all. She always wondered why that was so. Looking at the setting sun, she consequently decides that she will also stay here for the night.

Starting a campfire was easy. All she had to do was smack her swords together, and somehow, through some unknown method, flames would burst from the blades. It was awfully inconvenient at times, like when she fell down a hill. The resulting friction caused her blades to scratch each other, causing a wildfire that swept through the plains. She was lucky the grass wasn’t so clumped together back then, but in a forest like Statia, one little spark could signal the end of an entire region.

Soon the moon had risen over the land. All the animals within the verdant jungle retreated to their tree-homes. A lot of creatures had also fled the forest. An interesting fact about the forests of Statia, is that most of the animals leave during the night and return during the day. That’s pretty smart. Why? Because leaving the forest was a lot safer than staying the night in what could potentially be the home turf of the most dangerous entities known to mankind.

She was just minding her own business, but the creatures within Statia were not so understanding. More of teeth-in-your-neck first type animals than sit-and-drink-tea-with-you ones. A shame, really.

After constructing a rudimentary tent of leaves and twigs, held together by the plentiful vines that hung all around the forest, she unsheathes her swords, preparing herself for the grueling task that she knew all too well.

The moment the blades left their scabbards, a flurry of words and voices invaded the poor girl’s mind. Voices that she was familiar with. The language she never learned, but understood nonetheless. It had been like this for as long as she could remember. Nothing populated her memories anymore, except for the incessant babbling of the swords that she could never get rid of.

The moon shone over the land, washing the canopy with its silver gleam. A beautiful night for everyone, except the girl.

“This Forest looks stupid. You should burn it down”

“Think of the animals, [incoherent]. My brother, you act too fast. Maybe we should get to know this place first-”

“I don’t care. I want to see it wreathed in smoke”

“Come on, don’t be like that. It doesn’t mean us any harm…”

“What does SHE think?”

The blades shook in the girl's hands, as if to alert her. Jolting awake from her half-sleep, she held up the broadswords to her face, her eyes still drooping.

“What do you guys want? I’m trying to sleep”

“Sleep is for the weak. Now talk to us”

“...”

“Now, now. I apologize for my brother. He has been awfully grumpy as of late…”

“...grumpy all the time”, the tired girl muttered to herself.

“But we could really use your opinion. What do you think should happen to this forest?”

“I SAY WE BURN IT DOWN!!!”

The flames of the duller blade roared up, as if to pressure the girl into making a decision.

“Your indecision will kill us ALL!”

The other blade, a slightly shinier one, appeared to make a “tsk” sound.

“Well I’ll be damned. You always do this! You never look at the bigger picture, and only seek to set the closest thing that your slime-brained body can process on fire!”

“It’s called instinct, and it saves us, you insufferable imbecile!”

And with that, the girl just sits back again, sighing. Her eyes started to shut once again, her opinion virtually unheard.

If only she could sleep, but she could never get used to her two companions (if they could even be called companions. “Nuisances” would be more fitting) arguing every night, all night.

- "Duality of Them", taken from the Book of Witches, page 54, unchanged

## Armii Item

+ Weapons
+ Soul Card
+ Pet

* Fighter

* Ranger

* Priest

* Mage

* Ninja

* Armii

* Armii

## Trivia

### Etymology

* In the demonology grimoire The Lesser Key of Solomon, *Armii*, or *Amy*, is one of the twelve President in Hell and the 58th Demon.