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Yolor put his hand over his mask and continued to chuckle before crossing his arms and nodding his head a few times.
Yolor raised his hand in the air causing fire to circle around it before an orb of fire hovered above his hand.
"Let's keep it going! Mr. Fairy!"

He threw it up into the air before spreading his arms out causing the big orbs to separate into five smaller ones, he pointed at Jazz for a moment before five different pillars of flame flew down at Jazz, while doing so he slammed his fist into the ground before opening his hand causing three large red spots to appear around them before connecting into a triangle.

A wall of flame appeared around them before he made a sweeping motion with his hand causing the five pillars to divide into smaller balls before he raised his arms into the air.
"I will leave nothing standing! Let us both be consumed!"
Tiny explosions erupted around them as he started throwing small balls of fire towards Jazz.

"He's not too bad," a man in a suit said.
"I think he's too flashy," one responded.

Yolor didn't have time to react before he felt his body flying through the air, he grit his teeth, without a steady balance he couldn't call forth his flames, he watched as a spear of light hit him, he held in the grunt and clenched his fist as the attack continued, immense pain shot through him, his vision was started to get foggy and his mind was going blank.

While trying to make his body respond he felt his mask come off and met the eyes of Jazz, this man....survived against her, the woman that had spared his life, forced him into servitude.
Why did he get a second chance, why does he get his freedom and he's enslaved by her.
He felt his body falling to the earth, then it all hit him, and he started laughing as he fell to the earth.
"Hahahahahahahahaah, Finally! I'm coming Reaper!"
Then he was no more.

"All of you, out of the square. Now."

In a heartbeat, all of the men standing between Mordikai and the intruder retreated to the sidelines, outside the barriers of the park that lay at the very heart of the town, simultaneously clearing a path for their superior.

"I hate it when you idiots get uppity. You're no better than a fool such as this when you abuse your powers. Now you know the price to pay for idiocy; though I'm sure that won't stop any of you." Mordikai strode forward until he was less than ten feet away from the still-glowing envoy of Birth. He watched the hatred swim in his foe's eyes, taking sustenance from all the pain he was finally allowed to inflict upon someone, anyone. "Well now. It's obvious you're here on a mission, now, isn't it? It would've been too easy to sneak through the shadows for a glorious martyr such as yourself; no, you had to come in with your head held high and nothing but grandiose dreams of victory in mind." Mordikai smirked, a devilish grin that openly mocked not only the man before him, but all who would ever consider testing his strength.

"I'm sure you're quite proud of yourself for delivering justice to the weakling whose charred remains you now grip so tightly. But it's time for the real show to begin. You came for Tsuliria, but it goes without saying that's she tied up with vastly more important things than handling a fool like you." He stretched his left arm out to the side, with shadows already congregating about his forearm. "But be glad; instead of her, you get to deal with me. And a fight with me promises to make your demise so much more interesting; she'd just tear you to shreds where you stand. But me...?" The grin grew wider, more violent and vicious, and Mordikai began to laugh, psychotic might forcing the sound from his throat. "I get to watch you bleed! I get to watch you suffer!"

"Place your bets, boys! Just how many pieces will this weak little man be in when this fight is finally over!?"

"Summon Blade, Field Plan Delta!"

The sheer force of the power being released into the area was enough to incapacitate some of the weaker spectators, but Mordikai didn't care. His creation was finally being born, and he was thrilled. First came the horrifying, preternatural Satellite that formed from thick, gluttonous shadows above the park; it was several yards in size and shaped in an organic, yet indescribable manner. Next came the walls; the Satellite began to glow, and a series of blades, this time a luminous black, rained down to form a wall around the Mage erecting the barrier; then a larger amount of blades struck the dirt farther out, sealing the spectators out and Mordikai and his opponent in. Lastly, the shadows flitting about Mordikai's left arm gathered and solidified into the shape of a heavy, pitch-black metal rod that covered his entire forearm. He swung it forcefully to the sky, still cackling with lunatic joy.

"Isn't it so beautiful!?" He asked his opponent between fits of unstoppable laughter. "It is, isn't it!? Oh, but it's only the beginning!"

"Summon Blade! Release Protocol, Shutdown; Activate きせき Unit!"

Of the crowd that remained conscious outside the barrier, a large number more succumbed to sweet release, this time purely out of fear; those that stood their ground quickly began cheering viciously for the epic battle they'd been promised. The Satellite began to shine with it's ominous black light once more, and fourteen luminous ebony blades descended from the sky above, orbiting around Mordikai as he laughed. With his left arm still stretched skyward, he threw his right arm to the side, and with another brilliantly deceptive flash of dark light, a shadowy lance materialized just outside his physical grip. Mordikai shifted his palm, and the lance moved with it; he opened his hand, and the lance began to spin violently fast, cracking with black lightning as it did. At last, he snapped his arm back to position, and the lance slid to hover next to its master, waiting for the chance to kill.

"Do you like it? C'mon, you can't tell me you don't envy it! It's so glorious, so ingenious!" Mordikai's laughter finally subsided, and as he glared at his foe it became apparent that his eyes had shifted to an ebony black, and he sported artificial fangs of the same shade--just a touch of arrogance. "Let's go, then. Let's see what you can do."

"Come. I've wasted enough time; It's about time I killed you."

"Since when did Reaper hire on kids to do his bidding hm?"

Jazz surveyed the young man in front of him, his black eyes filled with maniacal satisfaction at his creation. Jazz knew he had to be careful with this one, he was nothing like Yolor. He slowly began to clap as he looked at the young man.

"I must say this is quite impressive, I almost don't know how to handle this one. How about you tell me your name? Reaper would love to hear about one of his strongest getting defeated I'm sure."

Jazz gave a small smirk, his eyes glowing to match his opponent's. The battle of pure light and Maniacal dark was about to get explosive.

Tsuliria finally reached Central to see that it was true Mordikai was there, she was convinced seeing the dark blades around Ulior, she noticed some of the men were having some difficulty standing in the area, she was sure it from Mordikai's energy since it was heavy in the area.
She continued walking nonetheless, her eyes gave a light glow as she saw Mordikai and Jazz surrounded by a barrier of swords.

Since everyone was so focused on the fight between the two no one noticed that she had appeared which was fine with her since that made her job easier.
Seeing the barrier was in her way she turned and threw a chain at the roof of a nearby building attaching it to the ground before walking up it.
She threw a chain at the adjacent building before attaching it on the end of the building she was on.

She walked onto the chain, controlling it she forced the chain to bend down, until it was near the ground, making a sweeping motion with the chain she forced the chain to propel her high in the air before it dissipated into nothing, she held her arms out as she started free falling towards Central over the barrier.

With a blank expression she plummeted towards the earth.

---------------------------------------------------

In a tavern nearby a man in a dark cloak walked up and sat next to a tan woman, he ordered a drink before glancing over at her.
"Hello there," he said to the woman. "You're very Agile aren't you."
The man took a small drink and let out a contended sigh before turning to look at her fully, his silver haired peeked out a little before a small grin formed on his face.

"Have you heard of Reaper and his envoy of death or of Birth and her limited allies?"

She looked at the man who sat down next to her. The seat was open for grabs but he didn't seem to realize that.
She didn't respond to his greeting as the waitress came by and set the food down that she had ordered which happened to be a small snack. Some bread and some sliced ham would be fine for now.
"You've been watching me." she stated, ignoring his question for a moment. Drinking from her cup, she crossed her legs as she continued to look forward.

"I've heard of it." she added after a few silent moments, her wooden cup still in her hand. She didn't exactly want to talk to the man but she guessed that the faster she answered his question, the quicker he would leave, let her be.
"I came here to eat, not to chit-chat, so you either say all you have to say now or hold your peace and leave me alone." Flora's icy blue eyes looked hard as usual as she waited for him to finish up what he had started.

The man chuckled and took another drink, he reached and adjusted his hood to keep his face hidden.
Since she knew of it that made things a little easier on his half, setting his drink down he folded his hands before lowering his head.
"I don't know involved you are," the man said. "However let me offer some advice to you, avoid Reaper's minions. If you aren't on they're side you're an obstacle in their way."

He pointed at himself with a gloved thumb.
"I know from experience what happens if you get in the way of Reaper's envoy, I don't know her name but she's known for her merciless nature and cold exterior."
He stood up and reaching in the sleeve of his cloak set money on the counter before turning his back to the woman.
"Be careful out there, it's dangerous around Central."
With that the hooded man left the tavern vanishing into a nearby alleyway.