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A huge library filled with the knowledge of the old kingdom. knowledge from long ago accumulated and was stored here within this huge kingdoms library which now left abandoned is a treasure trove of wealthy information that may have been lost to other kingdoms of today and could very well contain secrets that nobody would even know at the present day.

A man in a rags threw a rock at the unidentified man. "Dhamphir! I knew I'd find you! My skills may not be great, but its daytime. You are weakened! I'll avenge my parents!"

He charged at the man, shouting rage and revenge.

"You will not escape me again!" Teishoku shouted, chasing after the man. He was determined to get his prize. His parents 'would' be avenged! "stand and fight me! foul one!" He picked up his speed and tackled the man into a shelf, knocking old scrolls on top of them both. He raised himself from the pile, and kicked the man in the ribs.

Teishoku dodges the knife with the practice of his youth. "HA!" this is the one who killed my parents? This is pathetic! And what is this water magic? Your demonic powers don't work in the daylight? Murderers make me sick!" The former begger slowed his pace. He could enjoy himself. Even without his drunken style, he can handle this failure of a halfbreed. He strode up to the man; sneered at his form. The man was crawling on the floor. Nothing but that useless ball of water to keep him company while he feels Teishoku's wrath. He bit his thumb, and smeared the blood over his had. His fingers turn tan from tip, halfway down. He grimaced as his skin tightened and hardened. He thought briefly that his power was getting worse. Or better. Depending on the perspective. In this dark being's case, it would be much worse. He rose his hand into the air, prepared to lobotomize the creature. "Are you prepared to die for your murders?"

Teishoku was stunned. Dhamphirs couldn't use water magic. Could they? He knew so little about the creatures. Only that they were beings of dark, weakened in the sunlight. Half-Vamps. He did not know what kind of spells they used, but the man's demeanor was not that of evil. He pause was furthered by the fact that he was still unsure about his powers. "Can my hand pierce that magic?" He ponder for about a two seconds he didn't think it could. Not yet anyway. He began to wonder if the fight was worth continuing. Teishoku shook his head, relieving himself of such thoughts. He was a begger! He had honor. He wouldn't let this man walk all all over him even if he wasn't the dhamphir. He achieved a drunken stance. His thoughts wandered temporarily, wondering where he'd placed his alcohol. He must have lost it. It didn't matter, he could go without it. The being of magic stood tall, confident that his shield would hold. Teishoku sprinted toward him, full speed. Stopping short of the shield he spun his upper half around quickly using his body's momentum to increase the speed of his hand. His magically amplified fingers met the shield in a show of sparks. As the beggar spun back to check for counter attack, he registered a split-second of dismay. He couldn't pierce the shield.

Meitei took a sip of his sake and started to think. While reading on how to make a poison bomb out of breath, a piece of cloth, and a little bit of magic, he heard a cry of despair in the old library. He looked to see what it was and found two beggars having a battle. He recognized his old friend, Teishoku Kobushi, but he didn't know the other beggar. After watching the battle for a few minutes, a mysterious figure came out. Meitei knew that this new fighter was much stronger than the other two, and he needed to help his old friend. He took a rock and waited. The rock wouldn't be able to stop the figure for long, but it might be enough to stall him. Then, they would have the perfect opportunity. He started to think of all the illusion spells he perfected, and while taking another sip of his sake, he flung the rock at the figure.....

Teishoku was staring death in the face. And he realized that he was unafraid. He looked at the scene before him. His ribs broken and his mouth bleeding. His best friend unconscious. A Dhamphir reduced to a sitting bleeding mass of flesh. No, he was not afraid. He was angry. The rage he'd felt towards the dhamphir was doubled then redoubled toward this primal beast. "How dare he belittle my life!" The beggar thought in lunacy. He completely shook with rage. His hands vibrated with his pain and disbelief at the situation. The fire rune on his fingertip began to glow. He glanced at it barely remembering what it meant. He stooped and picked up some of the Dhamphir's blood. His hand reverted from it's tan state. He stuck his middle finger into his bloody mouth and covered it, and the rest of his hand in blood. His fingers turned a deep red from based to tip. The heat he felt under his skin only served to elevate his rage. "Honor" he murmered. "YOU SPEAK OF HONOR!!!" he screamed at the lion beast. "There is no honor in our deaths. Not by your hands." Teishoku raised his hand defiantly, the pain of his broken ribs all but forgot in his anger. Was he to die? He knew not. But he was going to speak. "There is no honor in the slaying of children. Nor honor in the destruction of those not equal to yourself". Teishoku snapped his fingers and fire sprang from the tips, surprising both the begger as well as to the lion beast. Although only the beast showed it. "If you want honor, seek your plunder elsewhere. For to kill us in the state we are in. That would hold no honor. That would hold disgrace. Leave beast. Leave so as not to tarnish the honor of your tribe" the flames on his fingertips exploded upwards and engulfed his hand, burning brightly. He looked the beast in the eyes. And watched to see what he would do.