Fortuna said and did nothing for a moment, remaining standing where he was. Then he started to move towards Sarm again, eventully ending up standing over him. He simply reached down and ripped the knives from Sarm, his mask hiding his expression fully.

He jumped back, spinning in the air a bit and landed on his knees. He stood up and turned his gaze into Sarm. He slipped the knives back into his cloak and said "Let me give you a true taste of what the Arena means, my friend." and smirked. He lifted his arms up to shoulder level, pointed towards Sarm and closed his eyes.

At first, there was nothing. Then the arena seemed to grow warmer, quite warmer. Then it hotter still, until it was like the entire arena was on fire, the rock starting to sizzle slightly. Then the real heat began. A small spark of flame appeared in the air next to Sarm, and a pillar of fire shot up beside him. Then another flew up behind and infront of him.

Fortuna's eyes opened, and he growled loudly. Then it exploded, simply. The area Sarm was in exploded in a gigantic wave of fire, ripping the ground and surrounding area into shards. Fortuna lowered his hands slowly as the heat began to lessen. The pillars too began to disappear, and Fortuna shook his head slightly.

Fortuna blinks a few times and then shrugs. "Well now. We have a dragon. How cute." He says and then chuckles a bit. He reaches up and adjust his mask slightly, then smirks at Sarm. He doesn't seem particularly concerned with the now dragon Sarm.

Fortuna blinks a few times and then as quickly as possible, jumps out of the way. Not quite quick enough, really. The first blast catches him in the legs, sending him back a bit. The other catches him directly in the chest, sending his cloak into a ball of flames. He yells in pain from inside the fire, and slumps to the ground.

All is silent for a moment, then Fortuna leaps from the flames. His cloak is off now, revealing his thick, violet turtleneck shirt, and his dark purple cloth pants. His shirt is singed badly, showing off charcoal black skin underneath. His pants and gloves are unharmed, and his dark purple shoes are only minorly scuffed. His mask is slighlty burnt, the white paint missing in several spots. His hair is also deeply burnt, shortening it quite a bit.

"That, my dragon friend, hurt." he said in a matter-of-fact tone. He stood up and began to mess with his hair, until it looked a little less burnt. When he was done, he lowered his hands to the ground a bit and said "Well, since you like heat, have some cold." he said as a slight chill began to overtake the Arena.

A gust of cold air shot by, ruffling Fortuna's hair a bit more. The ground around Sarm began to chill and freeze, turning the rock into solid ice slowly. Then small tendrils of ice began to reach up, attempting to wrap around Sarm's legs as they went. As these did so, another batch of tendrils shot out of the ground around Sarm in almost all directions. Some attempted to wrap around his arms and wings, while another went for his tail.

Fortuna yells and doesn't quite manage to move quick enough. The frozen blast hits his waist and sends him quickly onto the ground. He grumbled and stands up slowly, again. "Now you're simply ticking me off." he said. He shook his head a bit, and then raised his arms once more.

The ground around Sarm began to rumble loudly for a moment, and then the ground began to shift. A pillar of earth began to rise underneath Sarm, carrying him upward slowly. It rose to almost the ceiling of the arena, then stopped. Fortuna flexed his hands once more, and the pillar cracked at the bottom, and went toppling over towards the ground.

*Nataro seems to notice the battle around him for the first time, and turns to see Sarm lying on the ground*

...interesting.

*in another "puff", he is standing beside the fallen body, studying it carefully*

Fortuna slowly makes his way over to Sarm, obviously a bit wounded. His mask seems to be repairing itself as he moves, the wood regrowing and turning white. His shirt also repairs itself, hiding his skin from view once more. He began to tighten his gloves and then adjusted his pants. He seemed more concerned with his appearance then the various wounds about him. He eventully stopped next to Sarm and Nataro.

He paid little attention to Nataro, opting to speak to him in a moment. He glances about Sarm for a few moments and nods "He's alive. The fall broke some bones, but I can deal with those.." he said, then knelt down onto one knee. He lifted his right hand and reached towards it with his left, pulling the glove off his right. He reached down to Sarm's arm with his hand and let it sit a few inches from Sarm's arm, palm out facing his shoulder.

There was a small crackle and then a small lightning bolt shaped bit of white energy shot forth from Fortuna's hand into Sarm's shoulder. Fortuna stood up, and stepped back. Sarm's body was covered in a faint white glow for a moment, then seemed to fade into him. After a moment, the very same spark of energy shot into the air from Sarm's forehead, and exploded into a ball of light infront of Fortuna.

In the air where the spark had been, was now something akin to a 3D image. It was floating in the air, unmoving above Sarm. It appeared to be some type of magical replica, an exact map of Sarm's bones. Fortuna smirked under his mask, and stepped a bit closer to the model. He began to gaze about the 'map', which plainly showed where Sarm's bones had been broken. He reached into the model, and gently grabbed one of the broken bones. He moved it back into place on the map, and as he did you could actually see the bone moving within Sarm. When he put it back into it's proper place, there was a loud cracking sound from within Sarm that made Fortuna flinch.

He repeated the process a few more times, until the map flickered for a moment and then just outright exploded once more. It returned to the small lightning bolt shaped bit of energy and shot back into Fortuna's hand. He replaced the glove on his hand, and put both his hands into his pockets. "That should do it." he mumbled, then smirked underneath the mask.

Sarm twitches and awakens with a shout. He's still sore and bloody all over, but at he can move. He gradually moves onto all fours and hoists himself off the ground. He retains a bit of a limp but it isn't anything a few days of rest won't help.

...

Sarm's at a loss of what to say. He knows enough that Fortuna healed him, but at the same time he wouldn't have ended up like that in the first place had he let Sarm out to begin with. Grumbling under his breath, Sarm spits out an insincere "Thank you" then looks around to break eye contact.

Fortuna doesn't say a word, his mask hiding his expression quite well. He turned around and began to walk over towards Panicio and Sorte, his hands in his pockets. He stopped walking after a bit, then turned to Sarm and said "Understand it, now?" and left it at that.

He reached the two creatures, both of whom appeared to be sleeping, and sat down next to them. He began the task of checking his various wounds, including frostbite and several burns. He chuckled slightly to himself, and a small white glow covered his hands, which he then started to press to the wounds.

"Snobby self-righteous powder freak."

At least, that's what Sarm wants to say. He doesn't have the guts to say it, either to Fortuna's face or even behind his back. Sarm closes his eyes as a white light begins to envelop him, but as it fades he remains a dragon...he can't just change shape without any clothes to turn into, and nobody is going to say anything about a "naked" reptile, so Sarm can't change back.

Grumbling in his mind about how "it was an unfair match" and how he "was still wounded from his last fight" and how "he just wanted to go find something to eat anyway" and just about every excuse he can think of Sarm tries for the thid time to head for the arena exit.

well that was interesting.

*he places the red orb he came to retrieve in his pocket, and shrugs as if all was satisfied. With another "puff", he was gone.*

Fortuna chuckled loudly and stood up, nudged Panicio (Whom quickly snapped awake and picked up Sorte.) and made his way towards the exit. Panicio followed quickly, and eventully they both disappeared from view down one of the exits.

Arms crossed, Legion steps out of the portal and casually steps down the stands, heading for the nearest exit. Whistling, he debates what there is to do next. Hayate would come after him, eventually. That was obvious enough. However, it wasn't as though he could really do much in the meantime. Goldielocks had gone somewhere where he couldn't find her. Probably the Gin's doing.

Killjoys.

Running out of playmates ment that he couldn't play games, which was all he ever did. He pouts like a frustrated child, finally sighing to himself. Might as well go home if everyone else was away. Now...which way was New Myria from here?

((Doublepostrpspamamirite?))

Sarith walked into the main structure of the Arena, looking around. Once again, empty. e shook his head, although, he noticed that it seemed some renovations had taken place, the arena was in much better shape than it had been before. He looked around and could imagine many a battle having raged here, mostly for the pure fact that they wanted to fight. His mind lingured, and he thought of a glowing grean figure along with a red glowing figure fighting somthing... but he could not see what, each holding a specific weapon, the grean a sword, the other and Ax... that sword... it reminded him almost of the sword he now held sheathed to his back, although he had never used. Was it the same sword? Who knew... but he had the odd idea that it was, that tghis was the same place in which that battle had raged... what had happened, who was involved? he didn't know...

Sarith looked up suddenly in the direction of where Legion and james stood. 'what the..." he blinked and saw many a person fighting this being... he was a monster...

A vibration pulsed through saroth's body, somthing odd, a feeling he had never experianced before... yet it felt ever so familiar... was it the sword?..." he unsheathed the blade and looked at its intricant pattering. "Why is it reacting?... had its ealier master fought this beast?..." he looked up and gave a slight glare and then sighed. he had no chance, no chance in hell in stopping somthing like this... but he had to fight... had to, it was as if he had no choice in the matter, what the sword wanted he had to give in... or he would be unable to concentrate all day. Unsheathing the Stithl from the small scabbard on his side, it glowing a pulstaing aura of its own. A charge of energy he had never senced passed through his body, somthing above the natural excitment or reush opf addrinalin that one experiances... it was more...

The flurrying footsteps of sarith rang out, along with a slight yell, slicing sidewys with the WindSword, aimed right at legion's exposed back, him unoticed. having a past as a theif helped in being silent. but there was something else... it was as if the very wind itself was helping mask his movments...

In the very rear of the arena, a new portal formed, allowing Varina back into the stands. She stretched as she looked about, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmmph. Gone already, eh?" Not that she was surprised. Though handicapped as he now was, she knew Tor wouldn't have wasted any time in getting away from this place after their little skirmish.

However, Tor was not the reason she had returned here so quickly. After seeing what damage had been inflicted on him - she could safely assume by the demon currently fighting below, or perhaps that strange caped fellow - she wanted to see just how well she might fare against him. Crazy? Perhaps. But she wasn't about to back down from this opportunity for a good fight. Besides, she'd sensed a flicker of interest upon her first arrival. That was reason enough to challenge him...once he was ready for her, anyway.

Nimbly stepping from the bench, she seated herself, resting her elbows on her knees and lacing her fingers before her chin. This battle looked very interesting - perhaps she'd get a nice idea of what to expect from this.

James managed to shrug slightly, before the green light enveloped him fully. With a burst of speed, he leapt from the green hell below, which had him bleeding and burned in several places and not to mention what it did to all that silk he wore. His cloak and the cloth around his waist shot up like a parachute, allowing him to land in the stands quite neatly.

He landed nearly ontop of a man laying on the stands, barely managed to land on his leg instead of his face. He apologized quickly, and was about to leap upward..

When Ekail's arm shot up and grabbed James quite firmly by the neck. A quick flick of his wrist, and the man was sent spiraling across the arena with a resounding crunch, tumbling down the stands with the grace of a fish on a desert. Ekail sighed and sat up, his nap now quite over. He calmly made his way over to James, ignoring Varina as if she was nothing more then an oversized dot.

He picked James up by the back, dangling him like a ragdoll. Recognizing Legion, and then putting three and four togather, he hurled the limp man like a rock into the arena, smack dab next to Legion. The resulting cracks, pops and general unplesent sounds would have sent shivers down the spine of pretty much anyone. With a quiet sigh, he seated himself in the minor dent cause by James, and crossed his arms to await the murder of the man who'd awoken him.

Varina didn't shiver, but raised an eyebrow, her eyes widening slightly at the spectacle. How easily the man had dispatched his accidental offender. Hmm. Interesting. She knew the old line, never judge a book by its cover, but already she could judge that this man would certainly prove a threat. He and the demon both.

She glanced down at the ring below. Gods forbid she wind up in a melee, especially with these men. Not that she wasn't confident, oh no. However, she had no idea how they fought. Unlike Tor, whom she knew very well, she had no idea what tricks they might pull on her. It was a shame she hadn't come in sooner the first time, perhaps then she would have been able to observe more.

Ah well. No matter. Lofn and Alf and Marianne would help her. With them, she would still have a chance.

James let out what could only describe as a wail, and began to scramble up. By the time he was up, his clothes were crackling nicely. He made his way away from Legion, and did whatever he could to put out the flames on the move and then stopped a good few feet away from Legion, patting out various flames. When he was done being a human barbeque, he turned towards Legion and lifted his blade, which he'd managed to keep secure.

He lifted it with both hands and placed the back side of it on his back, against both his shoulderblades. He waited a moment, and seemed to let loose some inner flurry of power, then swung the blade. Wind around it seemed to crackle and split, a blade of empty, swirling air rushing with the speed of a train towards Legion.

James turned towards Ekail, and yelled out in his soft (But now racked with more pain then one would expect he could handle.) voice "What the hell is your problem!?" and then let loose another of his wind attacks, towards the sitting man.

Ekail looked up as James directed his little yell at him, then sighed. He stood up slowly and facing James and his wind blade, not seeming to form any specific counter measures. He leanes forward a bit, his fingers on his right hand scrapping the ground for a moment and then said "My problem? Well, you woke me up." before throwing his hand upward in an arc.

From his fingertips, the world seemed to bend. A torrent of unworldly wind shot forth in four, curving vertical lines of almost black air that shot towards James's blade with such force that it simply dispelled the blade into nothing more then a scattered breeze. The blades continued, missing James himself but simply passing through the ground and walls with the ease of..well, anything really.

Ekail smirked to himself, satisfied that his little song and dance routine wouldn't need repeating again today and sat down again.

Sarith slowly stepped back, having dodged the attack barely, his armed slightly singed. "What the... hell are you?..."

*sensing strife, Nataro appears in the stands next to Varina. Though his mouth didn't move, his soft voice issued forth, echoing only in the mind.*

"Hm. what do we have here?"

*Nataro briefly counts the combatants*

"it's interesting how quickly the simplest disagreements turn to bloodshed for resolution. That's why we Vashateins sold our blood in the first place."

Varina's only movement came from her eyes, as she glanced askance at this stranger. Hm. Telepathy. Interesting. Her eyes closed placidly as she spoke softly.

"Some of them fight for no reason at all. Others just want to show off how strong they are. Myself...well, I fight one man for personal reasons. Reasons enough for me to shed his blood, although I can assure you, it was not just a simple disagreement." She shrugged. "I will say this, however. Although I may fight for my own reasons...I refuse to involve bystanders in the crossfire. A fight between two people should stay that way. There's no reason to involve those who have nothing to do with the battle at hand."

James growled deeply, then turned to Legion and growled "I'll get my apology out of you later, dammit." before turning back to Ekail. He'd simply blown away one of James's techniques, and he was still sitting there as calm as if he'd just walked in from a relaxing jog. Something about the demeanor just really, really pissed James off.

He bolted across the arena, launching into the stands. His sword began to glow again, and he repeated his same attack, only he yelled this time. "VALKARAJA!" in a scream that shook dust from some of the arena. Like a thunderbolt, his sword pierced through Ekail's stomache, and the resulting explosion blew the stands to hell.

When the dust settled, Ekail was laying a few feet away, stomache missing a large chunk and blood pooling rapidly. "Hmpf. Arrogant ass." he said, turning back to Legion.

Before James could move much further, however, a soft sigh rose from the ripped shell of Ekail. "You know, make sure I'm unconcious before you say things like that." he said, pushing himself up to his feet. The gaping hole in him didn't bother him, nor did it even seem to register. Slowly, a thin, blood colored film began to grow over the wounds. Not filling them, but preventing further bloodflow atleast. From the film, veins began to frow and interconnect, forming a wonderful display of what they would look like, sans flesh and organs.

When the process was done, he crossed his arms slowly and said "Now, I do belive It's time for you to die, good sir." he said, and suddenly bolted at James. The ensuing battle between blade and fists was very blurry and very bloody, resulting in a variety of crunched bones for James, and a good lot of paper cuts for the blood mage. After about four minutes of enduring sword techniques that would leave normal people dead, Ekail simply reached in, grabbed James by the stomache and said "Eye for an eye." and suddenly, the flesh on his fist turned a deep red.

His flesh melted, in it's place blood, or rather, blood in the shape of a fist. With a sudden movement, his fist simply morphed into a single, razored spike of blood, and with a punch, the spike had impaled James quite nicely. Ekail began to force it deeper, attempting to drive his spike up to the elbow into the man, then suddenly yanked it out and slammed his foot into the dropping man's chest, sending him spiraling across the arena, skidding across the floor and landing near an open door.

Ekail shook his head softly, then lifted his arm slightly as the flesh once more replaced the blood. He flexed his fingers, and shrugged. "Annoying kid." he said, then suddenly made a 'come here' gesture with his finger. The blood that had risen from the fight suddenly began to float, then shot towards Ekail in little balls which quickly flew into the hole in his stomache, blood soon turning into flesh and filling the gaps.

When he was done, he suddenly looked thoughtful for a moment. "Healing magic?..No..Hmm. Odd. Something I can't even begin to understand. Oh well." he mumbled, then turned to Varina and Nataro, thoughtful still etched on his features. "And now that our side movie is over, ladies and gentlemen, please return to the main event." before strolling happily across their field of vision, and plopping down on his custom lawnchair/recliner to attempt to return to his nap.

James, meanwhile, managed to crawl into the room, which was apparently an old storeroom of some sort, and began to press down his wounds. After a moment of two, soft white flashes began to echo from his wounds as bone repaired, flesh mended and overall, he healed. He wormed his way over to a wall and sighed, confident he could catch a break to regain his strength in here.

*at once, Nataro leapt from his seat, and as though pulled by an invisible string attached to his feet, turned upside down and stood on the ceiling as the stands were engulfed in the explosion*

"everytime I come here...someone has to blow something up..."

sarith glared and was instantly after him, running faster than he even thought possible. "what is happening to me?..." he jumped up into the air, coming down towards Legion, the Windsword Glowing a bright grean.

When the dust settled over the stands, Varina was standing where she had originally been sitting. She raised an eyebrow, one hand on her hip, as she looked around. Good thing she'd used an air shield when the explosion hit. She didn't want to know how much damage she would have taken from that impact.

Glancing up at the man on the ceiling, she smirked. "Seems you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. Impressive."

Varina blinked, offering a small smirk as she turned toward him. "Forward? Ho, believe me, I've heard much worse than that. As for why I'm here...well, let's just say I came here looking for an old friend. He's gone now, but I'd like to have a nice chat with that demon fellow down there." She tilted her head slightly. "I don't suppose I'd be far wrong if I guessed that you know Tor?"

Varina stared back at him solemnly. Hmm. So he was the one who got Tor in a blindfold. I wonder what happened that would have caused something like that to Ekail?

"Well, Ekail," she began softly. "To start, I'm not his girlfriend. He and I may go back a long way, but I don't have that kind of relationship with him. He caused me great pain many years ago - he tried to save my life, but wound up giving me a fate worse than death. I'm not looking for revenge for him. I'm looking for revenge against him."

Varina shrugged, waving off his apology. "It isn't the first, and it won't be the last time anyone makes that connection." Her eyes narrowed as she continued.

"There are an infinity of reasons to respect him, and I suppose a very small part of me respects him as a fighter. But I seek revenge for a very personal reason...a reason I won't divulge to just anyone. True, because of him, I am who I am now...but I became this unwillingly." There was a pause as her face calmed. "As for my name, it's Varina."

Varina blinked, feeling Alf shift slightly against her hip. She frowned as she glanced down. Her eyes narrowed, but she gazed back up at Ekail.

"Indeed they are," she said coolly. Her smirk returned as she raised an eyebrow. "They're my closest friends. I wager yours must be interesting as well...unless I'm mistaken, and that wasn't your weapon you were just talking to."

Varina's eyes widened in admiration as she gazed at the weapon. "Very lovely," she said. "Quite a fierce and elegant weapon." She smirked. "Well, I'm sure you'd like to see my friends, rather than just feel them, hm?"

With that, she drew her two swords, twirling them in her hands. Both swords looked alike at first glance. But as she held them out for Ekail, one could see that one was slightly broader and more rigid. The other was smooth, sinuous. They each had a stone in the pommel - the broader sword's stone was jet black, but seemed to swirl with mist. The other had a red tone, rippling like silk.

"Alf and Lofn - dead and living in the underworld, and lust goddess, respectively," she said.

Sarith glared and, swiftly, raced up the stands, his other blade, the Stythl held in his other hand. "Come back you bastard!"

After glancing momentarily at the ongoing battle in the stands, Varina turned back to Ekail, nodding appraisingly.

"Impressive. Although I'm sure the fact that he has your personailty and emotions is a curse as well as a blessing," she said ruefully. "Lofn and Alf aren't made from me...however, they do speak to me, and I to them." She paused, chuckling. "Alf would love to take Minaccia on his offer, but Lofn would much rather see what he can do first. Not just yet, however. She has her sights set on our demon friend over yonder."

*after walking around on the ceiling casually for a while, he flips right-side up and falls to the stand below, landing softly on his feet without even ceasing his walk. Again, his voice comes forth*

"yes...I've often wondered about him. Who is he?"

Climbing into the rafters of the arena, he sneered at Sarith, "You started it!" Growing increasingly exasperated, Legion examines the beams that hold the ceiling of the arena together.

Sarith sighed. "I am not sure why i felt the need to fight you... ever since i took this blade as my own..." he trailed off. "A theif shouldnt be fighting battled like this..."

*Nataro sighed*

"Everytime I come here something else gets destroyed."

Sarith happened by a young woman, looking to be maybe several eyars older than him. he didnt know her one bit... and yet... somthing about hre reminde dhim of... somthing. it wa sa fealing he could describe. was it the sword again? Why would that stupid thing be doing this to him? was it becouse of that man?... Did he know her?...

he stepped forwards slwoly towards the woman. "Hello?..."

sarith looked over and held a look of almsta wince on his face. "not you again..." he wasnt exactly happy to see Legion again, so soon.

Ayn's eyes follow the Demon curiously. "Who are you?"

Ayn casually steps to the side and holds a flattened palm to the Earth. White bands of energy flow from the ground into her hand as she smirks, eyeing Legion. "You're certainly not the polite one.. Whoever you are."

The holy energy accumulates in her palm, and she extends her hand, firing the blast at the oncoming Legion.

"This is no ordinary battle, child.. Tap into the powers of the planet, let me help you.."

"No, I'm fine.. I can handle him." Ayn starts to draw more holy energy from the ground.

"Nothing has happened to me.. And what are you talking about? I have never met you in my life."

"Foolish Demon.. Ayn's memories made it too easy for her to be controlled by the likes of you.. So I have had her memory erased."

Varina raised a curious eyebrow, rubbing her nails against her duster and examining them. Although she had been somewhat miffed that this other girl had stepped in before she could, this match was proving to be very...informative. Although she didn't know who this Ayn girl was, apparently Legion knew her...and despite Ayn not knowing him, she seemd to know his weaknesses...very interesting, indeed.

Now she would just have to wait her turn...soon enough, she would see how she could fare against one of them.

"I am not without my flaws, just as you are not without yours. A goddess has no reason to be defending her actions to a lowly Demon such as yourself, anyhow."

Ayn seems to be aware of the conversation between Legion and the spirit, and she tries to block it out of her mind by gathering even more holy energy.

James silently departed from the storeroom, his black cloak now shed to reveal his regal clothing underneath. When he got his sights straight, he found Legion in quite a vulnerable position. His healing magic has patched the wounds Legion and Ekail had heaped on him, and now he was going to show that rude demon what James Magnius could do.

With a soft 'whoosh' and the sound of metal sliding, James was in the air and rapidly diving towards Legion. Without the wind resistance of his cloak, he was nothing more then a blur in the wind. Had he not been focused soley on the demon, he would have been able to dodge the next little bit..

Ekail had noticed James little airshow, and deciding that Legion was already distracted enough, he quickly pulled his left hand up to his mouth and stuck the tip of his thump into his mouth. There was a loud crunch, and Ekail spit out a large mess of blood..And the missing piece of his thumb. He pulled the stub to his right hand, and let a small bit of blood collect in it.

He deftly tossed his hand upward a bit, letting the blood fly from it slowly. IT met James headon, and while nothing seemed to happen, James was now against the ceiling of the arena, stuck to it quite nicely. About a thousand small, red needles were sticking out of his arms, legs and stomache, pinning him.

Ekail smirked slightly and set his head in his bloody palm, watching the remaining fight with intrest. With James out of the picture for now, Legion was free to do whatever he intended to do with this Ayn woman. And suddenly, Ekail's eyes lit up to an almost visable glow. He glanced at his coat pocket and said "Hey Min, you up for some fun? Since I know you're itching for a little fun.." and reached into the coat. He pulled out the little metal pole and grinned at the crimson gem set in it, which was glowing a nice cherry color now.

With a nod and a soft toss, the pole landed infront of Legion and shot into it's full, horribly painful looking form. The gem seemed to glow in a giddy, energy inducing light that sent a small tremor across the ground, shaking dust off the walls. Ekail stood up and shouted slightly to Legion "You take good care of him, or I swear I'll beat you senseless with your own arms." and then crossed his arms, smirking exactly like a child who just stirred up trouble.

sarith backsa way from the fight. "i cant get into this... i cant..." he reached back quickly and rew the Windsword. "what is wrong with me?!"

Shifting in the shadows against the outter walls of the arena, a young elven woman stands in silence, her hood lifted on her cloak disguising her face and race from any who pass by. The sounds of the fights that were taking place within the area were what drew the attention of the woman. Taking a few steps along the floor of the arena, her boots made no sound. Quietly she narrowed her emerald eyes as she studied the human like figure and the display before her. She could sense a great power emmenating from the soul, but she dared not to respond. Instead, she outstretched her slender fingers loosening the grip she held on her twisted staff.

Lifting her head up to meet the fights, a few strands of silver hair fall before her face. Her gaze moved from figure to figure, an intense feeling of longing raged inside her very soul for she had not seen so much hate, so much darkness fueled into one location in such a very long time. She let her tongue slowly glide it's way over her lips as a twisted grin of both pleasure and blood lust crossed her face, only quickly to fade and a stoic quality coming across her delicate skin.

Her mind raced with thoughts as she stood a good distance from the fighters. Years had passed as she wandered the lands. Meaningless fights, and the shedding of blood that could not quench her desire for a deeper meaning. Her eyes were unwavering as she fixated them on Ekail. She knew that finally after so long she was once again finding true darkness. Her emerald eyes seem to be on fire as she could feel magical energies just coursing through her viens.

Sarith moved away from the other combatents, stepping back slwoly, foot after foot. He was no match for any of them... Steppeng back to the wall he looked over and saw a cloaked figure in the darkness, his eyes having only seen her after eyars of traing as a theif. Staring towards the figure, unknowing of who it was nor their agenda, he slwoly mad ehis way over.

Out of sheer reflex, the elven woman reached for her hip sheath, unnerved by the feelings she sensed from the figure of Ekail ... or lack of feeling for better words. Her hand slowly moved away from the crystal hilted dagger and fell limp at her side. Her eyes moved slowly to the demon who seemed to be enjoying itself. Her silver brow quirked slightly as she studied it.

She mouthed a few words to herself, her eyes shifting from a red, to a gold, then back again to green. She was able to see the truth now. The true auras that surrounded each figure. She placed a hand over her mouth as if to stiffle a small chuckle at the chaos she could feel pulsing off the aura of the demon.

She finally reached up and removed the hood from her head revealing long silver hair, save for one white piece before her face, and long pointed ears that stood up as if catching every sound that moved past them. A bit more relaxed, but on guard she took a few more steps towards the fight for a better view.

Reaching out quickly she grabs the drink, her eyes on it rather suspciously. She finally parts her lips. "Excuse me...?", she said in an almost inaudiable tone before shaking off the words that he spoke of her heart like dust on a cloak.

Unsure of the human's intentions she quietly makes her way closer, and stops short a few feet. Crouching down, she places the drink between her feet for the time being. Planting her feet firmly as she rests one arm over her thigh, the other down at her side she looks up at the fight, her body and mind falling void of any emotion or response.

Lowering her head, the elf woman peers down at Ekail with a lifted brow at his actions. She says nothing as she studies the vacant eyes of the humanoid, slightly shaking her head at the childish display. Slowly reaching her hand over she takes his hand hesitantly. "Ariana..."

Varina's eyes widened, and she broke into soft laughter. My my my, how precarious this is, she thought. Although Ekail more than likely would have already had a sample of steel if he'd done that to her, she was likewise intrigued by his nonchalant behavior. Looking down at Legion, she watched him carefully - Minaccia was a very mysterious weapon, she could tell...but she had no idea how it reacted against opponents.

But this new woman...there was something about her that seemed strange. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was her shifting eyes, or the fact that she remained so calm...Varina wasn't sure. But she knew one thing, and that was that the quiet ones were usually the ones to be feared the most.

Ekail shook Ariana's hand somewhat violently, then slid back out from between her legs. He sat back up and turned around to face her, then said "Lovely to meet you." before dropping his slightly childish moment and saying "So what brings you? Looking for someone to fight?" he asked. He leaned back on his elbows a bit, letting his hair cloud his face.

And meanwhile on the ceiling, James was struggling silently against the spikes pinning him to the stone. His sword had fallen onto the ground long ago and there was now a large puddle of blood directly underneath him. He kept struggling, but knew he was pretty much screwed.

Ariana glanced over towards the puddle of blood, her eyes glistening slightly before she slowly turned her head back to Ekail, untrusting his gaze on her.
She spoke softly, with no emotion to her voice, "...I'm searching for something.", she put simply as she glanced back towards the puddle of blood, her silver hair blocking her face from the side view of Ekail.

On either side of James, two of the arena's foot-wide steel latticework rafters were bolted across the sloped rooftop, with a short three-foot space between each base and the cieling. In the rafter to James' right, a glint of polished metal flashed out, bright enough to catch his attention.

A man, easily six feet tall, was crouched down in this space. Even in the darkness of the rafters, his drab camouflage fatigues could be made out. In his right hand he carried what could only be a pistol, the source of the glare, and was in the process of returning it to its holster. He cocked his head at James, as if curious. "How's it hanging, son?"

A amn walked in through the front door and gave a wide smile. "Great..." he suddenly twisted his neck back and around then gave a slight screathch. 'that felt good..." Starting over to where he saw Ekial sitting, long, dark, leathery wings seamed to just sprout forth from his back, his clothes unchanged in any way, and with a few small flaps, he was lifted up and landed within seconds. "Talking to a little girl? Eh Ekail?" he didnt let on in any as if how the hell he knew the guys name, or how he sawe the woman, he merely spoke the words, a sligth amount of amusment within his voice as he did.