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Nope. This would be the place where a noble man fought against his will forf a powerful force, and overcame it. This is where a man ten times your senior died. Twice. This is where I almost lost my life, but also where I have also gained so much. In short... this is a true battlefield. One in which much was at stake and the outcome mixed. THIS is my learning ground, the heart of my understanding of war. Be honoured I permiss you here.

*Inverting herself down the statue, she slithered downwards until she was on the floor, hissing quietly at the pair who came to fight*

With a new bolt of lightning striking the broken, charred soil behind the statue, a wave of light passed over the wet ground, though didn't make it more then ten feet from the statue in any direction before the expanding ring was drawn back in, as Midian's bare foot stepped out from Behind the statue, and Roan with a splash.

With a constantly shifting glow inside his chest and tail, as if his body was a saphire glass lamp, Midian stood just over seven foot tall, scales from head to toe, the majority of which caked with blood, some dried, the less viscous of which washing off in the downpour. They had declared war on the world, after all. Seemed the new Identity Corbin had given himself, this being Midian DeSeer, looked more like a cross between Corbin's real form, and Norris' bipedal form.

Garbed in just his Generals cap, a scarlet bandana with the DeSeer logo embroidered on it over his lower facial features and egyptian silk around his waist and thighs, he left nothing of his form really to the imagination. There was still the gold cuffs around his ankles and arms, the former sporting spur attachments.

As far as weapons went, the monster Midian carried only two. On his back the Nodachi his father had used, this ridiculously large blade flaunting a hilt carved from a root of ygdrasill, the tree of life, and reached seven feet in length from hilt to kissaki. Second, a rather ordinary looking japanese fan that lay tucked into his silk wraps just above his groin.

With eyes that held not even predatory essence, but monster psychosis pinned on the three that came to this hallowed grounds with an urge to fight. In particular, Ryu as the over seven foot tall creature snarled in a barely english tone.

"She dosn't have to be your only option, kine."

Unknown to the many participants, there was actually a spectator to these goings on. But this was not the kind of individual you could simply see, nor the kind one could feel so easily unless they held a bit more intimiate a knowledge of his 'location'. In fact, perhaps the only one even aware of his presence... Would be the DeSeer Matriarch herself. "So tell me, woman..." that voice, speaking only into her mind at first with an inquisitive air to it. "...Do you make it a habit of slaughtering idiots or... Are these three particularly special in some way?" he would ask in all seriousness. His attention briefly dropped from that subject and to the arrival of another, whom he knew yet was hardly 'familliar' with. "Hm, so-the... Son appears now? Why? Surely the boy doesn't think his dear 'mother' can't handle herself in a fight like this, does he?" again, spoken only to Roan's mind so she would be the only to hear. And it was spoken with a touch of humor behind it, he didn't particularly have confidence in these new faces. Though, such opinions were simply that... The personal opinions of this one, Adel, of whom resided within Roan.

The only apparent response that Midian gave, was a series of actions. First, he reached over his powerful right shoulder with bare claws, pulling his Nodachi free from the scales that strategically grew over its sheath. Stepping forward, with one hand already clutching at his swords hilt, and the left now holding a quarter of the way down the sheath Midian rolled his neck in one large circle.

Now, judging by this alone, one would assume he intended to fight with his sword, however that possibility was put away when Midian set the Nodachi down, leaning against the statue and took several more lurching steps forward.

Midian then, with a hiss, drew the japanese fan from his wrap, still closed, and snapped it into the palm of his left hand a couple times, almost as if he intended to spank each of the three with it. But no, it wouldn't be anything as pleasant as that. Standing there, shoulders pushed back, head low and forward, feet shoulders width apart and tail taught, looped to touch the ground, then arch up at the point straight behind him, the random movement of light still beneath his cerulean skin.

And Quint wasn't mistaken. He faced a near completely different being then he had been aquainted with in the past. His aura, brain waves, everything was different. All of which came with the new name. Midian DeSeer. He did still however have the same abilities at his disposal..Save for the handfull that had become available to him, SINCE the pair had last seen eachother of course.

"Man up."

Again...And again he snapped the fan in the palm of his hand, the latter causing sparks to fly from the impact and slight scrape. Midian gave a slight motion, something barely noticable to the untrained eye..However, if the brothers, trained shinobi were to miss it, then they weren't all that bloody good. And as for Quint?...Well he was just ******** if he couldn't notice that.

His calf muscle tightened, causeing one line of scales down the calf from the back of the knee, to his heel to rise, barely a half an inch. Next, his heel moved an inch outward. All of this happened in a moment, it was one motion.

Suddenly, there was a massive flash, white hot as three trails of flame raced across the ground towards each of the three men. It would chase them, flying through the air if it had to, before launching at them in the form of a large serpent of flames. They would then attempt to devour the three men, of course burning them with outrageous heat. The pain would be real.

It was an illusion. Plain and simple. Well, not quite plain, nor simple..The moment they saw Midian's eyes, it hit them. Everything they saw from his stepping out from behind the statue, to this moment, it was all an illusion, layed over the truth. His movements, his appearance, all real, though the flames were fake. He was manipulating the way light was reflected, and absorbed by their eyes. Stimulas in the nerves of the brain. There were of course tell tale signs of the illusion wich would let the trio know..however that was something they would have to notice, and then put together as a reason WHY this was an illusion, thus nullifying the illusion...However not the pain.

The pain was real, and not in the same sense as the 'Mass Reality' induced pain. Should they realize it is an illusion, then the physical pain would dissapear, however fatigue, memory of the pain..All would remain..Accompanied by the true source of the pain, providing they didn't manage to avoid the source some how, which would be a miracle all on its own.

Midian, behind the disguise of his illusion, had actually released an electric shock from his body, into the atmosphere. It was raining, everything was a conductor. The air itself, was a conductor. Moisture in the air was less conductive, since it wasn't a solid fluid mass. However that didn't mean they would lose feeling in their extremities, possibly from the elbows/knees down. If they still touched the ground however, which was layered with a consistant mass of water, they would lose feeling in more then their extremities. For a split second, before their skin started to boil.

Interest. That, was how he worked in this new identity. Nothing terribly new, just an advancment in what was already there. They had to prove themselves before facing Roan, by facing Midian. That wasn't to say that they didn't need to prove themselves to Midian. If they weren't even capable of avoiding a half assed, and hardly imaginitive attack like this..Together or otherwise, then what hope did they stand, really.

"By the way. You no longer have an option."

"So no one for me to play with then, how...disapointing."

Dagoth seemed to step from behind Roan's shadow shadow he watched the whole scene from the corner of his left eye, his arm resting on the hilt of his blade idly smoking in the pouring rain. He spat the smoke into the mud raising his face to the sky seeming to take a large breath in, snapping around on his left heel to face the group his exhale sending a long column of steam out into the ether.

There's three of them... Im sure your brother can share. Be a dear... and make sure NONE of them walk away. Im thirsty boys... and Im sure you are too. Cripple the last one for me - I could use a FRESH meal.

*Cruelty tipped her words, eyes flashing as she grinned at the three who had foolishly figured fighting a DeSeer involved the prestige of surviving just that ONE DeSeer.

It didnt work that way.*