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"Makes no difference to my stomach!~ I've already eaten. I guess this is a mid-morning dessert?"

She smiles mischeviously as his mouth meets hers. Fiery lips meet his eagerly as she returns his passion, deepening the kiss and as he sweeps her off her feet she squeaks, slightly startled as she stares blankly at the floor a moment, before fixing her eyes on much more appatizing sight. Giggling as she squirms slightly she slaps her lover's behind playfully before swatting at the soft cotton towel that concealed him.

((Keep it decent ne? I was going to keep going in meh post but I have to get back to class T^T Talk to you when I get home babe, love you <3 ))

Thump, smash!

He landed behind the girl and then shoved his right hand through her back, exploding through her chest as he wiggled his fingers at Clash, her ribcage, heart, spinal column, and assorted other innards visible through the large hole.

He stepped back, letting her fall to the dirt, and watched the dissipating form of the ghoul float upward as the rays of the rising sun hit it.

He stomped out his cigarette, then applauded Clash's all-night efforts with slow clapping. "Don't sweat it. Ghoul got to her."

He stood up...raising his weapon, gritting his teeth. Seemed it was time for more...because one ghoul just didn't seem to want to leave when the sun hit it.

Kuro began to glow with a light red, dark red and blue aura, composed of mana energy, demonic energy, and chi, respecticly. He ran foward, one foot after another, twords the `approaching rock formation. The darkness energy around himself crawled across Kuro's body, untill he was completly covered, head to toe.

When he would undoubtfully smash into the rock formation, "Kuro" would explode into a mixture of demonic energy, mana, and chi. Kuro was nowhere to be found as there was a mass explosion in the middle of the arena, where he once was. The mana had transformed into holy magic, with a spell, mixing in with the demonic energy. The mixture would create a mass amount of friction, and violently canel eachother out, creating an explosion of opposing polar bodies, expelling raw energy. The mixture of the raw energy (fire), chi, and impending force would dicentegrate most of the rocks...

A humanoid figure appeared a distance away, covered in the blood red demonic energy. It began to clear, thinning into nothing, revealing Kuro.

"Damn...I am rusty...again..." said Kuro, with a small smirk. He shouldn't have had to try that hard, although his counter was of nothing.

"Time to try..." Kuro unsheathed a blood red tachi, dumbed the Oni Ittou. It was similar to a katana, yet longer and with a deeper curve at the end. Beads that glowed black hung from the parrying hilt, as a type of decoration. The hilt itself was pure black. The entirte blade glowed with demonic energy, similar to psysicaly manifested spiritual energy.

He impaled the blade into the ground, sending its powers into the ground. Afterwards, Kuro focused a large amount of red mana and a bit of his self regulating and ethereal blue soul reaver energy around himself. He focused it into an orb, and threw it into the sky...

It seemed his relative's blood was so thick he could forge weapons of war from it. He drew his own weapon back and waited. As the slash came in, Slaughtersword was thrust into the oncoming strike, positioned in a way that would catch the blade of his cousin's weapon between the two parallel blades of his own. Sparks flew as the teeth of Clash's weapon bit against that opposing, slowing it, catching it, and with a twist of his wrists, trapping it. He spun the caught blade downward to the right and yanked back on it, likely throwing his cousin off-balance as he pulled him inward, and then threw a solid jab to his cousin's jaw with his metallic left hand. The line had been thrown....

A dull groan escaped his lips, followed by the loud thump of a pair of bags, filled to the brim in clothes, being dropped to the floor, and then concluded by a hefty sound and a large smack as he hit the mattress.

He was knackered, short to say as tired as it gets, a good few hours travel, followed by a good few hours of walking. And all with his materials and tools for fighting, a pair of bags, weighing a ton or teo each, enough to put a strain on any mans shoulders.

He slowly took off his glasses, throwing them on top of his bag and rubbing his eyes thoroughly, another loud yawn left his lips before a dull muttering of inconcievable words. He neatly tucked his arms behind his head, as a comforting pillow, before giving one last awkward movement of the mouth, folding his left leg over his right, before shutting his eyes for a rejuvenating sleep.

With 3 of the other pieces of orichalkos incinerated, there was one that was still left floating in the air. Julius then put his other two fingers down, making a fist. With the fist formed, Julius punched the air. This would cause the last piece to fly at twice the speed, around 150 mph, as the speed of a professional pitch is around 70-90 mph. However, this stone would have a different target. It would go for Kuro's Oni Ittou, specifically the tip of the blade. The sheer strength of the rock would prevent it from being destroyed upon impact, and would cause the blade to fly out of Kuro's hand if hit. Due to the sheer speed it moves, Kuro would most likely not have a second to move his sword out of the way. Even so, this piece of debris was particularly large, so even if it didn't hit the blade, it could still easily ram into Kuro.


With the orichalkos gone, Julius would then call upon his "deck" of parchment. Quickly searching through the cards, he found the one he wished for, and held it up high in its right hand. On it was written "Oranos". Oranos was the Titan of the Sky, implying that Julius would manipulate the air to perform his attack. Moisture in the top of the arena would condense to form clouds. However, there were not one's average clouds. They were cumulonimbi; storm clouds, essentially. The boom of thunder could be heard as the rain began to fall. A circle appeared beneath Kuro, signaling the lightning where to start its course. The first bolt would go out, followed by another, and another. Again, the objects would track Kuro, aiming for wherever he moved to. There would be 20 strikes, one every 75 hundreths of a second. Essentially, it was a fast storm, as once 15 seconds would pass, the storm clouds would dissapear. The water from the rain, though, would not.

Atreyu came walking back to the alcove where the bar was being constructed. He had failed his mission. He was even told to bribe some women to work for him, but he always recieved somekind of beating or snappy remark. Looking up he saw Kai and Ohgami working on the construction. To his surprise the Captain was nowhere in sight. Walking up to Kai, Lt. Jrint asked him "Where has the Captain relocated?" he asked with an apathetic voice.