Fantasy A journey in Altrya - The wrath of the unknown [CLOSED]

[Dominaiscna]

Larke kept mostly indifferent to everything he said and her facial expression remained calm and emotionless... until his voice took on an unnatural tone, echoing and resounding in her head. She looked from side to side, wondering if the other people around her was as effected.. but they seemed normal. What was this guy getting at? Shivering, she wiped the slight fear and unsettlement from her face, merely murmuring over her shoulder in a calm voice, "and what if I can...?"

At the sound of the foghorn and the announcer's voice booming across the city, the girl paused in her step, turning her head slightly as everyone in the city joined in in listening to what was being said. Whoever it was spoke of the competition that would be held at the arena, a place the spirit had been purposefully avoiding. Though she was created to be a fighter and guardian, the White Lark in her was a peaceful creature and was incredibly sensitive to the resonance of the souls around her.

Behind her, Larke could hear a change in Faust's movements. She turned around as he explained his participation in the competition. With the bag of coins in her hands, the spirit was planning in her mind on heading to one of the market places in the area for some food. Though, his final words regained her full attention. It seemed he too knew something big was going to happen...yet still chose to stick around. Unfortunately, she still had business in the city. With the mass of souls heading to the arena, the concentration would surely attract attention from the creatures who could sense souls. There was a chance that a White Lark might venture near.

She remained silent as he turned to leave, preparing to leave herself. Then as an after thought, Larke called over her shoulder softly. "Thanks, good luck." Without looking back again, she headed for the nearest food market for a snack, the Elder Lich's warning ringing in her mind. LostHaven

 

[Chachalotte]

The Announcer ​

"It seems like people were too scared to participate in the tournament this year, but no worries! It looks like the one we got this year is all exceptional! Stay tuned." The large door of the Colosseum opened when revealing a large path behind the gate.

Dalia Wright
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Dalia walked toward the path as a receptionist said that it was her turn. She nodded as she slowly moved toward the path she was given, with almost no noises which made the environment she walked on quite stressful. After finally reaching the light, the crowd started yelling as she looked around the field, the King glancing at her with suspicions. "This man is looking at me... Ravus, isn't it? He looks way different than in the lore books I read but oh well..."

Meanwhile, The Announcer pointed out the big armor with an appealing look. "Mysterious, coming from far far away and probably dangerous, this red armor had only given its name, Wright. Some said that Wright is the remnant of a great warrior searching for constant bloodlust while all the victims are still rotting at its core! Scary, I KNOW !" A tear of stress appeared on Dalia face while she sighed as she frowned. "Stop saying I'm such a scary person please..." She mumbled.

On another path, the other gate revealed another man. "Also totally a mystery from us, this wandering swordsman is not roasting people with fire powers, but with words! Here is the man named Remus who has by himself claimed that he is a proud warrior compared to the other! " Several warriors from the public who had given up on the inscription start booing while other members of the public still acclaimed the unknown warrior on the field.

Dalia stopped glancing around as she finally kept her focus on Remus. "Show me all your strength." She said with a grinned under her helmet as she took her sword, taking a step back with her left foot.



Tags: Roxasarass The Fluffiest Floof

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

It's the start of the very first round, and from the mentioning of red armor coming from the announcer Remus already knew who he'd be fighting with. And it's the very same red armored fellow from the Tavern, whose name is Wright apparently. He was already anticipating that they'd be fighting sometime during this tournament, but certainly not this early. Though now that he thought about it, fighting the guy this early wouldn't be so bad. The only disadvantage he could think of for this is that he wouldn't be able to see how the guy fight and make some kind of strategy, then again he'd be too lazy to do that anyways.

Remus stepped into the tunnel when he was told to, reaching the light at the end of the tunnel, he could hear the crowd yelling and cheering when he did. But the moment he appeared onto the arena itself, to be viewed by so many people, he could hear the booing already. And with what the announcer had said about him, and how he could lower the self-esteems of people, or 'roast' as they liked to call it, without the use of fire magic but through just simple words made him chuckle. And that only made some of those cowardly warriors boo for him even more.

And to Remus, this seemed like a perfect chance to tell those fuckers off once and for all. Public humiliation. "Boohoo, that all you chickens can say? You're nothing but cowards who gave up this chance, so what gives you the right the boo me when you didn't have the fucking balls to go into this contest anyways? It only proves my point that you're all nothing but pussies," Remus said, targeting those supposed 'warriors' and flipped the bird to where he heard the booing was the loudest. Now that was sure to garner him some more attention. Hopefully this is what'll turn them into actual warriors, he thought.

Now he turned to face the opponent, Wright. The man in the big red armor who'd heard his speech from earlier and was one of the few who didn't turn their backs to just decide not to participant due to some big ass badass motherfucker coming in and participating too. And from the first glance Remus had at the guy, he knew that he'd be an opponent worth fighting. And whether he manages to win or lose, at least he's had a fight that satisfied his boredom for a bit. And he'd be one of the guys watching the tournament if he did lose somehow.

"I'm looking forward to this fight, Red. I hope you can give me some satisfaction for my boredom," he said to Wright. Then Remus started to take off his big hooded cloak. "Well, I'm not gonna hold back at all so I hope that you're ready for it. And please, don't hold back on me too," he spoke, requesting the big and shiny armor in front of him. Laying the cloak on the floor, he unsheathed his Cadere, placing a very firm grip with both hands as he went into a stance of his own. Holding his sword horizontally and right at the same level of his head, he then used his innate air controlling ability to surround it's blade in swirling wind.

This was gonna be a fight that's certainly worthy of him using his powers. And so, he was the one to first attack. Pressurizing the air beneath his feet when he dashed at his opponent as to give himself a little bit of a boost forward. Remus had every intent to go for a simple swing at the armoured guy when he did.

Chachalotte

 

[Chachalotte]

Ravus Eldclaw
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Staring at the warriors that were booing, the King's sight was focused on all of them with a pissed look. "If any of you want to disturb more the tournament, the guillotine is waiting for your head." The Warriors, having their faces looking like a tomato after Remus answered were cut off abruptly by Ravus. They sat down and shut down completely as other members of the public weren't approving the warrior's act, staring at them for troubling the fight. However, Ravus didn't act against the swordsman harsh words and simply crossed his arms, waiting for the announcer to talk back.

Dalia Wright

"Huh, well..." He forced a scoff before yelling back at the public. "It looks like Remus is going straight in! He's crazy or confident?!"

While she glanced at the swordsman she was facing, her eyes dazzled across his body while analyzing his race structure. "A body that is made of fire... I wonder if it's effective for easier avoid ?" She thought before readily her shield not having some further piece of information about his race, looking at the magic that was surrounding the mysterious sword. She wasn't going to act aggressively because of his... Special stance. The way he was holding his sword was kind of surprising and it looked like it was empowered by air. As the blade stroke her shield, she kept in her mind the impact in any cases even if it wasn't that powerful, he was probably going on the easy way. On her first sight of him, she knew that he would be one of the strongest opponents she would face today, so hurting her armor right now wasn't a problem. "Oh, my! The sword looks like completely shut down from Wright's huge shield! Wait, he's counter-attacking right away!"

She quickly moves her sword on a swift in a straight line direction right after the blocking, the movement kind of slow because of her heavy equipment. She wasn't scared to strike back because she knew her armor could hold a strike or two and she could remove it for a surprise attack. Without an armor, Dalia probably still had a chance to win it because of her primal ability who could hold the other opponents if she would win. But the main question was, what this swordsman had left in his stock.


Roxasarass

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

The attack wasn't exactly all that special, just a simple strike with his blade enhanced by swirling air around the blade that gave it a much more powerful attack was all that it was. And his sword was blocked by the armored guy, then his attack had been countered. Not really all that surprising, as Remus had been expecting his opponent to be really strong. In the brief moment he had to think in order to either dodge or block the armored fellow's counterattack, he stepped away to the side quickly as to dodge the incoming attack.

And through quick thinking, he went ahead and did his second attack.

Much more complicated than his first, Remus took the liberty to use his air manipulative ability to aid himself. Launching himself onto a higher level through releasing a very pressurized burst of air under his feet, Remus then started his attack. Despite how he thinks it might make him look either really stupid or really cool. Whilst he was in the air, he took his sword into both hands again and started to slash the air multiple times. Using the swirling wind around his blade as a means to shoot out multiple razor sharp slashes of air at the armored fellow.

While he fell towards the ground again, he raised his blade above his head. Planning to do another hit when he was coming down. He had no worries about whether or not such an attack would be a bit too much as his opponent is wearing armor. The attack seemed pretty flashy, yes. But right now, he just wanted to fight against someone.

Chachalotte

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow
"Seeya, buddy." Faust answered back to Larke, as he walked into the crowd. Despite his odd clothing, he soon faded into the bustling crowd. However, Faust had no intentions of pushing through the sea of people to get to the arena. Rather, he snapped his fingers, as the air around Faust was saturated with arcane energy. In an instant, the Elder Lich shifted out of existence, leaving behind a number of bewildered witnesses. He soon reappeared in the king's private room, looking down on the stadium. However, the mage was not standing-- or on the floor, as a matter of fact. He appeared five meters in the air, and fell down onto the floor. He landed upside-down on his head, before collapsing onto the cold marble floor, right in front of the king, as Ravus made death-threats to the warriors who were booing at somebody, whom Faust assumed was battling in the arena below. Teleportation required a set of extremely sepcific coordinates, which Faust hadn't bothered to give- hence why he was teleported five meters above the ground. "Fuck, piece of shit!" He shouted an assortment of vulgar curses in front of the king, as he snapped his neck back into place. At this point, Faust was completely oblivious to the fact that he had teleported in front of the king. He had only noticed when the king had finished speaking. "wait... I swear I've heard that voice from somewhere..." Faust muttered to himself, as he turned around to face the king, still sitting on the floor. "Oh! Ravus! Heya!" He greeted the king in a manner unbefitting of royalty. Truth be told- Faust didn't give a fuck. "By the way, you are shit at naming tournaments. Star Party? Really? I cringed so hard I dislocated my shoulders." He joked, once again, completely disregarding the king's status as well... king...

Chachalotte
Dominaiscna (mentioned)

 

[Chachalotte]

Ravus Eldclaw
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His eyes still focused on the field, Ravus had completely heard all the remarks coming from Faust. The guards around were approaching Faust with an annoyed look before the King waved his arms as told them to take a few steps back from the Elder Lich. "For an old man, you're aren't really smart. Look at the sky for a moment." The stars from Blaros were extremely luminous today. "Why are they so bright today? It's a secret of mine."
He could have ordered his guards to hold him back off, but he knew that provoking the Elder Lich right now would be a really bad idea, so close to the achievement of his goal. After his actions, the Lich would just be a plain doll to play with and that excited him but his face was still keeping it's emotionless look. He didn't even glance a single time at him even with his weird arrival which was sitting in the sky.


Tag: LostHaven

Dalia Wright
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"Oh ! Remus dodged the swift with ease !"
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"Damn it..." She mumbled as she quickly moved her head after her missing strike, only to see the swordsman in the air already. "He's fast !" She thought. She could be blocking all the strikes with her shield but... She felt like striking right after this move was the best idea. In order to maximize her stamina and speed, she dismissed her heavy shield as it vanished away in particles while taking some of the hits with her sword until some of them passed through her armor, and even one close to her eyes but the helmet was enough to hold it. "I must admit it, fighting a fast opponent on my first fight is really bad. He's strike aren't that powerful, but they are enough to scratch my armor which means if this keeps going I won't be able to strike back." She thought. "W... What ?! The shield vanished away! Remus did pass through the sword and struck the armor multiple times! Is this a power coming from the swordsman?! "

She grasped her sword harder as her other arm glowed inside her armor. "Allowing a little of my powers in order to adjust to his speed while distracting him with my sword..." Her sword was reacting fast, blocking the last attack incoming as the Djinn was falling down from the sky. She even did focus her glowing red eyes behind her helmet on her sword in order to trick his opponent. She took the opportunity of using her other free arm while her sword was still raised, throwing a fast and empowered punch as she clenched her fist right in the direction of his belly. "Should be enough to put on him an injury that will slow him down!"

It was quite a dangerous move as the pressure from the armor could injure her own fist along the recoil of the improved speed, but removing her armor was her special moves she wanted to keep for the very last moment.

Tag: Roxasarass

Sailor Daker
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Moving through the crowd that was around him, Sailor, of course, heard about the event that was taking place inside Blaros. He wasn't just there for fun and participating in the tournament, but to take down the symbol of pride that was there and created a disturbed atmosphere. Moving around the hall of the colosseum, Sailor raised his arms at the two hooded people following him. "I sensed something..." He glanced at the two behind him and walked toward the resting room, only to find Ravus's wife. Maybe he could first make Ravus felt into despair by killing her, but the mass didn't let him the chance to do that so maybe he could get some information about Ravus by threatening her. She was considered sweet and innocent among the population, so he moved through the people around the room only to reach close to her, whispering into her ears. "Hello, Ravus's personal whore. Might we talk a bit away from the crowd?"

@Tag: The Fluffiest Floof

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Ravus Eldclaw
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His eyes still focused on the field, Ravus had completely heard all the remarks coming from Faust. The guards around were approaching Faust with an annoyed look before the King waved his arms as told them to take a few steps back from the Elder Lich. "For an old man, you're aren't really smart. Look at the sky for a moment." The stars from Blaros were extremely luminous today. "Why are they so bright today? It's a secret of mine."
He could have ordered his guards to hold him back off, but he knew that provoking the Elder Lich right now would be a really bad idea, so close to the achievement of his goal. After his actions, the Lich would just be a plain doll to play with and that excited him but his face was still keeping it's emotionless look. He didn't even glance a single time at him even with his weird arrival which was sitting in the sky.


Tag: LostHaven

Dalia Wright
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"Oh ! Remus dodged the swift with ease !"
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"Damn it..." She mumbled as she quickly moved her head after her missing strike, only to see the swordsman in the air already. "He's fast !" She thought. She could be blocking all the strikes with her shield but... She felt like striking right after this move was the best idea. In order to maximize her stamina and speed, she dismissed her heavy shield as it vanished away in particles while taking some of the hits with her sword until some of them passed through her armor, and even one close to her eyes but the helmet was enough to hold it. "I must admit it, fighting a fast opponent on my first fight is really bad. He's strike aren't that powerful, but they are enough to scratch my armor which means if this keeps going I won't be able to strike back." She thought. "W... What ?! The shield vanished away! Remus did pass through the sword and struck the armor multiple times! Is this a power coming from the swordsman?! "

She grasped her sword harder as her other arm glowed inside her armor. "Allowing a little of my powers in order to adjust to his speed while distracting him with my sword..." Her sword was reacting fast, blocking the last attack incoming as the Djinn was falling down from the sky. She even did focus her glowing red eyes behind her helmet on her sword in order to trick his opponent. She took the opportunity of using her other free arm while her sword was still raised, throwing a fast and empowered punch as she clenched her fist right in the direction of his belly. "Should be enough to put on him an injury that will slow him down!"

It was quite a dangerous move as the pressure from the armor could injure her own fist along the recoil of the improved speed, but removing her armor was her special moves she wanted to keep for the very last moment.

Tag: Roxasarass

Sailor Daker
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Moving through the crowd that was around him, Sailor, of course, heard about the event that was taking place inside Blaros. He wasn't just there for fun and participating in the tournament, but to take down the symbol of pride that was there and created a disturbed atmosphere. Moving around the hall of the colosseum, Sailor raised his arms at the two hooded people following him. "I sensed something..." He glanced at the two behind him and walked toward the resting room, only to find Ravus's wife. Maybe he could first make Ravus felt into despair by killing her, but the mass didn't let him the chance to do that so maybe he could get some information about Ravus by threatening her. She was considered sweet and innocent among the population, so he moved through the people around the room only to reach close to her, whispering into her ears. "Hello, Ravus's personal whore. Might we talk a bit away from the crowd?"

@Tag: The Fluffiest Floof

Akena was just relaxing a bit before the fight of hers would be called. She was humming her melody, (which Miwato noted and it didn´t make him too happy) when suddenly, she got talked to. And not in a friendly way. Given the time of day, Akena was not in the best of mood anyways. Further, she couldn´t even kill the participants in her fights, which pissed her off more. The humming suddenly stopped. The six wings on her back spreaded as she turned around with one of the quickest motions that were still visible, three claws extending from her left hand. She was almost flying towards the man that had just dared to insult her, just to find her way blocked. The masked man from before stepped in the way quickly, simply catching her arm, spinning her and seating her down on a nearby couch. "No need to get that iritated over a small, granted, bad, joke, madame.", he said and turned to Sailer. "Excuse the interception, i did not mean to drop in on anything."

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

The swordsman expected those slashes he'd made that were aimed for him to hit, that was something that he'd be certain to happen considering he assumes wearing such a large armor would make them heavy and a bit slow. And they did hit the fellow in red armor, indeed. He even saw that one appeared to be a bit close to the helmet. But unfortunately, it appeared that wasn't enough. Not that he was expecting that, but at least he's got the strike with his blade left as the final hit in this attack. Though there was something that he hadn't been expecting.

That being the vanishing of the armored one's shield, which would be very well unexpected. The announcer speculated that it had been him that actually did that, but that was something he did not do whatsoever. He didn't have some power to make people's things vanish, he couldn't have done that. So the obvious thing was that Red here had been the one to make it do that. Then, his sword connected to the armored one's sword and he landed on the ground.

And there was another thing that he hadn't expected whatsoever. He was too focused on the other and their sword that he'd forgotten to observe his opponent more. The punch to his gut had been one that Remus would describe as like being hit by a large and thick pole, and it was a blow that was pretty strong in his opinion. Once the blow connected and the damage had been done to him, Remus had flown to the back a bit. He continuously hit the ground as he did and before he had landed onto the ground and stopped, he accidentally let his sword go.

In which then it then laid a meter away from him. Remus got up from the punch, coughing up the crimson liquid known as blood. "That was... one hell of a blow, I'll admit. Too bad I've still got more in me," he said as he stood up and faced his opponent. There was blood going down his chin from the edge of his lips. Though the pain was still very much there, he hadn't exactly given up. Far from it actually. Using his air manipulation, he used the air to levitate his sword to him and grabbed it. To him, this fight was not going to be over that easily. A blow wouldn't be the defeat of him.

Getting ready for his attack, he generated air and shaped it into a visible sword about half the length of his actual one. It had the appearance of intensely swirling air, much like the one that surrounded his Cadere's blade. He held it in his left hand. And then he went for his attack. Dashing right to where his opponent is, he once again created air slashes by creating slicing motions in the air whilst he was dashing towards the armored fellow. He's clearly going for another strike when he reaches his opponent, but now with two blades. And he was gonna make sure he was going to pay attention to all his opponent's movements now.

Chachalotte

 

[Dominaiscna]

"That will be 15 bronze pieces, thank you very much," was what the friendly baker said to Larke as handed her order. She had been lured into his bakery by the wonderful smells of freshly baked pastries. At first, he'd left her to her own devices, thinking she'd be fine on her own...but after serving his 4th customer and realizing that she'd been staring quizzically at the same display of pies for the past 5 minutes, he decided to go over and give her a hand. It would appear that she knew little to nothing about the strange baked goods and, though it was strange to him, the young man didn't pry. It didn't take long for him to explain the various choices of flavors and soon, the young girl had settled for his recommendation of chicken and mushroom pie - a general favorite of his customers.

Initially, he hadn't expected her to actually buy anything. Though she was graceful and poised much like a lady, her outfit - most notably her bare feet - suggested that she was a performer of sorts, but perhaps not one with much income. With a soft smile, the girl took her order from him and picked out a gold piece from the pouch at her side, placing it in his hand. Before arriving, Larke had taken a few minutes to breathe life into the dead knot and had it undone in order to be able to access the coins inside. Taking the payment, he rummaged around for the correct change but as he looked up, he realized that she was already walking to the door. Stopping the spirit, he explained that she forgot her change. It seemed that she was foreign... or something of the like, as the girl had no idea on the currency in their kingdom. After much insistence, she took half of the change and told him to keep the rest. Still... it was still quite a bit of money she was giving away... but he wasn't complaining. With a grin, he saw her out pleasantly. He watched her gracefully walk down the street for a moment, turned away to look over his shop for second, but when turned back, the girl had disappeared into thin air.

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Larke phased back into the physical plain in the shadow of a market stall before melting into the crowd of townspeople who were out doing their usual groceries. At one particular stall, she spied strange and shiny fruit of all different colors on display and, when she inquired on the produce, the lady of the stall skeptically explained to her that they were 'apples', 'oranges' and 'peaches'. Like with the pie, the spirit did not recognize the fruits save for the ones grown at the Sanctuary. Curiously, she bought a shiny red fruit and went on her way, delicately eating it as she looked for a quieter street or alleyway.

By the time she had ducked around a corner into quiet place, the spirit had finished off the apple, burying it in earth of a flower pot that sat on a nearby window sill. With her warm packet for the pie still in hand, the girl became still. A few seconds later, she stepped back into the spiritual plain, feeling the current of the spirit world tug her towards the Arena. Just where she was heading.

 

[Chachalotte]

Sailor Daker
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Sailor grinned although it couldn't be seen because of the bandages that were covering his mouth. After turning back at the two, Sailor frowned from Akena answer which was an extremely aggressive move but wasn't done correctly because of the interruption of a masked man. The soft and innocent queen wasn't there anymore. Her features weren't the same from before, which made him concluded that she wasn't the caring queen people were usually saying. "It wasn't a joke. I really meant it." Were his words full of conviction. "Ravus is clearly a mistake, isn't it? After all many people have been killed since he starts ruling, right ?" He laughs maniacally before frowning back. "Too much. Too many souls lost without receiving the treatment of love. And when I'm seeing his wife reaction from a true statement, I can't help but think that his taste is clearly the same as his ideal. Hurting people as much as possible just for the sake of your own pride. I should be the one ruling here." He raised his left arm, his fingers being forced together. "Now, I can't even stand looking at your face more. It just fueled my rage even more. I will allow you only some hours to live." Because of the frustration that was building up inside him, he dismissed the idea of asking her some questions about Ravus.

Tag: The Fluffiest Floof

Dalia Wright
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"Bu... But how in the world of Altrya ?! How did this armor could possibly punch that fast! It's almost like a god is residing inside it!" The crowd started yelling even further as the punch reached Remus belly, allowing him to coughed up special blood from his race. Her hand trembling, she clenched her fist back. "Great. Hurt but not broken. I dealt more damage on him than myself"

" How cool is that, a sword that can come back to his owner! And wait, what is that ?! Is this another transformation ?!" The crowd was amazed from Remus getting back on the fight so fastly despite his injury with a second equipment while Dalia eyes wide opened. "Your air manipulation is that powerful?"
Before she could think more, the swordsman was already striking back and this time with two swords. She frowned, reacting fast to her opponents moves. This time, she defended herself quite well with her swords from the first waves of air as she empowered her legs, jumping away from the next air waves that were focusing on her. Like she thought, he was going back on her with his new sword made of thin air. She blocked Cadere's blade with her sword, while her other arm grasped the sword made of air. "It won't break! It won't !" The armor made a crackling noise from the crazy move as she pushed the sword into her direction while still holding it, her elbow raising abruptly as it was aimed at striking Remus head while approaching his body to her with her move. She held off the sword once he was near her. "Oh gosh, it was close but what I'm doing?! I can only hope my elbow will make a contact with his face! I can't hold two swords at the same time!"

Tag: Roxasarass

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Sailor Daker
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Sailor grinned although it couldn't be seen because of the bandages that were covering his mouth. After turning back at the two, Sailor frowned from Akena answer which was an extremely aggressive move but wasn't done correctly because of the interruption of a masked man. The soft and innocent queen wasn't there anymore. Her features weren't the same from before, which made him concluded that she wasn't the caring queen people were usually saying. "It wasn't a joke. I really meant it." Were his words full of conviction. "Ravus is clearly a mistake, isn't it? After all many people have been killed since he starts ruling, right ?" He laughs maniacally before frowning back. "Too much. Too many souls lost without receiving the treatment of love. And when I'm seeing his wife reaction from a true statement, I can't help but think that his taste is clearly the same as his ideal. Hurting people as much as possible just for the sake of your own pride. I should be the one ruling here." He raised his left arm, his fingers being forced together. "Now, I can't even stand looking at your face more. It just fueled my rage even more. I will allow you only some hours to live." Because of the frustration that was building up inside him, he dismissed the idea of asking her some questions about Ravus.

Tag: The Fluffiest Floof

Dalia Wright
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"Bu... But how in the world of Altrya ?! How did this armor could possibly punch that fast! It's almost like a god is residing inside it!" The crowd started yelling even further as the punch reached Remus belly, allowing him to coughed up special blood from his race. Her hand trembling, she clenched her fist back. "Great. Hurt but not broken. I dealt more damage on him than myself"

" How cool is that, a sword that can come back to his owner! And wait, what is that ?! Is this another transformation ?!" The crowd was amazed from Remus getting back on the fight so fastly despite his injury with a second equipment while Dalia eyes wide opened. "Your air manipulation is that powerful?"
Before she could think more, the swordsman was already striking back and this time with two swords. She frowned, reacting fast to her opponents moves. This time, she defended herself quite well with her swords from the first waves of air as she empowered her legs, jumping away from the next air waves that were focusing on her. Like she thought, he was going back on her with his new sword made of thin air. She blocked Cadere's blade with her sword, while her other arm grasped the sword made of air. "It won't break! It won't !" The armor made a crackling noise from the crazy move as she pushed the sword into her direction while still holding it, her elbow raising abruptly as it was aimed at striking Remus head while approaching his body to her with her move. She held off the sword once he was near her. "Oh gosh, it was close but what I'm doing?! I can only hope my elbow will make a contact with his face! I can't hold two swords at the same time!"

Tag: Roxasarass

Akena listened to the man, but she knew she couldnt make a move now. Too many people were already staring. She gritted her teeth, grinding them together. "You´re the one with only few hours to live. You wouldnt even know HOW to kill me, foolish human.", she replied. "Ravus is a great man, he brought so much good to the people. But envious brats like you, that dont probably wouldn´t even know how to dress themselves if mama didnt help, they try to make him look bad. You´ll see where it gets you.", she hissed back at the teenage-looking man.

Miwato meanwhile sighed. This whole escalation sure was fun, but not helpful. He gently patted Sailers back. "Now now, i see how emotions beat high on both sides here. Why dont we go for a walk, before somebody does something thoughtless.", he said. Not waiting for an answer, he turned with Sailer and walked a bit away from everyone. There, the red eyes started glowing even brighter underneath the grinning mask. "Tell me, who are you in this little play? The mysterious stranger that comes in midway on the first act? We all want to know the identity!" He laughed. "You seem to have a special relationship to this human king... Im intruiged... Why is it that you hate him so much? Now... to be fair... I am no fan of him and even less of his wife... But i want to know all actors that play here..."

 

[Chachalotte]

Sailor Daker
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"I can't believe how is the Queen acting... And yet civilians are ok with being ruled by people like that." He smirked again under his bandages. "Am I really human to you?" Before he could talk more to her, the masked man offered his hand as they both went away.

"My face won't be mysterious anymore because I'm going to be the next ruler of Altrya. It's my father's will and no one will stop it." Sailor said before glaring at him. "I absolutely have no connections with a guy like him. But he is the symbol of pride of those, like what the whore said earlier, they are foolish humans with absolutely no free will." He frowned once more. "If I crushed all the leaders down, I win. Simple as that."

Tag: The Fluffiest Floof

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

"It very well is that powerful, that I can tell you," Remus replied while he was dashing towards her, swords in hand to deliver the strike. Apparently creating something like a sword out of thin air and having a sword come back to their owner was something incredible, judging from the announcer. But he quickly brushed away thoughts like those, they were only just going to be distractions. He needed concentration if he was going to win, and he said that he wouldn't be holding back too. A trick like punching him in the gut was already done, and he didn't plan on getting hit by something like that anymore.

He saw his opponent jump back in order to dodge his air slashes, and he only saw that as an opportunity to catch them off guard. He could just boost himself further, but he thought that his opponent might have already been expecting that so decided against that. Remus just made himself be a bit more faster by reducing the air resistance he felt when dashing. The pain he felt from the punch earlier was still there, indeed. But he'd just tried his best to endure and ignore it, and moving would make it hurt more so the best he could right now was endure.

Another hit like that would probably result in his defeat.

The swords had finally made contact, and his opponent grabbed his air blade when he struck and his Cadere's blade being blocked by the armored's own sword. The cracking sound he'd heard seemed to come from the armor of the opponent, and had probably been the signal that the armor had broken slightly. Probably. Remus was still observing his opponent for any other movements, another thing like the gut punch was one he didn't want to happen. He was still feeling the pain from earlier, so he certainly didn't want another. Both swords may be blocked, but he would still observe.

Remus felt the air blade being pulled into his opponent's direction, and so came to look towards that. Then noticed the elbow coming towards his face, and if that was going to be like the punch, it would hurt. A lot, and it was aiming for his face so he would definitely lose if hit by that. He does not want that. So to hopefully escape the incoming attack, Remus took advantage of the fact that they were pulling the air blade towards themselves. Remus pressurized the air under his feet once again, and jumped out while still holding both swords. Jumping over the armored in a motion like a somersault of sorts, passing over their head and soon landing behind while still holding both swords. Once landed, he tried pulling both swords while his opponent had still held them. Remus trying to lift his opponent up from behind, and hopefully he could then just slam them onto the ground in front of him. He hoped for that, because this was gonna put strain on where he was punched.

Chachalotte

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow
"Old man?" Faust muttered to himself. Although Faust had certainly lived for centuries, never once did he stop and consider himself an 'old man.' "Well, if I'm an old man, I'd have every right to call you a 'kid,' right?" Though Faust was asking Ravus the question, the human king's answer mattered little. "Well, kiddo, can I suggest one little thing? At least hire better guards. A magic-caster could beat all those monkeys bare-handed!" He turned back to see the guards, some of which were barely holding back their urges to attack the mage, and show him his place. "To be fair, most magic-casters fight bare-handed anyways." He added jokingly, shrugging, giving the guards the finger in the process. "Welp, anyhow, I'm off!" He declared, as he snapped his fingers, teleporting away from the colosseum.

However, this time, his coordinates were extremely sepcific, and Faust did not appear in midair- he was standing upright, on the floor. He had appeared in the basement of his manor. The room was dark and cool, with not even a single ray of light entering the murky dark abyss. However, that changed as Faust waved his hands, when suddenly, torches lined around the walls of the basement lit up with purple flames. There, in the centre of the room, lay a skeletal dragon- lying on the floor as if it were sleeping. The dragon tilted its head to one side, catching a glimpse of his master. "Get ready, we will be leaving shortly." Faust ordered the Dragonlich. "Your human child amuses me." The dragon answered back. "But yes, I am ready when you are."
"I didn't think there'd be such foul magic at play. This is getting ridiculous."
"And yet you do not know the nature of the spell."
"You are right. It could summon a demon from the pits of hell- it could summon a fragment of the underworld--"
"And yet, you didn't warn the people, and chose to stay behind to watch the fire."
"Precisely because we don't know the nature of this spell. Now, please. My weapon and book."
Reh'Kurzul nodded, as he stood up on four, revealing two items which he was guarding- one was a scythe-like item bound in bandages, the other was a spell tome, bound with leather, with an crest of elven design on both sides of the book. It was held together by two gold latches. He picked up the tome, and tied it to his waist using a chain. It hung from his side. Next was the Guillotine Scythe- he unwrapped the bandages, and then put it behind him, dropping the scythe. However, it did not fall down to the floor- rather, it began levitating, close to his back, giving it the illusion that it was tied to his back. Another nifty little trick, this time with arcane magic. Alright. I'm going, wish me luck.

Another teleport- and this time, Faust appeared in the waiting area for those who would participate in the tournament. Once again, Faust had only given the general coordinates of the colosseum-- meaning there'd be a chance for him to accidentally teleport into the fighting ring. In fact, that was quite likely. He was flung across the room. The flat end of Faust's scythe connected with an unfortunate warrior's face, as they were both sent hurdling into a wall. They both hit the wall, the warrior being knocked unconscious, with an added bonus of a broken nose. "Fuckshitcrapwhatthefuck?" Faust cursed again, as he raised his head and looked around. There was a strange figure whose face was wrapped in bandages, and another man dressed in a suit, who seemed even more insecure about his or her face, which was covered by a mask. There as an assortment of participants somewhat bewildered at Faust's bizzare entrance and then there was Ravus'-- "Oh hey! It's Ravus' personal whore!" Faust greeted the queen, though it was more of an insult, which by sheer, stupid luck happened to be the exact same one Sailor had thrown at her earlier. "Wow! Buddy chum pal! Ravus must be a terrible husband if he let his wife go to a murder-death-kill! Am I right?" He joked, looking around. Unlike Sailor who had just called the queen a whore, Faust had shouted his insult so that everyone would probably hear. There were some whispers about the guillotine, and others were just too dumbfounded to give an answer. "Oh come on, fuckers. At least have a sense of humor!"

The Fluffiest Floof Chachalotte

OOC

Oh yeah! Faust's book isn't the Necronomicon ex Mortis- if it was, it would make the whole RP unfair. No, it's just his own spell-tome. That can't kill tentacle gods.

Spoiler: Defiled Arkanecrylhik

The magical grimoire that is said to belong to the first Grand Archmage- it is said that it contains secrets of the Arcane, that which no mortal could hope to ever replicate.

This is the magic tome which belonged to Faust in life- it is simply a magic tome which contains all the spells of arcane and cryomancy known to man. However, it houses several spells which no living mage could hope to replicate- Domain of The Frost Monarch, Point Null, Mobius Arcanum. However, those are only spells which are still preserved inside this book- after the addition of Wall of Death and Domain of Hades, most secrets recorded in this book were defiled and lost- and so Arkanecrylhik cannot be used to its full power again.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Faust Windfallow
"Old man?" Faust muttered to himself. Although Faust had certainly lived for centuries, never once did he stop and consider himself an 'old man.' "Well, if I'm an old man, I'd have every right to call yourself a 'kid,' right?" Though Faust was asking Ravus the question, the human king's answer mattered little. "Well, kiddo, can I suggest one little thing? At least hire better guards. A magic-caster could beat all those monkeys bare-handed!" He turned back to see the guards, some of which were barely holding back their urges to attack the mage, and show him his place. "To be fair, most magic-casters fight bare-handed anyways." He added jokingly, shrugging, giving the guards the finger in the process. "Welp, anyhow, I'm off!" He declared, as he snapped his fingers, teleporting away from the colosseum.

However, this time, his coordinates were extremely sepcific, and Faust did not appear in midair- he was standing upright, on the floor. He had appeared in the basement of his manor. The room was dark and cool, with not even a single ray of light entering the murky dark abyss. However, that changed as Faust waved his hands, when suddenly, torches lined around the walls of the basement lit up with purple flames. There, in the centre of the room, lay a skeletal dragon- lying on the flor as if it were sleeping. The dragon tilted its head to one side, catching a glimpse of his master. "Get ready, we will be leaving shortly." Faust ordered the Dragonlich. "Your human child amuses me." The dragon answered back. "But yes, I am ready when you are."
"I didn't think there'd be such foul magic at play. This is getting ridiculous."
"And yet you do not know the nature of the spell."
"You are right. It could summon a demon from the pits of hell- it could summon a fragment of the underworld--"
"And yet, you didn't warn the people, and chose to stay behind to watch the fire."
"Precisely because we don't know the nature of this spell. Now, please. My weapon and book."
Reh'Kurzul nodded, as he stood up on four, revealing two items which he was guarding- one was a scythe-like item bound in bandages, the other was a spell tome, bound with leather, with an crest of elven design on both sides of the book. It was held together by two gold latches. He picked up the tome, and tied it to his waist using a chain. It hung from his side. Next was the Guillotine Scythe- he unwrapped the bandages, and then put it behind him, dropping the scythe. However, it did not fall down to the floor- rather, it began levitating, close to his back, giving it the illusion that it was tied to his back. Another nifty little trick, this time with arcane magic. Alright. I'm going, wish me luck.

Another teleport- and this time, Faust appeared in the waiting area for those who would participate in the tournament. Once again, Faust had only given the general coordinates of the colosseum-- meaning there'd be a chance for him to accidentally teleport into the fighting ring. In fact, that was quite likely. He was flung across the room. The flat end of Faust's scythe connected with an unfortunate warrior's face, as they were both sent hurdling into a wall. They both hit the wall, the warrior being knocked unconscious, with an added bonus of a broken nose. "Fuckshitcrapwhatthefuck?" Faust cursed again, as he raised his head and looked around. There was a strange figure whose face was wrapped in bandages, and another man dressed in a suit, who seemed even more insecure about his or her face, which was covered by a mask. There as an assortment of participants somewhat bewildered at Faust's bizzare entrance and then there was Ravus'-- "Oh hey! It's Ravus' personal whore!" Faust greeted the queen, though it was more of an insult, which by sheer, stupid luck happened to be the exact same one Sailor had thrown at her earlier. "Wow! Buddy chum pal! Ravus must be a terrible husband if he let his wife go to a murder-death-kill! Am I right?" He joked, looking around. Unlike Sailor who had just called the queen a whore, Faust had shouted his insult so that everyone would probably hear. There were some whispers about the guillotine, and others were just too dumbfounded to give an answer. "Oh come on, fuckers. At least have a sense of humor!"

The Fluffiest Floof Chachalotte

OOC

Man, this took forever to type up on phone xD. I'll add colors and shit later. When I'm actually bothered to start charging my laptop.

The moment Faust appeared was already the moment where Akena sighed. When that guy was around, it wouldn´t take long for him to annoy Akena, at least when she´s in her night form. That meant, Akena already knew she would probably get even angrier soon. And indeed, after the stupid and way too dangerous entrance he made, he did not take a second. Akena sighed. "Faust i can´t wait for the day, that you will open your mouth and nothing stupid will come out. It might be a long wait, though..." She sighed and faced another way, not wanting to deal with the lich for the moment.

Meanwhile, Miwato looked at the new arrived lich. Shrugging at it, he looked back at Sailer. "You underestimate humans. Dwarves and elves and humans alike won´t all falter. Many will unite under the circumstance of you as an common enemy. As long as the humans and the other mortals exist, fear alone will never be enough to take over. Why is it that you are interested in taking over the mortal realm anyways? Are they even worth that trouble?" Miwato was about to say something, when Faust gave his greeting to the queen. He laughed. "I must have missed the fact that today is "call the queen a whore"-day."

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow
Akena had said something about hoping for the day something stupid doesn't come out of Faust's mouth. For some reason, Faust found that somewhat amusing. "The day something stupid doesn't come out of my mouth?" He asked the queen, pretending to think. "Try a few centuries ago, when I was alive. When I actually BOTHERED serving the king. When I actually BOTHERED to hold close to some dumb ideals. When I actually BOTHERED helping the people. Would you have PREFERED a dull old living me? That would be really boring, don't you think?" The Elder Lich turned his head to one side, viewing the other two peculiar people, among which one of them said something about a 'call the queen a whore day.' "Actually, that wouldn't be so bad of an idea." He remarked, glancing back at the queen. "or a call the queen a **** day wouldn't be so bad either." As he said this, many people fell silent- Faust had just insulted the queen with the unspeakable C-word. Was there no end to this man's nerves? His neck would meet the guillotine now, no doubt. "Welp. Anyhow, have fun in the arena. You heard the rules though! No killing! Sucks to be you." He teased the queen, right after insulting her. "But no, seriously. Whore and **** wouldn't be so inaccurate when used to describe you."

The Fluffiest Floof Chachalotte

Emily Windfallow
Emily walked out of the bar, annoyed. After she set Lucius' hair on fire, he had put it out and while he was at it, threw water all over her clothes, and used his illusion magic to hide the door and create a fake one on the wall, causing her to accidentally hit her head. However, before Emily was able to retaliate and set Lucius' hair or clothes on fire again, he had already transformed into a raven, and probably flew toward the arena-- and he got first-class seats. As in flying over the arena and getting a bird's-eye view. She always seemed to be in a bad mood whenever her 'brother' was around. It was at times like these she wondered to herself why Faust would bother putting up with the trouble of having to deal with Lucius. But to be honest, Faust was pretty ridiculous at times. He'd at times teleport, only to muck up and get flung at a wall, or teleport ten feet in the air. "No, seriously, what the hell is wrong with Lucius...? It's weird as hell. Bloody moron flirts with every woman he ever meets." She muttered to herself, as she entered the marketplace. It appeared as though many had left their shops to go to the colosseum. She soon found a bakery which was open. She purchased a cinnamon bun, and found a place to sit down while eating it.

 

[Chachalotte]

Dalia Wright
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"What the hell ?! The armored tried pulling the sword by using his own hand! And now..." Dalia just sighed as she felt her body moving up before cracking on the ground as a huge splashed noise was made once she connected to the ground, feeling a painful sensation on her back but not enough to crack her. She couldn't react that much because this technique works better on target that is heavier and dodging it was impossible with his insane speed. After this strike, she knew that fighting him head on with her armor was impossible once he was at his fullest. "I'm sorry old friend. But I will fight with my own will..." "Is it over ?!!"

As her armor was slowly vanishing away, her eyes were closed before she opened them back revealing her red eyes and hair on the field of the fight as she was on the ground. "This is only the beginning..." She pulled her sword back, this time going on the offensive by herself as her speed was greatly improved from before as she aimed with her sword in front of her which was in the swordsman's direction, not letting any resting moment as she then jumped away as her shield appeared back. However, while she jumped, her sword wasn't in her hands. After aiming its first strike the sword fled away on the back of the swordsman in a great speed, aiming another strike.

"WHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT ???????!!!!!! I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO ASK RIGHT NOW!" The announcer's voice was clearly exaggerating as he yelled with all his might as the crowd was extremely surprised.


Tag: Roxasarass

Sailor Daker
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"It's about my utopia. It's all about Alvin. It's all about my supremacy !" He waved his arm furiously. "They are all out of league compared to me. I'm not underestimating them, they are just not on the same level as mine." He then glanced at the new Lich that made quite the entrance in the room which was now busting with words coming from everywhere. "Anyway, I have to go." He then stared at the queen. "Next time we will meet, you and your so dear husband will be killed." With that said, Sailor had vanished in the crowd of person.
Tag: The Fluffiest Floof LostHaven

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

The unraveling of the person behind the armor had caught him somewhat off guard, considering that throughout all of this time, he'd assumed that there was a man behind there. As in, a person of the male gender. That deep tone of voice she had before this had led him to believe the person he'd been fighting had been a male. But quickly, he regained his focus back and started to get back into his fighting form. He made the blade of air he created earlier vanish, and gripped his blade with two hands again. Putting himself back into the strange stance where he held it at the same level as his head and pointing it at his opponent.

Whether or not his opponent would be a female or male was something that he didn't care about, and continued with the fight. The sword's blade had then just once again been surrounded by a fierce swirling of air, which in turn made it look more like a very long drill and gave it even more power. Also gave it a loud whirring sound. Remus then heard Wright say something about this only being the beginning. "You're right about that. This is the beginning of the real fight. Now I'm really, really not gonna hold any shit back. Just 'cause you've got a pretty face ain't gonna do anything. I'll show you what me and my air is really capable of."

And once he'd ended the sentence, he noticed she wasn't holding her sword anymore. Now it was apparently flying towards him. It only prompted him to start his own attack, if he can't dodge her sword, then he'll run from it. So that was exactly what he did. Remus started to run, but rather than the ground, he started to run on the air instead. Slowly getting higher and higher, then went sideways in the air. He still aimed his blade at her, and this time he wasn't gonna use it to send razor sharp slices of air to her. That was just too obvious of a thing to do.

So, he instead just made multiple spears of air of his own around him and aimed it at her. All having the appearances much like the sword of air he made earlier. That being just swirling air shaped into something. Then Remus sent all of them away, aiming them towards Wright. The Djinn still ran sideways in the air as if it was a wall, with his air surrounded blade aimed towards her. Remus assumed that her sword was still flying and chasing after him, so he wasn't stopping his running any time soon. Though if there was anything he didn't like about this fight were the stupid fucking reactions of the announcer. But he kept himself shut and focused on running and his opponent right now.

Chachalotte

 

[Dominaiscna]

Larke hovered over the arena, still safely in the spiritual plain. Her eyes were closed as if in peaceful sleep, but in truth, she was just listening and feeling. A multitude of souls had gathered at the Colosseum beneath her and the spirit was patiently reaching out to each one with her sense, hoping to find some things that stood out... such as a White Larke soul. Sadly, the place was too big for her reach so she descended slightly and put her focus on one area of the arena. There she sensed a familiar soul... or a familiar empty void where a soul should have been. She would've guessed that it was Faust. The strong ripples the souls around him gave off suggested that there was some kind of interaction going on... most likely a fight of sorts considering his personality.

Venturing closer, Larke phased through the walls of the building, passing through room after room until she came up upon one... which appeared to be a rather bustling waiting room for the contestants. A young woman who had the air of royalty, a man in bandages, a masked man and Faust himself were engaged in some sort of argument. Though their quarrel was quite entertaining, it was the masked man that the spirit became most interested in. He appeared to be a demon of sorts... something was off about him. Though he his soul resembled that of a demon's... it was so dark and tainted... as if touched by the hands of corruption. Though it was incredibly dangerous, curiosity got the better of her and she ventured closer to the man, hovering in the air a foot or so in front of him with her head on the same level as his. It was not like he would be able to see her and unless he had a connection to the spiritual plain, he probably wouldn't be able to sense her...not much anyway.

First she leaned forward, observing his mask and the opening for his eyes. Hesitantly, Larke reached forward towards the mask that covered his face though it was not the physical object she was aiming on touching... but more his soul and the strange darkness that clung to him. The pale form of her hand glowed in the spiritual world as she tentatively made contact with his spirit. The blackness that surrounded him reached out to her, coiling around her slender fingers like snakes. It was strange... like some kind of dark magic and the girl did not withdraw her hand. Whatever it was tugged at her soul tentatively as if testing her ... and then suddenly, her finger dips became black. Immediately the ethereal spirit pulled back, feeling the corruption nibble on her form. Luckily upon breaking contact, Larke no longer felt the darkness... but still was beyond disturbed.

Mentions :
LostHaven Chachalotte

Interacts with :
The Fluffiest Floof (without him realizing it anyway)

 

[Chachalotte]

Dalia Wright
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As the fight was becoming so tense and fast, the announcer was silent because he couldn't think of anything and just admire the field. However, even if the fight took a dramatic proportion Ramus didn't move an inch and kept his observation. "Don't you dare say that!" She hated when people were mentioning her beauty. All she wanted was to prove her strength before anything else, she couldn't remember why at this moment but that was a part of her. That made her even more fired up but didn't disturb her tactical ways of fighting. After seeing the blades coming toward her, Dalia had another idea popping up onto her mind. As the blades were coming near her, her shield appeared back on her hand. However, instead of defending herself with it, she throws it onto the swords as well as the swordsman's direction as she put a pressure on her legs. She wanted to finish this fight once and for all with the last blow. As the shield was flying toward the sword made of air, several of them were vanishing put there was still some, so she did an uppercut with her right arm taking a bright color for a second. The uppercut did a sort reflection toward the other flying swords as she didn't hesitate to strike back. Jumping in with a powerful and outstanding speed, her left arm glowed with a bright light as she aimed a punch on his bare chested. However, there was still a sword flying toward cutting her belly's left side but that didn't stop her even if abusing her vanishing power's before did severely exhausted her. So now, there were two sides striking back at Remus and the fight had a great chance to ended there with either one of two being victorious.

Roxasarass

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow
Faust didn't get back up from his position on the floor, and remained sitting on the unfortunate warrior whom he had crashed into. "Welp. Ima just stay here, and wait for whatever you and your husband do whatever." He muttered. "Alternatively..." He muttered as Lucius flew into the waiting room and landed on a lamp. "I have a particular bird to hunt...." He said this as he stared right at Lucius, who by chance, was behind Larke who had just touched Miwato. To the spirit, she would most likely come to the conclusion that Faust could see her or something. But truth was, he had no idea she was there. "Anyhow, when's this fight going to be over?" He asked nobody in particular.

The Fluffiest Floof
Chachalotte
Dominaiscna

 

[Roxasarass]

Remus Arkos

"Not quite liking any compliments, ey? What, would you prefer me to call you an ugly hag or something instead? Or maybe even something so much worse?" he said to her in response to her reaction to him calling her a pretty face. He was really just being as honest as he usual was, and said what he had on his mind at the time. Remus ran through the air as if it was solid ground itself still, holding his blade near his head and clearly just aiming for another strike. He had his eyes on his opponent, and could see them also starting to actually attack now. The spears of air Remus made were quickly reaching his opponent too.

Though it appeared that Wright had already found a way to dispel of his spears quickly, through having her shield that suddenly appeared once again and throwing it. And it was currently aiming at him as well as the spears it seemed. But there was something else that needed his attention at the time, that being his opponent. She was quickly gaining speed, and was swiftly taking care of his air spears. She also appeared to be preparing a punch, judging from the way that her arm glowed while she was jumping towards him. So as a response to that, he gave another enhancement to his blade.

As the air swirled around his blade already, then came even more air. Swirling and compacting itself around the blade, until it started to look like a drill head. The air drill that surrounded his blade made a very, very loud whirring sound. An annoying one, at that. But Remus still kept the blade near his head, despite how he started feeling that it might just make him have hearing loss of sorts. He planned to ram this blade and jam it in like how a drill burrowed into the ground. But instead, it would be piercing through flesh. Maybe it would even be a drill that pierces through the heavens.

The final clash between the two fighters would soon be dealt with.

The two were approaching each other at an exceptionally fast rate, this clash of theirs soon coming to an end. A fist against a drilling blade, and both are to be quite powerful. And whoever that got hit would most likely be the one losing. This attack was gonna be what decided. And delivering all of his effort into this strike is his top priority as of right now.

Remus was planning to win, and win he would be doing when he quickly just side stepped in mid air. Ducking and preparing to jam his blade right in their, no hesitation or any sort of mercy he felt.

But it appeared that he had forgotten about something else that was coming to attack. The shield from earlier quickly came in contact with his chest, and Remus had been the one to lose the fight. The sheer force of the thrown shield had made him fly backwards, and the impact it had certainly had been what made him lose. The pain was simply just so... excruciating. The attack caught him so off guard that he didn't even notice it actually hit him.

The next thing he knew was that he'd crashed onto somewhere near the walls of the arena, though did not hit the wall. Instead, he was on the ground. His blade had flown off his hand and the drill of air he created gone, the sword was far off from him. It just laid on the ground, same as him. The shield too. But if there was something he knew, is that he'd be coughing up a lot of blood. And he felt his shirt was wet, probably with blood. He felt it seeping through the shirt. He wasn't dead just yet though, but defeated, yes.

"You win, Red... But fuck this hurts so fucking much."

Remus felt his vision slowly fade, and soon found himself unconscious.

Chachalotte

 

[Chachalotte]

Dalia Wright
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Gasping for air, Dalia was breathing heavily as she stood back on her feet, watching the body of the swordsman falling on the ground. "That was close..."

For a while, the commenter having his eyes wide open was clearly shocked like the public from this spectacular fight. He scoffed before noticing that the fight was over in an instant. "Wright w.... Win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The crowd burst with loud comments, cheering up the two opponents from the whole fight. The king stood up and clapped his hands together as two people came from the door, taking the unconscious body of Remus away from the crowd in the resting room. After the fight, Dalia had walked through the halls and asked the people from earlier to follow the room from where his opponent was resting. She was feeling kind of bad to hurt someone so much because guys she usually beat up like that were monsters. After opening up the doors, she sighed while applying a sort of medicinal herbs toward his wounds. "A Djinn body is sure interesting... But damn, they didn't even heal him !" When she applied her herbs on his body, she felt something different. The shape could be touched but felt likes winds at the same time. She was used to healing normal humans and animals with her medicine but that was the first time she did that to a Djinn... Or not. "Why do I feel like i..." Something was strange. She felt like remembering something but it vanished instantly from her mind. She simply sat on the corner of the room, waiting for her time to return to the arena.

Tag: Roxasarass

Meanwhile on the arena, clashing between multiple opponents were happening. The Butcher vs Lancer, Saber vs Victimus,...

After a while, a clash between someone extremely known from the city of Blaros was bound to happen. With a smirked, Ravus finally left his sleepy state from the other boring battles that weren't on the same level from the first one, hearing the queen's name as the public was surprised once more from the tournament. "Maybe this fight will be on the same level, or maybe even better than the opening one?! It's the Queen you all loved against a masked man! Acclaimed Akena! And the mysterious man that looks scarrryyyyy!!!!"


Tag: The Fluffiest Floof

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

Akena smirked once she heard her name. A fight, after all. Getting up after all the insults and the stress she had to stand, she was glad to get a person to let it all out on. Slowly, she made her way inside the arena, taking a ready stance, the claw coming out of one hand, the dagger held in the other one. Her wings were spread, ready. Like that, she waited for whoever was the unlucky bastard that had to fight her. Though her confidence got a little crack, as suddenly, the unknown masked man walked out into the arena so casually. Still, Akena knew she would win, as that stranger would never be a match for a powerful shadowangel.

Miwato looked around. He was eager. Akena was his opponent. He had not planned for this, he couldn´t have, but it was just perfect. Miwato already knew how he would destroy her confidence. She had never been a match for him and even less would she now.

Both were getting ready for battle in their own ways. Akena was obviously ready to fight, while Miwato was casually standing there as if having a chit chat. Soon, the battle was open and Akena was already charging towards Miwato, her wings boosting the flight on an incredible speed. Her dagger was ready to dig into the masked mans side, when suddenly... she seemed to hit a wall. All her movements came to a sudden stop, as she got thrown back a little bit. But that didnt disturb her, she immediatly charged at him again, just to bounce of on that invisible wall around him again. She waited for a moment, as Miwato just laughed. "Why did you participate in a tournament, if you cannot even hit your opponent?", he asked her, Akena hissing like a snake as she charged at him again. This time however, she did not bounce of. Instead, her attacks got caught by Miwato´s hands, as he then sent her flying with a punch to the solar plexus of immense strenght. Ikasia flew through the arena before crashing into a wall, falling to the ground. Immediatly, she got up, charging at him again with immense aggression. But the outcome was the same, again and again, she was sent flying and crashing into walls.

After a few more tries, Akena stopped getting up. Miwato laughed, turning around, bowing to the audience. Suddenly, Akena jumped up charging towards Miwato, who had turned his back on her. In her rage, she did not care about the rules. As she came up behind him, she twisted his head around, the mask now staring at her, while his body was turned away. She grinned. "Not that funny now, is it?", she shouted, sure he was dead. Miwato, however, laughed, turning his body to her, his head facing backwards. "Actually...", he said grabbing his head and just turning it back to normal. Akena´s jaw dropped, which caused Miwato to laugh. Quickly, he had her hands restraint, his mask near her ear. He seemed to whisper something, which made Akena look very confused and shocked. Then, he pushed her back, his fingers snapping. "Maximum Pain." A bubble seemed to expand around him, pushing Akena back into the wall, her not even able to voice her pain, as she got smashed into the stone. As the bubble vanished, Akena was stuck in the wall, knocked out cold. Two rings had burst. Miwato won.