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Quils turned his head, instinctively pulling up his gauntlet, a part of him calling upon Id's appearance. He had no idea who it was, he just felt the need to be cautious.

Before Reaper could respond to Quils she sense the other person nearing. Making her instinctively climb to her feet and strap on the gauntlets. Once they were lock onto her hands the metal suddenly extended up to her shoulder and protuded spikes out of the elbows. Listening to the new person ask her about the medicine.
"No, I do not." Reaper answered. Sensing Darksun in the trees.

Reaper turned her head slightly back to feel Quils aura better. It was completely different..and it was filled with dark blood red. This must've been Id she was feeling. Not Quils quite a difference. She could see why he wouldn't like this Id very much.
"Just watch yourself, Id." Reaper warned flexing her gauntlets.

Through all of the events and the various goings on, the young Miss. Valentine managed to find her slumber.

Curled up against the tree trunk, with her arms around her weapon and her head upon the grass, Felicia's calm, shallow breaths resulted in the faint movement of her shoulders. The thickness of her dark hair draped over her face slightly, and her glossy lips held no expression. Releasing a slow, deep breath - not quite a sigh - Felicia moved her head a little, letting the grass tickle her face, causing her petite nose to twitch.

Grabbing the chain at his waist, he pulled it off and held several coils in one hand, a length to swing by in the other. Spinning it, he backed away from the man as he pulled his spear back, twirling it and lunging. Jumping backwards, Rivven swung the chain sideways at him, not letting it break it's rythem or momentum, but moving himself backwards and forcing his opponent to pursue. The moved backwards faster, until both were running through the woods, Rivven backwards and bare footed. Stopping for just a moments, he allowed the man to swing downwards toward him, and used the chains momentum to let it wrap itself hastily around the thich spear's pole several times, and let go to continue backwards. It may have seemed he'd disarmed himself, but in this case his weapon went to better use slowing his opponent. The spear still came in quick lunges though, as the moved quickly through the woods. I could play this out and see what I can learn from him, but he's not all that skilled. I'll end it. Taking a long leap backward, he landed and steeled himself to counter. His opponent had the advantage of reach, and meant to use it, lunging with the long blade-ended staff. But the strike was a bit slower, and despite his tiredness, Rivven gracefully sidestepped it, and as the man followed helplessly toward him with the lunges force, he let it slip along just touching his side, and brought one arm up, the flattened palm sliding along the inside of the spear, all the way up his arm, tracing his body in a way even masters of the unarmed fight had failed to stop before at times, and the palm struck him dead in the center of his chest, right above the soloplex, a perfectly balanced blow. That would leave no broken ribs or bruises, he wasn't so much an ametuer to allow his opponent to grit through an injury and surprise him, his technique was different, the impact of his blow located and balanced exactly to spread and balance through the man's entire torso. He brought the secong palm to the same spot a moment afterwards, that would give the man a feeling of a sick stomach, small pains all through out his torso, bruises all about and possibly a bit of internal bleeding. Coming in for the third blow of the technique, a strike that always killed if placed within an hour or so of the other two, which would break every rib, and tear apart his organs. But apparently the man had some magic left. A bright light blinded him momentarily, and lacerations opened all over him as blades of energy came from him, along with an impact that knocked him backwards. Rolling quickly to his feet. He struggled to see, realizing if he used his chakra to feel the moisture and replace his sight, he'd have nothing left to heal with afterwards. A tough predicament, but it had been careless to rush into a fight with most his strength already used. With a battle cry, he lunged forward, and lept over the man hoping to gain a strategetic oppurtunity through better positioning, and hoping it would delay an attack.

Id could see the man briefly over her shoulder, the fingers of his gauntlet dug deep into the earth, emitting a deadly dark energy. He waited for the chance to attack the man. He paid more attention to Reaper, perverse images running through his sinister mind. What he imagined was best left for internet sites.

Id grinned, looking over her outfit, her skin seeming delicate and lovely. He stared at her open back, looking down at ther mini-shorts and grinning widely. He stepped forward, his stance making it so that his forearm would touch her bare back. The position gave him a better defensive advantage with his current style, his gauntlet now hanging low as he looked over her shoulder, his chin almost coming into contact with it.

"Thats too bad" he spoke softly, then he turned his gaze towards the man called Id, while Huwatari's energy raised although it couldn't be felt nor could you see it, his powers were mysterious just like Sakura.

'If you dare attack me then you have something coming" he briefly spoke, as his pale blue eyes stared right at him, full of rage. Id kind of reminded him of Feena, although Feena was more confedent.