Glave V Dianthia (AW)

 ' These kids now-a-days never see to amaze me. What kind of era is this. ' Henir said to him through his mind

Rolling his eyes. Glave jumped off the wall of Nostvale and manifested energy beneathe his feet to reduce the impact that would surely destroy his legs as he hit the ground rolling.

Standing up right afterwards Glave replied to his ancestor with a thought. 'Yeah, tell me about it. One of these little edgelords made me eat dirt when I was younger. This generation now-a-days is just fucked up if I'm being honest with you'

Rolling his shoulders to relax them he walked up to the hugging couple which soon broke off.

"For a little girl, you are pretty concieted eh? Spoiled too if I do say so myself." he allowed himself to talk. Then realized that he shouldn't have spoken. But it was far to late. The knowledge about him not being mute would have to be released into public.

Stopping before the two, he crossed his arms.

"What exactly makes you sooooo amazing? Hm?" he said in a rather annoyed tone.

He was done with the spolied brat. Now he faced the Drakanite girl, finally ignoring the brat.

"Don't listen to her. The girl is naive and petty. You don't want someone like that in your live. How about you come with me, and I can get you all patched up and we can talk about what would be best for you later on. Sounds good?" he said to the injured girl
(Glave)
Spoiled? Conceited? And then joking about why she was amazing? The little girl gave a scoff, looking at the boy who had hair and skin similar to hers. Only instead of white, her hair was silver. Instead of Chocolate, her skin was a Caramel. Still, it was rare to see someone similar to her in color scheme. "Get out of my face." The child spoke with an annoyed voice. "I am Lady Dianthia Hirano-Avaline. Does that mean nothing to you, because it should. Now I'm going to take Sarah to go get some medicine.

She had to learn a lesson. She thought she was good enough to fight me, or to be trained by my big sis. I showed her. And I don't got anything to prove to you." And like that, the child aimed to take the pretty-assumably knocked-out girl to the guards, so that she could be taken to a proper medical ward.

Dianthia didn't have the patience right now to be mixing medicines, and whatnot.
(Dianthia H. Avaline)
"HEY!"

The small Kyros boy stuck a pointing hand out to the man, his face looking that of an angry individual as he did so. Water danced around his form and vials of blood dangled violently at his hip.

"Her NAME is LADY Dianthia to -you-! Punk!"

Water sprayed from his finger and soaked the man, aiming to humiliate him.

"And you should be bowing!"
(Luthar Kyros)
Baffled by what the girl said, he couldn't help himself to not smirk.

"Get out of your face? Oooh. . what are you going to do about it little girl?" he questioned as he turned from her once more and focused on the injured girl.

"Lady? I don't think your deserving of that title, as for the girl. Why don't you let her down. You caused her enough pain as of now. So let her go before I make you." he threatened.

He then watched her take the girl, denying his will and bring her to the guards where they took her away. Frowning, he knew better not to fight amongst the guard or else he'll be a natural enemy against Nostvale. Something he'd prefer not to be.

Frowning, Glave just shook his head at the girl. " I didn't expect much from you either. Just someone who picks on the weak because they know that themselves too. Will be weak." he mentioned before turning around and walking away.

The girl was in Nostvale's hands already so there was no reason for him to stay here in fight. That is . . . unless Dianthia stops him.

Then there came an annoying little boy who yelled out at him. Which he ignored until the boy sprayed some water at him. Which Glave deflected by conjuring up a shield made from pure energy.

'They aren't worth my time. . . ' he thought to himself as he continued on
(Glave)
He threatened her. Called her weak. Said he'd make her do something? How could he. Was this guy an idiot? Did he not realize the Nobility. The greatness of her bloodlines? The child scoffed. As the ground underneath her feet began to rumble! Her earth magics mixed with her nature magic ripped streams of vines out of the ground, causing small plates of earth to shift.

And there she stood. As water began to condense on her form as well. The little vain Druidess was not pleased with Glave's responses. And he was going to SUFFER for it, if the child had her way at least. "I really won't ever understand people like you. You think just because you're older, you have some highground. You think you're BETTER THAN ME? You think you can BEAT ME?" THe waters began to dnace around her form. Condensing, creating a protective, healing Veil.

A glare at Luthar. "I appreciate your concern. But let your Lady Dianthia handle her own problems. I don't need your help, the best you can do for me right now is cheer me on." She commanded him. She didn't want him in the way. She didn't want to hear Glave's petty excuses why he lost to an eight year old girl. "Are you ready? I am going to beat you down ... Make you scream for mercy for making me so mad!" A stomp, as Nature's might was on her side.
(Dianthia H. Avaline)
He angered the child. A lot. So many of these boys she met were just plain, outright stupid. She was just teaching Sarah a lesson! Making her understand her place... then she was going to get medical treatment right away! Wh ydidn't Glave understand that sentiment? Was he retarded?

Probably. A lot of commoners were too stupid to make anything of themselves. "Tch... You think you can beat me with the kind of blood that is in me. What a moron." She tried to insult the boy, as her vines condensed around her form. Of course she wasn't afraid of him. After all? Dianthia was a noble child. One who had divine blood in her.

And she made sure to throw that in the face of everyone who had doubts about her. Dianthia was a powerful girl. "How can a commoner like you, ever beat someone with Angel Blood in them?" She smirked then. But that smirk only hid her anger within.
(Dianthia H. Avaline)
ITS TIME TO RUMBLE!

The ground beneathe him started to twist and turn by some unknown force. The mere twist of it was, this was groundbreaking. Turning around, he'd watch as the spoiled brat that he was talking to before was still on his case. Didn't he finish their little episode a few minutes ago? Man, some people just can't let things go.

Vines soon erupted from the ground as they seemed to surround the brat. It was later then the girl somehow managed to conjure water out of thin air. Which surprised him. To his amazement, he thought that the girl had brought water out of the very air that they breathed. Which actually make him stare in awe. He didn't know that someone so concieted and full of themselves could do such a task. It made him wonder just who exactly he was dealing with.

Frowning, he dropped his shoulders as he face palmed himself.

"I never said anything. Along those lines. . . your just making a scene- argh.. . . . You narcissist. " he said as he shook his head disappointingly.

He then reached out behind his back and grabbed the hilt of his sword. Pulling it out of its sheath and bringing it down infront of him with the point of his blade at the ground.

He didn't have to show off so he could intimidate the younger girl. All he was going to do was just throw her on her ass, and make her apologize for what he did. Then maybe. Maybe he can try out his new move.

Soon an energetic like aura bursted to life around him as he just stood there with his guard open. Like usual, he was going to stick on the defensive side until he knew what he was dealing with and how exactly he was going to make this girl eat dirt.


(Glave)
 It seemed that Glave thought he was some tough shit. Denying the accusations thrown at him, and then continuing to assualt her. What a moron. Did he have absolutely no shame, or no backbone. "You're so spineless... I bet once I get my vines around you, You'd be squished into putty by them. When you insult someone, you should stick to your words." She was proud of herself. A bit too proud, maybe. As she trashed the boy she was fighting with relative ease.

Someone started a fight with her, but that didn't mean the lass was willing to let him finish it. No, Dianthia was going to brutalize this kid. She was going to put him in his place. "Stupid Commoner. You'll never matter to someone like me! You've never be able to scratch me! I'll just heal from it. Heal like I always do." She giggled! Laughing at the boy's own misery. This was simply a battle he could not win.

Dianthia would not let him win. "Maybe if you bow down and kiss my feet, I won't break you." She chuckled, placing the back of her hand against her lips once more.
(Dianthia H. Avaline)
Dam. . . it would seem that Drake found his way to spectate this battle.

It also seemed that this girl imaged most of what was happening. As the two duked it out, Glave kept silent. Trying to find a way around her vines and strike her down while she threw bubbles at him, erupting miniture earthquakes, and even causing mounds of mud to be flung at him. It was hard to even deal a scratch on her as it seemed that by each passing second that he didn't hurt her.The wounds that he had given her would heal right up. As for him even cutting her. He didn't even make a scratch. He was hitting her with the flat part of his blade and going as far as to hit her with the dull side aswell.

He just wanted to make the brat learn her lesson. As for the insults, how did fighting mean that he was sticking to it or not? Who knows.

After being flung to the ground, Glave rolled back up to a stand.

Now having an idea of how she fought. He felt that he might be able to out play her.

'Come on Henir. Let's get her. Together.' he thought as he felt the presence of his ancestor coming from within. Helping him as the both of them were once unified.

Taking a deep breath. Glave felt his power rise immeansely. His aura flicker brighter than before as it blazed about wildly with raw energy sprouting from his form. Shockwaves of energy rolled over the area. Ancestral Wrath was once again born.

Staring at Dianthia, Glave wasn't going to kiss anyone's feet. He'd rather die.

Raising his sword once again, he'd stick to the defensive side of battle again before coming to attack
(Glave)
The young Avaline couldn't help but realize how fruitless Glave's endeavors to be. He lost. And he needed to accept his losses. He needed to accept the fact that he was a lost cause. And that he simply needed to submit to the girl. Perhaps if he had learned to back off, he wouldn't be in this situation.

The vines, the wrath of the vibrating earth, and even the nature at the girl's disposal was far tooo powerful for someone like Glave to stand a chance. Would he realize just how much a lost cause fighting her was?

Probably not. Boys were stupid idiots after all. There were only a few who went ahead and defeated the stereotype that she had. And most of them were fully grown adults with age and experience to teach them not to be idiots.

"So... am I a spoiled and conceited brat now? Am I a weakling... I should think not!" A vine attached itself to Glave's throat! Pulling him closer, so that the girl could face him eye to eye. A sadistic grin of glee was on her face. She knew his answer already... But wanted to hear it from his lips. "Now... bow. Kiss my feet... Beg me for mercy... tell Lady Dianthia how you wish to only serve her. And I won't hurt you anymore." THe vine pulled downward, aiming to smack the boy's head against the earth as it faded away. Her arms would cross then.

Waiting.
(Dianthia H. Avaline)
' Hmph. . . ' Henir's answer said to him as Glave once again. Took an L.

Falling to defeat. He was soon raised by a vine that was suffocating him. Using his free hand as he tried to rip the vine off of his neck. He squnted hard as he looked into the brats eye.

It was only then that she told him to kiss her feet and then beg for mercy. Then tell her that he was going to only serve her. Which was idiotic to think that the mere likes of him. A used to be street rat would ever do such a thing. He would stoop low. But he had some pride. Even if it was a little, and he surely wasn't going to go any lower.

It was then that he was slammed head first into the ground by the vine as it then uncoiled around his neck and disappeared into the ground.

With a straight face. Glave struggled to push himself up so he would be standing on all fours. It was then that he spat out blood upon the girls shoes before throwing himself backwards so he could land on his back.

Man, how did he get himself into these situations? But then again, he felt like he was doing the right thing. So this was totally worth it. Looking up at the girl. He suddenly then remembered that she spoke to herself in third person. The fuck. . .

'Fucking psychopath . . . .' he thought as he realized that she refered to herself in such away. Shaking his head. He then picked himself up from the ground. Even if he did struggle with it. He eventually stood again. Staring down at her.

He was never going to place himself in a situation where he had to look up at her. Unless he was incapable of doing so. But as of now, he was going to have her look up at him
(Glave)