Shien blinked for a moment to two at Legion's healing, then jumped back slightly at the uppercut. He blinked a few more times, and said "Okay, regeneration. Lovely." and sighed. He pushed his glasses back correctly onto his face and cracking his knuckled once more.

"Lemme guess. The great Archdemon Legion. Or do you prefer Lock still?" Shien shrugged slightly. "I can't say I'm too informed on you, really. When I was one of the 'Gods' of this world, your name popped up a few times." and he simply let it at that.

Shien shrugged and said "I think most of them meant 'The great pain in the ass', but I'm sure a few of them-" he was cut off by Legion's dash. He jumped back out of the way in the nick of time, almost. His shirt was sliced, and a few thin cuts marked the skin below, but he'd avoided a deep wound.

Shien sighed and patted his chest, confirming his torso wasn't going to just slide off from the blow. He chuckled for some off reason, then rushed at Legion. He had just lifted his leg for a kick towards the Demon's face...

When his wounded leg decided it didn't like getting his entire weight put in it. A jab of pain coursed through him, and the kick turned into a weak, fumbled stomp towards Legion's shoulder.

Alex watches Legion's abilities then shakes his head. "God... he's like... like him..."

Shien being unable to move his leg at this point, closes one eye and grits his teeth. A split second later, it feels like Legion had just ripped his leg OFF. The pain was blinding, and he managed to fall over, clutching the now open wound.

He growled, and said through gritted teeth "Bite me, pretty boy." before pushing himself up onto his feet again. He staggers a bit on his leg, then grabs onto a neatly placed piece of rubble, holding himself up. "Okay, now you die."

Once again, there was a tearing sound, but instead of his wings simply waving around, they all shot forward at Legion instantly, aiming in a scattered fashion, trying to prevent him from escaping it unharmed.

Alex wavers, watching the fight, not knowing if he should help Shien or not... Instinctivly, he places his hand upon his .44 Magnum, ready to use it if need be.

Shien grinned at Legion and said "Oh yes. They slice, they dice and of course, they impale nicely too." as the wing Legion found himself impaled on drew back and then slammed into the ground. Legion now found himself trapped between..well..A rock and a sharp place.

Shien's other wings began to sway around rapidly, then seemed to flow backwards. They all connected into a single point, like a mass of swords, and slammed forward at Legion, aiming to join the other wing in his chest.

No pleased at all with the idea of nine other wings lodged into his chest, Legion, with some effort, rips himself away from the first wing, creating a massive gash in his chest.

Vomiting blood and gasping, a familliar glow envelopes the massive wound.

((I realized recently every time I use Legion I break one of my own rules about no healing. Not that the arena really needs rule anymore xD))

"intigrate..." Suddenly Alex was enveloped in his own sort of glow, and was then suddenly covered in a sort of techno-organic armor, his face somewhat shiny looking, as if his whole body and genetic make up had changed. His eyes, still blue, now had robotic like movements within, tiny vein-like wires sprouting out and all over. Several peices of metal came around and rapped his face, forming a helmit of sorts, red eyes glowing as a glimmering scar shown forth going down the left eye. Bringing his ahdn down, he brought up the .44 magnum, thread like parts of his arm exploding outwards and wrapping around the gun as well as his arm, foring into what could only be seen as a Cannon, which he then fired quickly streight towards Legion. "he is no different..." his voice was slightly different sounding, as if placed through a techno modifier, slightly digitized.

Shien was about to launch another attack at Legion when he heard what could only be described as a cannon fire. He turned, and watched Alex fire at Legion. Before the blast could hit, however, Shein's wings shot forward and wrapped around Legion, then yanked him out of the way roughly and let go, letting him slide across the rubble as the blast hit and blew the part of the stands Legion had been in, to bits.

Shien growled and whipped around to face Alex, his eyes glowing softly and his wings flailing around him rapidly. From the way it looked, it was as if he was surrounded by a black flame. He yelled from the stands "This is my fight. You can have him when I'm done, but this is my fight right now. Don't disturb it." and then turned to face Legion once more.

Shien yelled slightly, then attempted to jump out of the way of the energy. Instead, he simoky managed to get caught up in the blast better and fly towards a wall. He lost conciousness for a moment from the blast, then awoke in time to send his wings forth into a wall, stopping him from hitting it.

He turned in place, and his wings began to 'walk' for him, up the wall. It looked odd, really, the cloth shooting into the stone and moving him. He made it across to near Legion, and instead of attempting to get TO him, he attempted to get Legion to himself. Two of the wings remained firmly planted in the roof, while the others shot forth, crossing the long distance easily and attempting to wrap around Legion.

She woke with a start, loud crashing and bangs everywhere.
"What the heck is going on?"

Standing up, she brushed the hair out of her face. She took a small ribbon and tied the end of her hair, then she formed a bun with the untied part of her hair and put the pins in. Walking over to the edge of the roof, she saw the horrific fight that had broke out.

The sound of charging energy is heard from directly behind legion's head. "Your just like Him you bastard..." the digitized yet human sounding voice comes forth, Alex's helmit splitting apart and opening to reveal his face, glimmering crystal of the star upon his forhead glowing.

"I could get hurt?" Laughs and whips her hair back. She jumped off of the roof, and as she fell she twisted her body around to aim her hands at the ground. An entire ball of water formed just as she hit it, and her feet sofly hit the ground as the water just as suddenly dissapated(sp:P).

The threads whipped back and unwrapped from the gun, Alex jumping up and over to the side of the building, then ran along the side of it in almost an anamlistic manner, faster than any human or most beings could even reach, his helmit wrapping back around and sliding into place. Bringing his hand back to his back, a handle and hilt slide out and he wripps it forth, holstering his gun in one smooth motion, jumpin up and lunging towards Legion.

Shien sighed and swung out of way of the orb, letting it harmlessly hit the ceiling..Although, maybe not so harmlessly. The ceiling began to crack, and before Shien could react, the chunk he was clinging to decided to come crashing to the earth. He was instantly buried under several feet of rubble, and not too happy about it.

For a moment, nothing happend. Then a single wing shot up from the rock, followed in a row by the others. They started at the top of the rubble on Shien, then began to slice through it and the others around him. Finally, he pushed his way up through the now broken rubble and said "Damn that hurt." and sighed. He climbed out, and into the middle of the Arena, and grimaced.

Blood was now pouring through the cloth on his leg, a fact he was not pleased about, but what really annoyed him was the fact his left arm appeared to have been broken by the fall from the roof, and the gigantic pile of rubble landing on it. He was holding it with his right arm, and mumbling curses under his breath.

"Damn demon." he said, as his wings reared back again. This time however, they started to grow again, before whipping towards Legion in the same attack he used again Ty.

The wing would shoot forward as cloth, then harden the second before impacting, then turn back to cloth and bounce back to Shien, where it would fly back at Legion and repeat the process.

Stuck in a rather deep fissure under the Arena, Tor had whiled away his time by making himself a nice blindfold out of a section of his satchel's handle and a spare belt buckle, and had finally decided to take a nice nap.
Unfortunately, said nap had just been interrupted by a worrying feeling that something very bad was about to happen. The sounds of a fight filtered down from above but he was sure that wasn't it. So... what was it?
Oh.

"Oh....Hell! Not now. Please? I haven't even got used to this yet!"

Well. The time for a nice relaxing climb would be later. Now was the time to get the hell out of this hole in the ground. Luckily, the rock here was fairly homogenous....
From the arena floor, dust started to rise from a neat circular area around the fissure as a low-frequency noise started to build. Within seconds it had reached a notable volume as the ground began to resonate sympathetically. As soon as it reached a certain level the entire half-sphere of arena floor collapsed down the fissure, disintergrating into dust as it slid down in a worrying calvacade of rocks, pebbles, dust and noise.
When the dust finally settled, Tor found himself back on the surface, if at the bottom of another new crater.

Down in the crater, Tor had only just got his bearings when a healthy volley of obscenity was launched from the crater walls. He recognised the voice as belonging to Hayate's little friend, but the name eluded him for the moment

"Me? Oh, I just pop up randomly. Now, I'm in a hurry and in a bit of a bad mood. Just tell me where the most stable bit of the stands are, would you?"

"I think they would be up here," a voice rang from one set of stands.

Standing on one of the bleachers, a lone female figure watched them with a placid expression. She wore a dark green duster, with a black shirt and pants. Her gloves and knee-high boots were a dark brown leather. Her jet-black hair, feathered and cut short to chin length, framed her pale face and emerald eyes.

On each hip, a brown leather sheath carried a sword. One sword's pommel bore a red stone, the other a black stone. She smirked slightly, one hand gently stroking the hilt of the red-stoned sword.

"I've been hoping we would meet again, Toryu," she said. "Fancy meeting you here, of all places." She glanced toward the other fighters in the arena. "I apologize for interrupting. I haven't seen this young man in a long while...and it seems his powers haven't faded at all." She gestured toward the crater. "For those that care, my name is Varina."

Shien sighed and yanked his wings back fully, not really caring if any hit the Weird gunman. His hovered in the air slightly, glancing to the new figures. He shook his head slightly, then said "And the circus keeps getting larger." before 2 pairs of wings on each side shoved into the ground and walked him across the arena, to a still intact part of the wall. He 'climbed' up it, and upto the ceiling.

He crossed his arms slightly as a pair of his wings shot up and lodged into the ceiling. He didn't seem willing to move now, deciding to let things sort themselves out. No reason for him to fight, and his leg was getting annoying. He eyed the man who leveled the arena strangely. He could feel a quiet power in the man, a power he wasn't sure even he cared to test.

As for the woman, the second he looked at her, all he could feel was a certain..Displacement. It wasn't as if she was out of place, or odd in any way..But she just seemed like she didn't belong somehow. It was hard for him to place, really. He just kept staring at her, ignoring the other people for now.

Varina glanced up at the man on the ceiling, smirking. "Impressive," she said. "An interesting way to get away from a fight." She pulled a scarlet scarf from her waist, and wrapped it around her neck. She realized that the hanging man was still watching her. "Checking me out, are we, or are you sizing me up for a fight? If it's the former, go right ahead. If it's the latter, well, I'm only here for one man, and it isn't you."

Shien smirked slightly, and said in the same voice he had spoken in during the fight with Ty's cat, that echoing voice that seemed to reach every nook and cranny of the arena "I have no intention of fighting you. I'm wounded, and very very tired. I was simply..Admiring those blades of yours." he said. It wouldn't be obvious he was lying to most people, but he was really interested in the woman herself.

He couldn't quite place that feeling, that of..Lost. He shrugged slightly, and one of his wings fluttered slightly in the wind, before snapping back into place.

Alex was slashed accross the chest, slicing his arm off and agood chunk of the rest of his body, falling into the crator, a digitized moan escaping his lips before the threads that had surounded the gun before slwoly crept out and began forming a new arm.

Within a moment, Alex was back up, turned away from Legion, his good arm catching the palm attack, his other arm regenerating slowly. "your fast..." his hand gripped legion's hand, snapping the fingers back and twisting a she turned slowly, his turning body causing more twisting to occur, his other arm regenerating fully by the time he had finished turning.

The Demon grimaced as his arm was twisted apart, and then grinned when faced by the Alex, "It's gonna take more than that to make me say 'uncle'."

Reeling back his other arm and straightening his fingers, Legion tilts his hand and thrusts it at Alex's chest in an effort to impale him.

((Cookie to whoever knows what Demon-ish anime character does that move :D))

Fuck.

"You're awfully persistent, you know that?"

Well. Look on the bright side. She might go easy on you now that you're injured. On the other hand, I haven't heard the local Flying Pig squadron rev up recently.

He smiled up at his old friend and drew his sword. Somehow, it just about gathered enough light to gleam as he tried to decide which hand to use it in. This was essential, as he hadn't got the hand-.. um.. other sense co-ordination required to swap wildly during a fight. Always assuming they didn't just end up glassing the arena first, mind.

"I'm afraid that this won't be quite as entertaining as usual, but I'll see what I can do, eh?

Varina gave him a wry smile. "Pretty eager to get me out of here, eh? I only just got here, making myself comfortable, and now you're already drawing Durandal on me? Besides, I'd hate to interrupt the little fight going on over there. I wouldn't want to have someone caught in the crossfire."

Despite this, she also drew her swords, tossing her hair. "That and I notice you're injured...that wouldn't be a fair fight, now would it? And you've got a blindfold on, too. Suddenly get blinded or something since the last time?"

"You've never let me get away easily yet, why should I assume you will now? You know how much I love our little scraps, anyway."

He 'looked around' the arena, trying to gauge a feel for where everyone else is, before continuing. Varina's new angle had thrown him off-balance somewhat and he was willing to capitalise there.

"Yeah, I had an unfortunate accident involving a rather large claw and several million volts. ...So... what now?"

Varina grinned. "That's what I like to hear. Raring to fight, even though you look like the devil himself tried to kill you." She carefully made her way over the bleachers, approaching Tor with the same calm serenity she'd used when entering. "And you're right. I never have let you get away that easily." She looked around the arena. "This place certainly looks worse for wear...Hayate was here, yes? I think I see a few of his feathers. Might explain why the arena looks like a disaster area...on top of what you did, that is."

She stopped just ten paces from Toryu - a distance that would be very easy for either of them to close. She still stood on the bleachers, giving her the advantage of height, but she knew full well how easily he'd be able to attack her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down, her smirk never fading. "Well, I suppose there's no time like the present. If you're ready, Aesir Vanas, you can try to take me out."

Behind the blindfold, Tor's eyes narrowed. He flexedhis free hand, acheiving without seeming to do anything the kind of thing that usually requires three episodes of screaming, alot of bleach and impressive hairgel. His lack of aura non-impressively failed to manifest itself around him as he replied.

"Now's not the time for name calling, Miss Deschain. We're both adults now. We can buy our own insurance and everything."

He smiled worryingly and adjusted the blindfold with his thumbs before charging Varina, sword poised to strike.

Varina's eyes widened at the sound of the old name, but she had no time to fire back. She leaped aside, then let her hands out behind her, swords pointed outward, as she dashed past Tor over the remaining bleachers toward the arena floor.

Tor heard Varina leap away and tried to counter. Unfortunately, his blindess conspired with her agility to defeat him as one blade slammed into his side, sending him spinning to the ground. Before he hit the ground though, he'd already formed a quick and easy fireball and loosed it off in the last direction he'd heard Varina go.

"You are cordially invited to bite me!"

Varina grinned as she felt Lofn make contact with Toryu - it wasn't a serious blow by any means, just a nice smack with the side of the blade. It would definitely leave a mark, however.

But just as she jumped off the last bleacher to get to the floor, something struck her in the small of her back. She cried out as she felt a burning pain erupt on her skin, and tried to recollect herself in time to keep from falling flat on her face. She managed to skid on her hands and feet, glaring up at Toryu.

"You know, Tor, good boys shouldn't say that. After all, a pretty girl like myself might take you up on that invitation!"

Leaving her swords on the ground, she formed a quick weapon of her own - a four-pointed shuriken made of air - and hurled it back at Toryu.

Alex was impaled through the chest like a hot knife through butter, him looking down to see the arm, then back up to legions face. 'fuck you..." He slammed his fist into legion's face, then kicked upwards, to knock him away, his other arm slamming into the side of Legion's now empaling arm.

"Aye aye. I'd better watch out then."

While he couldn't see anything, he could hear the wind-blade as it sliced though the air and realised he couldn't dodge it in time. Of course, to dodge would imply weakness. And in one of his preferred elements, too. That would be bad.
Just before it would have hit, the wind-blade was crushed by a massive rush of air that was not so much wind-blade as wind freight-train. It tore across the arena towards Varina, hurling dust and bystanders into the air as it passed.

Varina stiffened as she realized what Toryu had done. Snatching up her swords, she pressed the pommels together. There was a blinding flash of light, but then she was holding a dual-sword in her hands - Marianne. Varina could feel the giant rush of wind getting closer. Raising Marianne above her head, she slashed downward to create a slicing wave of her own. The rush of wind was split in two, with just a small gap in between. Varina knelt down, spearheading Marianne into the ground before her, as she braced for the impact. She could feel the wind burning against her arms, trying to pull her along with it. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold onto Marianne's handle. But the wind's strength was too much. She was pulled away from her tether, and slammed into a wall at the opposite end of the arena.

"Fuck me? How forward!" Before Legion could do any more mocking, he spits out a bloody tooth and moves backwards, in time to see his arm snapped in an impossible position making the Demon grind his teeth.

"Easy there tiger, don't be so rough! It's my first time!" Legion backs off a bit to give himself time to restore his mangled arms, carefully listening to the other battle taking place. The man had looked like Hayate, but that women was calling him 'Tor.' He'd need to investigate this later.

Tor levered himself off of the ground using his sword after he'd heard Varina slam into the wall. With a smile he whirled around, facing in the rough direction he'd heard the crash.

"Guess you're getting rusty in your old age. Oh well."

Lightning rippled down his arm as he extended it towards where he thought Varina was. It balled up briefly in the palm of his hand before bursting out in a boiling lance of plasma that seared across the arena.

Varina raised her head, eyes narrowed. She'd wound up in a small crater, and her head and back hurt like hell. She gritted her teeth as she saw the lightning on Tor's arm. "Playtime's over then," she muttered. Taking a pose similar to Tor's, she lashed out her hands toward him. A wave of blue flame shot toward him, directly toward the lance of lightning. Varina wasn't even sure if the flames would destroy it or not, but she could take no chances. She jumped down and rushed back toward Marianne, pulling her from where she'd been stuck in the floor. "One more time, old friend," she said. Then she slammed Marianne back toward the earth, this time sending a huge shockwave through the ground toward Toryu.

The crackle of the lighting mingled with the rush of flame and the sounds of the demon shouting, thoughourly disorienting Tor. The flames rushed into him and he staggered back, only to be hurled to the ground when a shockwave rippled through the ground beneath him.
When the stars faded, he spat out some dust and shook his head to clear out the little birds.

"Once more, same as before," he said, as he clambered back to his feet, "old foe."

He brought his blade around over his head, slamming it into the ground. It rebounded with massive force, cracks rippling up the blade and tearing across the ground towards Varina with equal vigour.

Alex growled, the whole where he ahd been impaled regenerating, bringing his blade out he glared at Legion. "Everything about you makes me sick I..." suddenly he gripped his chest and doubled over. "not... again..." He suddenly howled in pain, his helmit slpitting back and jagged teath coming frothf rom his lips, his face lenghtening and ears coming froth from the top of his head, his legs turning backwards ina sickening twist and a long tale shooting out from his spinal column. the new figure growled as the transformation finished before finally standing back up on his hind legs and smiled.
"Legion... we meet at last."

Just as Varina pulled Marianne from the ground, she saw the shockwave barreling toward her. "Aw hell," she muttered. She dove to the side, barely avoiding the brunt of the shockwave as she rolled over the ground. She got to her feet, and looked up at Toryu.

How to attack him...I can't just run at him, he'll hear me. And he'll hear anything I throw at him, too. Hmmph. I wonder...

She gripped Marianne's handle as the light flared briefly once more, then held Lofn and Alf in her hands. Silently and carefully, she drove Alf's blade into the earth, gripping his hilt. The stone in his pommel began to glow with the magic she poured into him. Then she released him. As she did, the magic created a tremor, both in the air and earth. Adjusting her grip on Lofn, Varina began to charge toward Toryu.

Time for a more frontal approach.

*Nataro walks in, looks at the damage*

...thank the lord for insurance.

*with dancing fingers, Nataro slowly wills a few of the damaged stands back together, humming a veshatein tune as he worked, seemingly oblivious to the fighting around him*

Shien's eyes continued to try and observe both fights, and failing quite well. He'd find himself staring upon Tor and Varina quite often, and ignoring Legion and the other man's fight altogather. He was smoking now, as he almost always seemed to do, and had a small cloud of smoke hanging about him.

He sighed, and chanced a glance around the place, and shook his head. He hated the arena's current state, really. All the debris made it hard to move and fight, and the gigantic holes in the ground were deathtraps. He glanced at the man, magically fixing the stands and smirked. An idea came to him, one he should have thought of before, really.

He lifted his hand and flexed his fingers inward, looking very much like he was trying to make a claw with his gloved hand. The smoke clouding around him seemed to respond to the movement, and began to float downward upon the arena's flooring. It settled, turning into a thick cloud covering a square part of the floor. It sat there for a bit, then seemed to sink lower until it touched the ground. Then, it began to shoot off into small snakes of smoke.

First, it shot towards the debris litering the ground. The smoke covered the bits, and shot them to their proper holes in the arena's walls and ceiling, then seemed to solidify into rocks that held the parts in place. It was done in mere seconds, and gathered all the various stone. When that was done, more smoke shot off the square cloud on the floor, towards the fissures in the floor.

Shien decided to be creative here, and instead of simply filling them with Smoke-Stone, decided on the tasteful method. The smoke shot into the fissure and all was silent for a few seconds, then pillars of smoke would shoot up rapidly, and connect to the ceiling. Eventully, every hole was filled and then of course, the final bit of smoke in the center of the arena shot about, filling any holes in the walls or ceiling it could find.

Shien smirked at his work, which in true fashion, had taken about thirteen seconds, give or take. His wings 'walked' him over to a pillar, and from that pillar a small ledge grew out, which Shien then sat upon. His wings wrapped around him, even the ones previously in the ceiling, and he continued to watch the fights, although once again he was concentrating on the Tor fight.

It was obvious such a display of mass..Power, had taken it's toll on him. No more fighting unless he had to, he thought. He looked a tad weaker, but the real fatigue was on his powers. No more smoke control for a bit.

With the combination of rolling shockwaves, rampant changes in air pressure from stone appearing from thin air and his own splitting headache, Tor was completely disoriented. He wasn't stupid enough to say in one place though and had just crouched down with intention to roll away, when Varina barreled into him at fairly high speed. The energy bolt he'd been holding in his hand went flying and blew a neat molten hole out of the restored roof as the two combatants ended up in a somewhat undignified heap.

"What the bloody hell?!"

*soon, Nataro had finished with the stands, and smiled at his work. he took a seat near the top, seemingly noticing the strife for the first time.*

"It makes it so ackward that I have no idea who you are, besides someone with a transformation fetish," Legion glances at the combined efforts of Nataro and Shien toward the arena's reconstruction, raising an eyebrow.

Shaking his head, Legion performs a series of backflips, putting distance between himself and Alex, "I hope this form of yours is at least mildly entertaining, otherwise I'm wasting my time."

"Gotcha!" Varina said with a grin, raising herself up into a sitting position. She paid no mind to the fact that she was now straddling Tor's waist - she had him down, that was what mattered.

"Well, what to do now," she said teasingly, twirling Lofn in her hand, while her other hand created two bonds of air for Tor's wrists. "I've got you down...in much faster time than usual. It'd be so easy to slit your throat right now..." She giggled softly, bringing Lofn close to Tor's throat. "But first...as much as the thought disgusts me, I'll take you up on that invitation." Like a snake, she bent forward and nipped sharply at Tor's neck.

He smiled a toothy smile, walking slowly towards legion. "Form?... oh, you must be meening my... well 'other' I guess you could say..." he smirked. "Dont confuse me for that pussy... I for one am very fun to play with, depending on whom is playing with me..." he smirked again. "Dont confuse me for that ass of an other half... I'm Tij." he chuckled then bowed. "legion, it is quite an honor. Really, it is. You have quite a reputation about you... and a story if i do remember..." he walked up slwoly forth towards legion then shook his head. 'you know, i could go on and on which i'd be happy to do... but what i really want is well..." he was behind legion in a flash, kicking him in the back then sending a long chain like blade from inside his hand, catching Legion mid air, then whipping him behind him, sending him against a wall. "Really i'd like to see how well you are at fighting..." his arm mutated into a very different form of that familiar gun that Alex had used, a duel cannon rifle, and began sending quickfire blasts Legions way, walking towards him slowly.

Well, this isn't good.
Well, it is, but this isn't really the time. *cough* Hmm...

Time for a different approach maybe?

"Ow! Damnit, you certainly know how to leave a mark. Have you been having practice?"

"Well, in a sense, it was you. Which disgusts me. But in another sense, it wasn't you, which makes me glad. But regretfully, it wasn't recent practice. Myabe that's why I'm so playful now...just needed to blow off some steam."

She paused, glancing at Lofn, before smiling. "Lofn says you look quite cute this way. She can't imagine why I would hate you so much. Oh, if she only knew..."

"Yeah, the whole 'saving your life' thing. Most people don't become psychotic killing machines as a way of saying thankyou."

With some effort, he reaches up and flicks the blade that's being waved over his neck.

"Yannow, your gods are dead. 's not point in anthopomorphising a lump of metal."

Varina's smirk instantly vanished, and her eyes narrowed. "Because of you, I saw my own rape and death, then saw my lover dead on the ground - while his 'twin' was standing right next to me, no less. You tell me why I should thank you. God knows what you had planned for me from the start after saving me, too...you arrogant, selfish ass."

"Do you have any idea how many times I saw that? Hayate asked me, during one of his few moments of clarity, to save him. I couln't just kill him, so I thought that if I could save you, then Aesir wouldn't die and hell, perhaps things could be happier. You think I don't have issues there?"

With worrying speed, he grabbed one of his less-used weapons, an original Garret AR-0 revolver and pressed it into Varina's forehead.

"Like it? It's the 1861 model.I know for a fact that it won't kill you, but I really have to be off."

And with that, he shot her.

Varina was knocked several feet back from the shot, landing on the dirt well away from Toryu. For several moments she lay perfectly still, Lofn having flown from her hand. Then her leg slowly moved, and a hand slowly raised up to her forehead.

"Nice way to tell me to get the hell away," she muttered aloud. She sat up, rubbing the hole in her head. "Hmmph. I suppose I should leave as well. We'll finish this some other time."

Without further ado, she turned to pick up her beloved swords. But before leaving, she looked over her shoulder at Tor. "And Toryu...if you see Hayate...tell him Elissa is alright." With that, she left the arena.

A laugh came as the shots seased to fire, the echoing laughter seming to pass throughout the arena all over, surounding.

"who ever said I would?..."

From behind, Tij suddenly grabbed Legion by the neck and lifted him up, tossed him slightly, then slammed the gun into his back and fired, jumped up afterwards and brought his own serrated blade forth, a very much more wicked looking version of the orginal sword, stabbing it into legion's chest and flipping him so Tij was on top, then launched him downwards, that laughter never seasing.

Tij maid a sound of a slight howl as the beam hit him, buirning away a good 70% of his body. he roared then, in anger, his body rapidly rejuvinating, much faster than Alex had, his claw coming down, aimed at Legion's throat.

Tij slowly let go of Legion's neck,l backing away, his face regenerating after such an explosion, a smile forming upon his lips as it did. "Your very good... and once you re able to talk again... I'd like to speak to you about a proposition that i have for someone with a reputation such as yours." he smiled again then twitched sligghtly. "Gah... my time is short..."

Tij smiled. "Not much... just a little help in your life... if you can guess, we have our simmilarities... however different." he apused for a moment, alowing the demeon's anger to waver as it may. "First i ask what it is you are doing in this world... constantly icking who and what you wish... people resent you yet you exist... why? the fact that you do not have the lauxary of suicide as a tool as escape?"

He chuckled. 'you cant possibly die, so you will live and contin ue living untill time ends, and then what? Then what would you do?" he chuckled. "continue living? All alone, with nothing but your own damn self to anoy?" he shook his head. "I am like you in a since, unable to escape such a place as pitiful as another's body... but as you can see, i mathc you in power... or so i could image, we were both holding back tramendously..." he sneered.

He chuckled thren shook his head. "you really are a smart one..." Suddenly he began twitching slightly again. "fuck..." he smiled as if it wa sa burdan on him to do so. "I wished not to waste your time... but we will meet again..." he turned and ran, holding his arm, it twitching horribly.

Somewhere in the stands, Tor stands up. Much to his embarrasment, he'd got the position of the door wrong when making his dramatic exit and had fallen over the first row of chairs. Not wishing to have a further fight, he'd elected to remain silent until he was sure she'd gone.
The fight between the demon and the other had proved to be interesting listening, although for once he was content with missing the visuals. Now, however, he'd decided that if Varina was here, he'd better get to getting the hang of navigating and fighting while blind and quickly.

In front of him, a small cyan glow formed in the air, slowly expanding to be about 2 metres high. When it reached it's full extent, it burst into a circle of blackness bordered with cyan and Tor hopped into the portal. As soon as he went in, the portal began it's collapsed, then stopped. It remained hanging in the air, about an inch wide and making a faint hum.

*seeing that the action is over, he gets up from his seat. Before leaving, though, he examines the small cyan ring. He is tempted for a moment to eat it, seeing that it was good energy, but changed his mind and left*

Shien blinked a few times, and stretched. He'd fallen asleep at some point, perched on the small ledge jutting from one of the pillars. He glanced about the arena a bit, noticing everyone had simply..vanished. He shrugged a bit, then stretched. He let out a small yawn, and dropped down from the pillar. His wings had sunk back into his back and he landed on his feet. He grimaced a bit as he remembered the wound on his leg, and the pain is caused on landing.

He limped over to the stands and proceeded to lose himself in them, finding a ample bench and curling up with his trenchcoat to sleep off the wound and the fatigue the fighting had brought on. He'd have to deal with Legion some other time, he thought to himself as he dozed off. Had he been awake for even a split second longer, he could have noticed..Something.

It seemed to 'float' into the arena from a doorway. A large purple..Cloud? No, it seemed to be walking, and the 'cloud' effect was from the fact it was a giant cloak. Several sizes too large for the person wearing it, even though the person had to be seven feet tall. There was no visable face, but that was explained away as the fact it was wearing a hood. It moved silently, the cloak flowing past his feet and disturbing the ground but not seeming to pick up dust or the like.

The figure halted in the middle of the arena and lifted it's covered head. A hand lifted from the folds of the cloak, seeming to fade from inside it outward and touched one of the pillars rising from the arena floor. The hand was thin, like that of a womans, and the arms was very, very thin. The hand itself was gloved, purple like that cloak. The arm was also covered, in some thick type of cloth that seemed to enhance how large the arm was, making an exact size difficult to determine.

The hood slide from the person's face slowly, as if some unseen force had slid it off. The first thing noticable was white. His hair was white, almost blinding and seemed to actually cast a soft glow on the pillar close to his hair. It was unkempt, but not dirty, and fell into the cloak, down to his neck. His face was not seen, not because of the hair, but because a white, wooden mask covered it. It had a single, slightly large slit over the right eye that revealed it and a bit of the skin to the sides of it, but nothing else. The skin seemed black, charcoal black and the eyebrows and eyelashes were also white. There was also a thin slit over the where the person's mouth would be, showing pale purple lips and more charcoal skin.

The person's eye moved about slowly, taking in the various parts of the arena. He seemed utterly fascinated by it, by the immensity of the structure and the obvious tales etched in every bit of it. Even with Shien's remodeling, the place still seemed very much like it had. The person finally let his hand slip back into his cloak, and seemed to sink to his knees next to the pillar. Underneath the cloak, there was a soft rustling and a soft voice, not unlike that of a childs, but hollow, like spoken from a wooden tube, spoke from somewhere beneath the large cloak. "Master? You said you'd let me out of the cloak when we got here." and the person smirked underneath his mask. They whispered something, not audible even if you were standing right next to him, but whatever was under his cloak heard, and there was a small sigh.

Sarm's skittering towards the exit seems to catch the man's attention, and he turns slightly. The next movement is simply a flash of purple, but it would appear the man stood up very quickly, leapt into the air and kicked off the pillar, landing infront of Sarm in a very evil looking wave of cloth. It settled on the ground slowly, and the man lifted his head, the hood off so his mask was visable.

"Well hello there. You seem to be in a hurry and while I hate to waylay you, I'd like to inquire as you why you're scurrying off like a scared rabbit. It wouldn't have to do anything with me, now would it?" his voice was..cheerful, really. From his dress and movement, you'd expect some sort of evil echo or demonic voice, but really he seemed oddly..kind. It wasn't anything special, he just seemed to emit a small feeling of..Warmth, despite the obvious dark nature he presented.

As Sarm turned around, he would notice infront of him a small pile of light brown rocks. It hadn't been there before, so presumably it had dropped from the person's cloak as he leapt over him, perhaps? Regardless, it was there now. Something seemed to chuckle, and the rocks began to pile ontop of one another, forming a very small, about 2 feet tall, humanoid pile of rocks, complete with skinny rock fingers.

There was a small giggle, and the same voice that had spoken before, from beneath the man's cloak came from the 'golem' and said "Hi! i'm Sorte. You look scaaaared. Did Master scare you? He always does that, people think he looks weird. I don't think so, he looks cool! Do you think he looks cool? I don't look so cool, Panicio always picks on me cause I'm so small. Whats your name?" it came out as a small blur of words and questions that seemed to be shot off, rapid fire style.

Had Sarm cared to look, he would have noticed the man was kneeling down and admirably holding back a loud bit of laughter, supressing them to small giggles.

The innocent looking rock creature seemed to 'blink' a few times, and resumed it's machinegun words. "Whats the matter? You look confused. Being confused is really funny sometimes, but others is scaaary. Whatcha confused about? Huh? Huh?" and began to jump about Sarm, until something seemed to catch it and lift it up.

The creature struggled for a bit, then sighed and crossed it's arms. "Panicio, you're no fun." and a soft chuckle seemed to emit from the air around them. "Well, if you wern't so annoying, I wouldn't have to spoil your fun." same a soft voice. If you paid close enough attention, you could see the faint image of..something. Almost ghostly. Upon closer inspection, it was actually a large cloud of dust with a arm seeming to grow out of it, also made of dust, that was holding 'Sorte' by his head. The dust would apparently by the Panicio he was speaking too.

"Forgive me, forgive me. My friends like to argue and tease one another, but they mean no harm." came the person's voice once more. He stood up slowly, and his hand snaked out of the cloak and grapsed Sorta, pulling him from the cloud and pulling him into his arms, cradling him like a child. "Sorte is rather young, I'll admit. He hasn't adjusted to the world, you must forgive." he said as a faint smile played across his lips. Sorte seemed to snuggle into the man's arms and chirped softly.

"Ah, my manners. I am Fortuna. Fortuna, Guida. This being you have met, is Sorte, a golem of sorts. The one you don't see, is Panicio, A dust elemental." he said. From the air next to Sarm, something seemed to appear from the air. It was humanoid, but devoid of any features like eyes, nose, mouth or even clothes. It was slightly gray, like dust, and was atleast eight feel tall. It stood next to Sarm like some sort of ghost, and once again it's voice echoed "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier." and a small line drew itself across Panicio's face, blackish, like a smile.

Fortuna again piped up "They can be startling, but I assure you they are quite friendly and peaceful. Now, since you have met all of us, may I presume to ask your name?" he said. Sorte chirped again in his arms, and he chuckled as he petted it's head. "Cute, isn't he?"

.....
Sarm faints.

Fortuna blinked a few times, and sighed. "Panicio, take Sorte. He's fallen asleep and I'd like to revive our friend here." he said as he handed the sleeping golem to the dust cloud. Panicio took Sorte and shrugged, hugging him gently to his 'chest' as he stepped back.

Fortuna mumbled something and his hands raised from his cloak slowly, to shoulder level, outstretched towards Sarm. He muttered 'Lets hope this works' and he lowered his arms and took a few quick steps back. He glanced down at the ground for a moment, the nodded slightly.

There was a rumbling sound, like that of a train rushing through a tunnel, except it came from below them. A small hole seemed to open in the ground and a small stream of water shot up into the air, sending water into Sarm. And then another, and another and another until there was a puddle of water around Sarm. Then, of course, the ground cracked and a gigantic pillar of water shot up, carrying Sarm up into it and then sinking back down into the ground.

Fortuna walked over to the now totally soaked Sarm and nudged him with his foot. "Are you awake? Or breathing, for that matter. I might have killed the poor boy." and he crossed his arms under his cloak.

*Cough* *Cough* GASP!

Sarm rolls over and gets to his knees, but sinks down a bit as he chokes on all of the muddy water he just inhaled.
Why me...why me...
Sarm stands back up and looks up at Fortuna, but he really doesn't know what to say. Fortuna's height is intimidating him.

Fortuna kneels down a bit, putting himself at eye level..or mask level, really, with Sarm. He doesn't really seem particularly concerned in his expression, really, and a small smirk on his face. "Well now. Are you alright? You fainted, so I decided to..Erm...Help you up. If you'd like, I could dry you clothes too." he said. It was obvious in the way he spoke that his method of 'drying' would be similar to the way he'd 'helped' Sarm.

NO!
Sarm leaps back at Fortuna's proposal.
I...I'll dry off myself. Thank you.

Fortuna shrugged and once again stood back up to full height. "Ah well." and chuckled. Panicio, whom to this point had been standing in the background, poking and cooing with Sorte, snapped back into his normal, relaxed pose and coughed slightly.

Fortuna grinned under the mask and said "Well, my boy, you never did answer my question. Your name, I mean." he leaned down again, staring Sarm face to face once more.

My name? Sa-aaaaamuel.
...is there anything behind that Halloween mask? It's kinda creepy.

Fortuna smirked slightly, and said "It is? I never noticed. " and he chuckled as he stood back up to full height. "Why yes, Samuel, there is something behind my mask. A face. And I made this myself, thank you very much, it's not a Halloween mask." He grinned and patted Sarm's head slightly. "So what excatly is a...No offense, rather jumpy person such as yourself, doing in a place where blood, gore and violence are commonplace?" he asked

A bad idea...
It wasn't like this when I got here. I thought it'd be, well...fun. I was just leaving.
Sarm shifts from one leg to the other in a nervous motion.

*with a "puff", like air being forced through a can, Nataro pops into existence in the middle of the room. He glances around the room, nods, and walks over to retrieve a small red orb that he must have left on his seat. before leaving, he notices the two strange folk on the other end of the arena.*

Fortuna chuckled, and crossed his arms under his cloak, shaking his head as he did so. "I see. Rather interesting how a place is viewed, is it not? Here we have a place where men and women have fought and bled in combat, died and dismembered for glory and yet here you are thinking it will be 'fun'." Fortuna grinned slightly under the mask.

He uncrossed his arms and said "I belive it's time someone taught you the true meaning of the Arena, wouldn't you?" there was a certain undertone to his voice. A chill in it, almost. Panicio looked up and shook his head, before swiftly moving over towards the stands and sitting down infront of them, still holding Sorte.

Fortuna smirked, then raised his arm from underneath the cloak. He held a small dagger in his hand, tip first, by the index finger and thumb. "You first, Samuel. I don't belive you get to leave until you've proven you understand what walking into this place means."

Fortuna sighed and leapt up, taking Sarm with him. He spun around quickly in the air, sending Sarm flying out of the cloak and towards the center of the arena. Fortuna landed quickly, and made a quick gesture with his hands. The ground where Sarm was going to land suddenly shot upward in a 'pillar', which turned into a hand, and grabbed him.

The hand pulled him to the spot and let go, before sliding back into the ground, the spot returning to normal. Fortuna flexed his hands, the blade in his right hand falling to the ground. He let his hands fall back into his cloak, and said "Like I said, you are not leaving until you understand what this place is, what it means." and kneeled down. He reached out of the cloak and grabbed the knife, then stood up straight.

He began to step towards Sarm, slow and purposeful steps. He stopped short, about 5 meters short actually, and began to twirl the knife in his hand. He sudden flung it, his movement like a lightning bolt. Another knife seemed to appear in his left hand, which he then flung at Sarm as well. The first knife was aimed at Sarm's left leg, while the other was aiming for his left arm.