Katrina: *Rachael's voice became quieter the farther she walked away.* "Lock up and let's go." *She spoke with a smile, glancing at Cynthia.*
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*Luna and Rachael suddenly warped onto a dirt pit, causing a pulse to blow along the ground around them.*
Luna: *Her white hair gently flapped in a circular-like motion, as she tried to adjust her balance.* "Whoa-"
Rachael: *She stood firmly on her feet, as she tapped her toes on the ground.* "A little rougher than the others, hey." *She implied the turbulence of the Spacial Funnel.*
Luna: "I rekon, aye." *She glanced at Rachael and sighed with a funny smile.* "You bein' an Earthbender, you always never lose your balance, aye."
Rachael: "Give me some credit, I did use to do Hapkido, remember?"
Destiny: (I can feel the space here.. For the little sphere we entered through, there's the entire stadium in here. That's why it was a little bumpy.)
Luna: "Destiny says, it's ‘cause there's heaps of shit condensed into this Reality Marbello thingy."
Rachael: "That makes sense-"
?????: "Next is Nathan Brails, versus Desmond Simoleon." *A spectator's voice loudly echoed across the area, instantly causing Rachael and Luna to look up towards a transparent, pulsating glyph, which was discreetly hidden.*
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*Nathan proudly walked onto a large arena-like dirt pit, bravely ignoring the cheering crowd.*
Nathan: (No matter who my opponent is, I shall win with the skills I've learnt, honed and acquired.)
*Karol and Lezard sat in the spectator rows with several vacant spots next to them, looking down to Nathan in excitement.*
Karol: "Look, there's Nafan!" *He squealed in excitement, pointing down at Nathan.*
Lezard: "Ooo, these old bones are deliciously tingling with these matches."
Karol: (Good luck, Nafan.)
Nathan: *He stood in the middle of the arena and stared at the opposite gate, identical to the one he just walked out of.* "Simoleon.. That name sounds familiar."
*An apple shaped man wearing a plain white shirt and green pants with skinny legs walked into the arena.*
Karol: "Who's that?"
Lezard: "Naughty, little monster. You should know all the people in the opposing guilds."
Karol: "He's in a guild?"
Lezard: "Although, I haven't seen one member of that guild actually fight."
Desmond: *He walked into the middle of the arena and stood in front of Nathan, staring face-to-face.* "I will do my best, Nathan, oiw."
Nathan: "Oiw?" *He mumbled in confusion and realisation.* "You're-"
Desmond: "One of the guilds, The Breath Raiders, wagered our guild could not fight in combat.. As one of the only combat driven members, I will represent my guild."
Lezard: "The Financial Guild."
Karol: "Wha? Bhut they don't fight!"
Nathan: *He smiled and reached over his shoulder.* "Spoken like a true man." *He pulled forward, causing sparks to flash around his sword.*
Desmond: "You do what the captain warriors can do."
Nathan: "I, too, will represent my guild, my family." *He firmly held onto his sword.*
Desmond: "Oiw!"
Spectator: "The match will begin, now!"
Lezard: "How will a member from The Financial Guild fight? Lezard wonders in curiosity."
Desmond: "Lucre Dominance." *Razor swarm of dollar bills, swirled towards Nathan, cutting his cheeks and triceps.*
Karol: "An Azure Burst." *He squealed in amazement.*
Nathan: *He stepped back and raised his sword, tilting his wrist, skilfully, blocking each bill.* (I wasn't expecting that-)
Desmond: *His white shirt suddenly turned to a shade of green and spiralled off his body.*
Lezard: "Yucky, he's shirtless-" *He placed the back of his hand on his forehead and looked away.*
Karol: "His belly looks fake."
Desmond: *His plastic appearing, apple shaped body shined in the light.* "Spondulix Smack." *His shirt spiralled into his hand and he waved forward, causing a wipe-like slash of bills to flutter past Nathan.*
Nathan: *He firmly held the sword with both hands, watching an occasional flash spark off his sword from the whip.* (This Azure Burst keeps extending?)
*Nathan stepped to the side and faced the whip of bills, slashing downwards at an incredible speed.*
Desmond: *He watched the sliced whip past Nathan suddenly lose its shape and puff into singular-shaped bills.* "Oiw-"
Nathan: *He suddenly appeared directly in front of Desmond, ignoring two swirls of dirt which spiralled around his feet.* "Double Slash."
Man: *A man a row in front of Karol and Lezard grunted in amazement, as he raised a drink in excitement.* "I forgot about this fella, he's fast!"
Desmond: *He looked at Nathan's sword with widening eyes.* "Ducats Crack." *A shield-like wave of bills hardened itself in between him and Nathan.*
Nathan: *He sliced downwards, causing two slash-like strikes to appear on Desmond's shield.* (It's paper? But it's hard as stone!) *He swayed back in thought and jabbed the sword towards Desmond.* (He must have a good control of Neurons to harden the paper's property like that.)
Desmond: "Spondulix Wield." *All the bills that were destroyed and lying on the ground suddenly flew towards him, forming itself back into his white shirt.* (I'll have to use my strongest Azure on him.)
Lezard: "The delightful Desmond is gathering all his Neurons."
Karol: "He is?!"
Nathan: *He lined his sword up to his face, aiming it towards Desmond's paper made shield.* "The destructive arts number thirty eight-"
Desmond: (Here I go-) *He double clapped his hands and spread his arms, revealing a small, patent green coloured glyph to spiral in front of him.*
Nathan: *He slid his foot forward, as if he was ready to attack.* "Harh!"
Desmond: "Wampum Strike." *All the bills around him, including his shirt suddenly scattered into the air.*
Karol: *He watched Nathan and Desmond's bodies glow a shade of blue.* "Whow!"
Desmond: "Feel your debts!" *He reached back and all the scattering bills suddenly spiralled around his entire arm, forming a massive rapier.*
Lezard: *He watched Desmond grab hold to his paper-made rapier, readying to attack Nathan.* "Lezard really wasn't expecting this-"
Nathan: *He jumped forward and jabbed his sword like a missile.* "Raining Fury."
Desmond: "Oiw!" *He jabbed towards Nathan and sounds of paper shredding could be heard.*
Man: "I can't see their weapons!" *A man gasped in disbelief from the audience.*
Nose-Haired Woman: "Now this is why I go to Battling Oxident!" *She stroked her nose hair, as if it was a moustache.*
Karol: "Nee hee. Nafan is amazing!"
Lezard: (Both their weapons have blurred.. Nathamottus using his delicious speed as usual.)
Desmond: "This isn't possible! Oiw!" *He watched torn up pieces of bills flap past his face.*
Nathan: *He casually smirked, as he watched sweat drip down Desmond's plastic-looking skin.* (I have grown quite a lot, but compared to.. Bell-)
Desmond: "I will not give up! Oiw!-"
Nathan: *He suddenly flashstepped a foot closer to Desmond, causing his rapier-like bills to explode into shredded pieces of paper.* "Harh!"
*Nathan failed to hesitate and rammed the sword into Desmond's chest, causing the massive crowd around the stadium to suddenly go quiet.*
Nathan: *He professionally stepped back, ripping the sword out of Desmond's chest.* "The match is over."
Desmond: *He stood on the spot, gasping for air with a dropping jaw.* "Oiw?"
Karol: "D-Did Nafan...?"
Lezard: "Don't worry, little monster. You can't die in Battling Oxident."
Karol: "Bhut-"
Spectator: "And it appears Desmond is unable to battle. Nathan is the winner!"
Desmond: *He slowly reached down and ran his fingers along a bloodless hole in his body.*
"Oiw, how did you know?"
Nathan: *He sliced the air and turned around while closing his eyes.* "Good match."
Desmond: *A cool gust of wind closed up his wounds and caused all his paper bills to suddenly materialise as his shirt.* "Oiw." *He smiled in appreciation and nodded his head.*
*The audience suddenly applaud at once, as they watched Nathan and Desmond leave on opposite ends of the arena.*
Spectator: "Next is a rivalry between Ronan and Styles!" *His echoing announcement caused the audience to cheer louder than they already were.*
Lezard: "Nathamottus did very well, didn't he?" *He chuckled and shook his bottom on the seat, causing Karol to giggle with a happy smile.*
Karol: "Yheah! I'ma gonna be like that, too!"
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*Stone coloured objects blurred past Twortz, as she moved at blinding speeds.*
Twortz: (The last Unknown Territory.. The completion of the Consultant's true project.) *She smirked and suddenly dropped to one knee, as she appeared inside a small stone room.*
*Two girls suddenly squealed in shock, as a gust of wind swirled around the confined room due to the speed of Twortz's flashstep.*
Twortz: "Trinity, Infinity, the Consultant has requested you two to come aid."
Trinity: "The Consultant requested us to help you?" *She spoke as if she didn't want to.*
Twortz: (Troublesome, just as I predicted.) "I'm not sure what these words will hold on you, but he said that the success of this mission will mean the release of your family."
Trinity: *She vocally gasped with a disjointed breath, as she silently stared at Twortz with widening eyes.* "..."
Infinity: "And help you we must." *She quickly stood up, causing her dancer-like clothes and blue hair to bounce.*
Trinity: *She swiped her forehead, removing strands of red hair Twortz's flashstep messed up.* "When?"
Twortz: "You are to accompany me to a duel layered Spacial Funnel."
Trinity: "That didn't answer my question."
Infinity: "And the question remains unanswered."
Twortz: (If those two keep doing that weird twin, clown-like talking, I'll find myself getting frustrated rather quickly.) "Now."
Trinity: *She stood up and stretched her legs.* "What are we meant to do?"
Infinity:"And do we must."
Twortz: (And do we must?) *She sighed in thought, rubbing her temples with growing frustration.* "The Consultant has supplied us with a teleportation Rostical."
Trinity: "Teleporting Remenistal?" *She whispered to herself, as she mentally readied to leave.*
Infinity: *She glanced around the small room, observing all the stone made furniture.* "Let us depart."
Twortz: "I'm not entirely sure as to why the Consultant wanted you two to come-" *She turned around, causing her armour to rattle.* "But all I request, is to ensure the safety of my one hundred percent mission rate-"
Trinity: (The number two captain is the captain to have a one hundred percent track record.)
Twortz: "-And nothing unprofessional may happen to you."
Infinity: "Unprofessional?"
Trinity: *She quickly covered Infinity's mouth in a sisterly-like manner, as if she understood Twortz's threat.* "Of course! Isn't that right, sister?"
Infinity: *She noticed Trinity's seriousness, causing her to nod her head in understanding.* "I understand." *Her voice muffled through Trinity's hand, cueing Twortz to walk out of the room.*
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*Rachael and Luna walked up several steps, closely listening to the crowd's comments and cheers.*
Luna: "Can't believe Natalie won a match."
Destiny: (It sounded really exciting.)
Rachael: "I definitely heard the cheers, but I couldn't really hear anything."
Luna: "Yea, well-" *She pointed at her ears and sniffed, pretending she was cool.*
Destiny: (Our combined, heightened hearing.)
Luna: (Aha, yeah.)
Rachael: "Where actually is Destiny?"
Luna: "I don't know much about that shit, but I reckon she's in a Reality thingo."
Destiny: (It all feels natural, but I agree with that, yeup.)
Rachael: "Hehe. That's awesome." *She spoke with a smile and glanced across the busy spectator seats.* "Where are they?"
Luna: "Can't you do your stampin' of the foot and find where they are?"
Rachael: "I'm not really that good at that yet, and besides, they're sitting down." *She walked up more steps, glancing at each row before taking another.* "Can't you do your Scoldrant User abilities and find where they are?" *She smiled.*
Luna: "Aye?! Yea, I'll just use my special sonic hearin' and-"
?????: "Bwarharh, I know little monster!"
Luna: "Get the fuck out-" *She quickly looked over her shoulder and nudged her head towards the other side of the arena.* "They're over there."
Rachael: *She stopped with a growing smile and started to jog down the stairs.* "Awesome work, Loonz."
Luna: "Yea, well." *She sniffed her finger and pretended to be cool, trying not to show her flattery.*
*A dark skinned man suddenly dropped to his knees in the arena, causing the crowd to cheer.*
Spectator "And it appears Ronan is unable to battle. Styles is the winner!"
*Nathan leant against a brick wall inside the waiting area, as he casually gazed upon the arena.*
Nathan: *He watched Ronan limp towards the waiting area, before a cool gust of wind healed his wounds.* "Good fight, Ronan."
Ronan: *He glanced at Nathan, shaking his head.* "It wasn't that great."
Nathan: "Huh?"
Ronan: "He cheated."
Nathan: "How? You hesitated to use your Ougi on him."
Ronan: "He took me off guard."
Nathan: "You fought well-" *He leant off the wall and started to walk towards the arena.* "Don't be a sore loser."
Ronan: "He told me I was disgusting due to the colour of my skin."
Nathan: *His eyes widened to Ronan's words.* "..."
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Spectator: "Next is Nathan Brails." *His announcement caused the crowd to cheer.*
Styles: (I defeated Ronan with ease.) *He cracked his shoulders, preparing himself for his next match.*
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