~The Outlands~ Footsteps echoed on the sand. Panting breath rang out in the air. The blond mage ran as fast as he could. Nothing was visible to the eye, but he knew that he needed to run for his life. He was being hunted. Something burst from the sand in front of him. A pincer? A talon? He couldn't tell what it was. He didn't have time to look. It swung down, attempting to crush him. Ezekiel leaped into the air, firing a missile of arcane energy at the appendage as he passed over it. Diving into a roll as he reached ground once again, he kept up his full sprint. When he had struck the part of his pursuer, a deafening screech rang out through the desert landscape. The ground shook. From beneath the earth, the hell beast that chased him burst from the sand. He didn't turn around to look at it. He knew that if he stopped running for even a moment, it would be the end for him. He panted heavily. He was running out of stamina. He would be caught eventually. If he were in his ascended form, he could defeat it. In fact, he it was entirely possible he could simply break out of this prison. Although, there was no proof to that theory. Even if he could have, that would defeat the purpose of the punishment if he were to simply force his way out. In any case, there was no point to thinking about this now. He was faced with a horror of this land in his unascended form. He'd been playing cat and mouse with this creature for what seemed like days. it caught up to him. There was only one way he was getting out of this. He had to kill it. He leaped backwards into the air, using his magic to vastly increase the distance he jumped. The beast passed under him and he fell onto it's back. It looked like something out of a nightmare. The moment it realized its prey had stopped running and mounted it, it swerved. Beginning to move in a circle, it turned on it's side, evidently attempting to wrap itself around him. Though it hadn't expected to turn and find itself pelted with a primordial burst. The force of the arcane blast knocked it back, stunning it momentarily. This was his chance. Kneeling, Ezekiel punched the body of the creature where he stood. The air around him crackled with arcane energy. Raw magical power flowed out of him in visible form. Sweat poured down his face at the sheer effort of sustaining the magic. "Arcane Barrage!" He cried out. He called upon the power he had while ascended. Humans weren't meant to use this kind of magic. The sheer amount of magic flowing through his body caused his muscles to scream in agony. Not only that, but it was almost unheard of for someone to have the power to even attempt a spell of an ascended. Ezekiel remembered what his father had told him. That he was unimaginably gifted in the art of magic. With enough training and discipline, he could eventually rival the strongest of the wizard saints, although Ezekiel had always believed that comparison had been overly flattering. It was only due to his memory of the spell during his time of ascension giving him the ability to cast it with less effort than most that it was even possible. A groan of effort escaped his mouth as he called down the spell. Streaks of blue cracked the sky. Three blinding pillars of raw power struck the ground, causing the desert sand to explode. The force of the blast managed to blow even the enormous creature out of the ground and out into the open. The full scale of its body was unimaginable. Were he in a less dire situation, Ezekiel might've stopped to stare in awe at the sheer size of it. But he couldn't afford that. It was vulnerable. This may well be his only opportunity. After throwing several spell fluxes along the ground at it, he fired a primordial burst beneath it. The explosion knocked it into the air. Ezekiel swiped his hands. At his command, arcane runes wrapped themselves around it, suspending it into the air. This would be the finishing blow. He gathered up energy in his hand, wincing in pain. This was even worse than when he had cast. While he was ascended, he had experimented with arcane magic. He refined it, improving upon the spells in the texts. Before the assault on Sapphire Eclipse, he'd been in the process of creating an entirely new spell. He'd never cast it before, even while ascended. He summoned up as much energy as he possibly could. He poured everything he had into this attack. His knees nearly gave out beneath him. Even with the additional power of a second origin, it wasn't enough. It was simply to impossible to be cast by a mortal man. No. That wasn't right. True Ascension was not what he had. He'd cheated his way to power. A ritual to convert his physical existence into magical energy had indeed granted him immense power, but it wasn't how it was supposed to be achieved. He knew from the texts that it was a taboo to perform that ritual. Ascension could be achieved another way. By expanding one's magical power to encompass their entire being, one can achieve a natural ascension. He would regain his ascension, but this time, it would be the proper way. "How am i meant to achieve a power like that if i can't even cast this?" Screaming in effort, he pushed harder. Gathering magic that was better left unused. A blue flame danced along his body, crackling with energy. "Transcendent Arrow!" He thrust his fist forward, and there was a silence. An unnerving silence, like the calm before a storm. All at once, the magic burst from his palm in an earth-shattering torrent of power. The beam was blindingly bright. almost white, but with a slight blue tint. It looked as though it were on fire. The same kind that coated the caster. The air around it was ablaze. It seemingly ceased to be, destroyed sheer by the act of touching the beam. The spell achieved its purpose. It pierced the creature's center, splitting it entirely in two with ease. A scream of agony came from the hellish beast as it too was lit ablaze by the blue arcane fire, burnt away into nothingness. Not even ashes remained. There was simply nothing where it used to be under the destructive force of the spell. After using the spell and defeating the creature, Ezekiel collapsed onto his back. He tried to move, but found himself unable to feel his body. it was likely that using up such an incredible amount of magic all at once had put too much stress on him for his body to handle. For the moment, he was paralyzed. He let his eyes slide closed. He would sleep for days, his body trying to recover the energy that had been used up. If he survived this sleep, it would be due to luck of the creatures not finding him. Perhaps they had seen the death of the largest of their kind and now feared him. If only...Ezekiel let his consciousness slip away as he fell into a deep sleep. Quinn sat on the train, listening to Cassandra. He'd heard of this guild briefly, but didn't really know too much about them. From the sounds of things, Erigor was a real nutjob. Just the fact that he was messing with a dark artifact was enough to tell him that. There was magic that shouldn't be disturbed. This was one of them. A dark guild...He'd had experience with that type of guild before. He'd eradicated it too. He looked around at the others there. They were all pretty young. He hoped that he didn't have to repeat his actions in order to destroy this guild...
That worked out swimmingly. Villain gone. Fight won. Job completed. However, they couldn't call it a day yet. His plot senses were tingling. There was another battle to be fought. He glared at the sky. In another world...Somewhere...He was waiting. The fight against Hunter had been a bit one sided due to the fight with Ohm prior, but there was another. One more of his kind he had yet to face. He had a feeling that would be resolved soon enough. "Lucien...We'll face off soon enough." The white haired man turned to his padawan. "Stratos. I hate to say, but it's not over quite yet. The fight to determine the fate of the hero is about to start. They're gathering. We're about to head off to the final battle. Given i don't think either of us have a romantic interest to bang, we can skip that part. Instead...I just wanted to say...Thanks. You've been a real friend. In fact i don't think i could've gotten half as far as i have without you. You always follow me into nonsensical situations without question. Here. I've got something for you." Beuce said, smiling and sticking a pin to his shirt. It was a simple green pin with the words "Bro as fuck" written on it. It was pretty fitting for the one he gave it to. "Anyway, shall we be going?" He said, giving a friendly smile and walking off toward the Goddess' location. He cracked the door open and walked in. "Sapphire. I hate to interrupt, but it's starting. We've gotta get going. We need everyone you can spare. That means Xero, Phantom, and Bahamut." Beuce said, staring at her rather seriously. He was in a state that was known as "in character". "This is the battle that's going to determine the outcome of everything. They're on the hero's doorstep. We're going to be the last line of defense. We either stop them here, or they succeed. I think by this point you've realized why we don't want that." The way he said the last sentence. He knew about the hero. He knew who he was. He had a feeling Sapphire did as well, though he wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to admit it. "We need everything we've got. We need the full force of the goddess behind us." Given i don't feel like writing "They walked to the keyblade graveyard" four times. They all walked to the keyblade graveyard.
Quinn listened from across the room to what their seer was saying. Evidently, she needed strong wizards to go on an important job. Well, he did need the money, and apparently he had a thing for Cassandra according to Cal...Yeah that was probably never going to have anything become of it, or probably ever be mentioned again or really even considered canon. But according to Cal, it was a thing. She ships it. If her ships were actual ships, she'd have the largest navy the world has ever seen. Seriously. That girl had way too many romantic fantasies. But yeah he stood up and walked over to Cassandra. "I'll join you. You said it was important and you needed strong people right? Besides, it'll be a good chance for me to see how the new members handle themselves." Quinn said to her. He turned to wait for all those that would be joining them on their new job. Beucette walked up to Caliborn, standing ready to lead a mission. "Yo. OOC thread says i'm supposed to talk to you or cal. Given Cal's probably kinda pussy whipped from her time with the bird man, figured you'd be the one to talk to." The white haired girl said to him. "Aight so what're we doing? Looking for some kind of magic artifact or what?" Aias walked up to Zeph and stood in silence. He would be going on this mission. He looked at his newly branded guild emblem on the underside of his wrist. He'd obtained it after he joined the guild from uh...totally kicking Johanna's ass off screen. Yeah. That's what happened.
Team king signing up for mission 3 Beucette going on mission one Aias going on idfk whichever one Rho goes on.
The mask was returned to her by Caliborn, but the fool boy who didn't know what command meant had attempted to snatch it away. Ra was about to take it back himself, but Caliborn beat him to it. "Charlotte, the reason i wish to give her back the mask is because should we withhold it from her, she will die. We agreed not to take Ezekiel's life. If we leave her to die, how is that any different? The mask must be returned to her." As he spoke to her, he glared at Ander, letting Caliborn speak to him.
Ra turned to look at the small child that was in the room with them. She was the one that was part of Magus Ascension. Ezekiel's guild. She asked if they were here to punish her for hurting the fairies. "Fear not, young one. We are not here to bring punishment to you. It's no concern of ours." He said, trying to be reassuring, though it was in a bit of an eccentric manner. Before the conversation could continue, he heard a yelp of pain from next to him. Sharply turning to the girl that knelt beside him, he saw her grab her chest, saying something about her heart. "Your...Heart?" Before she could explain, she turned a ghostly white. It didn't take much to tell that her health was deteriorating fast. He stood, not knowing what to do for a moment. "The mask..!" Ra said Rhetorically. She'd been worried about not getting it back, explaining how it was important and there would be dire consequences for not retrieving it. Perhaps it was tied to her in some way. He placed one hand under her legs and the other across her shoulders, and picked her up. He had to find help quickly. As fast as his feet would carry him, he ran. He bolted for the last place he had seen Dale, with Cal in his arms. He burst through the doors of the guild hall. "The mask! Where is it?! Quickly!" He yelled out, searching the room for Dale. Last he saw, Dale was the one with the mask. Although he'd been talking with Cal for some time. It may have changed hands. "Whoa dude. Did she get some kind of like fast acting bird STD that doesn't mix with humans or something?"
Ra listened to her words. She said she had seen Ezekiel in him. A madman obsessed with power. However, she saw herself in them as well. "We could have brought down the demon, but it would have been far too hard fought to be considered a victory. Likely several of us would have died in the process. With our current strength, it would not have been worth it the price." Ra sighed. After listening to her, his anger had subsided. He'd given her the chance to explain herself, and she had done so. "I suppose...If i was willing to give Ezekiel a second chance, you should be given the same. Know this, though. Should you turn on us again, i will not be so forgiving. If your sympathy for another leads you to help them, then speak with me. We will help them, i promise you. Though, it may not be how you initially percieve." Then, she began searching her person, and became worried when she couldn't find what she was looking for. "The mask was picked up by Dale and brought back to the guild for safekeeping. If it is truly important that you get it back, you may ask that it be returned."
Ra sighed. "You cannot act so brashly! If we hadn't stopped you, that demon would have been released, and countless would have died. Yourself likely included in the casualties. What you believe to be helping people, would have in fact likely ended in Boreal's death alongside many others. You must know your own strength. Recklessly overestimating yourself will result in bringing danger to those you wish to help." Ra stopped. He appeared deep in thought. He was trying to grasp what he thought of her right now. "You fought against us. Turned on us for someone you hardly knew. The choice may not have been entirely yours, though. It cannot be allowed to happen again."
Ra stared at her for a moment, before taking a deep breath. "Tell me, why? Why did you betray us? I thought you better than that." He said, obviously upset over the betrayal. It almost seemed a mixture of hurt and angry in equal parts. He didn't take treason well since his brother betrayed him.
Beucette gave a frown. "That doesn't sound like an answer to me. Well if you won't answer then we'll just leave it to fate! And that means it's time for the fun part of the show!" Restraints gripped ahold of Cal's wrists, confining her to the chair. It leaned back, so she was laying flat on her back. "Wheel of Indecision!" The crowd chanted each word along with Beucette. An enormous wheel raised up from beneath her. "Ready or not, here we go!" And it began to spin. Moving around along the stage, it bumped into several obstacles which sent it ricocheting off and making a pinball noise as it lit up. It spun faster, creating a string of overlapping "dings" as it bounced around the area. The host of the show leaped on and rode the wheel with their unwilling contestant. "Wheeeeee!" She cried, wind blowing through her hair. It lasted for a few minutes before finally hitting against one of the silhouettes and lighting it up. "Number one it is!" Beucette yelled as the wheel stopped. "That's all for today folks! Come back next week to see how Veilan fairs in his own quest for love! Beucette, out!" The two were then Calxiyn and her "chosen" bachelor were then powerplayed to Cal's dorm to do the horizontal tango. Well, at least that's what she assumed they were going to do. Ra stood in the center of the room, blinking several times. He wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. He was clearly as confused as Cal was. He looked over to her, with a momentarily confused expression, before it wore off. He remembered what she'd done on the island. His face turned into a scowl and he glared at her. He turned his gaze away, saying nothing for the moment.
"Aw, a shy one. That's cute. She's denying that she's just longing for someone to hold her at night. So adorable. But hey, maybe she's right. Let's ask our audience!" After various shouts of one number or another, they had all pretty much confirmed that they thought she was after someone. Now, who the hell the audience was comprised of, how the hell they got here, and why they seemed to go with that this was a dating show was completely irrelevant. "There you have it! Come on, no need to be shy. Just follow your heart and pick the one you think would be best for you. There isn't a wrong answer. I've helped a great many people find what they were looking for before! Not all of them knew they were looking, either." Beucette said, spewing bullshit every which way. This was the premier episode of the show and she'd never helped anyone find love in her life.
Beucette squinted her eyes suspiciously. "Yeah i don't buy it. You can't fool me. I know everything. Listen, if you're really that horny, then i can set you up with a guy here in the guild! That way you can satisfy your lady boner all you want without having your approval rating go down faster than the lovechild of the Hindenburg and the Titanic." She gave a slight pat on the shoulder. "Don't you worry! Leave it to ol' Beucette! You like blondies right? Well, i think we all know what time it is!" Out of nowhere, the lights dimmed to total darkness. "That's right folks, it's time for your favorite wizard dating show!" She walked into the spotlight, donning a suit and holding a microphone, an unseen audience cheering for her as she did so. "Our guest today is a poor lonely little soul who just can't control her urges. She turns to the bad boys, but that gets her in trouble. So we need to set her up with a guild mate who will treat her nice!" A group of silhouettes appeared in front of Cal as she was put into a chair. "Today we have three suitable bachelors for the tastes of our little Calxiyn. Bachelor number one is a man of class. He looks to shape the guild into a better future, though he can be a bit over the top. He also seems to have a taste for the finer things in life. Like gold. Lots of that ****. Bachelor number two is basically a carbon copy of number one as far as appearance goes, but as far as personality, they're not quite alike. He's a man of few words, and seems to always be sizing up the situation. He's a bit mysterious, but that gilgamesh appearance has a lot going for him. And Bachelor number three is...uh...He's Roxas. Now then, take your pick!"
Quinn managed to defend against the shadow dragon's roar thanks to his armor. He wasn't completely unscathed, but there was no major damage to him. He got in a position to counterattack, but was stopped by an overwhelming air of condescension. He looked to the door to find a group of people walking in slow motion in formation. This must be that Team King he'd heard about. Supposedly, they were the best of the new recruits. At least, that's what he'd heard. Given time, they might make S-class. Although, he had yet to see them in action. So he'd reserve judgement for himself. He sat back down at the bar and sighed. "Ah to hell with it. We'll do this later." Beucette looked at the ones who had returned. There was Team King, douchily walking in slow motion. Then there were two S-classes with them, Dale, Ander, Therity, and Cal. She raised her nose, giving the air a sniff. There was an odd smell coming from that group. Scooby Doo ing her way across the floor, she sniffed Calxyin. "You. You smell like Estrogen and Betrayal. Alright. Spill the beans. Who'd you ****? If not that then there must've been somethin' goin' on with someone there shouldn't have been."
Alright, Spending my 2 points in Erza +6 Magic Buying and Equipping two Mage Earrings for 1,240 jewels, bringing me up to full IS and giving me another +8 to magic. Leaves me with 310. Total Magic stat: 20 (+14) Swapping out Fire for Fira Aero for Aerora Thunder for Thundara Equipping Fire dash, Binding Strike, Stop, Magnet, Blitz, and Sliding Dash Keeping Cure where it is.
Beuce turned to glen when he asked about the ice cream. He was about to warn him of the dangers of the ice cream in that town. It was pretty tasty, but it wasnt worth the cost. They made you play this insufferable rhythm game to stack the scoops on the cone. It was horrible. However his rhythm game induced PTSD attack was interrupted by a familiar and friendly voice. "Well if it isn't the broest guy to ever exist! Been too long, man!" He asked about Kel and Ananta. Beuce thought about it for a moment and realized he hadn't actually seen either of them for a while. Last he saw either of them was when Ananta was with Kross and he'd told him about Atreia. Outside of that, he had no idea where they were. He then proceeded to ask about Beuce's arm, or lack thereof. "Well, when we got to Central Haven, it got attacked. There were behemoths everywhere and they were all really weird. Like most of their abilities were based off an online game or something. But there was this one that was especially bad. We called it Arma and it managed to overtake me. I lost my arm as a result of trying to overpower it. I mean, Kel delivered as a result. Man did he fight the power..." Beuce paused before returning to his usual smug grin. "But don't get me wrong. I can still show up any of these scrubs." He said, motioning to the others in his group playfully.
Ra panted heavily as Boreal lay defeated before them. He looked down at the man who had tried so desperately to defeat them, unable to do so. It was, in large part, thanks to Dale and his barriers of ice. He turned to the man, giving an approving smile. An unspoken thanks. It wasn't long before the entrance of the two S-class members and the filthy traitor. He was relieved to have Caliborn's healing wash over him. He needed it. They all did. "He speaks the truth, Caliborn. Had we not intervened, then he likely would've released it, and been unable to stand against it, leaving it to destroy as it saw fit. Dale's bringing us on this mission may have actually saved a large number of lives." Ra shot a glare at the other who has entered the room with the S-classes. "And you tried to help him. We'll deal with you once we return to the guild, traitor." Ra said, bitterness evident throughout his voice. Mikasa, however, then chided them for looking celebratory. She was right. The mission wasn't finished. "Indeed you are correct. However, this may have been beneficial to completing our task. The villagers said the moonlight was causing the transformations, and even fully transformed only in the light of the moon. It's a safe assumption that the moon drip ceremony is the cause of it. So, there's only one thing to do." He looked to Charlotte, then to Gaius, and gave a nod. They both knew what needed to be done. Extending an armored hand, he grabbed ahold of the shoulder of Veilan's shirt. Well, the fight between the other newcomer and Johanna had gone interestingly enough. He'd ended up healing her, instead of attacking her. He was an interesting fellow to say the least. Aias stood, and walked to Johanna. "Now i must take the test, no?" He asked, preparing his chain for combat. Quinn moved out of the way of the darkness enhanced claw that headed for his face. It, for whatever reason, seemed like that one attack had carried on for an exceedingly long time...Odd. Nevertheless, the two had returned from their slow motion adventure. Quinn, being far too amazing at everything for his own good, obviously had to flip his hair at every given opportunity during the fight. And suddenly, because of this, the pants of every female within a three mile radius, and Damian, was reduced to the equivalent of Niagara Falls. He hated being so awesome. It was such a burden. God, his life was so hard. It was just the worst. "Alright, you're on!" Quinn began to glow with magic as his clothing changed. "Machina Soul: Invincible!" When the light faded, his clothing had changed into that of an extremely bulky camouflage armor.
Beuce stared at the clones of himself and Stratos. Damn. Fighting Crybex was like playing Where's Waldo: Satan Edition. Hmm...This fight was going nowhere fast. If he was going to have any hope of getting out of this, then he'd have to think outside the box...Or, inside it rather! Beuce put his fingers to his mouth and blew, letting out a loud whistle as though calling for something. A massive blue police box materialized into existence. It easily took up the vast majority of the street they stood on. Beuce looked up at his impressive vessel. The FWARDIS. It was a brilliant piece of plot device engineering. It allowed him to travel seamlessly to other RPs or various plot relevant places in the RP he already existed in. There was only one flaw with it really...The doors flew open and a literal sea of Beuces poured from the doors. He sat and watched the flow for about a solid five minutes. Just like a spray of Beuce. Finally, he walked away to get a sandwich, took a piss, and returned with a book. He sat down, reading "NPCs and you: A fourth wall breaker's guide to exploration." "Hah! The bandits ARE coming!" finally, the sun had gone down and Beuce yawned. He reached into his bottomless pocket and pulled out a full twin sized bed. Laying down, Beuce went to sleep. A few hours later, the sun cracked over the horizon and Beuce sat up, stretching. Now, the thought had crossed his mind that a few hours had passed and that might interfere with the RP timeline. However, this inconsistency was cleared up quickly when he looked over at a nearby sign to see that the street they were on was named Abraxas. Finally, after all this, the stream of Beuces began to slow down, and eventually they just kind of rolled out into a pile. "Ya done ye-" He was interrupted by the spray picking back up for a few moments. "Ya done yet?" "Yeah we're done." "You know how i managed to fit all of you into an area the size of a storage closet is a testament to my packing skills. Anyways, You see that ******* over there?" Immediately, every single Beuce looked to a different one with a glare. "No, i mean Xindainotxindai." "Ohhh" "I think you know what to do." Each Beuce gave another a knowing look. They did indeed. All the clones of Beuce and Stratos were rounded up. The real Stratos could just Zantetsuken his way out. Each possible entity that could be Crybex was taken into the grasp of Unlimited Beuce Works. Into the FWARDIS, they pushed them all in and climbed in themselves. It only took nineteen more hours to get them all in. Once they were in, Beuce jabbed at them with a stick to try and fit them in a bit better and keep them from spilling out so he could close the door. Slamming it shut. He slapped it and it disappeared off into an unspecified location which could be determined at a later date. You could say they took Crybex and pushed him somewhere else. "Alright Myst, you wanted a way off Riel, there it is. Try not to do anything else stupid." As they landed, Zavion noted that it felt strange to be in such an untamed feeling world. Prior to now, all the worlds he'd been in were cities. This was a vastly overgrown world. There was probably a cave somewhere around here. He closed his eyes, scanning the area with his Clairvoyance. It was difficult to see through all of the oddly shaped trees, but eventually, he stumbled across something that may have been what they were looking for. "Have you found something?" Ghost asked. Zavion nodded. "Yeah, on the outside of this forest, there's some kind of structure. I don't think it's quite a natural made cave, but it seems close enough. In fact, i don't think much of the framework of this planet is naturally made, just the things that grow on it. It's like the whole place is made of steel." "Interesting. In any case, we should be going. We need to confirm whether or not the Hero is here." "Truly?! You think this Hero might be able to help?!" "Sure. But don't get your hopes up about finding him. We're looking for him now. Not exactly sure why here though. It's a ship. He's supposed to be in a cave." Bartholomew said, pointing out the oddity of the location they'd chosen to search in. Honestly, that red headed woman didn't know what she was talking about. He'd have to force her into a mental solitary confinement for a day or two. Not even because of the faulty information really. He hadn't gotten to properly scare anyone, and she was a good target. "Even still...I'm glad you came to this ship. Had you not, i may have never encountered you. I will help you find your hero, so that in the end he might help me accomplish my goal. " "Alright, well once Caleb has decided that there are no caves in the ship, we'll probably be going back to our headquarters."
Boreal's assault on them had been ruthless. The ice and snow had torn through their ranks, yet he was left unaffected by it. The blonde woman who had served as his protector now lay unconscious on the floor before him. "Charlotte!" Ra knelt down to the woman hastily to see if she was alright. She was out cold. "Do not fear...you did not save me in vain..." Ra stood and shot a frightening glare at Boreal. There was fire in his eyes Fire wrapped itself around Ra, burning from his fingertips all the way up his body. "Boreal..." He growled. "You will not go unpunished! You have insulted us!" The fire from him coalesced into a sphere at the wave of his hand, hovering near him. "You have made light of our bonds, and our pride!" Another orb of fire was created on the opposite side of him, burning slightly larger than the last. "You have injured our comrades, mocking us while you did so!" A third orb was crafted from the flames surrounding him. "You have turned one of our own against us. Used her and her power she cannot control for your own gain!" The bitterness Ra felt about this particular offense was apparent in his voice, and that it spawned the largest of the blazing spheres. "These crimes spit on the name of Sapphire Eclipse! You will not escape justice, Boreal! The flames of the sun will scorch your very soul!" The flames encompassing Ra's body grew hotter and brighter, until they eclipsed everything in the room in their light. His voice grew angrier with each word he spoke. Raising his staff high above his head, he brought down the end of it to the ground in front of him with a heavy slam. "THE HEAT BEARS DOWN UPON YOU!" The burning spheres all heeded their master's will and hurled themselves at the ice mage who opposed them. The fool he was, to face Sapphire Eclipse. To face Team King!
Beuce walked up next to the teenage boy, who seemed to be reading a card. He leaned over his shoulder, reading it as well. "Mark Furgot...Damn. That's a hell of an effort filled last name." He said casually. Hm. This was a bit of an odd situation. When he'd went looking for his left sock, he'd never expected the washing machine to betray him. And what's worse, the ketchup was in on it! The mark of it's betrayal was even still on his chest. Most people might even think it was blood, but no. Just a stain of the past. He never thought that his death would be so tragic. Shakespeare himself couldn't write a more sorrowful course of events. Fighting back tears at the tragic memories, Beuce himself picked up a card, beginning to read it. He was curious, were they all about the people here? Did they all have such amazing last names as the one that the kid in the hat had picked up? Find out in the next exciting post of Anchored Down Z.
The man looked up at Boreal, who had now taken to the skies with his ice make magic. He seemed confident, but Ra could tell he was getting desperate. If he was breaking out all the stops in order to finish the fight, he must be getting close to running out of steam. "You cannot hide from us, Boreal. The sky is no friend of yours. You have already failed. You must now accept it." Ra said to their enemy. He tappes his staff against the ground, and an orb of wind shot from the tip. He would break his wings and pull him back down to the ground.
