Welcome to the under dome

Yami: *scans around the arena then she stabs her weapon into a patch of sand and drags her feet across the ground towards a wall*

 

Demyx had an idea Axel would pull something sneaky like that. The steam was a perfect cover, but what Axel didn't know or realize was that stream was a form of water vapor and could be controled by the water wielder. He ignored the kind of shape his cloak was in since it offered him some protection. Better that then his own body. Sticking his hand out, his water rose as he wet his hand, the steam attracted to his wet hand as it swept towards him giving him visability. Spotting the glow of the fire, he swung back his sitar and clashed Axel forcing him back out of the fog. The base of it sent the flurry flying off in another direction as the nocturne sped after him, with the water propelling him forward. "Gotcha Now!" He yelled out, giving Axel quite a beating.

 

Axel noticed the fog concealing Demyx as he smirked as he let his fire begin to stream up from the ground the fire geysers dissipating the fog as the flame dancer disappeared into the remainig steam. He had felt the hits from sitar, but it wasn't enough to damage him. His hand began to spark slightly as he lifted his hand in a downward motion as the fire beneath his feet began to splatter the arena filling the ground beneath into hot coals. Fire also surfacing up from it. "It aint over yet!" His feet began to skate in the hot coals as he propelled himself with his own wave of fire as it zipped into Demyx the pyro's body completely on fire as he went right through him.

 

"dang these battles get intense" maria said and looked at hajime "and you wonder why I hate fighting"

"maria you causeed some of those fights" the dragon said and sighed

 

Flames flickered at his coat, as he quickly drenched himself with his element to put the fire out. Rubbing his arms, he gritted his teeth from the burns, but that wasn't going to stop him. With his sitar ready, he backed away a few feet to cover some distance as his fingers danced rapidly on the strings of his weapon, the water's flowing movments ascending into a wall of water on it's own. Taking his time as he paced forward, the water shot up in his wake, flooding the area where no fire could light. Using this as a shield, it came down as he with a burst of speed jetted across, the momentum throwing his body forward catching Axel by surprise. Once in the air and with his water still high, the sitar did more then pummel. Using the bladed side, he swung down, and then upwards and then through piercing his target, the blood gushing onto his weapon, he kept up the process, the mixture of two forming on the ground.

 

(OOC: You didn't say Axel was hit by the water so he is still on fire.)

Axel was surprised at the attack, but found out that even though his fire from the ground was vaniquished there would still be steam from the coals. A shade of fog began to form once more. He noticed he was bleeding and for a moment this had caught him by surprise to think that his friend would ever do that to him. His eyes in an icy glare as he used one of his chakrams as it extended forward to defend or guard against the weapon from hitting his body. The other chakram spinning in his wake for each time Demyx thrusted down at him with his bladed side of his sitar the opposite chakram was piercing its target as well forcing further in the flesh. Blood flying rapidly as Axel was giving anything to save himself from being a shihcobbob Both nobodies in deep contact with the other. Trying to pierce the other. The only advatage Axel had was because of the close contact he was still blazed in fire. This would be disasterous for the water wielder as he was torching his body in the process as the one chakram was driving deeper into him.. In the meantime Axel had his fire return, but this time it was behind the water, as the coals parts of matarialized forming some kind of crusted wal rising higherl over so the water couldn't go over so easily.

 

Ryxan jumped up, levitating himself into the air, and stayed there. He lifted his weapon, and flipped forward.
Eclipse scar, he thought, His body emanating energy, and as he landed, the ground exploded, scarring the arena. An empty void appeared where the scars were unleashed.
He aimed his slash downwards towards Yami.
"What drives you?" He asked.

 

Mixt made it back to his house with Gex still over his shoulder. Dropping him on the bed Mixt rummaged through a drawer till he came across a piece of chalk, a flask of metallic liquid, and a syringe with red fluid inside. Mixt drew out and alchemy circle with the chalk and then used it to transmute the metallic liquid into a mechanical arm. Then he used his new arm to inject some of the red liquid into his right shoulder. Before long Mixt appeared just as if the battle had never happened.

 

Demyx knew Axel was on fire and he expected the fire wielder to fall into his trap. Hook, line and sinker was the game here. Though he would substain some massive injuries from his friend, it was worth it in the end for his plan to go through. Gritting his teeth from the intense pain that was burning his cloak, he felt the stabbing pain from the chakram as well. It was a fortunate thing, Demyx was a master of deciet, for he was able to stare into the eyes of his killer and easily read his body expression. Axel was set on killing him now and trying to finish him off, but the water wielder had more up his sleeve. He swung his sitar back and forth to confuse the other of his actions. It was like a freaky contortionist doing some out of this world move. Using the blades of his sitar, he caught it on the chakram that was being pierced through him held tight by Axel. While lunging the fire youth forward, he sprung his legs in the air, kicking him hard in the throat. Now was his chance to reveal something dangerous that would be considered lethal. Seizing his neck, his water was ready to put out the fire so as long as the musician surived he would be able to manupulate the water upon will. The coals would be the problem, but the steam was considered a form of water in it's heated form so, the water youth simply had his element swarm around the vapor making it stronger than before forming it into his own, that shot up from the ground repeatly like hot toxic gas. With his hand and the water coming near, the sitarist launched a jet stream of frigid water upon him preparing to drown Axel and wipe out his fire completly and flood the whole place if he had to. The water was rising as more pressure came forth, beginning to turn the arena into a shallow pool getting deeper in depth by the minute.

 

Axel jolted back forcfully by the kick in the throat, but because he was still on fire that meant that Demyx's feet were on fire at the time as well. One thing Demyx had forgotten that Axel's whole body was on fire and was putting himself in severe burn central. Perhaps he was risking it, but as the sitar player had put his hands on his neck the pyromanic had risen his fire higher, from the ground the crusted lava now revealing itself so that it was vanquising the steam and simply went down to the ground his flexible body doing the splits where his free chakram brought up in his defense so Demyx couldn't beat him into a pulp. He had gotten wet in the process, but Axel was determined to turn the tables again. He was dretched, but even so the cloak protected him and it just enraged of more. Materializing behind Demyx he decided fire wasn't the way to beat him. He would rely on his fighting insticts. His chakrams shaking roughly in his clutches he studied the situation as he did a roll to avoid the water that was shooting up from the geysers. With the water now a shallow pool the flame dancer used it to slip and slide by running and splashed Demyx in the face for a moment blinding him temporarily from the swish of water.

Axel knowing that the frigid water was spraying him, but it only intensified his anger he stuck out his foot kicking him in the jaw spiraling him backwards. The flame dancer lunged at him levitating for a short distance and quickly dried off his chakrams still spinning outward and aimed for the sitar trapping it towards the ground. His hands in motion while doing it.

 

From the water that Axel fortunetly got him in the face, it didn't faze him except for a second, except that the flurry had collided his foot with him in the jaw. Things were now getting intense and Demyx could tell that Axel was desperate when he replied on his fighting styles more than his fire. He couldn't summon his fire not with the wet conditions that were getting worse for him by the minute. When Demyx thought that the red haired man had pulled out all of his sneaky tricks, he did not expect him to dare touch his precious sitar. How dare he trap it on the ground in such a quick easy move that anyone could of thought of that, but now he had insulted his symbol that made the youth of life the reason he was referred as the melodious nocturne. Did Axel have no shame? Apparently not. Now it was personal. "Axel no one dare touches my sitar but me! Now you're going to pay? Got it?" With the sitar in its postition, the musician grabbed hold of it nudging Axel away from it, as he traced his fingers on the strings once more. Playing and keeping a even high speed tempo, the music flowed through out the area, getting louder and stronger thus making the water more violent and unpredictable. It was if Axel would now be caught in a fury of a storm about to unleash all it's disasterous power on him. Spiraling about the water flowed, creating a faster current ready to suck him beneath, the jets below causing the spray to go everywhere addding to the current making the deph deeper. He sure hoped Axel could swim, for Demyx wasn't fazed by the water and could move about freely with it since he had control of it and his vessel consisted of it along with the darkness.

 

Braxen watched the two elementalists closely "seems like i got the more intense of the two fights this time Kex" he said
"indeed you did sire, if the other two do not proceed..... i will be forced to enter myself" Kexant said watching the other fight

 

Axel gritted his teeth to his realization that the water was flowing about anywhere, but he had accomplished something. The chakram had recently dug into the ground creating a huge crator, but he didnt stop there. With his other hand the other chakram in the dry spots spung around rapidy the blacken coal wall was finished on the other side and split a few times because of the intensity of the hot air. Fire and lava erupting because of the huge crater, the wall becoming hotter and higher. Separated from the water.
On the other side where he was located near Demyx, the water swarming around him was in which was like a trench or trouge. He was not going to lose this fight no matter how the odds could be against him. Demyx was greatly depending on water and that was it. What happened to the cowardly Demyx that he used to know. The one that hated fighting? This Demyx was different and knew how to fight and Axel knew he would have a better chance if he wasn't enclosed almost like a cage. If he lost this match he would be humilated since Demyx was his underling the one who held high respect for him. He couldn't let him win this. It wasn't about pride anymore, but determination and who was the better fighter.

Eying the current he smirked there was no way he going to be shot into the current and sucked beneath it. Secretly the fire wielder had wished that the dome was larger enough to be open enough so the water could flow out. If it was that possible. It was a large place, but still he didn't want to be surrounded by all this water. Grasping one of his chakrams he sprang upon Demyx and leviatated towards him. He was sick of fighting at an distance. Close contact was a weakness to Demyx. Axel relied on his speed as well as his body even though cold and wet used the cloak almost like a parashute because the way it hung down. It was heavy now, but was slowly drying because of the heat source within the fire youth embodied with it. Like a fired bullet his arms spiraled forward clutching the water youth's chains on his cloak, pulling at them. Forcing him down , and the other part was Axel's cloak the tail end was heav and blinding the water youth temporarily whipping him in the face as the fire wielder faked colliding into him. Because of the mometum Demyx fell onto his back. With that same chakram he dug it into the ground the eight prone side inbetween Demyx's neck trapping him there. "Give up already!" Axel had several alternatives now the could turn into his favor easily. Hopefully Demyx would understand the dangerous predicment he was now in.

 

Yami: *kicks down on the ground and a wall of rock pops up and blocks the attack* what drives me? who knows.. *kicks the wall making sharp rocks start flying towards Ryxan*

 

Ryxan scratches his head, portalling behind Yami. "You do. Thats why I'm asking." He flipped backwards, kicking her head.
Landing, he threw his weapon at her, in a boomerang style.

 

Yami: *burrows into the ground and back behind Ryxan and stabs her armblade into his back and twists it* How does My own 2 feet sound to you? *kicks his legs and forms a boulder behind him and rolls it towards him*

 

Demyx noramlly was a coward, but he knew everything he did would result in whether he would win or lose. He had to give it his all to prove to the boss that he was worthy, to prove that he was a fighter, maybe not one of the strongest, but that he still could. That came down to it the end was that his survival was at stake so he wouldn't just roll over and die like Axel wanted him to. If he wanted to live up to his goals and see to existing another day and night, he would do his best to make that happen. It didn't matter to him what anyone thought of him or not. The vital thing was just get past this round and worry about what would happen in the future. If he were to lose now, he may not have a future once Axel got through with him. Axel was known for his brutal sadistic ways and the last thing the nocturne was going to experience would be having the same thing or worse fate happen to him like what had happened to all of Axel's opponents so far. He was in bind and he knew it, but some how he would come out of it and it would take more than just pure strength that he was waining from each attack.

Demyx watched Axel levitate in the air for a short period of time like all nobodies were capable of and then spring another attack on him seizing him by his drawstrings as he fell backwards with Axel still holding onto him. Just when he didn't think matters would get worse, the flurry of dancing flames held him down with the weapon inches from his neck. This was a desperate situation indeed; however, the musician had seen where Axel made one desperate mistake and that was pinning him to the ground and the crator that was formed with the other chakram. When Demyx was being attacked, he kept his sitar with him at all costs, and if it did happen to fall away on the way side, he could summon it back in his hand. This was one of those situations. Raising his arm quickly his weapon was underneath him, hidden from the flame youth, the water had not gone out completly even though there was now a passage way for it so there would be dry areas, there were still areas that could be deep. Touching the stings from behind his back he didn't need to look, for when he did play his eyes were always shut so he didn't need to reply on sight. He would simply feel the music through the water. As he did this, the water came to him forming his columns that sprang up creating more water, but rather than having it hit Axel, it directed it to the crater that was covered in fire and lava and the area in between that sepearted the water from the fire. The frigid water flowed into it, turning the hot substance into a molten rock thus being cooled down by the current of the water, producing even more steam thus more control. This was broken apart apart by the massive water pressure like rock being crushed into particles beneath a pressurized water fire hose. "WATER!" From that sudden command, the sitar that was underneath shot him staightwards from a water blast of bubbles and massive streams from the back of him, lifting him upwards and blasting him off from the ground where Axel had pinned him with his weapon previously. Now with his neck free from the ground and the weapon that was still close though and in the air he spun the sitar out from under his back, thrusted the fire wielder slashing his skin through his cloak underneath the hooded part in the back towards Axel's neck and was pulling back on the sitar, his hands gripping the middle of the weapon, ripping the material and the skin with each twist and jerk. With the chakram still close to him though and with Axel's skin and cloak being ripped apart they both free fell through the air.Aiming the sitar downwards to the ground and onto the crater the jet streams broke the rock apart, while Demyx and Axel fell into the freezing waters of the crater sinking furthur down to the bottom. He held his sitar tightly as Axel's cloak and skin was still attached and Demyx was not giving him any reason to escape his watery demise.

 

Axel struggled fiercely in his grasp being careful not to wiggle a bit to tear at his cloak or neck even more. Patiently he waited a few mintues and then used his front legs curling one of them up to grasp the sitar while the other was kicking intensly at the sitar in any way possible including Demyx's hands hoping to curl them backwards. Because he was wearing boots the pressuere would hurt more, than someone's regular shoes so stomping down on Demyx's hands would indeed hurt. He had realized he was free styling upside down and the water was freezing every part of his body slowly. Thoughts back to surface from his mind of flash back of the organization and his departure and the betrayal. Then the worst of all, Demyx beating him in this match. He wouldn't know what he would do. He would not be happy and probably give him the cold shoulder. Dreading to do this, he figured he had no choice, but with his chakram he leveled the part attached to his skin like a lever and pushed up on the sitar point that was unbedded there. Once free from that one, he then unzipped his cloak all the way, letting it fall on the sitar which caused it to sink faster because of the weight. He was now half naked and the frigid feeling was like ice on his bare skin. Feeling the effects of coldness sicking in and with no protection around his body it slowly began shutting down including his strengh and near hymotherma. Not willing to give up and his temper flaring even more than usual. He bashed his boots at Demyx's inside of his wrist which by reflex would cause him to let go of him. The cloak started falling, but the flurry had an idea as he sent one of his chakrams to go retrieve it. He threw it to the bottom of the depth and it shot back like a boomerrang snatching the cloak and it fell on the surface. Not stopping there the flame user now free slashed one of his chakrams across into Demyx's neck giving him the same treatment that he was given with the sitar. He wedged it in deeper until he saw red liquid and then forcably pulled it out. He slashed him in the shoulder with the other . Pulling forward with the chains on Demyx's cloak once again tied them to the sitar including the strings and rammed Demyx's weapon sharp end into his chest as the fire wielder retreated to the surface.

Gasping for air he panted a bit holding his neck a bit from the stinging pain and red now showing on his hands. Glaring feriously at the sight of blood he then glanced at the molten rock as an idea came into his head. He stood on top of it, absorbing his fire and energy replenishing it once agian. His cloak he clumisly placed it back on himself grimacing at the battered condition at was now in. More thoughts struck in his brain and they were angry ones. If Demyx was set on killing him then he would do the same. He didn't expect it to go that far, but with water as his opponent it was a dangerous situation. They were enemies right now and would be treated like that. With both of his chakrams he slicked them both into a small secition of the wall as massives amounts of the rock tumbled down into the water below. Axel's fire didn't decrease as his body and soul engulfed in flames as the flames itself increased a fire geyser sparking with more as it turned bluish now. The flames were soaring high away from the water as it began to cloud the arena. With his hands he manipulated the dancing flames as they created another separate hole he had made, creating another wall in the process and increasing the flame, to evade the water, but this time it was a small crater. If Demyx tried anything sneaky then Axel would watch him burn in the lava. His eyes set on the water below his eyes piercing with flame and fire all around. His soul seem pretty much black if anything with hardly any hints of light in them.

 

Larxene's eyes widened as she witnessed axel resurface. "axel...has his cloak off..." she blinked repeatedly, and eventually began to breathe again once he clumsily shrugged it back on.

 

Everything seemed to happen all at once and the words that Demyx was cursing were how much of a copycat the fire wielder was. He was in serious pain, with his sitar sticking right through him, his neck pierced, his body falling faster to the bottom of the ground with the rocks falling on top of him. His eyes closed and he was about to give up, ready to fade away into the darkness forever, when his spirit brought him out of his daze and reminded him that he was in his own element and could use it to his advantage. Pulling the sitar out of him and letting out a painful moan and groan underneath the surface, his blood was mixing with the water as the current rose him up, him controling the water once more. Weakly he played, the jets rising up crushing the rocks that were falling on him into bits of gravel as he made his way to the surface, holding his side as he came out of the hole. He lay there bleeding profusely, the water seeping into his flesh. Using the sitar as a crutch he staggered up, his legs shaky as he saw Axel in the distance. Now was on the time to give it all he had no matter how much pain he was in, no matter how much he was bleeding. Axel was going down. Water always prevailed over fire. Coughing and gagging, he looked like a mess, but he still had his determination. With one last ballad, he played a triumpatic piece one of fury and sorrow. The water took the effect of it swaying with the music as he closed his eyes, his spirit guiding him through the water, and the music that progressed. The water flowed placing out the wall of flames once more, getting everything that was dry soaked. He danced painfully now with his eyes opened, the crystal clear element spraying through at Axel, the ten pillars at a time shot up through the ground at a time continuesly as he pranced forward, holding his sitar out, with one hand, the other hand, his fist turning a blueish purple as the whole sitar did striking more of the water's fury thus creating the currents to form higher and join together in a wave. "Now Axel let's see you surive this!" He jetted across to him, the weapon in his hand slashing the fire wielder completly where his cloak was torn into shreds. With a forward agonizing thrust, he strung his sitar through the cloak, through Axel's midsection of his chest the end of it sticking out of his back. Getting him off the sitar he flung him backwards to the middle of the arena where the wave was present ripping it in half and damaging his joints in the process. The wave was now upon Axel and with that much force, one would be mangled for sure.