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Darius winced in pain as the flames burned into his skin, luckly most of it was on the wings witch didn't feel any damage. His skin did burn though just around the wings but he thought that he could absorb the damage. He then squirmed around trying to get out he felt around trying to push her of of him. He then felt something, something that was round and it felt much like jelly. Darius thought for a moment about what it was and then his eyes went wide. He realized what he was touching. He blushed red and pushed himself out of her grip.

"Oh my god I'm sorry Seyla I didn't mean to do that!" He appologized, basicly pleading that she didn't go crazy on him now.

Seyla noted that it was his wings and back that recieved most of the damage. Good he wouldn't be flying now. She let go of him after his sudden reaction, and actually laughed. Taking the opportunity to try and hit him a few times with some punches and kicks, no flames involved at all.

"Oh apology accepted, apology accepted" she said through a grin over and over again. Oh did revenge feel so good. It was true, revenge was sweet. She needed to calm down though, if she didn't things would get out of hand, and out of her control. But she couldn't help it, the glove the signals it was sending to her brain, told her to feed off of these feelings of excitement and longing to hurt Darius. If this fight lasted long she might kill him, and that scared her. She couldn't kill anyone...but the glove sure could.

With each hit Seyla felt stronger and stronger. It felt so empowering to be in such a dominant position and she used it to her advantage. But her assault was cut short with a quick slap from his wings. She growled fiercely, very upset at the way he reacted. Flames instantly came to life in her hands, licking up to actually burn her cheek in the process. But she ignored it. Now the flames were in her own eyes, she felt more like she was the flame than she was herself.

Brightly the colors burned, a vast rainbow of tecnicolor magic. They were large, surrounding her body and eminating past it as well. An explosion occured behind them, a burst of flames coming from herself. And then another, and another. Soon a ring of fire had been created, enclosing them within it. There was no way Seyla had any control any longer. Everything she had learned about control just went right outside of her head, and now all she could think about was letting the flames lose, and setting fire to everything in sight.

Seyla stood ready to attack him when she felt herself being drawn towards him. But she wasn't doing this! It was his telekinesis again! It was then that she felt his foot connect with her stomach, which was already burned pretty badly, and she doubled over in pain. It hurt, and her mind was screaming for release, just to let this poor boy go. But her body, and that glove wouldn't have it.

Seyla jumped back up, coughing up some blood and spitting it out to the side before turning to face him once more. Her flames were strong now and she was ready to burn him once more. But as she looked at him she was crying.

"I'm sorry" she said inbetween tears, "I never wanted to do this to you.." but by then it was too late. Everything was so far out of her control that she could do nothing to stop it, no one could and suddenly an array of flames shot forth from her body , in all sorts of directions. Many of them heading for Darius. The poor boy was doomed at this rate.

The sudden sound of a harmonica being played would echo quite nicely through the arena, coming from the stands and being able to be heard quite nicely. Nahtanoj, who had most assuredly -not- been there a split second ago, was sitting on the edge of the rail playing with one hand, while the other was resting on the rail with him. The harmonica stopped abruptly after a moment and it disappeared down Naht's sleeve, as he continued to watch. Oddly, he seemed to have picked the perfect spot to observe, as the mist was somewhat parted in this direction. He stood up suddenly and began to walk around the railing silently, until he came to Kurai. He jumped over him and landed beside him on the stand floor.

"Good day, Master Kurai." he said casually as he turned to observe the fight from this angle with a rather unworried expression to him, not seemingly disturbed by the fact Darius was in trouble or that Seyla had lost control. Or perhaps he didn't even realize either of these two facts. He watched for a good time longer and then raised an eyebrow as a handful of little, golden star-shaped objects quickly floated out of the sleeve of his coat and began to float around him, dancing and swirling. "Seems my stars are enjoying the fight." he commented.

He then raised an eyebrow and leaned back once more, turning to Kurai and seemed about to speak, when one of the stars seemed to shiver and then flew over the railing. "Mm? What -are- you doing?" Naht said, turning quickly. The star gave a bit of a spin and Naht shook his head "No you cannot help. It is against the rules.' he said, reaching out for the star. Just as he clasped his fingers around it, a wave of golden goo shot through his fingers and reformed into the star, just out of his reach. "Mm..I understand you wish to aid, but you would get myself -and- the young man in trouble, wouldn't you?" he said, directing the last part at Kurai more then the star. "I do apologize. My stars are made of something of a sentiant metal that can change shapes, so they enjoy tormenting me by ignoring me. Why, just the other day one changed into a puddle and tripped someone. Bothersome." he said idly, still groping for the star's return.

The vibrations of Kurai's voice went in one ear and straight out the other. A distant memory of what she was before. That was how the glove seemed to work. She had once hypothesized that hundreds of tiny needles attached her neuronsystem, or even her bloodstream. The would give the glove the ability to send signals, or neurtransmitters with a special chemical that would control her brain. But who knew it was all just a guess. However those who she inquired on possibly removing such a glove told her that it would probably kill the person. Very negative results in her opinion.

The flames shot forth from her body with great speed, and as stated before many of them headed right for Darius. But Darius seemed to have devised a plan of sorts. He started to use his telekinesis to strip the tiles from the floor, and use them as a shield. Very smart considering that tile was flame resistant. The tiles seemed to absorb the heat of the flames, not showing much wear from it at all. But there were still a few flames shooting in his direction that the tiles he had up couldn't stop..or at least that was her point of view. Many times she never knew what she was seeing when she was in this state.

Where all this energy was coming from Seyla had next idea, but her next move, or the gloves persay would clearly take its toll on her. Never in her life had dreamed of doing such a thing. Not even Kurai could summon such a flame, at least not to her knowledge. But it was then that she remembered that this wasn't all her energy, the glove was supplying her with some too- but not nearly enough.

It was then that a large ball of fire shot up above Seyla and Darius, its shape flickering and changing into something. Seyla looked up unsure herself what was happenings and then her eyes widened as she took a few steps back. Horror was written all over her face. It was a phoenix, she had summoned a flame phoenix.

There was no way in hell she could control that and she started cursing at herself wildly, longing to fix the situation at hand. Her hand went to her glove and she attempted to pull it off, only to give a sharp cry, echoed by a loud scream in pain. There was no way out, none at all. She just prayed that Darius would make it out alive.

The phoenix with its great wings of fire, swooped down at Darius, aiming to burn him with its flames, and intimidate him with its great size. It was enormous, with colors of dark red, even a lighter red. Its eyes were two yellow orbs on the side of its head. Unfortunately, the only way to dispense of this Phoenix was for Seyla to call it back herself.