Welcome to Gaia! ::

*In one of the far corners of the ring, the air rippled, then softly tore itself apart, silent as the dead. The tear showed through to an area where the ground was coveredin sand and the dark sky writhed in torment. Out of the rift though came a young man, his thick dark hair resting easily around his shoulders as he stepped through and allowed the rip to close behind him.
Glancing about, he folded his arms across his chest and walked to the front of the stands, leaning on the parapet to observe the arena before him. He had not been invitied to this show, but it wasnt something he felt like missing. Not considering who was taking part. On his back, the black winged lute he carried whined softly, light shimmering down the strings as he grinned*

*dagoth spoke directly into the bards mind chuckling as he did so*

.:I could stick you between to bits of bread and call you a hotdog, now concentrate I dont want to be the one the gives roan a bard shaped body bag.:.

Happily swaying from side to side, his arms folded behind him, Gaara gave Sarula a nod of approval, as she announced the highlights. He was then minutes later glancing down at The elder Siren, a wide cheerful smile on his features, as he spoke with a great deal of enthusiasm.

"Pull up a seat, and wait for your turn, Fighter."

Giving the Siren a wink, he then turned his eyes back over to the fight.


While Bard was distracted by his brother, Kenki struggled to an upright position on his knees, every muscle in his body tightened. However, as Bard made his stalk t'ward him, his eyes turned on Bard, wide and fierce power intensely flareing within them, as the Sharingan revolved fast enough to blur into a fluent circle. Three lines then appeared over his cheeks, like whiskers, as his mouth opened behind the torn rubber insulation mask.

In various places of his torso, where his insulation suit was torn, a keen eye would notice the much denser material underneathe.

As the violent golden yellow glow in his right eye invaded the scar over his eye, causing it to glow the same, a backlight effect seemed to activate behind the ruby in his left eye, giving it a slightly yellowy golden tinge. He was still under the effects and attributions of the beast mimicry, four legged technique. Bard's approach intimidated him none at all. Without hesitation, he formed a series of hand seals, before curling his fingers around his lips once more.

"Katon Housenka!" (Mythical fire flower)

Useing the same technique twice was unussual for Kenki, esspecially if it didn't work the first time. Circumstances had changed though. As he spat out five powerful fireballs with explosive impact tendancies, his left hand blurred from his thigh suspiciously, as he aimed to hit Bard in the general area of his torso.

Jump, come on, JUMP!

.:Agreed brother. Still Im more intrested in what the ninja is doing that the bard, but what roan will do to us is motivation enough.:.

*After seeing the Shinobi call upon his fire powers, Bard readied himself for the oncoming attack. His eyes narrowed and focused directly on kenki's hands and mouth carefully watching and waiting as he still made his approach.

Rather than follow the ninja's advice, Bard backflipped to get enough distance from the fireballs and then strafed to the left hand side slowly closing in on Kenki as he circled the explosions. Shouting as he tried to avoid being scolded.*

You didnt say Simon says

*Bard had drawn close enough to the ninja now for a close hand to hand battle, His fists still tensed, unleashed a jab from his right hand , a cross punch from his left and a uppercut from the oncoming right.*

eeeeeyaaaaah !!!!!

((I wanna play!? gonk ))

((word, we'lls ee how rusty I am, havn't rp-ed in like months.))

*A cloaked man, both in appearence and mind stepped out from behind a <.< thing >.> ((we'll go with pillar.)) His clothes were black as the night, casual underneath his robes, the hood upon his head was torn and tattered, from many many miles of traveling. His hands shone with an aura of light blue as he watched the current fight with interest. Eyes darting from the fighters, learning, then to the crowed, searching for his prey.*


((I promise after I warm up it'll get better!?))

suddenly a burst of black light exploded behind tear as the form of what looked like a woman revealed itself amongst the smoking debris of dust and gravel as well as the glowing particles of dark energy that floated about the shadowed figure like fireflys. a mischevious smirk slowly drifted across the figures lips as it slowly stepped forward, its footsteps echoing as the black steel greaves around its feet dragged along the stone floor. it moved to speak, its voice sounding all to familar to tears ears, a former ally no doubt.

"its just like you to come to a competition like this, almost like you have something to prove, no doubt your strength? though for some reason i get the feeling your not here for just that.......or are you? i have a gift for you...."

it spoke, thrusting out its hand to the right as a rather large sheathed demonic looking sword exploded into its hand. the figures smirk grew into a dark grinn as it allowed the tip of the sheathed blade to fall to the ground. the womanly figure wore a black skin tight shoulderless shirt, black steel gold outlined gauntlets around its arms and bage robe that fell loosely around its waist. its feminen eyes glowing a faint ocean blue hue as long strands of black hair dangled in front of its
eyes concealing the left side of its face from the perception of tear. the figure slowly stepped close towards tear, dragging the tip of the sheathed large sword along the ground as it moved to toss the blade towards its former comrade to catch.

"i made a few modifications....as it would turn out, this blade you forged kills you if you unsheath it, what a pain it was to fix it, but i removed that little limiter you put on, unfortunatly because of that modification that weapon lost alot of its power, probably as a way of compensating. no doubt it was probably because the blacksmith wasnt good enough to preserve its power. you truly are a blacksmithing genius you know, the weapon really was a work of art. ive been meaning to return it to you for awhile now...."

the two spoke in what looked to be the gladiater halls of the colliseum away from the sights of spectaters that would watch the fights from the stands that were available to them