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The events that transpired were odd ones, to say the least. It was as though he was simply a spectator through his own eyes. Halfway through his fight with Melus, he realized he wasn't the one fighting, and that his mind had been clouded into picking the fight in the first place. Now he could only stare on as someone used his body and his skills to beat Melus nearly to death. He was only vaguely aware of what was happening. Only coherent enough to know who he was fighting, but not why, or who was controlling him. Thankfully, his body ceased to be able to move. At least now he wouldn't have to do anything against his will. He'd have closed his eyes if he could move any part of him. His consciousness began to blur, but returned to him almost all at once some time later. It was difficult to tell exactly how long he was in that state. ​

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The second he regained control of himself, rage washed over him. He knew exactly what had happened, what he'd been made to do, and who was controlling him. The second the cage dropped, he saw Vallus had already inflicted quite the large wound in her chest. It wasn't fatal, but his would be. He stood, and composed himself. Closing his eyes and brandishing his sword, an deathly calm air fell over him. When he opened his eyes, everyone in the room could feel it. He dashed toward Krista. While in reality it only lasted a moment, it seemed to drag on for ages. Normally Luther's movements were darting and blindingly quick, trying to keep in his opponent's peripheral vision, so as to make it all the harder to detect when exactly he swapped out for an illusion, and harder to discern what his true movement was. This, however, was different. The bloodlust behind this one thrust was palatable. No natural attack could produce this kind of intensity behind its killing intent, and no illusion could possibly recreate it. There was no question this was the real Luther, using his power to draw all focus to him and amplify his own presence by a thousand fold. ​

And there was murder in his eyes.

She would feel fear before she died, and he made sure of it. The blade finally approached her throat. It was impossible to look away from through the amplified killing intent behind the attack. The attack would register as the most immediate threat to one's life no matter what, and set off their instincts to defend against it. The more honed one's skills were, the more their mind screamed at them to negate it somehow, some way, but that was the trap it laid. At the eleventh hour of the attack, right before it connected, his fingers loosened, and the blade fell from his hands. In the mere fraction of a second before it registered what happened, while their eyes still followed the blade downward on its journey to the ground, a loud, resounding sound tore through the unbelievable tension. A clap. Loud and boisterous, right in front of Krista's face. To be in such an extreme state of your survival instincts screaming at your body to move, only to be all at once forcefully ripped out of it put incredible strain on the concentration. The more skilled they were, the farther into the trap the fell, and the more effective the attack proved to be. It was a laughably simple conclusion to an attack with such an overwhelming build up, but it served its purpose. Never had a warrior lived who could keep his guard up with his concentration sundered so badly. It was all but guaranteed to create an opening for a split second. He didn't waste it. Before her mind had fully registered being torn out of her fight or flight instinct, he produced his second weapon. He'd always had it brandished, but as he never used it in his attacks, it was incredibly easy to forget about, or miss altogether. In one swift, upward motion, he brought it to where her throat met the bottom of her jaw and plunged it deep inside of her head. ​

Beuce glared at the man with the megaphone as he spouted seemingly random mathematical terms at them. From the voice, he could tell that this was their new "game master" who had put them through the new set of worlds. Before he could say anything, Glen beat him to the punch, only to be dematerialized and vanish from the room. Beuce wasted no time and threw out his arm to summon his keyblade, but was paralyzed. Unable to close his fingers around the weapon, it simply fell out of the air and clamored onto the ground before fading once more. Beuce was powerless to do anything but watch the events unfold. The hooded man who'd been AJ's partner turned out to be Aux, albeit without his memories. He had told AJ not to trust him, but he didn't realize the gravity of it. Not to mention AJ had never met Aux before, and likely didn't exactly grasp why he shouldn't trust him. After the events with Megumi and Sho, Beuce was finally unfrozen. He gritted his teeth angrily. He was tired of being powerless, but that was why he was here. Once they were masters, they'd finally be able to take the fight to the doorstep of the enemy.

It was only then that he found himself baffled by Ananta's claims that Aux "had a reason for what he did". He couldn't believe it. Aux was the entire reason that they were thrown into darkness and forced to battle for their lives. It was his fault Karina went through what she did. Before he was able to say anything, the one with probably the most personal involvement in the whole matter stepped up. He watched their confrontation, but didn't interfere. He sided with Kaida entirely, but ganging up on Ananta wouldn't help a thing. He couldn't believe that after everything they'd done, anyone could just dismiss their actions so easily. What "reasons" could possibly excuse the evil they'd committed? Aux was the reason they were in the mess in the first place. He'd broken them down and cast them into darkness to leave them to die, and that was just what he'd done to their group specifically.

Not to mention his allies. Would they be excused as well? Beuce clenched his fists, making a slight hum come from his glass hand. No heart was the one behind all of this. He probably only saw them as pieces in a game. Either that or just part of a plan. It depended on whether he thought games were for children. No heart was the worst criminal of them all, and no reason could possibly excuse it. When they met, Beuce was going to bring him down, no matter what happened. Looking back up from his internal rant, Beuce saw that several others had gone through the teleporter already. Making his way in, he joined the others in Shibuya soon enough to hear Ananta speak about why Karina hated her, but he decided it was still best not to get involved. ​

Melus' counter did in fact stop him from getting in a good hit, if only because it happened to catch him as well as the illusion in the gust. He wasn't even certain she meant to do it, it just happened to work out like that. Regaining his balance from being blown back, it seemed she went on the defensive to evade what she thought was him resisting the gust. He didn't answer her question of why. He didn't need to. He quickly kept up his assault, sparing no time to allow her to regain her bearings. He broke off during his charge, leaving an illusion to continue it whilst he went around to the right side of her. As he gained distance towards her, the first illusion he created flickered out, and simultaneously, he created a second one to her left to strike at her in an attempt to get her to dodge toward the real blade. If successful, he'd keep up the assault with a barrage of illusions, only slipping into the real frame of vision to strike momentarily and confuse. His goal was to overwhelm her and push her far enough out of her comfort zone to lose her balance entirely, at which point he'd all but already won. ​

Luther put two of his fingers on his temple. He couldn't believe these two idiots had begun to break out into a fight. He knew Kiara was failing them as a leader, and he could certainly see Arctus' point of view but...Actually, why did there have to be a but? He had no loyalty to Kiara. There wasn't any reason to support her in the fight. One look at Melus though, and he could tell a different story was playing out in her head. He likely wouldn't have been able to beat either of them regardless, as their elements seemed...a bit of a bad match up for him. He could, however, at least get Melus out of the way. She seemed to need a bit of breathing room to be able to do what she wanted, what with having a bow and all, and he excelled at not giving his opponents that.

Luther walked up to Melus, blocking her view of the other two fighting. "I'm sorry to do this, but..." He removed one of his gloves and threw it on the ground in front of her. A clear indication that a challenge had been issued. "Get yourself ready. Here i come." Luther immediately brought his body low to the ground and dashed forward toward her, attempting a stab from below, or at least, that's what it looked like he did. In reality, it was a momentary image to replace his real form. In actuality, he lunged a second after the duplicate, striking downward from above. The illusion might've been seen through, but anyone, no matter how seasoned and experienced they were in a fight, would draw their reflexes toward a weapon aimed to pierce their abdomen. In fact, the more honed ones skills were, the more effective Luther's fighting style was against them. And if they weren't skilled...Well, then he didn't need illusions to beat them. ​

Luther sighed at Kiara's explanation. It told Lea almost nothing. At least Arctus followed up with a bit more useful of an explanation. "We arrived to find her being bullied in an almost playground style. Evidently he was trying to find something she supposedly knew the location of, and so the first thing our leader did was charge in like an angry bull. After being thoroughly outmaneuvered, he revealed himself to have some kind of connection to her past, but that seems to have been mostly coincidental. After that, this girl told us about some sort of culling from a larger group, out of which she remained due to the sacrifice of her lover." He said that part cautiously, bearing in mind the fact she might have been telling the truth. "In any case, I have my doubts about her. Whoever that was, he made Arctus and Kiara look like they were nothing. While he might've been simply respecting our numbers that could've increased if it broke out any further, it seemed more like he was letting us take her. The only reason I can think of for that to happen.." He paused, giving an accusatory glance at Juliet. He gave an attempt to read her expression, to see if it were more nervous or fearful. "..would be that she was in on it, and their scuffle was staged." Turning his head back to Lea, he sighed. "We decided you might have better judgement than we do, so brought her here."​

Beuce kind of looked back and forth between Ignis and Luna. To be honest, he thought both of them were overracting a bit. "So i take it your parents were murdered by either a window or a chair. Damn them, but they're only puppets for the real villains; Doors." He muttered under his breath, deciding it was best not to approach her. "I uh...I'll be honest, I don't have a clue what's going on with her. Our world was a breeze. We also barely interacted with the big bad evil guy of it. It's probably best to leave her alone for now. Heal her hand up when she's not committing genocide on furniture." He said to Stratos. The air, however, was still tense after the outburst. "So uh...Learn any cool new techniques?" He said, attempting to lighten the mood, if only a little bit.​

As they finally exited the digital world, Beuce found himself once in the train station like area. That world had been a bit easier than he'd expected. The villain there was weaker than they usually were. Beuce looked at his glass hand for a moment. Was it that it was weak? Or had he just gotten stronger? His thoughts drifted back to his homeworld, and his first battle against Sorenia as opposed to his second. It was incredible how much power he'd gained in just the short time he'd been with this group. He knew he'd have to face her again one day, and if he could get stronger, so could she. But he wouldn't run scared anymore. He now had the power to face her head on, no matter what. Looking over, he saw another group exit their tunnel out into the hub, presumably successful. Raising his hand, he called out to them "Hey, Stratos, Hikaru, Kel! I take it you tore it up on your end too? I heard you guys were on the other end of the whole Tron shenanigans." The man walked over to trade information with them about what had happened in the worlds while they waited for the final group to finish.​

A light red light enveloped Beuce's body before dispersing away from him and fading into the air, leaving him in his regular attire. Reaching way deeper into his pocket than seemed possible, he pulled a notepad and a pen. He wrote down each name as it came, until they got to Luna. His head shot over to the girl, who seemed distraught at the revelation that she was a princess of heart. Kaida attempted to comfort her, but it didn't really seem to be doing much good. Beuce walked over and placed his glass hand on her shoulder. It was much warmer than what a normal hand would be; hot almost. "Sorry, I know this is a lot to take in, but we've gotta keep onward. We're still in the realm of darkness. If we fail this exam, it's probably the end of everything. We need to figure out what to do with this password, and what to do next." Beuce said calmly, trying not to upset the girl any more than she already was. ​

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Beuce looked dumbfounded at Kaida as she went on about him sucking out that thing's soul. "I...I don't have that kind of power. At least, i don't think so? Probably not? Do you these things even have souls? We're in the program too. Do WE have souls? What is a soul?" Beuce continued to mumble a bunch of philosophical questions to himself under his breath whilst the fight was taking place. One of the black guards sought to take advantage of this and attack him from behind while his guard was down, only to step on a mine he hadn't realized was there and be blown away. Beuce gave a sensible chuckle as he turned around. "Sorry bud, I'm not actually that dumb."

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"Well that was a bust. Glad to know the first thing we do is the exact opposite of what we were told." Luther said unamused to himself after the whole situation had passed. He was hardly a stickler for the rules but he understood the basic principal of "if ever just goes off and does their own thing and there's no one directing them, they end up clashing and everything crumbles to the ground." He disregarded the argument between Arctus and the hot tempered lady with an ambiguous real name. Instead he chose to turn his attention to the young blonde girl who was obviously distraught with grief. "That's quite the sad story if it's true. I'm afraid we can't exactly trust you just yet, though. At least not fully. Though that doesn't mean we can't take you with us." Luther turned on his heel to speak to Kiara, interrupting whatever moody drama she was likely to be having after Arctus' prodding. "So, dear leader of ours, what do you say we take her back to grandpa and let him decide what to do with her. If her story is true, then she's got nothing to worry about. She's exactly the type we're supposed to be helping. If it isn't, I imagine he'll have a way to find out, and we've got an enemy prisoner. Either way, I don't see a downside to this unless she's monstrously powerful and capable of wiping us out by herself. But if that were the case i doubt she'd need to resort to a trick." ​

Beuce smirked as their combination attack worked. Once again, his masterful strategic mind had produced unheard of results. They definitely didn't just hit it until it died at all. No sir, it was the result of great planning and well executed strategies that won them that fight. Shortly after the mines had knocked Rinzler into the air, he began saying the names of their comrades, and that he fought for the users. Beuce wasn't really sure what a user was, or that he wasn't pulling some kind of trick on them. Whatever the case, they had new arrivals to fight. "Look buddy, I dunno if you just saw what happened there, but we just kind of wiped the floor with your best guy no sweat. I don't think your lower tier mooks are going to be able to touch us." Beuce said as he extended his hand toward one of the black guards. They stopped in their tracks and reared their head back as energy burst from their chest and toward Beuce. Once it reached him, it traveled into the palm of his hand and revitalized his supply of magic. "Unless you've got some serious guns hidden from us, you may as well quit now and give us the password, or we're going to take it." Beuce threatened to Clu ​

Beuce used Seeker Mine on Rinzler. And it was magnified! And also earth!

Beuce used Magnify

Beuce passes

Beuce used Seeker Mine on Rinzler!

Beuce used thunder bell on cannon 1

Beuce cast Seeker Mine

To say Beuce's fight against Anora was going poorly would be a dire understatement. He'd managed to catch her off guard with that combo, but outside of that, she was the better combatant. Well, that's not entirely true. Beuce outshone her in raw offensive capabilities, but his complete and utter ineptitude in the area of blocking was what gave her the edge. In any case, it was clear she was winning. They tossed their discs at one another twice, but both times, Anora had deflected his while Beuce had gotten hit. This put her in the lead. As if that weren't bad enough, Rinzler kept throwing his disc in to interfere in the fight. That was hardly fair, but then again he hadn't expected this to be fair from the start. He'd managed to deflect Rinzler's attacks with barrier surge, but he could only do that so often, and the they were coordinated enough that their discs were never thrown at the same time, meaning he never had it up to be able to deal with Anora.

At this rate, Beuce was clearly going to lose unless he did something. He wracked his brain to try and find a solution, meanwhile Anora threw her disc at him once again, this time, he barely managed to dodge out of the way. He watched the disc sail back to her as she raised her hand up in the air to catch it when it dawned on him. He pushed himself out of his prone position and dusted himself off. Giving a slight chuckle, he readied his disc to be thrown. "Well, if i can't block anything you do, then the answer is simple, isn't it? I just need to score more than you do." Beuce's eyes gained a slight sheen to them. An unnatural one, as his gaze turned far more analytical than before. Anora took a step back. She'd seen him pull something out of his sleeve before, and was wary of what else he could do. Not wasting any time, she threw her disc at him, but Beuce mirrored her timing exactly and threw his own disc. Anora realized what was happening when she didn't have her disc in hand to deflect his. The disc sailed through her chest, bounced off the wall behind her, and returned through for a second point. Beuce had gotten hit as well, but it was only once. The play worked, it put him in the lead above her. The disc hadn't been back in his hand for more than a second before it was in the air again, sailing toward Anora. Not having time to get her bearings, she was unable to block it.

This continued back and forth for a while, both of them relentlessly attacking the other one for fear of falling behind. It was incredible how many points could be scored, yet the score remain stagnant, but Beuce was in the lead from his magnify, and at this rate he'd stay there.

Beuce: - 2, +2, -1, -8, +8
Anora, +2, -2, +1, +8. -8

Beuce: 2
Anora: 1

Posts: 9/10
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