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GrizzlyEatsKids:
Noctis noticed a group of five rockets coming his way. He jetted up toward the sky, and the rockets followed him!

Homing rockets, huh.

He got an idea. He flew straight a ways, the missiles getting ever closer. Then Noctis quickly shot toward the ground, one of the rockets not getting the direction change and went on straight before exploding in midair. Then, right before Noctis hit the ground, changing directions again, two more rockets exploding into the ground. He flew on straight now, and prepared to change again when one of the rockets slammed into him and exploded! He fell to the ground, the last rocket nailing him in the stomach, forcing him to cough up blood.

Mr. Fox:
As I finished my third plate of pasta I looked to the clock and realized I was late for my daily run. I stood up, put my notebook back in my pocket then headed up to my room to change into better clothes to run. The hotel was much more crowded now, people from all over were coming to this city to either fight in the championship or watch; soon there would be bets, and it would stop being fun for everyone, everyone except me at least.

I finally got to my room after too many challenges to count, I quickly changed clothing; my sleeveless shirt clearly showing my Astral Mark. It blazened gold against my tan skin as I walked into the sun, people who were in a hurry turned their heads to see what was reflecting so much light into their eyes. Putting the cameras that were now snapping pictures of me out of my mind I started my run after a few quick stretches.

"I think I'll do ten miles today. Yup that sounds good."

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Sean was in the park, sitting on the bench with his hood over his head. I was thinking about the rematch with that Minotaur or Tauren or whatever it was, it was steak either way. And every time I look over it, that random guys words echoed in my head. I tried to shake it off. I know what my mistakes were, they were obvious, but how am I supposed to improve on them?

Ugh, this is just one big mess... I might as well let off some steam.

I got up and looked around, there was a small group of astral fighters talking to each other. I made a sly smile, removed my hood, and walked towards them. Better start on a new winning streak while I'm at it.

Darkstar64:
I watched at he was able to maneuver away from most of the rockets. I saw the two of them hit him, and I was rather surprised.

I raced over to him, stopping in midair, right in front of him.

Hello! This is the part where I beat you!

I immediately performed a reverse-bicycle kick to send him careening towards the ground.

(I think that's better.)

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan and Daylin

They sat across from each other, Daylin growling, and Tylan smiling coolly.

Ya know what, if you can prove to my mind over matter, I will be your apprentice!

The fight was over something stupid, Tylan had simply pointed out he could help, careful to keep his face hidden. It had turned into an argument, and was about to turn into a battle. THey had caught the attention of a few reporter nearby, or Daylin had with his shouting. Whispers flew, most thinking Daylin was about to chalk up another win.

Fine, I will even give you the advantage.

Tylan removed the mist valley disk from his pocket, placing it in the air in front of him. It began to glow green, showing it was ready for sync.

What is that thing?

Tylan laughed, his face tucked towards the ground, still hidden.

You'll hear soon enough, I expect.

Whatever.

Both marks began to glow, and Daylin was shocked to find it was easy to sync, normally it required energy. Both synced with ease, and the battle began.

Sub-Zero and Garlock

A flapping of wings was all that Garlock could hear, and he saw nothing through the thick veil of mist.

Garlock smas-!

He was cut off as a barrage of small ice spikes slammed into the side of him, leaving small red whelps. On instinct he swung his totem, ripping through empty fog.

Howroo!

Garlock was slammed into again, sharp claws cutting deep into his thick hide. Per usual, thee wigned beast was gone again before he could hit, he hadn't even seen the thing! He bellwoed out, but a ringing of the Tauren elders words echoed in his ear.

An angry mind is a narrow mind.

It was one of the many lesson, in peace, he never got. He breathed heavily, listening. The faint beat of wings, and a howl caught his ear, and instantly he spun, his totem connecting head on with the jaw of the the winged beast. As it hit the ground, he was above it with the totem, ready to smash it! But, he froze. That astral, it couldn't......

BAM!

He was hit square in the eye with a spike of ice. Before he could react a howl split the air, and a feathery wing, with a large, rippling ball of wispy ice slammed into his chin! He desynced instantly, the battle was over.......

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