Lyulf v Rayle 2

[18:57] "So it's a secret then?.. As much as I want to know.. Keep it to yourself." He'd state trying to sound hard as his eyes glared deeply at Alre as if almost begging at the same time.

It was when he heard a familiar voice from behind he'd turn to see Lyulf, the very same boy who had beat him up before. "Agh! It's you again!" He'd interject into Lyulf and Hati's conversation as he pointed a finger directly at the tomato headed youth.
(Rayl Aksel)
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[18:57] Lyulf wasn't sure to be impressed or concerned with Hati. They surely did have a lot of rocks but it wasn't normal. WHO carried around that much stone?! "You're a strange one chickadee." He looked a little perplexed by the girls hobby.

Though, his focus was torn from it as he heard a rather obnoxious voice shout at him. His cerulean gaze shifted from Hati and landed on Rayl. His lips pulled into a smirk. "Hey, you're nose is looking good. Honestly, I think it was an improvement." He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he leaned forwards.

"So? Why'd you interrupt? Want to thank me?"
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Rayl's nose had healed! But not without a small scar left behind in the shape of a tiny indent.. In reality, he looked tougher this way.

Standing as tall as he could he'd glare toward's Lyulf the snob as he made his way over to the other boy keeping his wits about him expecting a sudden strike from the other boy.

A smile would curl on his lips as he continued to glare. "Ohoh?.. Look's like I finally got the chance to return the favor.." He'd state with a cracking of his knuckles.

(Rayl Aksel)
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[18:57] Hati Kveld says, "She be out soon'.. Revna gettin' her ink."
[18:57] The red-headed youth's focus shifted towards Hati. He was about to introduce himself as was proper! Yet, before he could say a thing Rayl forced himself across from the boy. Lyulf's lips curled into a wide grin as the other teen's challenge was tossed his way.

"You? Beat me?! Don't make me laugh!" The youth's first fight had been a desperate thing. Emotional and pushed by their frantic battling. Each had taken the chance to flex their fledging muscles as Magi. In that one Lyulf's aggressive nature had turned things into his favor.

The question it would history repeat? The youth stepped forwards immediately and as he did so a flash of plasma cast down from the sky and struck his frame. Illuminating the dark in purple as the energy of the sky coursed through his body.

Though, it deemed quickly as they flicked a coin towards Rayl. Perhaps they'd recall the youth's habit of using metal to polarize their foe. In other words? They were about to get quiet the shock!
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Chaska Alder says, "Ah! What a ceremony that is. Revna's father did mine back in the day"
[18:57] Hati Kveld says, "Did he?.. I don't know much bout the first wave.."
[18:57] Chaska Alder says, "There are only two of us left. It's not a surprise."
[18:57] Hati Kveld asks, "Yerself and Ragnhild?"
[18:57] Hati Kveld asks, "What where the other's like?"
[18:57] {Won Aggressive RPB against Rayl Aksel}
[18:57] ** Lyulf Yayle has inflicted an injury upon Rayl Aksel. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "") **
18:57] It was a fight once more and one that Lyulf had been preparing for. The teen knew that he'd have to face Rayle again and honestly? Seemed to have taken that knowledge to heart. Time within the mines had strengthened the body and lessons from his teacher had did the same for his spirit. Now all he had to do was put it into motion!

As the fight took of his bursts of plasma was at first avoided. Rayl's caution seeming to bear some fruit. However, Lyulf was more than just a plasmic caster. No, he was a whole industrial zone in action. As they rushed out of the way of a bolt of raw plasma Lyulf's hands dipped into coat pockets; before daring outwards! A handful of large coins shot through the air and struck the boy across his frame.

It hurt but it wouldn't put him down! Still, the red-heads precision was on full display as they utilized their talent for throwing things! What was fullish was their push to close in on the boy. It should have been Rayl's battle. He was the greater hand-to-hand fighter.

Yet, Lyulf's frame was sturdy and the plasma seemed to lash outwards off his frame. When a resounding uppercut caught Lyulf' square in the chin the youth's temper flared. Lashing out he slung the nigh-melted moon-staff in a wide arc. Its metal tube-like handle melting as the force of his magic coursed through it.

What it changed into was a long chain. A chain which came down to crash onto Rayl's arm. The heavy metal cracking the bone underneath. Hairline fractures spider-webbed across his bone from the impact. The hit was enough to put the fight out of Rayl, pulling back from him Lyulf's smile widened.

"Weak! Where was all that big talk Rayl?!" He then stepped forwards again and waved his hand to the side dismissively. "You've got to learn that I'm just stronger than you. Better, you won't beat me." His temper began to chill as he brought his hands up to straighten his jacket. One shifting to bring the back of his sleeve over his busted nose.
(Lyulf Yayle)

[18:57] Skidding back on his toes from the smash of searing metal against his arm would leave the skin behind burnt and bruised awfully causing tears to well up in the unarmed fighters eyes for a second as he strained to push his body forward.

Despite the pain of a broken arm that would certainly put a boy his age to near passing out he'd take five steps exactly before collapsing to a knee grunting and gritting his teeth as hard as he could at the same time.

This was a fight for pride..

"Damn it!.." He had no problem fighting none magi and even thieving from them but.. This was the third time he had been defeated by a magi, his budding strength unable to penetrate their defenses.

Eventually his strength would leave him as his broken arm drooped low and he began to slowly falling before his forehead hit the dirt still conscious.
(Rayl Aksel)