"Keep tugging like that and you'll get down all right." The stranger pondered the question for a moment. "That wouldn't do much for my cover." He held up a roll of cable in his left hand, hinting at what he had been doing before he had found James nailed to the ceiling.

He pulled an end of cable from the roll, then fished around in a pocket on his shirt and produced a metal tow hook. He tied the cabling through the hook and used it as a weight to toss the cable over the rafter on the other side of James. The line wrapped around the rafter and swung back to the man, and he ran it around the rafter below him. He repeated this so the line was strung across the rafters twice, about five feet apart, then tied the cable taut and secured it with a second hook. With his makeshift rig in place, he climbed out onto the line, until he was directly below James, then swung his legs up onto the second line and rested his heels against it, so that he was parallel to the ceiling. "Can you get loose?"

Ayn pushes him away with her sword, her eyebrow arched slightly. "Are you done trying to play mind games?"

Palms extended, she now gathers energy from her own spirit. It forms into a blast of fire, which shoots straight from her fingertips at Legion.

The pupils of Legion's eyes condense into tiny red dots as he briefly makes eye contact with Ayn. He lets out a growl when he finds that Gaia's spirit is strong enough to shield the girl's mind from his mental attacks, at least for the moment.

Shrugging off the minor failure, the Demon turns to normal, unalarmed that his torso and head are inflamed, "Does it surprise you, child? You can never kill me, no one can. Better than you have tried, and now they're all here. You'll be here too, in time."

Noting that Ayn is waiting for him to make a move, the Demon grins, "If that's how you want to play..." Holding up his free hand, green energy flows from his chest and into his palm. With a small orb created, he spins and lets it fall. Swinging Minaccia like a bat, he sends the orb toward Ayn.

((Hay guyz how about sum Phantom Ganon? lol))

((Nice one, Gale.))

Ariana calmly stood to her feet, picking up her staff as she moved. Her attention was entirely off of Ekail and focused to her right. She glanced up briefly to the source of the blood puddle and then she slowly walked over to it and kneeled down, twitching her nose slightly.

"..."

She once again rose to her feet as if pondering something, her face clouded with a blank expression. She took another glance up at the rafters where the two men were, biting slightly at her lower lip.

Silently, he watched. An activity that seemed to simple, yet it was more complex then anything to him. He kept his eyes glued onto the fight between the woman and the demon, and the spectators around them. "Filth." he hissed, his eyes narrowing. Slowly, he began to stand. His boots hit the stands with a vengence, shaking dust off the rafters above. Tied to his back, was a gigantic cloth wrapped object. The man was about six foot two, and the object towered over him, almost 20 foot long and about 1 foot wide. How the man did not fall over was a mystery, if not miracle. He wore a black open robe that seemed tattered. Wrapped over his face was a equally black and equally tattered scarf that hung over his shoulder now. His shirt was gray and stretched, threatening to tear. His faded blue jeans gave him the appearance of a bum, or perhaps a wanderer.

His dark blue eyes bored into the demon from afar, and then with a silent movement he began. First, the object on his back was grabbed by the middle and pulled off, snapping the cords that held it there. The cloth flew off into the wind, and the object was revealed. An 18 foot 'gun', although cannon seemed to fit more. The 'grip' was a pistol grip and trigger, seeming much too small on the barrel. There was a large, rattling belt of gigantic rifle ammo duck taped around it, and a silver metal box hung off the sights on a string. The man's spiked black hair ruffled slightly as he slung the gun over his shoulder, a somber smile starting. "We do not want your tired and sick, it is your corrupt we claim." he began to mutter, slinging the gun back into position. He reached up and grabbed the belt of ammo and slammed it into it's proper loading place on the gun, a click confirming.

"It is your evil we beset." he said as he raised the gun, then flicked a switch next to the trigger. A long row of sights, starting from the barrel and up to where his eye was, seemed to flip out of nowhere. "With every breath, we shall hunt them down." and then hefted the gun again, taking his time. "Each day, we will spill their blood until it rains down from the skies." and then he pulled the trigger. A sound like a train hitting a wall made of china plates echoed through the place, and a rain of bullets, aimed at Legion, flew forth. The man adjusted his aim once more, this time focusing on Ekail and Varina. "We urge you lesser farms of filth not to push the bounds into true corruption, into our domain." and the trigger was once more pulled.

By the time Ekail had recovered from the noise of the first spray of rounds, the second was already upon him. He had time to stand up, curse, and then explode. The bullets hit him with the force of a bomb, and he flew back and back, holes the size of basketballs ripped through him. Blindsided, dazed and quite angry, Ekail tried to sit up and find the damage. His left arm was dangling on a thread, his stomache was nothing more then a big hole above his legs, and most of his right leg was shredded. Not to mention his right hand was missing. Ekail sighed and collapsed backwards, panting. "Wha..t..the..f..uck..?!" he gasped.

The figure besides Ekail dodged the enitial blasts, only to have his arm caught by another. 'what... what the fuck was that?...' The bloody stump where his arm once was bleed quickly. as his gaze flew towards the one whome had shot him as wlel as the others. "Who are you?!"

His eyes shifted to the figure he'd caught by accident. A chilly smile graced his face, then he hefted the gun over his shoulder. He just stood there, watching the man bleed. "Solamente. Filth Hunter." he said, then hefted the gun again. Lifting the immense weapon with only one arm, he fired off a quick spray of rounds towards Ekail and the man, then the gun clicked empty as the belt fell onto the ground. He quickly slid the silver box off one of the sights and pulled out another belt, then loaded it into the gun. He did not fire again, simply smirked.

Ekail gave a loud yell as another rain of rounds turned him into an even bloodier mess. Now a corner of his head was gone, his left arm was gone and his other leg was now completely gone. He pulled himself backwards with one arm along the wall, desprate to get away until he healed. "Fuck..fuck..fu..ck.." he chanted as his finger touched the edge of a hole in the stand. He wildly pulled himself into it, landing with a crunch. He hope hiding down here would give him time to heal, and figure out who the hell 'Solamente' was.

twisting around and dodging several of the shots, another caught his side, tearing a chunck of his torso away. he stared, dumfounded by this barrage of attacks before falling over, coughing. "you... you..." falling to his knease, he coughed up blood, the red liquid pouring to the ground, a large puddle surounding him.

"why?..."

In the chaos that began to engulf the arena, Ariana quickly murmered a few archaic words to herself as her hand glowed a soft hue of blue before dispersing immediately after running it over the front of herself. A small orb, no bigger than a marble circled around her torso before moving up above her head and disappearing, and in that instance, somehow.. her skin appeared tougher.

She made sure to hide her actions from sight, as she hid her glowing hand beneath her cloak before she side stepped swiftly, making not a sound until she dashed quickly to lower herself beneath an archway of stone, blocked by a much larger stoned that had been blasted away from the cieling and caved in to the floor. She waited there, thinking to herself. She knew that the cause of the chaos was a bit thoughtless in his actions, she went over several ways to handle this in her mind. She glanced at the rafters and then to the demon as 'bullets' made their way towards it. She felt something coursing through her veins as she placed her hand on the ground and started to speak in archaic undertones again causing the ground beneath the demon to glow faintly as a swirl of light twisted itself up, and around the body of the demon before engulfing it and causing it to reappear in the stands just a few feet from the attacker, behind him. She timed it right as to where he didn't notice the demon through his focus on the figure next to Ekail, and Ekail himself.

She slumped slightly back against the rock, her fingers still pulsing from the portal spell. She had to keep it secret that she was an enchantress, she had to keep her powers secret, she knew that a portal spell could not be traced back to her because there required no connection between the caster and portal. But she also knew she had to protect the demon, because she knew she could not help Ekail. It was either that demon's chaotic heart, or the deep darkness laced within Ekail that brought her here, and she was determined to find out which, and why.

Gritting his teath the figure looked up and glared. "Fine..." His words spoken through sputters of blood were soft, but still made clear. Thin, leathery wings sprouted from the figure's back and he quickly ran towards the edge of the arena, jumping and starting to fly away.

James' rescuer seems unphased by the sudden weight to bear. Instead he seems more interested in what's going on below, watching the devastation unfold through the corner of his eye. A smirk crosses his face as the first volley pounds Legion's position. Another volley follows, leveling Ekail. "Maybe you had the right idea, kid." He begins to climb back across to the rafter, carrying James on his stomach.

A figure, his arms crossed watched the fight from several yeards away, his amrs crossed, body covered by a black trench coat. "You cannot defeat him wanderer... dont even try..." The words were spoken softly, and yet they echoed to Sol's ears.

The stranger reaches the rafter and rolls James onto it. "Take a breather. I have to take care of something." He climbs up onto the rafter and unties his rigging, then winds it once around the rafter and secures it again with a tow hook. This time, it's to be used as a zip line. He gathers the slack in his left hand and draws his polished sidearm with his right. In preparation for the jump, he crouches on the rafter with his back to James. A sword can be seen tethered to his back in a dark, blood-red sheathe.

Without any further hesistation the man leaps from the rafter, letting the zip line run through his hand. As he comes closer to the arena's floor, he begins to slow his descent and trains his weapon on Legion, who was now moving almost directly below. At ten feet, he simply lets go of the line.

As Legion retaliates against Solamente, a pair of feet land with an audible thump mere feet behind him. Before he can react, the next sound is the discharge of three .50-caliber rounds directly into the demon's back.

The figure, unhappy eith a new combatent entering the frey shook his head then leaped in one bound down to the arena floor, landing ina crouch, a large revolver pulled up to the newest man's head, several crosses etched accross it. "Leave the demon alone..."

Stepping away from nyx and holstering the gun the figure stands in the way of the atatck that Sol was to give. 'the devine do not agree with the judgment of you wanderer... leave this place before thine own judgment is placed upon you..." Suddenly, with a bright flash of light, the attack had bveen blocked, the spent shells upon the ground, smoking, feathers floating down before the figure, his eyes closed, angel wings before him, stopping the attack as wella s saving legion.

Nyx watches in befuddlement as the angel blocks Solamente's salvo. "You fool..." It could be now or never, and this damned angel, of all things, was trying to stop it. It didn't make any sense at all, an angel defending an abomination to God. But it would not matter. He had seen scores of them fall before in the firey abyss of the Capital. This one would be no different. "Shoot him! Shoot him now!" With the opportunity still in hand, Nyx draws the sword strapped to his back. Nobody would delay this any further. The blade swings into the air in a flash of bright red and thrusts forward into the demon's back with a sickening crunch, and breaks free on the other side of his torso.

((For the record, check My Stuff. I got a sketch of Ari there. Gonna probably try to sketch a few of the chars here.. I need descs Pm'd to me. Like.. soon.))

Slowly Ariana stands to her feet, her ears perked up to listen to everything that was taking place in the stands. She turned and pulled herself upon the massive slab of obsidian stone before her and stood there atop it, watching with emerald eyes narrowed. She slowly unclasped her black cloak from around her neck dropping it to the stone beneath her. It slid slowly backwards to the dust of the floor. She reached up and touched a scar along the side of her neck as she eyed the demon's claw.

She let her staff drop behind her to the ground with her cloak as she placed her hands on her hips, her slender fingers tapping lightly at the sheath on her hip, uncertain of what action she planned to take. She wondered just what posessed her to enter this place, bcause all she could see was chaotic hearts and minds. No true evil lurked here. At least in her eyes the surface did not show any. But she knew that someone was hiding a secret here, and it wasn't only her.

"Yeah, that hits the spot, don't it?" Nyx jerks the blade and splits what must have been a row of vertebrae with another crunch. "How about you actually die this time?" With his other hand, he brings up his sidearm and rips off three rounds into the base of the demon's back.

the figure winced slightly then whirled about and kicked nyx upside the head quickly, then roundhouse dhis side, landing ina crouch then uppercut him in the back, a slight flash of light blurring with every strike. "Nobody dies today..." his wings streatched wide he stood, them fully stretched outwards, ready to stop another atrtack if need be.

"Things have changed," Nyx lets go of the blade, leaving it wedged through Legion's torso, and takes a step back. "Kyushin sends his regards." He raises the polished Desert Eagle and levels it at the back of Legion's head.

Ariana's thoughts faded as she realized that if she didn't intervene, the demon would very well die. She had enough protective spells coursing through her body that she knew she might stand a chance against the numbers, but she'd have to use great agility to avoid it.

She quickly jumped from the stone, landing in a crouched position before rising to her feet and in one swift movement she was off. Running fast across the floor towards the base of the stairs she held her right hand out to her side, her entire arm coursing with energy before a ball of fire formed in her right hand. She quickly hurled it at Nyx's arm to stop his actions before running up the stands quickly making her way towards Sola, her hand pulsing with a blue energy; her fingers crackling with lightning.

Nyx turns towards Ariana as she charges them and has more than enough time to react to her attack. He pulls his arm back away from Legion and takes a step back to avoid the flames. Has everyone lost their mind today? As Ariana takes off towards Solamente, he hastily levels his pistol at her back and fires in retaliation. The bullet richochets through the stands, close enough to pepper Ariana with shrapnel. He pulls the trigger again, to the sound of a hollow click. Fuck. With his left hand he retrieves a fresh magazine from a pouch on his jacket and lets the spent one in his weapon fall to the arena floor. The reloading seems to take forever, and by the time he has the new clip in place, Ariana is practically on top of Solamente.

Ariana's ears perked up at the sound of the movements within Sola's barrel, she quickly dropped to the ground and rolled to the side, getting up on a knee and lifting her hand, sending an icy swirl into the path of the blast. Parts ot the fire formed small crystals and fell to the ground, yet the metal and some fire still managed to break the spell. She quickly reached and grabbed her dagger, she crouched down and lunged forward at Sola, plunging her jagged dagger into his side.

Legion meanwhile had collapsed onto the arena floor as his body weakened severly. Painfully clutching the blade, he began pushing on the blade sticking out his chest, a small glow of red all that protected him from it's absorption. Gnashing teeth, he forces Nyx's blade out of his chest. Vomiting blood and teeth, the Demon collapses again, barely alive.

A soft gust passes through the rafters of the arena, and a man wrapped in bandages, somehow transparrent, watches the scene bellow with mild interest. 'He's sided with Kyushin...'

Ariana dived out of the way of the bullets, but quickly found herself with two bullets lodged in her right bicep as she grimmaced with pain. She then growled to herself, cursing in elven softly. She stood to her feet and eyed the gun placed upon her. She slowly lifted her hand towards Sola. "May the Dark Ones eat your soul...." Suddenly without any prior warnings that would signify a spell, three bolts of lightning shot out close range from the fingers of Ariana. The electricity raced around Sola before settling in his chest and around his arm, causing the gun to absorb the electric shock. She stepped back a few steps, blood running down her arm, and dripping from the tips of her fingers to the ground.

With Ariana too close to Sola to get a good shot in, Nyx begins to make his way up the stands towards them, keeping his Desert Eagle trained on Ariana as he goes. It seems the fight might be over after Sola unloads in her direction, but it never goes that easy. Nyx is about to move up to Sola's side when Ariana stands and blasts Sola with lightning. Nyx stops in midstride, sights her with the Desert Eagle, and fires three quick, successive shots.

Ariana had stepped back in time to avoid the shots, but did not fail to notice them as one nearly grazed her face, she could feel the slight brush of wind from the air splitting.

She turned her head sharply towards Nyx, and allowed her lips to twist into a grin. She then held her hand towards the ground at his feet and smirked as out of the ground, ethreal webbings shot up around him and laced around his ankles, the magic sealing his position giving her the chance to run while Sola was being consumed by electricity.

She quickly ran up the stands towards the dying Legion and dropped a small stone with the rune of chaos by his side before holding a hand before her and creating a rip in the air and disappearing in a flash.

She appeared behind the stone she rested at before, her energy nearly drained from magic consumption. She picked her cloak up and placed it around her shoulders, grabbing her staff. She knew she might very well have to depart until she removes the bullets and regains full strength.

Sola quickly dropped his gun, then screamed in utter agony as he was shocked, quite painfully. He dropped to his knees and clutched his chest, then fell over. He was smoking slightly, little wheezes of pain escaping him. After a few minutes of trying to find out where exactly his hands were, he crawled across the ground and grabbed hid discarded gun. It slid back into his sleeve gently, and he coughed. "Fuck..fuck..fuck." he groaned as he sat up, then stood up. He looked like hell, which was a pretty accurate description. He began to collect his fallen gear, this time struggling to pick up the cannon. It was strapped to his back, and he sighed before staggering over to the fallen Legion.

He stopped next to the body, and closed his eyes. "By the judgement of the pure, demon, you are fallen. May the blackend soul rest in agony for eternity." he said, then turned. He stumbled over to the door of the arena, and quietly out. He needed a good nap, and more bullets.

Ekail slowly crawled out of the hole in the stands, looking tired. Most of his wounds had healed, but his left arm was still regrowing some muscle and flesh. He pulled himself out and began to scan the arena for Sola, then shook his head. He slumped down on the stands, energy faded. Healing that much of himself was quite tiring. Had he been paying attention, he would have noted Legion, dying on the ground, but as it was he had fallen backwards to take a break.

James mentally cursed as he chanted words of healing, his wounds slowly repairing. That madman had left him up here, with no way down. He turned slowly, and sighed as he saw the mayhem below. He had no weapon, and he was quite drained for now. He decided the best action would be to wait, rest and pray noone saw him.

The figure walks up to the remains of Legiona nd sighs. "i am sorry i could not help any more than i did..." He looked back as it seemed all other combadints had taken leave. Peering down at the fallen body he place dhis hand before him and tried his best to help heal him, using his dark powers to enpower legion as well, making him stronger. "This shall not happen again..."

A claw slowly clutches the stone and twitches slightly. The Demon had stabalized, but is aura was gone; it was impossible for him to regenerate. Lying in the stands, he could do his best only to stay conscious at this point, as well as drag the strange gift into his poncho.

The mummy-ish looking entity seemed to be 'looking' around the arena. He had noted that Nyx and Gaia hadn't departed, scratching his chin.

With a soft 'ping' the boy behind Zebebuleb kneels forward, using a large lance to level himself. His face, unusually pale, is twisted in pain, and two minature bat wings twitched uncontrollably. Still, he grits his deaht, and remains silenlty. He only looks up when the 'voice of his master creeps into his head.

"It's because you're connected to Legion now. You never should of challeneged him at New Myria."

Dyv didn't say anything but clutched his chest and remained silent despite his agony.

"It won't be long before this ends."

Noting that anyone of particular threat had since taken their leave, Zebebuleb floats down and lands next to the Legion. Dyv follows, inhaling suddenly as the pain in his chest becomes sharper when he lands near his superior. Looking down at the weakened Demon, he turns to Dyv and nods, "Do it."

With a sigh the 'boy' strolls over to Legion and kneels beside him. Putting his hand on his back he cringes as his aura is drawn out from within him, and his hand is singed by a sudden flash of red. Taking a step back, he examines his burned palm and looks up at the stands.

"Feel free to come out of hiding any time."

Zebebuleb looks down at Jit, staring quietly, "Another of Lock's toys."

Dyv, meanwhile, spasms as someone else begins to rip himself out of the boy's forehead. Clutching his head in agony, he collapses as the figure made of red light emerges and seperates himself. Flicking his wrist a brown poncho appears and falls over him, Legion had been fully restored.

"Legion's toy, kay?"

The crazed half-elf struts up next to Legion and lightly giggles again, and the idea of being a toy. "I'm a choo-choo train, baby, ride me all you want." He states, in a somewhat sing-song voice. Looking at Legion, he pulls a more serious face. "What you need, Chief?"

Zebebuleb looks back and forth between Legion and Jit, lowering his head, "...Good God there's another person on this planet like you."

Dyv rises, still holding his head. However a good deal of his pain had been alleviated, so he remained calm except for a slight sneer, "And here I thought one was too much."

Legion himself giggles, in a rather good mood now that he's back to his usually advantages. "A great many thing. You see Jitter-bug, it seems our grand home of Estecia has been bustling as of late. New faces, old faces returning, everyone's in a bustle all of a sudden. Unfortunately, today I've discovered that I have quite a few more enemies than I anticipated."

Clasping his hands together, Legion gives an over-exaggerated frown, "Even some of them who I thought I was friends with, people I never met too! I can't do as I please anymore! Can you imagine? It isn't like New Myria at all this place, no no. But!"

The Demon leans his head back, grinning at Jit, "We'll fix that in due time. First I had to assemble our little cadre here, or, his cadre." Legion rolls his eyes and sticks a thumb out toward Zebebuleb, who has taken interest in something else at the moment, "But that's of no relevance. Well many in one are better than none, many from one are better than some. Get the point?"

The Demon flicks his hair back, speaking a little more seriously, "The point is I'm not omnipresent. That's why I need you, Davey-boy," He nods towards Dyv, who sneers at the name he was refered to with, "and wherever that useless waste-of-space Alyce has wandered off to."

Zebebuleb examines a destroyed section of the stands as he responds, "Disregarding the fact you have actual work to do, Legion."

The Demon frowns, "I'm getting to that."

He laughs and claps his hands together, doing a creepily good impression of a thrilled little boy. "The Christmas rush hit home. Chief wants an army, than Chief gets an army." He puts on a pouty face, smothering a giggle. "What does Jitter-bug get?"

Suddenly decked in an elf's costume, Jit giggles, licks his lips, and fingers through the pages. He pauses at Rose's picture and giggles again. "A rose for Jit. Choo-choo." He winks at Legion and smirks, then seems to notice Dyv for the first time. "Happy Holidays!"

The figure stands mere feat away dispite his being ignored by alla counbts he continues tow atch. why was her here? he didnt know nor care, this was amusing to him so he continued to play some small part in this whole thing.

"I'm an athiest." He turns and looks away, not particularly enjoying the company.

Legion raises an eyebrow at the new man, shrugging as he lifts up his hands, "Why, you're at the meeting to plan my Christmas party!"

Throwing his head back laughing, Legion runs his hands through his tangled hair, "Oh this is going to be good, I've never had this many helpers! It's a sign! Something must be done this year! And you," He straightens up, eyeing his 'companions', "Are all going to help plan and execute our delightful Christmas party. But no one will be left out, everyone will be a guest! Santa has to visit everyone after all." Legion nodded, agree with himself rather matter-of-factly.

He taps his foot as if he forgot something, "Oh how silly, you need to meet the cast!" He clears his throat, motioning to Jit, "Here we have Jitters, a native of my fair ol' home of New Myria! But it's a lot harder to bring Christmas to New Myria, so we intend to bring a lil' New Myria to Christmas! Or something."

Legion, losing his enthusiam, motions toward Dyv, "And that's Hermey, you can tell it's him because he's always surrounded by a cloud of boring."

Dyv doesn't look up at Legion to acknowledge the insult, but is instead looking up at the rafters and sighing.

"Yasee what I mean, yah? Dyv doesn't know how to have any fun! But besides him there's-" The Demon looks around only to discover Zebebuleb had grown weary of Legion's childishness and departed. He sneers, and mumbles in a deeper voice, "Good riddance to bad rubbish..."

Not missing a beat for long, Legion bows, "And I'm Sandy Claws, as portrayed by Legion."

"Welcome to Santa's workshop." Jit says merrily, suddenly taking his role of "Satan's Little Helper" quite seriously. Though his voice is cheery and disposistion light, he eyes gleam with an insane rage in Jakail's direction. Apparently, he was jealous and wanted Legion to himself. He licks his lips a few times, titters, and whistles a Christmas tune to them all, carrying absolutely no tune and screwing up half the song. He doesn't seem preturbed. With that glint still in his eye, he moves towards Dyv, finding him to be an easy target. Jit liked, no, loved, to torture living things, but was too much of a coward to pick on something that might fight back. Thus, Dyv, with his apathetic nature, made the perfect topic.

Wrapping his arm around Dyv's shoulders, he breaks from whistle to rawdy song, forcing Dyv to spin around in a circle with him. Giggling uncontrollably, Jit then proceeds to attempt to trip him, bringing out his anger at Jakail without getting Legion mad at him, and possibly even winning his favor.

Dyv snarls and almost falls over himself as Jit trips him. He pulls his fist back and slugs him across the face with a surprising amount of force. He'd tolerate Legion's bullshit out of neccesity, but no one else's. He dusts himself off, sneering, "Kindly piss off."

Legion snaps his attention over to Dyv and Jit, snarling himself, "Knock it off." He giggles, regaining his bouncy tone, "There'll be plenty of time for fun later!" Eyeing the door, he begins to stroll out. "But first we ought to retreat to somewhere slightly more habitable."

Jit cowers, jeers. He comes close to retaliating, his left hand running lovingly of a two foot long length of barbed wire, when Legion's command cuts in. Like a beat cur, he backs off. Vengeful eyes promise Dyv that once Legion's out of sight, the giggling maniac will lash back.

For now, he was happy to put it aside and listen to Legion. "Where's that, Chief?"

As if reacting to the calm more than the fighting, Nataro looked up for the first time, and dropped the black, metallic object he seemed to be reading from. before it hit the ground, it vanished as though absorbed into nothingness itself. Nataro stood up and again surveyed the nearly destroyed stands.

"Someday, I might just get bored with this."

With no evidence of Nataro's involvement at all, the stands slowly began repairing themselves as he looked on. His task finally completed, he turned to the small group congregating in the arena below, watching them with interest.