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*The battle had indeed begun...Cirino's were losing numbers but were killing at the same time... the battle seemed to be even for the most part. In the end....two were left standing. Cirino stared deep into tor with a stone face. Then suddenly a smirk.*

Our wives would kick both our asses and you know it...

I like that sound too but you gotta hear this! *Deactivates the staff of divinity.... the sound of hundreds of screaming souls can be heard for 3 seconds* no bad huh? ... did I impress ya?

*He laughed and with a final grin.* Yeah... you thought you were dead.... then again.... anyone who sees me dies in envy of my handsomeness .... but yeah... we'll let the women decide that one. Off to the bar it is then. *takes his hand.*

A strange silvery grass extended for miles in all directions, rustling in the winds with a whisper that mimicked the sound of two blades meeting. In the distance smaller beasts could be seen devouring the grasses, but suddenly stopped as something seemed to startle them. At the edge of the grasses a Weretiger charged into the grasses, but quickly fell as the Razor Grass impaled the lycanthrope and tore it to pieces, leaving it to drain of fluids as it lay suspended off the ground by the metallic grasses. To any docile creature they were harmless as normal blades of grass, but to anyone with hostile intent, the grass was a deathtap.

An arena of sorts had been cleared away, the grasses taken away and the soil replaced by what seemed to be a spongy material, though it was still easy enough to walk upon without trouble. The material would just make slamming into the ground hurt less. A single man with flaming red spikes adorning his head stood before a shimmering portal, a portal he had errected for his next foe, whether he take it or not.

((And yes Pants, this is the thread.))

The telepathic message was met with the responce worthy of such a mage, a feedback that was charged with Cleansing Flame. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. If you wanted me to kill you that badly all you had to do was ask." He glanced around to his surroundings and smirked, "Thats a new one. Any ground rules before I begin disassembling your corpse?"

Torment smirked as a pair of radiant purple wings pulled seamlessly from his back, bursting into flame. A mass of viscous white energy began to form in his hand as he made the first move. A small orb of flame lazily made its way towards Niitsu, mostly to test his reaction. The orb would give off the aura of a rather weak fireball, but a simple illusion masked it's rather powerful aura of Cleansing Flames and replaced it with that of a normal fireball.

((Okay, the two blades do not completely negate all elemental energies... just quite a bit. Also, it takes a lot of force to break down the substances.))

~~~End fight with Niitsu~~~
~~~Begin-Souloe's End~~~