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*Stood some distance from the combatants, in what little shade he could find in the relatively open area known as the Field of Honour. Intently he watched the two fight, interested greatly by their unique styles. Silently he continued to observe them, ensure that his presence was masked so that it wouldn't interfere with the natural senses of those engaged in the contest of honour. Brushing a stray strand of platinum hair from his eyes, he languidly relaxed against the stone ruins beside which he stood, thankful for the temporary reprieve from the hammering sun.*

*azrael finally said the final words: "duncima,duncime,duncimere"

the evil kitsune was forced out of his body, and azrael was free again. or, he would be if he was not stone. quickly he called up all the coal in the surrounding area, transmuted into diamonds, and sent it at his opponent in an array of flying diamond daggers too fast to dodge. he may not be able to phisically move, but he could still do alchemy thanks to the circle in his hat

The empress stands to her feet, and announces, "It is time."


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The Emporer stands & bows to the fighters.
"You have both done well. May you continue to fight with honor for all your days."

*Stood upon the flattened terrain of the battlefield, his mystical azure gaze sweeping the area as he looked for his opponents. A slight breeze caused the platinum tresses cascading down his broad back to sway slightly, the heavy folds of his ebony hued kimono rustling musically around his moderate frame. Abscently, he tightened his crimson leather gauntlets, the worn material groaning in protest as he slowly clenched his fingers into a white-knuckled fist, before relaxing his muscles once again.*

still scanning the area, he noticed Azrael standing not so far from his own position, and turned directly towards him to bow respectfully. "One remaining," he said as he straightened.

*Casually his left hand moved to rest on the black lacquered scabbards at his hip, his thumb pressing upon the metallic disk that encircled the white-bound hilt. To the untrained it would be a move of futile harmlessness, but to those who understood his movements they would know that in that one gesture he had already made a very lethal promise.*

The Emporer stood up. He had an announcement to make. He bows slightly to the fighters in the arena.

"It would appear honorable fighters that the third fighter is not coming. I apologize for this disgrace brought onto the field of honor. To make amends this battle will now be a prize fight. Winner recieves 500g. May your battle bring further honor to your names. You both may start fighting whenever you're ready."

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*Smiled softly as he watched his opponent's languid approach, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he waited for the man to come closer. When it would seem that collision between the two was immanent, he shifted his position in a blurred series of movements, as if lightning had been caged in that single space and now struggled to get free. Erupting forth from his scabbard his left hand moved to block the hand that Azrael intended to perform the neck grab with, Tenshumaru well remembering the attempted pressure-point attack from training in the dojo. Not one to waste time, he coiled back his right arm simultaniously with the blocking of Azrael's attack, his fingers curling instantly into a white-knuckled fist as suddenly his gauntleted extremity launched forth in a devasting punch which connected with the airbourne opponent's temple. Because his opponent was off the ground, the resulting impact sent Azrael skipping across the ground, to land in a heap fifteen feet apart from where he stood.*

he chuckled then, his stance returning to what it had been before the furious assault. "One," he muttered.