[14:01:10] Power steamed from the youth, Hercules as he darted for Marcel with ferocity beyond measurements. His sword flooded in consecutive flurries of thrusts, that repeatedly stabbed through Yumi. Luckily Citali had been his target of focus, receiving all of Marcel's hatred while Hercules chipped away at the enemy's life. Citali was strong though, swinging like no swordsman before him -- no orphan swordsman in any case.

The Man soon hauled back from the combined force of attacks, which gave Hercules the opportunity to finish. He was always out to deal damage, no matter how much he sustained. Dirty adults wouldn't stand for their crimes when he was done with them. The Youth, Hercules lashed out simultaneously dropping a swing from above the man, intensified by his inhuman strength -- a curse. It swallowed him whole, and took his mind over pulling what few nerves available in his body to act on their behalf. He was a puppet that sought not the defeat, but the destruction of his enemy.

Sparks scattered in the air as their weapons grid against another, and it didn't take long for Citali to join with the finishing attack. His blade uprooted from underneath, slashing across Marcel's armor to have him drop down without air to support his fall. Hercules didn't stop, and instead jumped locking his legs on the man's head, from there his fist kept pumping, drumming down the man's face flat. Would anyone stop him?
(Hercules)

[14:08:00] Marcel proved to be a challenge for Citali, given the man's build of pure muscle and height- but the young magi, aided by his comrade, managed to maintain an edge, utilizing quick dashes and timed strikes, that'd soon enough grind the giant down to his knees. Victory!

But that wasn't enough, though. Hercules saw fit to continue their assault- his tiny, clenched fists smashed into Marcel, crushing teeth and bone alike... it was a horrific, rage-induced punishment that was no less than brutal. Citali watched wordlessly as the sound of flesh being smacked against filled the area. He stepped forward, somewhat tired from his battle, before extending a hesitant hand to clench onto Hercules' shoulder.

"...that's... that's enough friend..." It was just a worried whisper. The boy's blue eyes were fixed on Marcel's toothless, open mouth and purple face.
(Citali)


[14:13:07] "Oh okey, buddy." Is how Hercules responded to Citali's calming voice -- If that's what you thought, then you were on a different page. With a hand squeezing his shoulder, the youth spiraled around seeing a new, temporary enemy in Citali. His gaze was somewhat blurred by his ill thoughts, a curse fueling his intentions as his vermilion - orange, red eyes set upon Citalin in a glare.

Hercules' head leaned back, as he attempted to quickly blast it forward upon Citali's face, a headbutt nonetheless. From there his target had been diverted, and Citali was presented before Hercules as the enemy. The Odour of blood expelled from the youth, connected with a crimson red shade of mana. All of it was focused on Citali, his best friend. Perhaps fear would be something the little guy felt, as Hercules marched towards him.

Luckily for the youth, his sword had been sheathed earlier when he attacked the man. Hercules had no intentions to stab Citali, he wouldn't be able to with his wild swings. Instead his fists would be enough to slam into the cute boy's teeth, crushing a few in the process. None stopped...Hercules.
(Hercules)

[14:20:48] The glare caused fear to run through Citali's limbs, enough to freeze him on the spot for a moment- enough time for Hercules' forehead to smash into his nose, delivering a powerful headbutt that would instantly see crimson run down the boy's nostril. Eyes shut, hands on his bloodied face, the orphan leader was taken by surprise- not expecting his young comrade to do this.

A powerful punch to Citali's stomach a second later would see those eyes opened again- his eyelids couldn't be any wider, in fact- and a breathless gasp left him as the fist battered into his gut. "Herc..--" Staring directly into the pools of madness that shone through his friend's gaze, Citali grasped around the boy's arm and clenched tight, "...get ahold of yourself."

Holding firm, Citali would deliver a headbutt of his own, seeking to knock some sense with the attack... having dropped his sword to fight bare fisted like the enraged warrior infront. After his strike, Citali continued, prepared to exchange blows until either one of them had been defeated...

"You still got some steam after that battle, huh... all right." A grin is flashed.
(Citali)
[14:28:28] Blood vessels budged outwards upon the youth's neck as they ran up towards his head, coloring Hercules' face in a tomato like shade. He definitely saw his punches connecting, and even the headbutt but he'd never have thought that Citali would retaliate. He attacked so viciously as well, a punch for a punch - an eye for an eye. It was too bad that the youth's consciousness was long gone, or else his lips might have twisted for a smile. Instead he roared, foaming while he did-- Citali dropped his weapons as a response to Hercules' challenge. That may have been his answer to the question, and the soloution.

This way, both of them would be injured. Hercules' fist was clenched tightly as he regained balance from the earlier headbutt. It wasn't quite over there, instead the youth pressed forth, his fist at the velocity of a rocket as it was powered by lightning that sparked around him. It was a bloody exchange of fists, a punch jamming into his skull but to be returned and delivered with the strength of a boulder.

It wasn't the game Citali expected, but he had far better chances against Hercules as the youth did little to dodge. Instead he focused on punching the living breath out of him, it looked as if Hercules had yet to stop his rampage -- they needed more than that.
(Hercules)
[14:37:52] The two exchanged blows, tiny, clenched fists slamming into each other almost aimlessly, tired from the previous battle- Citali had the advantage of retaining his consciousness whereas Hercules wasn't dealt much damage in the fight against Marcel. It was even.

A test of raw power, one where the green haired youth was outmatched- try as he might to wrestle Hercules to a loss, the enraged boy didn't budge. Every punch delivered hard into his bruised, bloodied face only seemed to encourage him further, as if the pain served as a fuel for an endless amount of adrenaline: a rage that Citali couldn't seem to overcome.

"...Urgh..." By the end of the fight, he was on his back- Hercules sat on top, clearly the victor- and Citali's two shaky, clenched hands were used as a guard to his chin. They hovered there, serving as a poor defense against the brute's assault.

"Hercules..."
(Citali)
[14:45:32] ...it took a turn towards the darker, where the antagonist overcame the hero. Exhausted fists pummeling the child in a similar state, they were quite fortunate that there was a consequence of his actions. Rage was fueled by his emotions, which in turn depended on stamina -- how he felt. Hercules roared one last time, the berserker clutched his fingers around Citali's collar. He was then picked up, as Hercules prepared to strike his gut one last time, an attack enhanced by the power of his lightning. Sparks swallowed his clenched fist as it dug into the abdomen, sending the youth sailing a meter before he plummeted.

The Target shifted with this, and Hercules' eyes sat upon the other Orphans. It was a deadly glare that told them 'You are next'. He panted, barely heaving his body fourth, blood still running from his nose. If that wasn't enough, his body had been pumped out of air from all the punches Citali delivered. He couldn''t go on like this, instead his knees fell weak. Hercules plummeted to the ground, a shock wave released from his body with the disappearance of his crimson aura.

Hercules had been defeated through Citali's efforts, at least his wrath had crumbled for now. It wouldn't be as easy next time, his curse only grew -- feasting upon his emotions. If the Orphans were to survive, they'd have to buy a new cage. They had an animal among them, reliving the day of his sister's death everyday that passed. The Curse of Hercules.
(Hercules)
[17:22:33] Eyes are spread wide as Hercules watched Rine fight, the boy was strong though that didn't surprise him too much. Instead his actions replacing a triumph did, was the youth just putting that tail in his mouth? He had never thought about it like that...eat the dog. No, no, it belonged to Citali and Hercules had to protect it. Fingers strapped onto a knife on the table, snatching it into his possession before it was tossed towards Rine rather swiftly. It wasn't meant to hit him, but instead hovered by the youth.

The Knife descended as it did, and a spark was noticed carried across the metal. It was triggered like a mobile control, to teleport Hercules serving the purpose of a lightning rod for his travels. From this position, he had the free time to unsheathe his sword as he indeed stood behind Rine. His presence was surely noticed by the magi, but something else was carried along.

"YOU DARE...DISTURB MY MEAL?! ROOOOOOAR!" The Voice boomed, echoing repeatedly in the tree house, alerting those nearby that it was going to get messy. Tendrils of a red shade flashed up, flickering in their pursuit to swallow Hercules with anger. His face was flushed red, tomato sauce still noticeable on his cheek as he prepared for battle.

None disturbs Hercules while eating...
(Hercules)
[17:41:20] The Wrath had just begun, and Rine was apart of Hercules' target. He had already unleashed it upon Citali, and it was sort of his way to welcome Orphans. They were beat bloody, to a pulp until even breathing was troubling. Lips separated for a set of white, sharp teeth to be revealed under a vicious grin that was demonstrated before the Merman.

'Boom' swift unlike any other, the little boy Hercules shot of at the burst of lightning. His body appeared before Rine, jamming a fist of lightning up his abdomen but it seemed as if Rine had prepared something similar to him. It was an exchange, and Hercules was in the lead from that very moment. His blow managed to track a vital point in Rine, executing the attack effecively. That may have been hard for the other boy, but Hercules saw it as just the beginning.

His foot was released from the wooden floorboards, they cracked underneath Hercules' step as he darted towards Rine to deliver a flurry of jabs by his Rapier. Each scratched his limbs, and even his main body to draw that same liquid oozing out again. The Substance he knew nothing about, but related to blood.

It was just the beginning of their fight, and Hercules merely advanced as Rine staggered back from his full force power.

"HUUUUUUUUUUUH!!?" He inquired on his approach.
(Hercules)
[17:49:52] Well, that didn't go well, not only was Hercules able to imitate Rine's magic, or rather, use the same type, but he was able to inflict more damage while the Orca's didn't seem to do much at all! It all seemed to turn into a blur from that point on, though the older boy definitly remembers being thrown into boxes at one point. He looks around, yep, he was definitly thrown into them.

He glares at the approaches Hercules. "Is that all you've got, I've fought starfish tougher than you, you assface!" He screeches angrily, fists clenched and teeth bared as he gets back up onto his feet, scythe held towards the boy. Nevermind why the scythe was shaking, he wasn't scared! He's the predator! HE'S THE PREDATOR!
(Rine)
[17:59:15] Nothing too fancy was available as a finish move to the boy, instead he merely clutched onto Rine's face as he was carried along Hercules' path. The Youth charged like a juggernaut with the kid carried with him, before he finally reached the end of the wall. Lightning expanded, pulsating through Rine's body against his own stream. The Burning sensation lingered as his head was slammed into the wall, but was that it? No, spikes of earth shot out as some sort of shock wave to his attack. Rine still had a fighting spirit, afterwards which perhaps shifted Hercules' mood.

Respecting his foe perhaps, who decided to fight until the end but that wouldn't stop him from mutilating him. Metal rang as they clashed once more, sparks emitted from their valor as the two shifted across the room. Glass fell from shelves, and the whole place was a wreck after them -- Hercules used every item to his help. Crates, whatever that could be thrown mingled with his own lightning.

Finally, the battle looked as if it came to a conclusion when Hercules became the predator. In his current form he was similar to the Alpha of his pack, only acting to defend and destroy -- except that he didn't know his targets. Hercules' sword fell to his side, as a tightened fist was clenched in its place. His knuckle soon carved a path upon Rine's stomach, marking him in red-- shaped after Hercules' own fist. The Power was...weak. Instead it seemed as if Rine's abdomens were awfully strong. Hercules' fist hit a brick and Rine somehow survived without throwing up, yet he sailed a distance and finally crashed into the crates.

"Rooooooaaaaaaar?!!?" Hercules rampage had yet ended, and now the other children were the targets. Ops...
(Hercules)
[18:06:04] Once again, with another crash the boy's body collides with wood, the crates crunching beneath him... Or was that crunching his bones? Probably not, he could still move, despite the pain that it seemed to cause. He begins to crawl towards the doorway.

This guy was an absolute monster and Rine had learnt a long time ago that there were some fish that were just bigger than you. He'd grown up learning not to go near the bigger things once you figured out who was the predator between the two. He'd found out that the best method was to just run away and survive instead.

He didn't really care that much if the others got eaten, he wasn't that attached to them anyway and things just tended to die eventually anyway. He'd come back later to see if they surived. He continues to crawl away.
(Rine)
{NARRATION} Event: Defeat Hercules, he's on a rampage! Everyone may participate, even those previously defeated! His gaze is averted for Layla as she enters the wooden house. Well, perhaps they can work for a mutual cause of calming the animal.
[18:08:38] Iezabel would sigh to herself as Hercules continues to rampage around the tree-house, and they were having such a good dinner together to.. Standing upwards and off the chair, using her legs as the stool ever-so gently skids across the floor behind her, giving off the faint 'Screes' Following after the large cyclopse, Brick! She had to truly help them defend their home today, no matter how much she got hurt in the process!

Sliding a single hand towards the front of her rags, the young girls front-side of her dress, with her small and bubbly hands grasping the small golden hilt of the blade in it's crudely made and stitched black Yokai leather sheathe. Gently, Iezabel would slide the sword from it's sheathe, a bit of a shake to her arms with it.. Nervousness.. Uneasyness starting to take over.. Oh no.

With a gulp of fear, The young girl could be seen straightening her back-side, her left hand sliding behind her back and being pressed ever-so firmly on her waist-line. Forcing her back to stay at the sharp and ninety degree angle as it always had. Snapping her right hand outwards with the blade facing towards Hercules.

"S-Stop f-fighting, Or we'll have to knock you down, H-Herc."

The young red haired Gorgwain would say, mana rushing through her viens as her arm holding the sword seems to get a bit more flexed, sterner and less shaky.. Yet even with it, she seemed to keep a slight shake to her lower body.. Uneasy.. Unsure..

Oh the nervousness of fighting one of their 'Leaders'
(Iezabel Gorgwain)
[18:09:29] All he could here was the sound of the rampage...still battered from her battle, she needed to do something fast, she needed to feel his rage........if she could get a chance...she would claim him as she did Citali...it was the only way to settle him down....it was the only way.
(Aex Eein)
[18:12:03] Layla walked into the tree house she heard noises and commotion inside, this place was usually empty and abandoned so she wanted to investigate. Upon entering she seen a bunch of little kids it was quite shocking seeing so many, she noticed one kid was on a rampage and the others were preparing to stop him. She grabbed her ribcage and let out a sigh reaching for her staff deciding she would help them calm this young man.
(Layla A. Este)
[18:12:54] Standing up as Hercules seemed to switch targets against them now and seeming almost out of control Alenal put on his head and turned towards him. Well some others had began moving already to get in a stance to stop him and so would Alen. He would barely be abled to get a scratch on Hercules planted but he could try to help the others by getting them through this less harmed than they would be if he was not there. At least he should try to do his part on this.
(Alenal)
{NARRATION} AHA! The Mighty Hercules is defeated!!! Good job, now let's watch the dog...bleed...in his mouth. L-lewd

[18:31:40] They cannot -- impossible, he was Hercules the finest warrior in the orphanage. None could beat him no matter how many, but it seemed as if his theory had been proved wrong. His hypothesis was incorrect, and he would seen a bunch of children pummel him breathless -- even the cook Aly joined in. It was horrible, and he could but retaliate with a stream of attacks on his own, yet they were too many. Suffocating him by the tiny space he was allowed.

Hercules soon fell to his demise, tumbling back as he thrown towards a chest. His head bumped into the wood, and eyes squinted as his consciousness faded. Yet before that could happen, a dog snuck up on his top. Claws were dug onto his chest, scratching through it. The Action caused blood to flow freely, yet that was hardly the main intention of the Yokai wolf. Instead it chose to bleed in his mouth, providing a dark purple and crimson goo inside him.

His mind was corrupted by the wolf, and ill thoughts began to circle in the tiny head of Hercules yet he wouldn't be swayed. Eyes wavered, opening and closing through short time intervals, once opened they shone in a crimson red shade. Hercules hand stretched out for the crawd, clawing and scratching at the floorboards before they finally closed. He turned out to be unconscious, they'd definitely need a bigger cage...His Wrath never stopped -- or else he'd have to learn how to control it.
(Hercules)
20:24:19] When Hercules approached, Citali was slumped down, sat on his toosh- a chunk of wood in one hand and a dagger in the other. He was staring at it intently as he attempted to carve the material using the edge of his blade, skinning at it...

"Huh, what's up Hercules..." The child murmured, half-interested, "...I heard you got mad again after I left. Gotta stop that..."
(Citali)
[20:28:35] Vermilion hues started down at Citali where he was slumped down, and it seemed as if he already knew the story from earlier. The Youth blushed ever so slightly, scratching the side of his temple as he spoke, stuttering while doing so.

"It's...weird." His gaze settled upon the sky as he slowly croached close by Citali, his stare remained focused and he'd soon expand on what he earlier meant.

"It's as if I relive that day in the orphanage everyday...I just can't let it go." His head shook afterwards, the youth didn't feel to comfortable about the topic after all.

"Nevermind...anyway, I was thinking that we went and stole some items soon enough, equipment!"
(Hercules)
[20:37:07] Citali's blue eyes fixed on Hercules' expression for an extended moment, a thoughtful, empathetic look given to the child- understanding how the ghost of his past haunted him relentlessly. A bob of his head, perhaps a little late, as he mutters quietly, "...It's fine. Just keep tryin'." There isn't much he can say to comfort someone who has experienced that, nor does he reserve the right to be anything less than supportive- regardless of the danger involved.

He breathes and forces a smile, to look down at the attempted wolf carving after Hercules made the rather bold suggestion, "Y'think we're ready for that?" Citali questioned curiously, before looking back up to his friend, "What's your plan? We're gonna raid a blacksmith?"
(Citali)
[20:41:23] "They're strong...and we need to force their bodies into labor. They can become even stronger! We just need to show them the need for it. Citali, you have to guide them!!! Just like today!"

He waved back where they earlier fought, and where Citali alone dueled Hercules in his berserker mode alone. Such an effort had to be praised, and the effects were a raised morale as they fought him alone -- if Citali can do it, so can we.

"You and me friend!! Not even angels can beat us...we just have to keep looking forward." His pupils turned towards the stars, a grin surfaced ever so slightly, a mere flash was enough. It was perhaps the first time he showed any emotion, but something was there inside that dark, grim heart.

"Are you with me?!"
(Hercules)
[20:47:21] A pause follows the question- some hesitation in Citali- allowing for a moment of silence. But that quiet tension is soon broke by the curve of his lips, and a wide, toothy smile, where laughter escapes, loud and free- to the point where the tip of his noise crinkled. Quick nods are given in succession, "I'm with you, I'm with you..."

"You're right. We gotta make sure everyone gets as strong as they can be..." He lifts a fist up, hovering for Hercules to bump with his own. Winking, Citali nods boldly, "Let's go n' show the world what we're made of."
(Citali)
[20:51:37] If only their days continued in such a matter, a smile to greet and welcome another each day that passed -- but hardship was bound to follow. Peace was hardly an alternative in Eternia, and they had to act to keep it as long as possible. His laughter joined Citalis, as the two wasted away leaning against another.

Hecules' fist soon rose from his sides, as it was clenched tightly before a bump occurred, signaling the prosperity of friendship in the two. With that, he'd rise from his seat as he motioned for the open playground. They had a lot of training to do.

"So friend? What are you waiting for! Let's train, and train until we can beat that lady! Until the world spins around our hand!" Fingers locked around his leather strapped hilt, as the rapier was withdrawn yet thrown to his side. Injuries weren't needed in a battle, that'd only slow their progress down.
(Hercules)
[21:03:34] The smile twists into a grin, "I'm game for that." His own fingers move to curl around the hilt of his shortsword- holding firm- as he lifts to stand straight, a step taking towards Hercules, "We'll kick that crazy lady's ass when she next shows her face... yeah!" More vigor laces into his step, and with an enthusiastic hop forward, Citali breaks out into a slow jog- heading for the yellow-dotted field.

"All right, Hercules... let's see how good you are with a blade." Because he sure knew how strong the youth was when it came to fighting barefisted, as made evident by the purple bruise that his long grin lifted up, "We'll go slow- find a pace and stick with it... yeah? It's practice, after all."
(Citali)
[21:12:06] Oh, it seemed as if Citali wanted to fight with swords any who having already been beat by his fists. Ahh, not good that was definitely Hercules' weakness. His face turned down for the blade by his side, as it was drawn out of the scabbard. This was going to be mostly troublesome as he fought with a rather wild style, if one would say so. He was like an animal there, and always had been -- but this fight he didn't intend to lose control.

His feet were separated from another, a broad stance taken to fight Citali with. From his earlier experience, he was rather good in the ways of lightning. Being taught by seeing a cyclop perform helped him with molding earth as well. His only problem lied in actual damage as his focus had to be split between the two. That was going to be a bother.

Sparks were sent across his limbs, entangling to his sword as they moved across the metal in a serpentine like pattern. Earlier he had seen just how fast Citali was capable of moving, and that itself was hard to follow through with. He didn't feel too confident without his abilities, but it was time to prove his valor once and for all.

With the rustling sound of grass, the youth charged full speed ahead. Citali was painted before his eyes, as the sole target of his attacks. At least it was easier than handling Brick on top of hundred of others.
(Hercules)
[21:18:56] Unlike Hercules' own wild, berserker style, Citali's held a certain grace to it- despite the boy's inexperience, one could tell at a glance that he was surprisingly composed. He was light on his feet, spread out against the soft ground below with a single hand to control his dainty, narrow blade- the other was kept high, prepared to cast magic in conjuction with sound strikes towards his target.

A smile flaunts itself as Hercules charged at him, "...gonna be fun," the orphan murmurs under his breath, before a gale of wind ignites where he stands- embracing his body with a dance of unantural air- a sudden spike in magical power, "...gonna be real fun." The smile evolves into a half-smirk, a long exhale leaving his curled lips.

The boy would try his best to keep a calm mind and control the pace of the battle despite how absolutely ferocious Hercules had shown himself to be- the only way he would win against someone with that level of brawn? He'd have to prove himself the superior, to deflect and repel instead of going all in...
(Citali)
[21:27:28] Phew, his heart bolted quite fast, literally drumming inside of him as he motioned around the field. Citali was fast, his strikes swept in one after the other. Hercules backed, blocking for what life he had. Parrying the strikes at the edge of the battle, while Citali instead looked to be quite excited. He was always grinning, a never ending smile was painted on his face during the battle.

Hercules finally overcame the stress and anxiety that held him down, and began his counter attack. Magical power was something the two of them had. The Youth heaved his blade forth, meeting Citali's metal with a piece of his own poison. Though Citali was stronger in regards of technique, raw power was something the curse Hercules had in himself fueled.

Lightning was sent from his shoulders, stretching for Citali's limbs as they chained a paralyzing effect that numbed his senses. It rendered him immobile, from where Hercules took the opportunity to turn the situation around. His step was heavy, and crammed into the mud, twisting and turning before a powerful overhead attack thundered down. It cleaved the air, which howled in turn for the strike. Metal rang, and Citali staggered back yet their battle had just begun.
(Hercules)
[21:35:08] It was difficult to maintain any sort of edge over Hercules- even as Citali hammered forth with a flurry of quick, devasting strikes, the unnaturally powerful opponent seemed to muster might enough to deflect and return with force of his own. His dainty blade threatened to shatter in response to the onslaught that the demichild returned home with- and when Hercules had managed to paralyze Citali?

Ouch. He forced his slow limbs to the front, aiming to put his shortsword amidst the strike's path- just in time, too- because that attack could have provided victory then and there. It was enough to see a wincing Citali sprung up into the air, lifted to land a few meters away from Hercules- and not as gracefully as he'd like, either.

Panting, the orphan forced a smile, "...you'll make for a fine sparring partner, Hercules," a purple light mixed in with the wnds that twirled around Citali then, the mark of time's mana. The peculiar essence charged Citali's limbs in its power, providing further speed.

It was time to match magical tricks with magical tricks. While the boy could only conjure the manifestation of time out of instict alone, it would hopefully put him on par with Hercules' display thus far...
(Citali)
[21:43:40] Sparks ignited in the air after Citali burst forward at magical speeds- a symphony of blue and green following his step- causing their blades to clash with force enough to create shockwaves in the air. "Screw going slow," Citali whispered following a raw slice downwards, timed into a parry and a clean stab forward, "Can't lose to you twice...!" Flauting a grin as they exchanged blows, the youth felt exhaustion's pull on his body.

He retreated back some seconds later, his blade kept high- prepared for any sudden movements from Hercules- as he watched his friend with blue predator eyes, "Wanna end this... ?" His frail form was shaking, unable to maintain the flow of mana as an experienced magi, "Give it your all, Hercules. It's been a fun ride..."
(Citali)
[21:51:21] Orange flames ignited from the scrape of their swords mingled as the two fought, Citali was definitely a good sport. Hercules lips twisted in for a pained expression, as an onslaught massacred his defense time upon time. He could barely hold his arms up for any second longer, the extent of Citali's speed went past his wildest imagination. It was almost as if a mirage was pictured before him, circling and confusing the youth from where he went -- but Hercules had magic too.

Spikes of earth were unleashed from the ground at the tap of his foot, yet Citali managed to merely jump from each tip to another. Avoiding any lethal damage as the distance between them was set apart. He combined different angles of his attacks, a stab Hercules would have never seen coming miles away. It ripped through his shirt, passing Hercules waist, but he used that to his advantage. His elbow was pushed towards his body, Citali's blade locked between Hercules armpit as he delivered a headbutt in retaliation.

Blood wet his clothes, and ran down his side but that hardly mattered to him, instead a smiling face crossed Citali's gaze as he retreated.

"End this? I was thinking of the same thing!" Hercules responded directly, a foot dug into the soil before him, a steady stance taken in account for Citali's speed. He only has one sword...h-he can't be that fast! The Troubled youth thought for himself, but gazing at Citali it reminded him off the wildest of stars, faster than the light of the day. Amazing. Together, they covered both speed and strength.
(Hercules)
[22:03:18] Sweat was released at the wave of their bodies, as the two figures danced across the field spread in yellow flowers. Both smiled, yet deep inside was a desire to win over the other. Citali was clearly superior in terms of technique, speed mostly everything!! The Only branch where Hercules was more specialized into was magic, and that allowed him to cover a wide variety of abilities. He was not a prodigy in melee combat at all, yet it was more his body that was built for the matter.

Heavy strikes were packed after another, but the delay that followed each were ten times the wait of Citalis' swings. In one perspective Hercules was lucky to still fight so evenly with his best friend, a rival. Their battles always ended up so close, that it was almost sad that there was one. Yet Hercules couldn't lie, his body was drenched in liquid, sweat covering every piece of it. They had to end it.

Both thought the same, each exhausted to the point of where their lungs burned as if they had inhaled smoke. Lips were cracked and covered in the dust of their trails, and with one last roar they charged. Each picking up speed as they accelerated towards another, it soon came to a stop and both swung past another. The Last attack was delivered quite fast, Hercules using his lightning to enhance his reflexes while Citali moved along with the current of the wind.

No result stood in stone, for this was not a victory nor a loss for the other -- it was training. He smiled ever so slightly, and with the grind of metal both of their blades were cleaved in two. The Ends had been chipped, and soon plummeted to the ground - thrusting into the soil. Hercules looked back towards Citali, dropping the poor hilt to the floor as his lips separated.

"See? That's w-why I told you we need more equipment!" He mentioned, stuttering from the fatigue simultaneously. Hands were laid upon the side of his hips, and as a pause swung by he started laughing out of thin air.
(Hercules)
[23:11:34] Something twitched by Hercules' forehead as she spoke, it was perhaps her manner of speech, yes surely. It annoyed him quite much, and she also talked way too much, it confused Hercules. It was a tactic conveyed by the enemy, or so Hercules thought. Mana was quite swiftly conjured, and then transferred through his veins as it pulsated in his body. It later escaped his body as lightning, sparks that danced as they rose.

"'Enuf talking on yer part, your dialect is pissin' me off!" He spoke in response Zainiyah, actually her mere existence drove his engines.

Fingers were firmly placed upon his hilt, strapped around the edge of it before the weapon motioned to meet with Zaniyah's gaze. It would clearly tell her of what awaited. He hadn't quite lost it yet, but if another word escaped her lips he'd surely do.
(Hercules)
[23:15:50] His keen gaze was quick in catching sight of Hercules' eager fingers touch the hilt of his blade, and as if it were natural, Citali did the same- moving to stand from the tree slump. "...Geez," he licks at the canine that was revealed with his grin, "What's happenin'?"

A tilt back of his head is given as his eyes trail up and down Zaniyah- wondering what the peculiar looking girl was exactly.
(Citali)
[23:17:32] As dear Redi pulled forth his 'Enough talk. We fight.' tactic that he had perfected so long ago, Zaniyah could only quickly pull out Not-Turne with a bit of WTF shmeared across her features. "This iz how everyone where I'm from talkz, eh? And if ya tell someone ta stop talkin', ya need ta be less of a canker-blossom and add in futher instructionz before ya just end up standin' there wonderin' what'z goin' ta be happenin' next and all."

She had no idea how he managed to put up with Ulfdyr at all, he spoke a lot worse then her. Zaniyah also didn't even know how she knew that even, no wait... They did meet a long time ago. That's correct but completely irrelvant.

Hakuna Matata, the past is in the past.

"So what be yer plan then, matey?" The blade was raised slightly as though she were prepared to counter any strike that came her way. "Ya plannin' ta scale another one of me kind this day?"
(Zaniyah)
[23:26:04] "I warned ya not ta open tha' mouth again." And so he continued with said strategy to have a fight, instead of a regular - boring dialogue with someone that was half coherent. That wasn't quite amusing in any way, though he also spoke with a refraction between words so they were on even terms. He rather swiftly stepped back from the lady with the rather larger sword; a glare presented before her as his intentions were quite tangible.

Looking over towards Citali he'd show the palm of his hand, as if he were to say that he had this. It would be his moment of joy in fighting the mermaid at the very least. The Lightning that earlier embraced his exterior moved towards his sword, as it spun around knitting its web around the metal. It was to enhance his strength, for rumors said that Mermaids came from the water, meaning lightning were their weakness.

He snickered just lightly, a sphere of earth conjured and materialized by his free hand, but that was hardly the power he could summon. Not everything at the very least, he had his anger as well. Blood boiled within him, his face was flushed in red as drapes of a crimson shade swallowed him. It was quite clear that a transformation set him apart from his regular self. Instead tendrils of red sprung up in the air, as the wild animal returned to the battlefield. With a roar it charged for Zaniyah, foaming in the process of his lunge.
(Hercules)
[23:30:20] "I ainawt like other Sirenia." The sword is held aloft as the visual of her fades from view. The ground below them begins to rumble slightly. "Dinnae think me as weak as some mockery I ain't even heard of ya milk-livered minnow."

"Land, lightnin'. I ain't got fear fer that."

An invisible swish of water appeared next to her. No doubt left unseen because Yinadele had not fixed the spell so poor faux was forbidden to use the spell she spent RPP on in battle. Annoying, but she'll get used to it eventually. A twist of the blade in the air, angling it to the blunt side so she would not hurt him to badly. He was roaring. He was dumb.

Just some dumb kid who started a fight. Like any other dumb kid. Reminded her of that time she charged up at Clyde and bit down on his arm just because he had the type of face that annoyed her. Can't say she can really blame this kid for his behavior... She'd just have to treat him with the same respect that guy did back then.
(Zaniyah)
[23:38:01] "Relax, I ainawt gonna kill or hurt ya."

A final say as she charged in, teeth gritting tightly through the static waves that coursed through her elementally weakened body. Her voice let out a deep growl as illusion twisted its way around Hercules' body. "s-Shit..." He was stronger then she gave him credit for. But quickly enough a swift kick from her knee into his gut sent him flying back harmlessly into the flowerbed.

Zaniyah let out a deep exhale. Was this a sign of maturity? Understanding what an adult was doing to her so long ago..? Felt shitty. Felt stupid. Felt like growing up. She basically hated that. The poor teen spent to many years holed up in the civilized world taking orders and trying to earn stupid shit like honor and respect. This was not a place for that.

Tis a wild world she stumbled into. She loved it though, all the same.

Her tongue ran against the blunt flat of her stone blade. It tasted like a salt lick, absorbing much off the Tilandre air. "I ainawt wanna fight ya either. If ya insist we go another round... But ya make me enjoy this to much, ya'll end up with repercussions." A melody started to hang throughout the air. Very sweet and innocent in nature. It spun about and twisted together, amplified by illusion and sound magic. Now what sort of things could she think of to do to him if he were being a little to naughty..?
(Zaniyah)
[23:45:42] Barely half of what she said stayed in his brain, the rest merely ventured out the other ear as if she merely shouted blasphemy. Hercules shook his head repeteadly, but Kraus knew she was strong. Her attacks were piled after another, faster than even Citali! He couldn't believe his eyes, and it was even harder to keep up. His body had to press away in order to escape the reach of her claws, it was quite depressing to see.

"We won't beat that other lady like this..." He muttered, not quite content with the result either. Instead his hands tightened around the grip of his sword as he paced himself to match her speed. It didn't go quite well, and he ended up on the edge of the battle. Horrible performance by the mighty Hercules. Slapping his cheeks, he shook his head as he regained composure.

"Charge and execute, just do what you can..." He spoke, her illusions were surely annoying. Sometimes it felt as if though black goo had been glued to his eyes. Remaining calm was the hardest as he literally became more angry. Without a further thought, Hercules charged again this time more of a wild animal than last time. He was merely going to cause a wound, instead of focusing on the win -- or he'd snatch both.
(Hercules)
[23:52:32] The next battle as well, it went as it would be expected. With her winning, duh.

Rather then doing any sort of severe damage to the boy, Not-Turne was hitched on her back as she stooped down low and flicked the boy in the nose. "Tell me, eh? I ainawt here ta hurt any of ya, and I guess ya can claim I'm an orphan. Just about one anyways, even if I get a little love on the side."

"Just tell me everythin' ya can about that other Sirenia."
(Zaniyah)

[23:58:30] Their battle was initiated by a stream of attacks that pounded his flesh, each drummed against his exterior. They were chained in combinations that locked his body in a hold, a grasp of the deadly mermaid. Her voice had caught his attention, and from there he was already a puppet that moved accordingly to her thoughts and whispers. Hercules sighed, a fist curled up clenching in the process as his pupils darted for Zaniyah.

He'd just have to fight dirty. Once she charged, he responded by maneuvering to the right. His knee rose up yet it was an illusive attack, a mere mirage of his purpose. Instead of a fist, he attempted to headbutt her, and yet it didn't seem to successful. Hercules fell to the might of the mermaid who saw through his petty tricks, the blunt of a blade slammed him sprawling on his fours across the wide grass. He panted heavily, and was soon to be suffocated from any space.

"I don't know anything!" He stuttered in response to her question, because he had no particular idea of what she was saying.
(Hercules)

[20:23:02] Well, the tournament ended successfully with the defeat of Alenal. Hercules stepped in, a heavy boot trudging forward as his arm heaved forth. The Exhausted kid managed to launch a quite heavy punch that sent the youth lifting. He sailed a short distance, flying before he sunk to grind against the ground. Dirt was caught in his armor, but that was hardly the end of Hercules' fighting.

Instead anger kept fueling his desires and as Alenal had already fallen, there were more enemies that awaited. Biceps bulged outwards as blood vessels stretched across his arms, following a path towards Hercules' face. His face was flushed in red, eyebrows arched down as a glare faced the others. Once and for all, he had told them repeatedly to get cages.

The Rapier was gripped as a few of his fighting senses remained, perhaps this could be considered as weekly training -- getting Hercules to sit down. The Youth fell on his fours, spikes of earth surfacing from each step he made as he charged towards the ground. Dribble was released from his mouth as he roared, a high pitched voice that lead the crows to scatter.

Hercules was on a rampage, and he had to be stopped once and for all.
(Hercules)

[21:18:30] Groaning almost, Hercules was left on his back upon the soft grass outside the treehouse. He ached all over, as the kids had to fend him off in another rampage...again. It seemed repetitive almost, and Hercules could but rise up to hear Alenal's stupid complaining. 'Look at what you've done' blablabla, frankly it pissed him off but all of Hercules' built up steam had already been released.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I'll help him." Hercules responded as his gaze ventured for the youth whose legs he broke. They were like matchsticks after all, that one needed some training. Alenal was healing him at the moment, but his potency surely wasn't up to the task.

Hercules slumped over and would in any case help him, by blending in lightning to neutralize the nerves in any case. It would serve to dampen the pain, though he'd feel a shock as Hercules executed the move. The Youth then lifted Alair up on his shoulder, as he casually aimed to reach the treehouse. Though he was strong, all of his strength had been exhausted earlier and so, he walked quite slows. Injuries had rendered him quite ineffective, and so his aching body wobbled over to the treehouse.
(Hercules)