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The light hiss of static high above the arena, would probably be overlooked due to the commotion below. Stepping out onto one of the rafters above the mage exited one of her swirling blue portals. Dismissing the magical gate way she perched on the edge of the metal support gazing down on the other occupants.

To her surprise she saw none other than the type of duel that rarely was exhibited within the Orion's walls. Weapons were almost a unspoken taboo of sorts since most of the occupants tended to wield her own bodies and powers as weapons. The result was that she knew not of any of the occupants skill with a blade, save for her husband and few others. Letting her legs dangle before she watched the competition between what seemed to be Jade and Tali. It was clear little love was lost between the two as they fought.

"Hmmmph..."

Barely audibly, she remarked on match her own fighting spirit beginning to surface. With the known existence of her elder dragon's blood, she no longer felt the need to subdue her "blood lust", thankfully her current lifetime as a human had tempered the feelings to a point that she knew enough restraint to hold back when such was called for.

Lets see what you can do Jade

She watched on.

(-Waves, having not been on in forever due to summer activities, then scampers off for more summer activities.- ^.^)

((*eats the snacks User left for everyone while waiting for her RP companions to join her in unfreezing her battle tonight.* ^ ^*munchmunch*))

His body shifting to the side and turning with the force of his throw, Wesley never takes his eye off of the Saiya-jin as she rolls through the air. He brings Shinorei to his right, the ominous sword generating a dim spark of energy that course down it's side as it's wielder turns to face the girl. Closing his lips in a smug grin, the demon stands with his feet shoulder width apart, arms relaxed at either side. Not the most defensive stance. Though easily able to pluck her out of the air as she flies, he doesn't. Though fully capable of using the floor below her to trap her upon her landing, he doesn't. Instead, the overlord allows his opponent to make her way back for a second assault, curling his left pinky and brushing it through his scarlet locks.

Answering her swing with one of his own, Taliman lets his left foot shift outward as he twists his right wrist, keeping the edge of his weapon forward but pointing it more downward and to his right. He brings it over to the opposite side as Jade attacks, Shinorei and Seinorei criss-crossing with a resounding clang of metal to metal. The strike is meant as a block, housing only enough power to glance across the blue blade and keep it from reaching it's target.

Bringing his blade all the way to his left and reversing the direction of the tip, he brings it right back the way it came. Wesley swings from his left hip upward, slicing Shinorei diagonally across the little girl's torso.

"Stop making your attempts so obvious, girl."

The demon growls, disappointment in Jade's technique showing clearly on his face as he pulls Shinorei back to his side once more. She moves in yet again, bringing Tali to furrow his brow in frustration. The girl needs to try harder; how does she hope to fight if she continues to jump out of range? She swings her sword, but Wesley simply bends backward, again bringing Shinorei to his left as he does. As Seinorei flies just out of range to hit him, he raises his weapon, using the edge to push Jade's attack along. He guides it in the same direction that she is swinging, but likely further than she would intend.

His tail curling and pushing against the ring floor as support, Wes stands straight in time with his arm falling back to his side, the path of his parry forcing Jade's sword down with his. Tip of both swords near the ground by the time he has stood back to his five foot height, the Tonepian lord deftly steps in with his left leg, beginning a clockwise spin. At three quarters of a full turn, the small man steps around with his right leg as he turns, extending his arm and attacking his sword. His right hand swings the hilt of Shinorei at Jade's face, aiming to smash it into the side of her head.

How is it not obvious when one is making the first stike, the girl wondered angryly. Perhaps in a parry or dodge, one could be more discrete, but it didn't seem possible with an initial attack. Sir Aaron had pointed out the same thing, but the concept eluded the girl. It made it only more frustrating.

Calm down and keep her focus. But Taliman was infuriating and intimidating. As if no other enemy would be so? But Taliman was different. How so?-Because he had that sword, because he was Deity's brother? Yes! No, he is only an enemy, no different than any other trying to take her life. But she didn't want to die! Then get your head in the game and fight back like she should!

Arguing back and forth with herself, Jade knew her last attack was stupid. Very stupid. No forethought, no idea of what she was doing, just a move full of anger and passion. That kind of fighting would get her killed in a heartbeat.

Seinorei pressed down to the floor, she had no time to draw it up in defense of Tali's headstrike. But she wasn't going to use Seinorei for it. Jade released Seinorei from her hands, letting the sacred blade free from her grasp for only a moment, before her tail swung out and curled around the hilt. This freed both of her hands.

Now without Seinorei in her grip, Jade twisted her own body around clockwise, bringing her incredibly close to Taliman. Her own back nearly pressed against his back, and if she cared, she would be able to tell the type of shampoo he used on those crimson locks. She had moved out of the path of the hilt smash and reached up with both hands, trying to grab on to Taliman's upper sword arm and wrist.

If successful, she aimed to use his momentum against the fox, and flip him through the air like he was a club meant to be smashed face first against the tile. If she were lucky, she might manage to break his arm too.

The light sound of flesh being torn by metal filtered into her ears. The Saiya-jin had been wounded by the fox demon. Sighing inwardly the mage shifted restlessly atop her perch. Her kenjutsu training had taught her many things over the years, much of it through trial and error. To her dismay she witnessed another committing many of the acts she had learned to cease. Fighting the urge to shout out possible combinations she remained silent letting the events play out.

Through experience she had learned that there was nothing wrong with asking for help, but it was always a good idea to try to do things on your own and then ask after exhausting all avenues. This was no exception. Frowning she watched as the clash of swords were soon replaced by fisticuffs and grappling.

In this instance, this was likely the better idea rather than continuing down a path that wasn't proving fruitful.

Whatever works I suppose. A dead fighter can't learn from their mistakes. Using what you know best is a viable course of action

Shrugging she continued to watch from above.