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(( BWA HA HA HA HA!! Aiyoku... ))

Aiyoku was silently waiting behind a woman with a wagonlode of goods. He scoffed slightly as he looked at her. his deep blue eyes traced her. She was calm and demenored, not the sort you might think of when you thought thief, but who's to say. Aiyoku himself was nothing more than a regular guy, until you pissed him off.

Some thief, couldn't detect me at all. It's a wonder no one's ever found this place.

Aiyoku could feel auras all around him. Everywhere there was the faint feel of power, not kjust the same kind. Diverse types and levels of power. They were still nothing like his power. Across his back secured tighly were his twin lances. Aiyoku waited in the fronds and bushed watching. He wasn't sure what would happen. He wasn't counting on the fact that no one knew he was there. This woman might very well know he was following her and she might call her allies. it was true that the powers of these other people were less than his own, but he was no fool... if they all came after him at the same time, he wouldn't make it. He figured he'd wait it out.

The forest was awakening again from the force of their combined heat, it was force that could destroy them both if they weren't careful. How strange that such passion could come from a woman usually so quiet and reserved. It was the thrill of battle and victory that allowed Saku the room to step out of her shell and expose some of the more interesting facets of her nature. And it was moments like these that allowed her some semblance of purpose. Immortality was quite boring without it. At least now, she would kill two birds with one stone. She could guage how much stronger she had become while also receiving a means of amusement.

Saku watched her opponent with eyes as flat and pitiless as a doll's. She knew eventually they would meet again on the battlefield, she just hadn't been to particular about the circumstances. Luckily there was no animosity between them, just a mutual understanding that one person had to win and the other had to be defeated. The only difference now was that she would no longer accept defeat.

"Determination and hard work will do that to a person." She rose on the balls of her bare feet, beginning what would become a circle around him. Saku had developed the habit of pacing and she usually did so around an opponent unless the battle began. It was one of the more predatory facets of her nature that had come from strengthening herself both physically and mentally.

"Tell me Juromaru," Her voice dropped into that husky burr it could get to when she did not bother to mask it. She leveled her eyes with his, her eyes a sultry gold. "Have you come in the hopes of defeating me again, or is this a social call?"

Her fans were already in hand and pulsed in her hand with the desire to be used. But she hushed them, promising that their wait would soon be rewarded.

As Aiyoku waited he could feel massive amounts of energy seeping from behind the theatre. Deftly he moved quietly and swiftly. If he could observe then perhaps he could guage the power of these thieves and decide whether or not to join them as a companion. In seconds he felt a massive amount of heat and he cringed. His eyes glinted with silver and the winds rushed around his body cooling the air and making a barrier so that he could observe. Two people stood facing each other, one male, and the other female. Obviously they were fire users. The woman was circling the other. The air was so thick with tension that there was no doubt that a clash was immenent. For the first time in a while, Aiyoku smiled. He would get to watch two immortal beings clash in a desperate attempt to prove superiority.

"Weaker? Tsk tsk tsk..." His hand gripped and loosened. His was ready, but she'd gott=en better, underestimating her could prove disasterious.

"I harldy think that way. But you were the one wihtout power or control. I saw it more as a way to help you to grow."

His tongue sat idle, he was waiting... just a nother moment, that's all he needed...

Juromaru was suprized, this was new. He smiled and used flames as a barrier. The fire collided with his hers and, for an instant or two there was a clash until He absorbed the fire into the barrier around him. he dropped it and smiled.

In his left hand was Kiba, long trusted and it bathed in blood. He smiled and ran at her. As he charged he brought down his stance. He was ready to move if something came his way. He smiled and his ember eyes flasehd with malice. His speed was nothing to be played with.

He charged, feinted left and spun. Kiba lashed out with flame as it soared to her left ribs.

"Remember the bite of my blade?"

((sorry about yesterday... >< I had to get off fast... lost half my post...
-sigh- I'll just do it again... ))

Juromaru was waiting for something, but she moved faster than he thought. His left eye twitched lightly as he realized that he'd have to put more effort into this fight. He listened to the hiss, their weapons were just short of living beings, he smiled as he tilted his weight back. He wasn't the fastest guy on the block, but he was good enough. Besides, it wasn't speed, but power that won battles.

His head rolled back and his body followed. He watched the fan burn through the air above him. Saku was definantly not going to give up, he'd have to crush her. As he leaned back he let the momentum in his left hand carry his body. He twisted in front of Saku and released superheated air as his body rotated. He used the air as a diversion, he didn't expect it to work, but he wanted to see how she reacted. His left leg kicked out towards her right hip. If she didn't move or block it she'd have a major disabiltiy in the remainder of the battle. But on the same token... if she did avoid the blow, then his time would be well spent.

He smiled as he remembered, every time he fought her he made a propostition to himself. If she could dodge hit attack, block it, or if she did somthing that showed promise and growth, he would continue fighting. That was the only way to push her.

He quietly hissed the pet name he used for her, "Little Saku-chan... you never disappoint me..."

[Wowie zowie, a full page of Ebony and Kevkas, nice you guys. And, for the last time, Miku, I'm waiting for mary!

Do you want me to just roleplay her character for her? Because I will. This is ridiculous.]

Yul breathed a deep sigh as he carried his night's labour back with him, the hour was drawing to a close now, and with such a fine bounty, he was pleased.

Along with the yukata, fine silk stocking hung from his bundle, as well as raised shoes, which Yul confidently took above others. As well as ths, he snagged a few more acessories, ties for here and there, inclduing undergarments, and enough for Yul's satisfaction, a job well done meant an elborately convincing outfit.

((uh... he's a thief. He could be an outsider I suppose, but then I'd have to think of something for him to be...))

[Alright, sorry, I was just a little confused.]

Juromaru knew something was up. Saku wasn't moving.
His foot contacted her flesh, and the every moment it did, he could feel her backlash. Pain raced through his body and the force of her aura threw him back. Kiba was released and gored the gorund off to the side. Juromaru himself rolled to rid his body of excess momentum. He came to a stop and lay face down in the grass. Behind his closed eyes glee wound its way throughout his blood. He lifted himself up onto his knees and his hands. He looked dazed and for the moment disoriented.