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Seyla watched carefully, suddenly shocked by the mass of light that filled the cave. Gritting her teeth she actually growled at him. He was such a wimp.

"Are you really that insecure that you have to see to fight! Put you're stupid night light out and lets fight in the dark like big kids!" She barked sharply. The fact that he lit up the caves insulted her. She could have very well done the same but didn't he understand the thrill one got from fighting in the dark? It heightened your senses, lit a fire in your heart. There was this adrenaline rush that came from nothing else. Your blood pumped rapidly, you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Everything was just so...amazing when fighting in the dark.

She watched him carefully now as his arms crossed into an X over his chest. idiot! Thats the most cliche thing I've ever seen, is he trying to look like a fool? she screamed in her mind. Outwardly she smirked with this playful look in her eyes, almost like flames dancing during nighttime. She knew not to take him too seriously at first, especially when her eyes betrayed her, making it impossible to trace his movements. But that didn't mean her ears didn't work. Closing her eyes she listened for the faint sounds that indicated movement. She had learned how to use her ears like this in the last battle, when she was in the dark like she was supposed to be. He was trying to psych her out.

Still she listened, not opening her eyes until the sounds changed. She heard a sudden change in the wind currents, and felt a great heat coming her way. She opened her eyes to see a cyclone of flame racing towards her. can't get me like that Yusake she thought to herself and then quickly jumped out of the flame's path.

As she jumped she created two flames in her hands, both of them large balls of a blazing blue color. One of the hottest flames known to man. She sprung off of one of the rock walls, lunging straight for Yusake, waiting as long as she could before she released the two flames. At the last minute she released the two flames, at the same time sending a kick towards his chest. Hopefully both attacks would hit. But even if neither of them did, that was only the beginning. After all, Yusake was arrogant enough that she'd release her phoenix anyway, even after the events of the last battle.

Seyla gritted her teeth. How had he dodged that! She was only inches away with him! Either he was fast, or incredibly powerful...or even both maybe. No wonder why Ai didn't make it past this round. A shame too a fire and ice match would have been very interesting. So he could dodge her flames, just like Darius, and she couldn't even get close to him for any hand to hand combat! Maybe that phoenix would be making a second appearance after all.

Suddenly her eyes widened, there was now time to dodge Yusake's attack as she was thrown back against one of the rock walls with an incredible force. She let out a loud cry, a sharp edge of one of the rocks puncturing a wound in her back. great...now I need bandages there too...by the end of this I really will be a mummy She tried to get up, only to let out another shrill cry. How had she not seen that coming? It was so fast...and so powerful! Seyla bit her lip, not caring if she bit right through it, not like she wasn't bleeding enough already. She'd really have to turn up the heat for this one.

Slowly she managed to get up, rubbing her back tenderly from the recent impace. Come on Seyla! You've gotta get through this! For Kurai! she told herself in her mind. It was a mantra of sorts, as the more she said it over and over in her head, the more empowered she felt. Yeah she'd take this guy out! No problem! For Kurai!

"Hey, little boy why don't you turn out the lights and play. Or are you afraid of the dark?" she taunted from where she stood. To be honest the whole thing where the cavern was lit up was bothering her. She felt like she was cheating the arena. They drew the cave of Ruks, therefore they should fight in the cave of Ruks, no matter how dark it was. After all when she fought in the abyss last round she could have very well lit the whole arena. But did she? No. Why? Takes away that adrenaline rush, and adds a whole new element to the fight.

She wouldn't wait for his answer and Seyla quickly dashed towards him, there was nothing fancy about her moves- there never needed to be. After all what was the difference if you added a spin or a twirl to your attack? Made you look like a ballerina on steroids really. So she kept it simple and clean, as all of those extra lights and effects increased the odds of failing to execute the attack in the first place. For a human, Seyla was fairly nimble and agile. Her size gave her a great advantage when fighting people like this. She could easily dodge and evade attacks, and then proceed with a quick, but effective counter. This time she flipped over his head, making sure not to create her flames until she was mid air. This was a move she had used on Darius in the first round. When she landed she quickly threw the flames into his back. Their blue color causing sweat to drip down her forehead and the light in the room to turn a blue hint. There was no way if he could dodge this. He was only probably 2 or 3 inches away, and she was behind him. If he could, well then he was a god, and not anyone human for a long run.

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Standing in the crowd watching over the fight was a certain, brown haired young man. Dark blue trenchcoat with a thousand pockets on the front, thin and cylinger shaped and a few large and square ones. Memory would serve they held the cigarettes and lighters he used as weapons. A new addition was the holes on the back that let his large, black wings poke through without hindermen.Next was a black long sleeved shirt that fit him tightly, a pair of dark blue gloves and a pair of black jeans, more of those pockets adorning it and two pockets for his hands. Last and not least was a pair of black and white sneakers, seemingly with no laces.

He simply stepped from the crowd and looked over the side of the rails, his eyes glues to the dueling pair. A pair of thin, black framed glasses cover his silver eyes, though they seem more gray now. He watches for a nice time, then grins softly and lifts his hand to his mouth, then shouts "Kick er' a**, Yusake!" loudly, before chuckling to himself and leaning forward to lazily watch the fight progress. He's never been a huge fan of Yusakes, or friends for that matter, but he was rooting for the person he knew over the one he didn't. That, and if Yusake lost he'd be -impossible- to deal with for the next couple of days.

Standing in the crowd was Siren with her extremely long purple hair that curved round her figure which was covered from head to foot in black clothing. She even wore a mask with an odd symbol stitched onto it, the same as her forehead symbol. The only to be seen was her face and neck and small slither of skin that was shown were her boots stopped and her dress started.
She was of course standing at the front resting her arms on the fence as she listened to the battle intently, listening for every movement, every breath and feeling for every vibration from the match, and seeing as it was a rather large match it wasn't too hard to determine things, especially after she could hear Yusakes voice shouting out from the arena. It made her chuckle slightly, although she was not on the best of terms with him, at least his yelling was a sign that he was not dead or seriously injured. It was the last thing she wished for.
Pulling her lighter of her glove she flicked it open and started to play with the small flames as she crossed her long slender legs behind her. It had been quite q while since she left home and she no longer worried about the things he used to. It was why she was here now supporting rather than hating and learning with each new experience. She herself may not be fighting but she could still learn from this and so from the crowds came her voice loud and clear.
"You can do it Yusake. Its not in you to loose!"

Yusake was nearly ready, or what he thought would be readiness for his next attack. His arm was drawing in more of the air every second, extended slightly further out as he waited for her next assault. But he had not expected was the sudden heat that struck against his metal arm, which was fortunately raised over his face and near his chest. As soon as the fireball hit, another one, then another one hit against the metal of hi arm, and his shoulder. He turned slightly, stumbling back quickly before suddenly losing his balance and shouting at as he fell back. "Gah! was really all that could be heard as he fell back. Fortunate was he, though, that several of the black fireballs hit his arm, as instead of being burned or melted to death, he only felt the extreme heat of the metal on his body. Why? Because he was still absorbing air into the arm at the time, and once the flames hit the arm and dispersed, the residue from them was absorbed into the arm, which closed back up. It was a bit too much at first, so much that he didn't even known the darkened, singed flesh of his lower right side just around and slightly above where the metal plate on his abdomen was, and another just below his under arm.

He rolled quickly to the side after falling though, trying to ignore the pain. His eyes were narrowed at the direction she was most likely in. "Brargh...is that it?! That's your big stuff? Ha..." he moved his hands along either elbow, moving both arms in front of his stomach. His eyes softly closed, and even with the burning heat that was now within his body, only slightly settling over time, he would manage to hold some amount of concentration. "I wanna see you fight me, not sneak around with little taps on the shoulder..." at first only his arm began to resonate a low, white aura. But soon enough, the aura spread over both arms, and steadily moved over to the metal covering his shoulder bones. "So if you're not gonna come out, I'm just gonna have to find you."

By now, Yusake had a wide grin on his face while he watched Seyla begin to gather her own power. "Yeah! That's more like it! Come on!" he shouted as loudly as he could at her. The air around him was growing hot, lifting the many loose strands of hair along the side and front of his head upward. Before long, the light within the cavern was a mixture of the bright white emitted by Yusake and the multiple colors coming from Seyla. "Come oooon!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. The white glow continued to brighten as it surged over toward his back more quickly. As if from pain, Yusake's body lowered into a kneeling position. His eyes were still as intense as ever as they watched Seyla form a tiger from pure flame. He still smiled though, he was excited by all of this, by the rush of the fight, the heat of the moment, the urgency of the situation. By the time the tiger had begun its charge, a good deal of the building, white flames were around the metal on Yusake's right arm. "Wait..." he thought to himself.

He slowly stood to his feet, holding his arm slightly to his right side. The compartments around the arm began to open and rise, drawing in air quickly just as it had before. Even with the sweat running down his forehead and face, his bared chest, Yusake seemed quite at ease...content even. He looked straight ahead...not at the tiger though, rather he was looking past the tiger, at Seyla. "Wait..." his mind was racing, yelling rather, and still he was rather collected about it. His arm slowly drew back as he awaited the tiger to near. The energy was spiraling into the center of his hand, then flowing around the fist that it formed in a sphere. "Wait!" he was almost yelling at himself in his mind. But with such a broad grin, who could tell what went on in Yusake's head? Then came the tiger, nearing in its slightly crouched posture before the pounce. "Now!" the call of his mind came, then the lifting of his metal arm. "Buster Cannon!" he shouted as he leaped back while thrusting his fist forward.

The compartments all closed at once, and the remaining threads of energy surged straight into his fist before releasing. It wasn't an explosion however, but rather a rapid release of energy. The air in front of his fist immediately distorted, a round sphere like burst of white flames erupting from his hands. It was slightly larger then a basketball, the sphere was. Trailing outside of it was the wave of force that was launched with it, as well as the swirling, thread like strands of energy that spiraled around it. The wave itself was about twice the size of the fireball that soared forward. Actually...a comet may be more precise, as the energy left a trail behind its path, a trail that grew larger as the spiraling energy began to enter the sphere and give it strength, causing it to grow. The tiger was not effected, however, as it was above the shot that was fired. The shot instead flew under it and straight for Seyla's chest. The slight force that it projected around it distorbed the ground slightly, leaving a small trail of dust and cracked pieces of rock to form under and behind it.

Should it collide with Seyla, or anything solid, it would burst in an explosion about the same size as the girl itself. However, the explosion would be more like the explosions of kinetic force from his previous attacks, as the actual energy part was rather small. No, though this could burn into her flesh, cut her body even, it was meant more for its ability to create a direct impact then anything else. She would, like his attacks before, be pushed back hard and probably into the rock wall behind her. Yusake was counting on the possibility that Seyla needed to concentrate a great deal just to keep this tiger, so knew that she would either have to be hit very hard and possibly be knocked out, or forget the tiger and save herself. At the same time, Yusake's own attack effected him, as the kick from his own attack launched him back. That was the reason he jumped back before using it, so that he would be thrown away from the tiger's pounc. He was pushed about thwo meters away before going into a tumbling roll, that sent him about two meters further back. He finally stopped himself by driving his hand into the hard ground below, sliding a short distance in a crouch before stopping. Regardless of what happened next, he would be ready and waiting.