Fear of Losing Someone?

Atla carefully watched the battle between the two, Leo narrowly lost, but he was injured so he failed to know their full potential, however now that the battle was over the Archer could take a stand.

He headed toward the middle of the arena and this time he would make those uneducated young people listen to him.

"Now do you see me?Do you hear me? I think you can hear me now, anyway, does anyone want to duel now?" "I need to do some exercise."
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
Katzan Xizoh says, "Those who only lose but fight well are the ones who die."
Nefertiti Ammon says, "I mean. Again... He just need more training. I think that... I'll do it after i'm done training Lightning."
Selas says, "No."
Nefertiti Ammon asks, "Well... I don't think people should expect being born all powerfull, right?"
Selas says, "yES."
Nefertiti Ammon says, "Hmpf."
Nefertiti Ammon says, "Again, you're crazy."
His head tilted to the direction of Atla, his blue eyes had locked in the bowman, he ignored all the rest of the conversation just to answer him. "Finally! I will fight you, Atla! I want to exercise too." Then he stand up and walk to the left corner of the arena.

(Yareth Ehécatl)
Katzan Xizoh says, "Nefertiti."
Katzan Xizoh says, "I am as powerful as I was five years ago."
Nefertiti Ammon says, "Then you had no progres...."
Nefertiti Ammon says, "Congratulations."
Selas says, "She have a point."
Nefertiti Ammon asks, "Selas?"
Selas says, "I learned a bunch of shit on the time."
Nefertiti seemed a little bit proud when she said that...
(Nefertiti Ammon)
Nefertiti Ammon says, "HE IS WAY STRONGER NOW."
Waste of time, let a child have fun with his body but do not pick up light 100%. We will let the child have his ego fed. Leo put his blade in his back and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Yeah, maybe it was such a humiliation that the boy has suffered since he arrived in Agartha. He never seem to fit enough for any battle he've faced, perhaps because he was not born a fighter, or something, and was learning to shape himself in this way only by Nefer.

Silently the boy withdrew from the arena, ignoring comments, he knew he did not really have any respect for himself there. So justify them, it would only be more excuses for a weak and this would only get worse.

Regardless of destiny, he just went on his way home and started the trip to the destination he planned.

"..."
(Leão)
Selas says, "I'm the only one"
Selas says, "Thinking this one is going to..."
Selas says, "Nah.."
Selas says, "Forget it."
Nefertiti Ammon says, "Okay... I'll be back in a minute..."
Nefertiti would get up and run after him.
(Nefertiti Ammon)
Gevurah decides there is nothing left for him at the arena in the present moment, so he leaves. He could take care of the things he wanted later, maybe speaking in private with each of the people he needed to, separatedly.

"This is it for me, I'm leaving." The teen then turned his back and started walking away.
(Gevurah)
The drakan draw his greatsword, and point it to Atla, assuming his fighting stance, his wings grew in his back, by the two big openings in his armor, seems that it was made for wind drakans. After it, he just started to emanate his occultic aura, and gray winds started to surround the man, his eyes seems even more deeper now.

The energy of Yareth could intimidate a common man, but probably Atla was already prepared to fight it, because they had a match before, a softly but weird smile is offered, as his blue deep ocean irises lock in the eyes of Atla. "It is time to discover how much you improved, my friend, I hope that you will be a real challenge this time, so, don't disapoint me. hehe"
(Yareth Ehécatl)
Yareth had accepted Atla's challenge even though it had not been done for him, but that was fine, he knew Yareth was strong but had not yet seen his strength with his own eyes, it would also show him the strength to which he intends to join.

Atla smiled at the Drakanite as he went to the other side of the arena.

"It's good that you came, we'll see the limits of each one, I need to know about your strength, you do not have to hold on."

The Archer also did not intend to hold on, he wanted to see the full strength of the Drakanite even though it could be dangerous. He checked his sword that was in the hem to his left and checked the arch on his back, his body sagged slightly forward, he then pulled the bow from his back.

The rune on his shoulder began to shine, Atla's affinity with the magical arts seemed to be growing larger, he thought he had reached his peak after mastering theMystic, but there seemed to be something greater behind, and that something was Renata , but that the Archer still did not know.

After the rune had collected and mixed the air mana with the Atla mana a condensed and powerful energy arose, the dense energy in the shape of an ethereal wing in the turquoise blue tone appeared behind his right shoulder.

Energy flowed through his body and into his bow and sword, the energy he worked so hard to control, the mystic mana.

"Come on."
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
{combat} Yareth Ehécatl has been defeated by Atla-Cuauhtli! They're unable to continue fighting.
 ** Atla-Cuauhtli has inflicted an injury upon Yareth Ehécatl. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
It was a fairly long struggle, the forces of the two individuals were paired, Atla kept her chains of mystical arrows as she kept the distance using ethereal steps transiting between the ethereal and physical world, and then shifted to the sword when Yareth could get close.

Both were tired and cut in the body, as Atla's spirit, Renata, began to grow more worried, for fear that Atla would be seriously injured.

At a certain moment of the fight Atla was caught by the winds of the Drakanite and then saw the defeat in his eyes, but next to the spirit of the Archer something was happening ...

"No... no... NO!" Renata's preoccupation caused her to release a small part of her ancestral power to protect the Archer, which caused Atla's mana to increase greatly, without control of it with an arrow to ward off the Atla Drakanite, eventually triggering an extremely powerful ethereal arrow , the arrow crossed Yareth's chest, but it was not an ordinary arrow, this arrow crossed his mind, soon reaching the magic circuit, without any damage to the physical body, thus causing the Drakanite to fall to the ground finishing the fight with victory of Atla-Cuauhtli.

'But what was that?' Atla thought, not knowing what had happened to himself.

He then approached Yareth and extended a hand to help him.

"Forgive me, I honestly do not know what happened, simply my power increased from nowhere."
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
Fighting Atla was always intense... but this time a diferent result, Yareth felt that he could do better, but it was not the matter now, the matter was, he just had been defeated because of his weakness, now he could just feel the stone of floor around of his head. He tries to understand what happened, that arrow would kill him in a true fight, but he was alive, and breathing, but he did notice one thing... his wings had begone.

The drakan just get up, without the help of Atla, and look to his chest, it is intact, the armor stills intact, then his eyes turned to the bowman, then he felt the damage, it was hurting on his mana circuits, he tried to summon the gray winds one more time, it had hurt a lot, the occultic was making it worse, but he didn't care.

His face now seems even more serious, he come closer of Atla, seeming really mad and stand his hand, in the direction of Atla's neck, but in truth, it reaches the right shoulder of him. His face now, that he is more closer is diferent, he seems happy, the gray winds had vanish. He finally offers a friendly huge smile.

"You did it, Atla, you became strong enough. But remember, I will come back to challenge you one more time. For now I will rest, had got some other injuries in my mana circuits before, it will be healed with time, until that, I will have just some problems using it, but relax, it is normal, a common consequence of a fair fight. Congratulations and I think you will be a real strong guy. You should be a volunteer, as I am."

His voice still calm and low, as usually, he just started to talk about his own idea of linking the people with the same purpose. He started to whisper now, trying to not tell to the others about it, they could be haunted, if the wrong person hear it

" I have had talk with Paladin, we're going to protect the ones who are in need, the weaks, and will purge the demons that had done something wrong. I would be glad if you join us. But you must just recruit the ones who you trust, okay? We're going to build a church of Kraus in Jianghu, and believe me, I'm not a Krausite, but it seems to be a good point to unite and start to think in how to act"
(Yareth Ehécatl)
Atla's eyes still exuded concern, it was not his intention to hurt Yareth's magic circuits so much, until he started talking about another subject.

"I see, I'll be grateful to have another fight with you, haha."

His face then became a little more serious and he began to whisper.

"So that's your plan? I understand, it's certainly a good cause, I'll be flattered to participate, Paladin has helped me before, certainly his causes are good, I'll talk to him later, too."

He then looked around and saw that there were still some people in the chairs looking.

"Come on, we should get out of the arena now." The Archer said as he helped Yareth to compose himself.
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
The smile had became even hugier, as he heard about the agreement, another one for the cause. "I'm sure that he will be glad when he hear about your participation, my friend."

He just nods as he see that the other people still around, and start to leave the arena. He feels that he is need to improve even more, to reach his form back and to be a worthy fighter to be in that secret group, probably just Paladin could stand against a archon alone. It was time to get back to his train, after three years just wandering.
(Yareth Ehécatl)