[05:15:40] A leaf soon fell from the larger tree that carried a home; a tree house where hundreds of children lived. It was carried to the floor, where it'd serve the purpose of being reborn, just like this day and age. Haden might have planned to win, to overcome Hercules on his own yet their paths separated them from one and another. He had his objectives, and was focused on bringing Haden down -- it was his fate to do so.

Tendrils of a crimson shade rose from his figure as they embraced his figure like a wave, coursing over his body -- radiating with depravity. Haden should know the feeling, perhaps familiar to it. The Aura was a prelude to one of the most powerful forms of men, yet it had not been unlocked; the path to wrath had not been entirely opened.

The Stretch that remained for him to ascend would be covered in a different source of power, lightning and earth alike. His calibre was wide, and an arsenal allowed the youth series of options. He had a hand full of different cards, when his opponent only carried one or perhaps two of the same. Lightning crossed his limbs in pursue of his sword, the metal attracted the sparks as if it was a normal procedure in his life. He'd soon see his might put up against the visitor, he wouldn't fail.

"Let's see what you got." He spoke, and blood soaked eyes would soon rip away his senses as the form of an animal was born. Its sight remained instilled upon Haden, the male who remained as a sole target.
(Hercules)

[05:28:28] Similar to an animal, Hercules advanced on his enemy lunging away at the male -- yet it seemed as if his attack was expected. Holes had been dug underneath as his foot found itself swallowed by a pit. It rendered him immobile for a while, the element of surprise holding him similar to chains. Paralyzing sparks of lightning leaped towards him, entangling his body in a web that rendered him immobile. Hercules was baffled and could but watch as the man struck past him, a fist delivered to his abdomen with moderate power.

Vomit slipped his mouth along with blood, it leaked from the side of Hercules' lips that was currently formed to a grin. The Animal would not care for such petty hindrances, instead he retaliated with pure strength. The Sizzling sound of lightning saw itself overtake his hand, a sphere of lightning illuminating in the shadows of his body. With a dash of speed and agility belonging to a child of his size, Hercules saw his blow jammed into Haden's stomach.

The Man stumbled back, staggering before he finally fell to Hercules' charged attack. Strange, his eyes were caught by Haden's boots as he fell to face the sky. Aegis he recited with a puzzled expression. His cape fluttered along the wind as he observed the fallen teenager.

Haden seemed to hold the ability and the strength possible to strike down even that Hercules. It somehow felt as if he was holding back during the fight, yet the technique he had was definitely evident. Squinting he questioned whether Haden would possibly be allowed to take part in their crew or not. Loyalty remained the question that constantly bothered him, was he worth the trouble he'd carry with him?

"Alright, you can join but an armor will not be given until you prove your worth." With that his heel finally spun around as Hercules marched for the larger tree house.

(Hercules)

[04:14:40] The Male proved to be rather strong, or average at the very least for his age. Hercules was oriented to be as offensive as possible, his attacks rained down one after the other. Each inflicted damage beyond measures, carrying the power racked behind his magical capacity. Haden clearly mistook Hercules for his earlier self, he was different. Wind could be manipulated to his preferences, allowing Hercules to leap forth with a friendly ally to carry him forth.

"Hmph, is that all Haden?" He spoke, quite confident and energetic as always. Lightning sparked off his exterior as it like a thunder reached out for Haden, a few feet away-- defenseless. It could easily be parried, yet the tendrils would still seep through his metal, carrying a paralyzing effect that'd render him immobile.

Once Haden was immobilized, Hercules could easily take the opportunity to charge forth. His blade was drawn in the arch of a bow simultaneously with his lunge, and he'd soon see his sword rip through clothes as it threatened to injure. That was enough to cause fear for Hercules, and with the tap of his toes he'd retreat, jumping backwards to a safe distance.

"I got more in wait for ya, don't think this is all." Perhaps his strength was gained from his senses, this time around he acted more like a human rather than an animal.
(Hercules)

[04:53:04] Sparks rose towards the air as a deadly blade scraped against the metal belonging to the tip of Haden's spear. Both of them darted across the field of flowers exchanging swift blows between one and the other. Wind was summoned at his call, propelling towards the man who stood before him. It completely enhanced his fist, accelerating it which resulted in a more powerful attack. Said blow made impact upon Haden's chest, yet fighting Haden wasn't that easy.

The Youth grabbed Hercules wrist before he flied off due to knockback, and he'd soon see his body twist as it was heaved over Haden's shoulder. Herc made impact upon the grass, a cloud of dust released as he was slammed into the dirt. Yet when Haden expected it to end there, he'd soon see mist rise in the air and Hercules cushioned under the thick fog.

Where was he?! Was obviously the first question that bothered Haden. For Hercules currently circled the man without him knowing about it. The Demon was clearly different from yesterday, and he'd soon see vermilion hues light up. They illuminated similar to how the moon melted with the dark sky as its background.

Hercules jumped from that spot, launching himself at Haden with a blade to his aid. His weapon was lifted above his shoulders, crimson red particles of energy surrounding his fist while it clenched the hilt tightly-- it was clearly the power of wrath. The Red improved his strength, and blood vessels would soon be noticeable upon his face previous to the hit. As his sword thundered down from above, it'd catch Haden off-guard managing to hack a diagonal wound across his chest. Blood escaped his skin as the attack was executed, yet a cold wind managed to seize the movement. It was an ice cold touch of his sword, and the other side of Hercules -- his cold side that paid no attention to the outcome.

Instead the male calmed his senses, returning to how he originally was. Passion burned within his eyes, and he'd reclaim his spear from Haden who had used it effeciently.

"Good, you'll have your first opponent assigned soon. The Winner will be rewarded with an armor. The Battle will take place in our own arena, the flowerfield. Be ready."

With that the male signaled for Isse to take care of the wound, or at least fight the man to render a scar of his own. Slackers, all of them.
(Hercules)
[13:02:01] Steel would speak in the name of Hercules, all that mattered was strength in the eyes of Hercules -- champion of Orphania. His vermilion hued eyes watched Citali, and he knew that his friend was destined to return. Clouds flocked and flitered the sunlight away, as rain started tapping down quite swiftly. The Water was manipulated by Hercules, yet that wasn't the only power that remained. It was similar to a storm, lightning crossing the distance between the sky and Hercules in the blink of an eye.

"Who knows." He shouted in response to Citali's claim, a smile sustained while he kept his cool.

"Terms? Such never existed between our battles. Loser will be exiled, Winner remains-- Champion of Orphania. That's all." Hercules was perhaps not so prideful to accept any terms at all, instead he chose to relieve against a path of a lone wolf. To live by his own code, as he'd rather die then to live as a slave.

"Nonetheless, no more words are required." That was the last he'd utter as his lips were sealed after that. Thunder entangled his metal in a steady grip, sparks that were carried around the pole with the purpose of enhancing his spear. Preparations had been completed, and a roar was released as Hercules charged forth, lunging for Citali. This time he was clearly sane, not influenced by rage that earlier effected him.
(Hercules)

[13:31:02] Drops of rain could be heard drumming against the plates of armor the two children-- no, gladiators wore as they faced one and another. Fierce gazes were set upon the other, and the clash was just moments away from erupting. He was the first to lunge, yet an unstoppable force of gravity propelled him away. It held him within an impossible grip, stronger than any he had ever faced before.

"W-wha?" He mentioned silently in confusion before his body was grappled by the pressure of Citali's magic. His physique soon crumbled to the grass, and a mere baffled expression remained as Citali onslaught had just...begun. He continued to ravage Hercules, consecutive thrusts jabbing against his body. As the tip hacked for his flesh, he did his best to evade it, managing by the length of a hair.

Faster, Stronger and more accurate. The Lion had been reborn, and a new prey had been rendered and coined, Hercules. He'd soon see his glory, and honor robbed but Hercules wasn't the one to stop after falling once. His teeth barred together, gritting against another as the mist demon attempted to stand. The Grasp of his fists tightened as he stood, clenching until blood leaked. Finally he managed to stand, yet a mere corpse of his former self.

Panting and beaten to a pulp he saw his stamina only capable of one more strike. His feet accelerated as Hercules pulled forth, risking his last attack to tumble Citali. Unfortunately it was unsuccesful, and his lightning was finally toppled by the combined might of time and Citali's speed. Albeit he wasn't exiled, Hercules would see himself leave -- limping towards the northern woods from where he last crossed Citali's gaze.

" Seems that fate always keeps us apart..." He wished to say, yet his throat so soar and filled with blood could hardly pronounce what was required. Until the next fight, friend.
(Hercules)