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"I see, it seems he's not pleased at the fact of being stuck in that water bottle. He seems a formidable opponent as well." Akira involuntarily grinned at the notion of the figurine and flipped it out of his pocket. He knelt down and carefully placed it upon the ground in front of him. "Yes, it's very important. That figurine is my dearest companion."

Akira stood up and took a step back before calling out, "Come, Fang!" Almost immediately a chilling breeze blew through the room and a white mist appeared around the figurine. When the mist dissapeared a great winter wolf stood above the figurine and shook its shaggy fur. "This is Fang," a whine escaped from the wolf's mouth in response and it sat down lazily.

"I see, I might have to search for one someday to duel it. They seem very interesting and if there are other's stronger than Dalucien then it would be a formidable opponent indeed." Akira eyed his enchanted equiptment that was visible in his open bag. His enchanted bracers sitting just over head Spark and Legion, his enchanted scimitars, and his enchanted boots just below. They would be put to great use if he ever encountered one of the stronger water demons.

"Heh, he would indeed but the figurine is actually a portal to his own plane of existance. He can only stay in the Material Plane for a day or so before he is weak and must return to the Astral Plane," Akira said and he walked over and knelt down beside Fang and the girl. He patted the wolfs back and shook his head, Fang was enjoying this treatment a little too much.

"Yes, he is very nice. Very noble and loyal as well. He has saved my life more than once and upon two occasions he sacrificed his life for me. Or so I thought. I learned that as long as the figurine is perfectly in tact, Fang will never die though he can stil feel the pain, but when in the Astral Plane he heals quickly."

"Hmm. Interesting. Can they take any form they wish?" Akira asked Sora while inspecting the water demon as though it was an inanimate being. "Dalucien, would you care for a duel?"

"From what I've read in ancient tomes of mythical beasts from the Astral Plane, they usually take part in an endless duel with their arch rival. For the White Wolf Fang, it is a great Midnight Panther." Fang growled in response and dropped down, right side against the floor. He growled again trying to indicate that he wished for his belly to be scratched. All the while Akira stared and shook his head at Fang.

"Oh yes! I'm Akira Legna. It's a pleasure to meet you Sora Himeshi," Akira said politely as he shook her hand.

"Really? Wouldn't the best way for him to do that is to defeat a higher ranking demon?" Akira sighed disappointedly when Dalucien declined his request. He was so looking forward to fighting a water demon. Now it seemed he would have to wait to fight another. How he hated to wait, anticipation was worse than torture to him. "Ah, well, some other time then Dalucien?"

Fang sleepily pawed the air, thuroughly and obviously greatly enjoying the treatment. Akira laughed and shook his head wondering what Fang was more suited for, adventure or pampering.

"I see, that's unfortunate." Akira turned his attention back to Dalucien and nodded with a grin. Just as he was about to say something, Akira's stomach growled rather loudly. He bent over slightly and wonced. "Probably should've eaten before I came." Akira sighed and scratched his head nervously.

"Umm... I think I'm going to go out to get a bite to eat. Would you like to join me?" Akira asked as he dismissed Fang and placed the figurine into a pocket. He walked over to his equiptment bag, took off his melee sparring gloves and shoes and replaced them with his enchanted bracers and boots which magically shrunk to fit him perfectly upon adorning them. He strapped on Legion, his right-hand sword, and left Spark in the bag and slung it over his shoulder.

"Lead the way then..." Long said as he trailed watching very carefully of what he was going to do, now that his belt his not functioning, Long's strength could burst out at random and unknown times. It means that if he had tried to turn a doorknob, he might bend up crushing the knob with his grip before doing anything else. Long had in fact, possessed tremendous, inhuman physical strength and endurance that more god-like than that of being superhuman. This was the result of hellish and rigorous training provided by Genbu and Byakko alone.

But Long's body had not grown into that true strength, and practically, the belt was a way for him to gradually gain more control of that strength. He frowned slightly hoping not having to do anything with his hands until he got to the temple to fix them. He only scoffed every once in a while saying, "Stupid belt dying on me...".

((next post in which temple?))

Joy wandered into the training Facility, a long, carved bow slung over her shoulder along with a shorter, recurved bow. Two basic quivers accompanied them. She looked both ways over her shoulder, noticing that Damien wasn't here yet. Oh well, she could choose a practice range for them.

After a bit of wandering, Joy found a nice range that could cater both to guns and bow and arrows. She placed her luggage in the holders and hooked her thumbs through the empty beltloops on her slightly torn low-rider jeans. They hugged her curvaceous hips gently, rvealing a strip of pale, creamy skin before a black belly shirt with an interesting design covered the rest. She had black shiny steel toed boots that came up to just below her knees, covered in silver buckels and leather straps. Her jeans were tucked neatly in to them, the ripped knees showing another touch of skin. Her hair was wound up into two messy buns on the sides of her head, one long thick string of hair falling infront of her face. She had applied black eyeliner to her eyes and a touch of lip gloss that made her already puffy lips seem fuller. Her eyelids were half closed over piercing ice blue irises, giving her an air of boredom. The outfit change was amazing, from a slightly ditsy, dress wearing girl to a very pissed-off seeming young woman. Even her arms were crossed. Her baby face was barely noticable, hidden under the aura her clothes sent out.

Joy flopped down in a seat and waited for her escort to arrive so that they could start shooting, she could start if she wanted to, but she was waiting to see him use the gun, and didn't want to miss it, though he would probably shoot it a lot more than once, after all, this was a shooting range meant for practice.

((I love describing my characters xD))