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"Oh so 'This is my fight.' is some kind of invitation for us to come in? I do the same thing all the time, dont pretend you weren't trying to play the hero and take him yourself." I held out my hand and a practice sword appeared in my hand, a normal wooden practice sword with a slight curce and a dragon etched into the side, a wooden replica of my magic-wrought blade, "The dragon," I began in a slightly lecturing tone," is the mark of a blademaster, you can only obtain one from another blademaser, such as me and a select other few, I am not sure if this tradition is used by people now-a-days, so there may be even less than before, the only two I know alive infact are Uriel and I, though Uriel seems to have vanished again." I trew out my hand as if tossing something to him, a wodden version of his weapon appeared mid-way between us as if it was invisbly thrown only a second ago. With the sword held at shoulder height I called it out as Lion on the hill. I stood for a second, Vincent watching me, before he could blink my arm flung out into Parting the Silk, swiftly turning to Low Wind Rising, my sword ended at his throat, I dropped my sword and took two steps back, performing each attack slowly, naming it and describing its motion and uses, "Parting the slik is a verticle controled slash, used for a precision block or strike, its a good way to draw first blood, Low Wind Rising can be done from almost any stance, it can be used to return to a guard position after using something like Grapevine Twines or Lightning of Three Prongs. Grapevine Twines is a form used when your swords are locked, its a circluar motion, used like thus; to disarm an opponent."

"If you think he was trying your deadly wrong." I told him soberly."Any son of Axel's is deep in magic, raised by Axel, he could have demolished you...you're not just dealing with feds now, your dealing with magic-weilders, and if that last wasn't the last, shades, and as many sorts as demons as you could think of and more most likely." I shivered slightly, not even I was looking forward to fighting some of those things. "You need to learn fast, and if you think their fancy moves or not their going to save your life one day, ignore the names, they aren't as important as you learning them." I suddenly burst out laughing, "I remember when I first met Axel, I thought I could handle anything....boy was I wrong."

My face darkened, could I kill my nephew? "Killing is, and never should be, easy, that leads to a path, a horrid path, my family line tread that path since its creation, your father was strong, but in a duel I would probably be able to best him now, he couldn't defend against such a variety of magics, but he was crafty...thats what made him dangerous, and world-renowned, your twice as crafty as he ever was. Harness that, learn your crafts, and you could defeat your half-brother without sweating. I'm sure of it." I patted him on his shoulder," Besides, he doesn't have to die by your hands, and if he does, take comfert in knowing it was the hand of rightious vengeance that guided you, vengeance for slandering a good name as he has."

"I totaly agree with Vince here!Aparenty someone really wants me to rule and I will have none of it!Oh, and vince take Drako's advise, there really are some umm...scary looking demons down there!"
Scarelt then muttered under breath but Drako heard it,
" That would also include me as well."
"Oh,Drako?Just so you know,Your not the only one with a dragon emblem etched on on their blades."

I pull Păcaturgie, and show hger it. "When you show me on the field of battle, you will impress me. On the other hand, mind telling me what is going on in your world? Seems I have a stake in this claim now too."

I held up my hands innocently, "Hey I was the one that asked you, its your choice to spill it or not, I'm not a good story teller anyway." The truth was it would probably get too emotional for me, I couldn't bear to think of the memories...tellign someone else about them would be a break down.

Sarlet grabbed a chair and sat down.
"It was around the 18th centuary in what is now known as Germany.I am the heir to the throne of death and I ran away.My father at the time was ruleing but he was a tyrent and wanted me to rule the same.I refused!He turned me into what is known as a reaper.But being from the royal blood line,my powers equily matched his if not more.He thought that by makeing me a reaper and a deathbringer,he could control me through this shroud that I still wear.Anyway,I was able to give my father the slip and escaped to earth and pretty muched roamed until I met your father,Axel!"