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Desbear:
Mikto chuckled.

You shouldn't have. I lost round 1.

He yawned.

Would battling get you in a better mood?

[Mikto. your defying the writer. why are you being nice. your not nice. stoppit.]

[SIINTCA]

NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
I smiled and got up, taking out a seal.

Alright, you're on. Don't expect me to pull any punches. Also, I wanna test this field i made if thats ok with you.

I tossed the seal, and it turned into an orb.

Ready when you are.

I synched with Venom, my astral landing on a cube.

Desbear:
Mikto smiled.

Sounds good.

He synched in..

Creeper

He looked around.. it was like a maze of sorts... He doesn't like mazes.

Guesssssss I'll ussssse the normal Sssstratagy....

He just sat there. Waiting for his opponent to come at him.

[SIINTCA]

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan and Daylin

You need to quit being a snob.

Daylin looked up from the cold metal floors of the ambulance. They had sat in awkward silence, Tylan controlling his emotions, and Daylin seething with anger.

That boy is a snake! He deserve every horrible dam-

Tylan was across the small clearing between them in a flash. He skillfully weaved past the medic, who was monitoring Warren and Stan. Daylin's felt a tight grip around his throat, and his head was whipped back into the metal wall behind him. It was an awkward position for them all, with the tight spaces of the ambulance. Tylan's knuckles were white. and in a flash he kicked open the back door of the ambulance, and hurled Daylin out of it. Leaving behind a stunned medic, he leaped right behind him. Daylin struggled to get up, but Tylan had him pinned, a foot planted on his chest forcefully.

Don't you ever say someone deserves treatment like that! That boy has a snake for an astral? So what?! Would you like it if you were judged because your astral is a lumbering bull?! But you wouldn't know how it feels, growing up with our, 'parents'! They spoiled you! I grew up in that orphanage, saw what it was really like. Why? Because they feared me. I was a prodigy, and they feared it!

Daylin could say nothing, the force Tylan was putting on his chest slowly increasing. He began to struggle for breath.

What about you? walking around with those scars on your body! You can't even tell your own damn brother what they are from. But I know, I have always known! They are from Warren... The man you consider a best friend.. He has problems Tylan! And yet you walk around, hiding the scars with make up, and sleeves. Don't lecture me about kindness, when your own friend doesn't spare you any, and you say nothing!

The force was lifted from his chest in an instant. And Tylan strode a pace away, and stopped. A crowd had gathered around them, watching the argument between the brothers. Daylin was sure this would make the tabloids, but he couldn't care less. He scrambled to his feet. The anger Daylin was famous for reared up, and he raised his fist to strike Tylan. Before he could even move, a powerful fist slammed into his temple. Pain roared through his veins, hotter than a thousand suns, and he clutched at his bleeding forehead. Daylin looked up and saw Tylan, his white eyes void of emotion, his face set in a stoic expression. His arm was extended from the blow he had just delivered. As Daylin supported himself against the outside wall of the arena, Tylan spoke a single, cold word.

Leave.

and with that he leaped back into the back of the ambulance, his mind a worse mess then before. Daylin stumbled blindly, and a fan rushed to his aid. She dragged him away while the other fans and reporters stood shocked. He felt dizzy as he was supported against something, and she began addressing his wound. Then, he passed out

(A random, kind fan. This person will not appear again. Also, they were outside the arena, not inside the building.)

Darkstar64:
Is that the best you could do?

I flew above where the voice came from, and was able to pick him out from the cloud of mist. I stopped flying, and reverse-bicycle kicked him from above.

If the best I could do was attack you from afar with missiles, I wouldn't be competing.

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