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He could tell Tansen was rather smart, which made him think all the more of his more-or-less useless partners.

Watching him launch off the ground like so and blankly seeing the Excalibur bolt fly toward him made him simper again as he slid off the railing as the Excalibur tore it apart and landed softly back onto the ground. The railing once connected to the ceiling clanged harmlessly next to him, and abruptly the concert stage darkened.

With the darkness anew once more, Ariyoul could no longer see Tansen clearly but that probably wouldn't prove much a problem now that he remembered the stage itself. He knew his formidable opponent was still in the air, and swiftly released another Lightning Pawn, then a Lightning Rook that trailed after the Spark Core.

When he noticed Tansen's burning coat on the ground, Ariyoul winced slightly. If the whole place caught on fire, their fight wouldn't turn out the prettiest. Then again, the fight never really was that pretty.

The blind teen also crashed the lights, shattered glass raining on the ground. The two were fully submerged in darkness, and he felt that Tansen wouldn't need much to adjust to since he was already used to the blackness, while he, the one that can see, would have more of a problem. s**t.

He blinked once or twice, trying to distinguish the walls, railings, and such. Tansen slid across the ground... Somewhere near the doors? Suddenly he felt much more grateful for his ability to see. Then he realized the doors were shut. When had that happened?

Slightly distracted, he snapped out the last Lightning Pawn then waited for it to show him where his opponent was lying. This time he was a bit more reassured that he couldn't block it.

A sharp crash brought Ariyoul's attention to the railings. The Spark Core he threw had blown up... Where exactly?

Dammit, he had been distracted. He still didn't know where Tansen was

Taking a hazardous guess, he fired one Lightning Rook near the railings, another at the main doors, trying to guess where he was. This damned darkness was getting to him, and he was a gang leader by night...

He watched the bolts fly toward their designated area, determined not to let his focus falter.

A loud clatter by the railings. Ariyoul was right - Tansen was hiding near the railings, and the lightning he had thrown out had done little to nothing. If this keeps up, the two would be bored to death because their moves weren't connecting.

If his lightning won't go through the doors and railings, then he'll just have to go in himself, won't he?

Slightly disappointed and cross that it came to this, he slunk closer to the railings, forcing open doors and slipping between railings. He had no idea how close to Tansen he was, so he tossed an Exalibur in front of him.

Silver lightning rushed past Ariyoul, very, very close to burning his hair. He smoothed the agitated dark hair down, then looked back to the source of lightning. Tansen was literally in front of him, wasn't he?

"Sadly, I've seen a few wars among the gangs around here, and they're never pretty," he remarked, brushing off his jacket sleeve. Tansen was still behind the metal, and due to the darkness it was hard not to run into it - he's smacked his head once or twice already.

Well, that was annoying.

A green projectiile swerved over by Ariyoul, very narrowly passing by him, leaving behind a cut in his jacket. Dammit, he could swear Tansen enjoyed ruining his clothes. Not that the gang leader hadn't ruined some of his. The aflame suit jacket Tansen had been wearing had worn out, the fire spluttering out. Guess there just wasn't enough to fuel it, he thought bitterly.

He bit his lip. All he had were lightning pins. He wasn't thinking when he came into this fight. He should've brought another positive psyched pin, instead of sticking on a whole deck of lightning.

Sweeping his hair back once more, he felt the area around him, trying to dub what he should pass and what he shouldn't run into. If he had known his hair would've got in his way so much, he would've brought a rubber band or something.

Ariyoul had no idea what he was touching when his fingertips brushed across fabric.

He was more than sure that he brushed against Tansen without purpose, but when he reached out to find him again, he was gone. He moved his hands around him and found nothing. Damn. The blind teen had fled somewhere in the dark room, and he was unable to detect where he was, or might possibly be.

Ariyoul stepped silently on the ground, tripping unintentionally again on a crushed soda can. How the hell does someone do that? He sighed in disgust - he was usually never this clumsy. An Excalibur left his fingertips as he slid across the littered floor. With a shrug he picked up the crushed can and tossed it in a random direction.