New Friend

Atla went to the center of Ezmara to breathe a little, it had been so long since Jatziri's death, he now had Ajax and maybe Raoni as friends, but it would be nice to meet new faces to ease the tension.

In Ezmara Square he sees what appeared to be two Drakanites, he approached them to talk.

"Hello, my name is Atla-Cuauhtli, what are your names?"
(Atla-Cuauhtli)

A known face had sit next of them, Yareth had never talk to him and never knew his name, but he looks strong, his eyes just turned to face Atla when he starte to talk with them.

"Hello, Atla-Cuauhtli, I'm Yareth Ehécatl, Ezmaran swordsman" He waves his right hand to the bowman. "You're Ezmaran too, right? I saw you walking around some days..." His tone is calm and low, like usually, the Drakan offers a softly and casual smile to Atla.
(Yareth Ehécatl)

The boy who was currently sitting next to his new friend Yareth, who was also a drakan. Smiling from corner to corner, he held his fist in greeting and greeted the person who had appeared before the two new friends.
  "Nice to meet you! I'm Neor Sael!"
The boy was a very lively drakan.
  The day was running better than usual. First he learned to control his new power and now he made new friends. But Neor was not completely happy because he knew his parents had died.
(Neor Sael)

He looked at their faces to record them in his mind, and then sat on the bench as well.

"Haha, Neor and Yareth, okay, nice to know there are new warriors here to make Ezmara thrive."

Atla adjusted his cloak on the seat, trying to keep himself more comfortable.

"If I may, would you like to ask them what your techniques are? What spells do you use?"
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
The man stood up imediately, and started to streche his limbs, he was looking really calm, but if he heard about Hatsune, Zahhual and the others, he would be really worried, he wasn't paying attention to Maiya words, unfortunatelly. His softly smile still on his face, Atla was thinking that he was new in Ezmara.

"Well, I can show it to you in a spar, what you think, Atla? Lets head to the arena?" The blue ocean eyes of Yareth turned to the other Drakan, that had arived soon. "You should come too, Neor, it can be a good experience to you"
(Yareth Ehécatl)
Neor, quite excited, replied, "Well ... I recently learned to master all the techniques of my race, including the half shift, and with the transformation I became able to control the wind element where I only know how to use wind blast I'm still pretty weak, I have a lot to learn yet hahaha! "

Then, after hearing Yareth, Neor was overjoyed and jumped.
"Of course I will! I want to learn new things and get stronger!"
(Neor Sael)
His expression was astonished, something unusual, they had called for the spar so quickly. Atla put his hand on his head for a second and a smile.

"Haha, it's always good to see people with energy, well, I do not care, it will be good, I really need to adapt better to my power."

He got up and straightened his clothes.

"Let's go."
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
The arena of Ezmara, one of the most visited places by Yareth, he just knew what he should do now, he assumed the left corner of the ring, and unsheathed his sword, holding it with both hands, up of his head, with the blade pointing in the direction of Atla. It is his style of using Garuda, someone who know something about this style would be able to notice it.

The drakan closed his eyes and removed his red coat, then the earth started to shake and his wings started to grown in his back, in his hands some scales appears in the place of his skin, the same in his feets. He open his eyes and turn to Neor. His face still with his softly smile, he seems calm.

"Here is a hard trick, you will have to learn to much about meditation to not let this kind of magic domain you and make you lose your mind" Then another time he closed his eyes, took a long breathe, and the occultic mana started to flow on his mana circuit, some gray winds started to surround the man, it lookslike blades, and can cut as blades too.

The man is no longer with his friendly expression, the smile changed, it is really weird now, he seems like a mad man.

"Well, Atla, lets see how much fun can we have here, okay?"

His tone of voice changed too, it is more ironic and provocative.
(Yareth Ehécatl)
They had just reached such an arena. What an amazing place. It was the first time Neor had been there. The boy was excited and prepared to watch the match. He stumbled into a corner and his eyes were attentive to the two new friends they were going to fight.
  The young man with such emotion could not contain himself and activated his half-shift.
"WOW! What an amazing place!"

If the boy wanted to stay strong then he would have to watch that match and get as much knowledge as possible.
(Neor Sael)
The Arena of Ezmara, it had been some time since he had gone there, the last times was when Jatziri was still alive. This brought some memories to Atla, but they did not hurt him, he had become more mature in every way.

Upon arriving there he went to the opposite side of the Drakanite, going to the right side of the arena, he realized that Yareth was someone rushed into anxious, something that Atla also was before realizing what is magical power and accepting himself.

After seeing the Drakanite prepare himself he began to prepare himself too, Atla pulled the bow on his back and removed his cloak, now it was possible to see his arms, and on his right shoulder it was possible to see clearly a rune covering the whole shoulder.

He closed his eyes for a moment, glows of mana began to rise in the air around them, energy began to flow toward Atla's shoulder, the back of the shoulder the gathered energy began to condense and compress, storing everything the stored energy began to take the form of a raw energy wing coming out of the back of his shoulder where he is the main muscle of an archer.

Atla reopened his eyes, part of the wing began to shatter, forming an aura of fortified energy around the archer.

"I know you're strong, so I will not take it lightly either."
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
The battle started and Yareth's vision started to be blind by the light of Atla, the uses a curious style of fight. Yareth just could use his noose and his ear, to smell and listen his steps, to discover where was him. And he did it, as he came closer, his sight returned and he attacked Atla, stoping before his sword slash the flesh of the bowman, using it as distraction. His left hand isn't in the sword anymore, probably Atla would not notice it until the moment that his hand had hit a jab in his face.

The Yareth stepped back, using his winds to mess with the moves of Atla, but at the same time, a shot..? Something like a blast had hit him in the chest, throwing him back. He didn't fall down, but it had hurt. He just used his wind to allow him to move even faster, and came closer of Atla.

This time he used his sword, it was a bait, but this time he forced Atla to dodge, and then had kicked his stomach with his right leg, and his right leg as suport, with the help of his wings, to jump even higher and hit Atla with a perfect axe kick.

The Drakanite stepped back one more time, without noticing the consequence of his combo in Atla, is his enemy able to continue this fight?
(Yareth Ehécatl)
Yareth was certainly stronger than he'd expected, it was funny because Atla is a researcher and runescriber, his experience with fights had not been as much as he'd like it to be despite having a baggage in the back.

"Can I help you now?" Renata said telepathically to Atla.

'No, it's not necessary, and also my circuits are still in Overload because of the Keeper of Knowledge it's dangerous that you try to use my unstable energy to appear in the physical world, I'm just trying to warm myself up and learn to use this thing effectively...' Atla replied.

He was already a little breathless, but the energy wing held on his right shoulder, from now on he would begin to cross into the ethereal world, reappearing in the physical world a few feet away to try to confuse the opponent.

Mystic's powers still needed to be mastered by Atla, he could not take the ethereal steps so easily in a fight yet, but that would only be a training.

He stood up and aimed his bow at Yaseth again, ready to continue.
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
The fight was over. Neor was surprised and amazed by the combat and power that Yareth and Atla had. The boy could learn a lot about how to get stronger and how to fight. The fight was incredible and the winner was Yareth.

After seeing the fight, Neor began to wonder, "Will one day, I will be able to stay strong as they both?"
  After questioning himself, the young man addressed his friends and congratulated them for the excellent combat they provided and which both taught him a lot and were quite powerful.
"Thank you..."

The boy imagined himself in the future, very powerful, with a great sword and good armor with a lot of power. I mean ... for now he dreamed high. But of course Neor should continue training if he wanted to get much stronger.
He said goodbye to his friends and went home because of the fatigue he was in.
(Neor Sael)
The battle had finally intensified, but the sitaution still dominated by Yareth, he is clearly faster, and using his wind to help his move and stop the moves of Atla was really helping a lot. This time Atla had not hit the most part of his arrows, the garuda style was helping a lot, because he always tries to predict where will be the next attack, and to turn him more sensitive.

The strategy this round is more simple, attack directly and end it, he would not hold back, it is a real train, Atla probably would find some improve after it, that is why Yareth has fought with all in, without hold back any power.

This time he was ready for the energy blast... he could not see if it was a concentrated arrow or a real blast. But it would hurt like a real one, so he just had put his sword to block it this time, taking not so much damage, the smile of malice remains on his face, as the energy ends, he just rush in the direction of Atla, with all of his power, using his wind and drakan heritage to make him faster and stronger.

Yareth was holding the sword with the right hand on the grip and the left hand on the filler, as he was doing to defend the blast, and then he had hit Atla with the other side of the filler, right in the torso, probably the man would be throw away to the wall. Yareth used good part of his mana in this attack. After it, he just sheathed back his sword, and his gray wind had begone, he closed his occultic mana.

Without the influence of the occultic in his mana circuit, he seems not like a mad man now, he is really looking calm. Yareth come closer of Atla, to see how he is and if he needs of help.

"Is everything okay here, pal?"

His voice returned to the usual low tone that passes tranquility.
(Yareth Ehécatl)
In mind and spirit the archer had already reached a high plateau, his fluidity in mana manipulation and his concentration made it seem as though it were easy to condense, store, amplify, and manipulate that energy that had a turquoise blue differentiated by the nature of the mystical energy.

Perhaps what the Atla lacked was pure physical training, his body was fragile and he did not have so many muscles since he spent most of his life studying, that's what he needed, physical training.

After being hurled against the looks he got dizzy for a few seconds, the power wing on his right shoulder undid.

"Hey, Atla! Are you okay?" Despite being a spirit and not being with Atla for so long Renata had worried about Atla since he was his 'host'.

He stood still a little staggering, still with one hand on his head he returned to the middle of the arena and gave some small slaps on his clothes to remove the dust.

'Thank you for your concern Renata, but I'm fine.'

He put the bow on his back again and looked at Yareth.

"Thanks for the fight, now I know something I need to improve."

That was Atla's way, researching, testing, searching for something new, adapting to becoming a better one then.
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
The fight is over, and no one is wounded, at least not seriously, just some minor bruises, hopefully. His blue ocean eyes turned to the archer. Then Atla seemed to be talking with him.

"Well, I would like to thank you too, you really have potential to grow stronger and challenge the might ones of Ezmara, like Dmex"

He just nods to the man and offers him another casual smile, whilst he takes back his red coat. Yareth had never saw someone using mana and bow in a combination, he was thinking that was something really not functional, but the truth is, he was wrong.

The man has proof that he could stand fighting with a bow and using it with mana combination, it was really powerful, the man was just in need to practice a little bit more and then it would be really effective against anyone.

"Well, I really liked your style of battle, you did a great fight"
(Yareth Ehécatl)
Atla put the cloak back on, resting it to hide the rune on her shoulder again.

"Thank you, you are also very strong, Drakanites really can not be underestimated."

There was only one thing that Atla was uncomfortable with regard to Yareth, who was the Occult, he had not had any good past experiences on Nochte's account, but he had already accepted it, his spirit was at peace, and that made him more mature, which it was possible to see through his gaze.

"I'm going to go now, I live on the beach southwest of Ezmara, I'm a Runescriber, so if you need any service you can look for me." He said as he reached out to shake hands with Yareth.
(Atla-Cuauhtli)
Yareth Ehécatl says, "Well, it had been really nice, thanks Atla, I will visit you sometimes."
Yareth Ehécatl says, "May Quetzalcóatl protect and guide your path."
Yareth Ehécatl says, "We always need of runesmiths..."
Yareth Ehécatl says, "See you, my friend."
Atla-Cuauhtli exclaims, "Farewell, spirits protect!"