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With the target gone, Epsilon would just remain there...floating...energy swirling around him.

Kuro took out his blade, and sheathed it, not bothering to wipe the blood off of it. <******** scum..." Kuro spoke out in disgust, spitting on the monster. The astral projections disapeared some distance away as Kuro put away his soul keris. He began to lgow with demonic energy, and seemingly teleported to akako.

"Hmph...I will take this peice of s**t back.", Kuro said in disgust, reffering to the torque. He took the torque off of Akako, and put it back on. He squinted his eyes for a second, the torques effect taking place like a weight on his energy.

"Hmph...I'll have to ask Shin about this. Oh well." And with that, he disapeared in demonic energy, into the plane of shadows...

Cziri would watch the arena from where ever he was, plotting out a piece of land for his entrance. His aura began to enter the area in some way, as the sand on the ground began to heat up into glass. One mirror formed, then a second one aligned with the first and the center, then a third, following the same pattern until there were thirteen glass plates surrounding a point in a circular formation. The thirteen mirrors arced their faces upward, perhaps at a 45 degrees angle to the sky and ground. All sand on the mirrors suddenly vanished, and it would appear as if each mirror was being cleaned and polished, or simply refined. The thirteen lens pointed towards the sun, stealing its own light and intensifying it into one beam each. The beams of concentrated light all met above the center point of the circle, and began to combine into a very large concentration of light, even gravity began to shift under its might. The spark continued to grow, and then flickered, the light was becoming far too bright for normal eyes. The mirrors let out a slight ring as they tried to contain the light into that "solar well." But, for some mystic reason, the light betrayed their grasps and crashed into the sandy ground. The light began to shift into many different visible colors, blue, orange, white and continued to shift until ending at a strange black light. Not shadow, but a black form of light. Not lack of light, but maybe some sort of "fallen light."

Out of what some would call a portal, a bright figure walked out. The figure's blurry hand would rise, and appear to snap, and as it would "snap" the light dimmed and slowly began to vanish, perhaps it had just became invisible. The thirteen lens had formed back into one shape, a giant rectangle of glass, just waiting there for whatever purpose it had.

The figure was visible, settling in a body that rose only seven feet. Ah, but this dwarf Kerashii was quite happy with his powerful body. Today, his hair was rather hidden, as he was wearing some strange cloth that draped over most of his hair and down his bangs, but still leaving his distinctive eyes visible. A silver ornament of stranges wires tightened this hat, or perhaps it resembled a turban. Still, parts of his silver hair flowed down, some even getting trapped in his fanged mouth with crystalline teeth.

Oddly, he was wearing a rather shiny set of armor, maybe set off with a few flakes of shiny dirt, the luster appearing silver, but that is not what this armor is made of. It eminates a divine glow, and is pieced together in an intricate manner, holding close to Cziri's flesh. To put it simply, it did resemble a very powerful set of platemail. A knight's apron was turned into some type of dirty white/green poncho and held the similar mettallic tree reaching for the blue star decoration.

The divine greenish glow was enhanced by a strange coat of ice that hugged Cziri's body. Magical ice or something is what it appeared as, but it was infact similar to what would hold Espers in FF6. The mystical ice would open itself up for a moment, releasing two swords that hovered around, seperate from Cziri's body. The ice had only moved to allow the seperation, not off the blades entirely. And suddenly, both Cziri's mourtary sword and flamberge let out a glow as the ice turned into a pool of energy, feeding the blades whatever energies they needed to keep stable ready. His mourtary sword was a bit longer than most, as was his flamberged claymore. They oddly both sported small silver wired half-baskets, and both had pure silver blades modifed for aerodynamics. Cziri then directed the blades back into his hands, the mourtary to the left and the claymore to the right. His left hand moved behind his back, holding the blade facing to the sand, while his right hand was placed at an angle extending from his chest, as if to guard Cziri's own body.

He focused, as a small thread wrapped around his right index finger like a ring, and a lil' orb rotated around that same index finger. His feet were sprang up from the ground, the toes eagerly supporting his body while his tall body coiled itself up, muscle threads ready for anything.

The man turns around and watches the fight. he smiles and cerates an X energy shield, mana shield, and a crapload of others protecting him cmpletly so he can watch the fight.

"Kuro, you can do this. Dont dissapoint me, you havent before so dont start now." The man says aloud hoping and praying Kuro would win this. He knew it wuld be a close match, the old master Vs. the apprentice. The man knew Kuro could do it, and he hoped he would

"Grr...Epsilon! Return..." Julius was mad that his robot never got to test out a thing, yet was glad that his Alpha model wasn't destroyed. Nevertheless, he would have to see what his comrade got finished..

Wyvern left.

The man looked at her and smiled.

"My name is Roy." Roy responded keepig ena her so is shield would keep her safe as well. "Just rest."