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Spaniard merely gave a chuckled down at Fenrir.

I should let Sora deal with him... but maybe later... he must learn to not be so arrogant on his own if he is to ever go into Addison's Arena...

"Now now my dear Fenrir... play nice... what I say goes... if you want something, all you have to do is ask... nicely mind you..."

"i am NOT a shade i am a shadow mancer something completely different."he said to fenrir then looked at the lycan."i take this shape not to decieve but because am cursed with no normal form."Nayr said angry at them both."and whats wrong fenrir afraid that ill kill you you will just come back alive or are you afraid that the spaniard will look at you as weak if you lose to me."Nayr said smiling a little.

((how did I take your sight away?))

Spaniard pinched the bridge of her nose.

It's too damn early for all this demon drama... ah...

She stood up from her throne, the sky still a deep purple and the floor of the arena still a pitch black as her voiced boomed throughout the large arena, almost as if her human throat were trying to bark.

"How's this... all of you fight eachother... "

((Kirstan can tell where someone is by the ground))

Kirstan nodded, "Very well..." She jumped down, this time not changing. She floated in the black, waiting for one of the others to make a move to her to try to hurt her. She wasn't gonna fight unless some one attacked her first. She would mouth fight and punch and kick, but not use her full power. But she would if attacked.

A simple sidestep was all that was needed. "Pathetic." Fenrir spat, watching as the spear struck the ground behind him. "You call that a throw?" Fenrir advanced at a laconic pace, almost as if he were bored. Fenrir didn't care if he was on the ground or in the air, movement was all the same to him.

Slowly, surely he approached the 'Shade', b*****d sword held loosely in his hand.

A giggle echoed throughout the darkness.

"Now now kiddies... play nice."

Suddenly a massive golden tornado burst into life between Nayr and Fenrir, knocking them both back as the darkness was dispersed and the tornado violently swirled.

Laughter was heard as the tornado vanished into the air, revealing a woman with striking golden hair and a massive weapon, a challenging grin decorating her face.

"What's up, hunnies?"

Name: Sorandati Windsear

Age: Twenties

Appearance: Has long blond locks she usually pulls back or leaves loose, and startling green eyes. Her armor is white, and made of powerful-light weight steel that's impossible to break. The armor is sleeveless, and lets her arms have free reign. It's a one piece suit of armor, and is elegant and sophisticated in its design. It stretches down her middle and ends in a skirt that reaches a little above mid-thigh, allowing unrestricted movement for her legs, buckles holding the armor pieces together on both of her sides. Hides the buckles with a dark green sash that serves as a belt, where she hides a large variety of knives and daggers. Very tall and athletic, but has the VERY obvious contours of a woman. Wears sandals similar to what the ancient Romans used to wear. No one knows what's underneath the armor.

Powers: Has a large variety of spells under her control and many of them are deadly and insanely powerful. Also has great physical strength, and is capable of crushing bone with a simple squeeze. Has the capability to transform into a massive golden dragon, but prefers to only change shape in a life-or-death situation. Her weapons also seem to have a life of their own. Has some control over all elements due to her spells, but her most powerful involve wind and steel. She can also call upon the other Elder Dragons to assist her in battle, but would rather save that as a last resort. Another Elder Dragon - Ragnarok - also can assist her in battle, though at this time he is in the original Arena, awaiting Sorandati's return. Strong and noble, but with a naughty side that tends to curse a lot just like Sorandati, Ragnarok has a powerful mind, and is capable of controlling even the most powerful of opponents. He has been with Sora since she was born. Her giant weapon - which she wields like a pocket knife - also seems to have some powers of its own.

Weapons: Her Rashonya (basically a giant boomerang), and several knives and daggers. Doesn't believe in guns. "Makes it too easy, ya know?" And her spells. Can also summon other dragons - not just the Elders - to aid her in battle.

Personality: Clever and strong, she is violent and sometimes rash, but is intelligent and is very in tune to the tensions in the air. She's very insightful and - though she acts nonchalant and cool about certain things - is ferocious and passionate about what she believes in. She will often jump headlong into a fight regardless of odds or chances of winning if it means protecting those she cares about. She's the person who has faith in herself rather than divine intervention, but believes that everything happens for a reason. Quite often the smart a** and wise-cracker of the group, she's always trying to lighten up the mood - even during battles. Because of her passion for what she loves and devotion to the crew of the arena, they in turn are protective of her, but know when to take a step back and let her handle things herself.

Bio: Born to the high-priest of a clan that worships the wind, she was born with Ragnarok - the deity her people prayed to - inside her body and mind. But because she was second born after the first born had died in infancy, she was scorned by her people and eventually left her village, marking herself as traitor and outcast. She grew to be strong and clever, but because of her rough childhood, forgot how to love. She came to the Arena seeking challenge, but found friends and people she was willing to die for instead. Now she has been sent to the Arena Spaniard has created, due to the tensions that have arisen inside its walls.

Pets: None. If you don't count the millions upon millions of dragons that are willing to lay down their lives to protect her.

Other: Is known as The Dragon Princess.

Theme Song: Getting Away with Murder, by Papa Roach

((Hope you don't mind me dropping in, Spaniard. wink ))

"ah so the dragon queen comes out to play you will be a good fight." Nayr said as he bowed to her."but i have my demons as you have dragons."Nayr said looking at her.