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"I don't do what I do because I want recognition-"

Who the hell was this chick?

Arian immediately had the impression of a teen, a kid-even though Arian herself was only twenty one. (Well, twenty two, it's her birthday today~)

A kid who needed assistance, from the look on her face, from her quickly rattled off words. Arian's eyes darted for the blasted hunter-while at the same time, her mind replayed Faustina's words. Snow was in danger?

Blind Snow. Grievously injured Snow. The twice former teammate Arian had ditched at the edge of the arena to deck Wil in the face.

God dammit-she had said she'd help him OUT, and now he's off getting ATTACKED? It was Arian's fault, of course, and that just made her madder about the whole thing.

Pushing the throbbing pain of her wounded right side out of her mind, Arian gave a nod. "Coming." She threw out in a bad mood sort of way, vibrantly colored eyes darting here and there, fire brewing in their pretty depths-Arian's speed picked up, the outlaw drawing upon reserves hardly there-as Arian sprinted towards the direction Faustina had come from, watchful for the blasted bounty hunter-but also looking ahead to see what trouble Snow was in.

It really wouldn't take long to find it. (In the interest of getting this show on the road for me~)

She hardly knew what the hell was going on when she burst in on the scene-she caught the tale end of what sounded to be a long and crazy speech, the woman pulling her sword back, charging Snow-

Damn. Arian redirected herself sligthly coming right for the woman at the side-her staff was pulled from her back, whipped forward to extend her reach six and a half feet.

Closer, closer-Arian stepped down and immediately shoved her body forward, arms thrusting the staff as the rest of her body followed suit, ramming one end of the wooden staff into the woman's ribcage just under her raised arm, intending to knock her off balance, or at least-force her to focus on a new attacker rather than continue her assault on Snow.

Arian hoped like hell, however, that the Swordsman had an attack or something ready-cause if not, Arian was about to be very, very screwed.

"Ultimate killers DON'T TALK SO DAMNED MUCH!!!!!" She furiously put forth in her accented voice, annoyed by this flaming sword woman, annoyed about bounty hunters, annoyed by her own irresponsibility. Trinity would no doubt be surprised to see the smaller, dusky skinned female decked in leather, damaged armor, her vibarantly colored eyes ablaze with her OWN internal flames of temper, glossy dark hair shining like ink in the firelight, her leather helm crowning her head.

She was beautiful, but inflamed, dangerous seeming. It was odd.

Silent My Child, Quiet your Heart.
Surrender your Mind to Starry Night.

Faustina slowed to a halt, her head turning to watch the woman run off toward Snow, silently thanking her for the assistance. Actually, she was rather surprised by how easily she'd risen to the plea...

She paused for a moment, gazing on at the battle between Snow, the weird-o, and Snow's new support. Biting her lip, the teenager tried to weigh the situation, trying to ignore her rising nerves. After all, the only fights she'd ever been in were with other kids her age and younger! Aside from Chameleon-sensei, anyhow, and she really didn't consider those to be decent experience. Chameleon-sensei wasn't trying to kill her, after all.

Her head turned, casting a hesitant glance towards the stadium. Would they need help? The woman looked injured as well, and both she and Snow had been in recent fights, what with being in the final round and all. The crazy, on the other hand, seemed quite fresh. Oh, and she was insane.

...Father will help. Won't he? They were his team mates, after all... Her stomach churned a bit, trying to deny her doubt, to pretend she had faith in her Father's willingness to aid. He was her Father, for crying out loud!!! She was supposed to believe in him!!! And so, off the girl ran once more, running straight towards the stadium.

...the...dragon-capped stadium? What the hell was going on here?!?!

Here in My Arms, Rest now in Peace,
And, Morning nigh, Joy will come again.

"I don't do what I do because I want recognition-"

(...seriously?)

Problem-Arian was six and a half feet, AT LEAST from Trinity, not counting her arm length. Farther away than Snow, and so less affected by the force of heat.

Quick feet skittering to keep herself upright, Arian was only blown back a foot before she steadied herself. It WAS hot. Already Arian was sweating inside her leather armor, beads of it along her brow beneath the helm. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and Arian half felt like her throat had closed up.

But the outlaw paid no mind. As it was, she couldn't have run even if the thought had crossed her mind. The flaming psychopath before her started to laugh just as Arian had regained her footing-and as the English words began spewing, Arian began moving. A small bag of sand had been untied from her belt, held in Arian's gloved hand, the top drawn open, loosened.

Bursting forward once more, her staff was held out to her side in her right hand (about the middle of the staff), while her left held the sand. (Arian's on Trinity's left side) It was only the small space that Arian had to dart, powerful legs pushing back into range as her left hand suddenly swung forward and towards Trinity's face-throwing sand into the woman's eyes, basically.

Whether or not this hit, Arian's right hand would swing the upper half of the staff into the woman's back, if she was able. It would be a weaker attack-but coming all the same.

Arian could already feel the adverse effects of the heat on her stamina-her throat was dry and it half hurt to breathe. She had nothing to do about it either.

Most likely, she was going to get killed or suffer a heat stroke. Thank God she was only twenty one-she'd last longer.

But Arian was not a stupid woman-she was in over her head, and she knew it. Her Goal? Distract this crazy chick so Snow could save his own a**. "Shut UP ya old b***h!" Arian hissed venomously at Trinity, trying to draw her rage and attention to HER, giving Snow time to blindside, or charge, or whatever the ******** he thought he could do.

It was too ******** hot in here, even for the Courtelli Native, where heat was usually a good thing.

And that was not the only thing coming.

As the swordsman snow rushed inwards to plant his orb towards the maddened Red Assassin, there would be a growing screeching, not unlike a rising birds call, somehow sustaining from the direction behind Trinity.

The crimson and gold flames whipping about in the power influenced wind, tossing blood red locks about ivory skin. The woman in white, Tria Kywin, held a black wooden longbow taunt, aiming the black arrow she had been holding previously directly at Trinity's back. There was an intense, look in her eyes, which belied the smirk upon her thin red lips. At the arrows tip, was a mass of cardinal red colored energy, the source of the scream. It enveloped the entirety of the arrow for a moment before she let the arrow loose, speaking clearly:

"Raven Venom."

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Earlier,

It was not easy to outrun the woman Arian, even wounded. Which was quite a feet concerning Tria's Elvish heritage, and pratice of weilding a bow in combat. Both required her to be incredibly uncanny at both speed and agility. As the combattants grew more powerful, and sometimes larger, that skill had to be refined perfectly.

However, Tria was not good with crowds, it had been difficult running through the people such as it was. She had barely gotten out the door and into the trees of the forest in enough time not to be caught.

But it had worked out in the end. She had drawn Arian to her previous partner, and revealed another threat that "The Hunted" would have to contend with. Tria herself would keep out of the public light long enough to get an ample angle upon Trinity

With fewer combatants in this melee, Tria had a chance at controlling the circumstances to be favorable for her.

That is, if the three of them could hold off against an Crazed Elite Assassin long enough for the rest of the reinforcements.

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The arrow loosed, and promptly disappeared as soon as it cleared the bow, the energy winking out briefly.

Then in a series of small crimson flashes, a swath of glowing red arrows of energy appeared in a downwards angle, twenty two in all, circling Trinity.

There would be a delay before the arrows would converge, giving the swordsman Snow a moment to retreat from this attack, as well as his own, before the arrows would converge upon their target.

"Don't get so cocky!"



"You still have some fight left in you."



"!!!"



"Arrows...I fought someone who used arrows once..."



"And just like before, they are useless."

There was a reason why the move is dangerous.
Why there is the need to have a highly intense heat to come in contact with the orb. And, as he had expected...
Contact with the heat is all the swordsman needed. The orb exploded under the near instantaneous difference in heat, and unfortunately for the madwoman;

The vaporous steam that emitted off of the orb is the swordsman's hidden trick.

A steam explosion. Packing a huge punch - as what the psychopath had felt when she was knocked back, it wasn't the only thing that was dangerous at that time. The steam which came off of the explosion was also dangerous to come in contact with - having absorbed a hearty amount of heat from the surroundings, and being splashed everywhere in a roughly 100 degree angle under the concussive shockwave left by the explosion. Any skin or exposed areas of a human body which came into contact with it would be hit hard with severe burns.

Even a fire user.
Highly ironic though, for a fire user to be burned while under the mercy of the water.

But that wasn't all from the orb. The swordsman had other intents hidden within the attack, and when the steam lost its energy a short while after the blast...
It was the opening behind the psychopath which the swordsman was going for - the concussive wave blasting all the air away from the surrounding fire behind the woman - and robbing the flames the fuel source it requires to keep burning. While the steam would lose its high heat in a few short seconds during its expansion, it left a good opening for Arian to get out of the flaming inferno as the swordsman too, rushed out from the opening left by his steamy blast immediately after his attack.

With a quick dash, the swordsman would then quickly make his escape out of the flaming cage, the hiss and extinguished fire giving him the opening to get out -

- and immediately whirl back, taking a short breather while his strength quickly left his body - the toll from the stamina much stronger than he had expected.

"Guh..."

Parts of his cloak revealed some bandages underneath that was soaking up some blood, some of his wounds already opened and causing him to feel dizzy, his mind starting to feel the pain pushing through his recklessness. While he tried to brush the notice away, it was evident that - as he was prepping up another charge - the ability to charge one up was slower this time, and that his face was showing the stress he's suffering under the fight.

The injury he has is starting to take its toll on him.

((Dude. No. I call foul...))

((Ladies; you're all beautiful, and you're all going to the prom.))