Welcome to the under dome

"oh u and your excuses. It isn't like you will be fighting soon or anything."

 

Mixt: Not soon but I will be fighting again.

 

"fine, then carry me to your house then."

 

"Fine" Mixt sighed and then picked up Gex with his remaining hand and walked off to his house.

 

With the fire balls headed towards him, his cloak got singed a little bit, he cringed from the slight burns resting his hand on them. His eyes reverted to the chakrams that were being flung at him and he had a few seconds to quickly dodge their fiery impact. Axel was picking up the pace and he was not about to go down; not from a long shot. Snapping his eyes forward, the heat was becoming unbearable as this was making the water mage furious. If Axel wanted to resort to his dangerous element and pull out all of the stops then he would show him that he meant business as well. Standing tall, he pointed to the fire wielder, his eyes now slits were narrow where a little bit of his azure iris was showing. "Axel, prepare yourself!" He issued him a challenge, playing a quick mind blowing interlude where the water being maniupulated struck full force at him, the water rising high from the ground spiralig about, the force of the pressure spraying and knocking the fire mage close to it the remains of it spraying him, releaing steam from the inferno.As Axel was being drenched to the bone by the excess of it, Demyx swung back his sitar ready to strike him repeatly and stab him in the chest.

 

Axel narrowed his eyes menacely as a fountain of water of much so a wave was blasting him. This just pissed him off, as in the corner of his eye saw Demyx swinging his sitar at him and aimed to pierce him in the chest. "Great he is showing the otherside of his," He almost rolled his eyes at that instant, but then kept them narrowed as the challenge seem more anticipating towards him. He couldn't use his element for a little bit time, and even if he tried to it would react to late and he would get stabbed. With the sitar still swinging at him, he blocked it easily with his chakrams forcing Demyx back as the fire wielder teported, and shot the chakrams right in back of him without the use of his fire element. He would have to bestow to fighting like a mortal until he was dry enough to summon his fire.

 

Dodging yet another fatal attempt where it only got a swipe of his cloak from his shoulder point, he saw the glistening of the razor sharped points of them, fortunate his body had reacted rather quickly before they did some true damage. Whipping his sitar around, he retailated getting Axel wet again and keeping him soaked so he couldn't summon his element as easily. Demyx had the advantage over the flurry of dancing flames, but Axel still had great techiques as a fighter and the meloidious nocturne would have to keep up his guard to battle against him. With Axel wet to the bone yet again, his feet pranced about the arena summoning water in his wake, as he drew closer, the weapon raming forward through the sleeve of his cloak pinning him there. "Your fire is out. What are you going to do now?" he brought his azure eyes upon the emerald ones for a second and then pulled back his sitar giving his mentor a fair chance to attack before he would step up his game.

 

Axel frowned as he saw that once again he was soaked to the brim of no return. He was getting really tired of getting wet, but what choice did he have. He would have to outsmart Demyx. His fire couldn't help him right now, so once Demyx had unpinned him he did the only thing he knew and kicked at the sitar making it unbalance as his chakrams came at Demyx's head, but instead of grazing it, he blew him backwards with a tiny bit of its flame. While Demyx was in mid air for a few seconds because of being forced back, the phantom of the nobody then worked for his chest and pondered him to the ground with his fist,the chakram getting caught again on the mullet haired ones' cloak he flipped him backwards his foot implanting and crushing down on his back.

 

From the intense move Axel had pulled on him, Demyx gasped in a raspid tone, not being able to breathe for a moment and glared at the one who held him down with his foot on his back and the one that had burned him on his face. Gasping he held his cheek not believing his friend had hurt him like that since he cared about his appearance. Growling and summoning his strength, Axel had forced him to do the unthinkable. Moving violently and thrasing about from underneath Axel's foot, he brought his sitar by summoning it to him and whipped it around, causing the flurry to get caught on his legs sending him upon the ground. Now they both were on the ground, crawling towards him, the water that was still being controled shot up burning the side of Axel's face, but the musician wouldn't stop there. With his weapon, he swung it striking the flurry hard in the legs making it nearly impossible for him to get up without being in pain. "Did you really have to hurt my face Axel?" He yelled, summoning more of his water, preparing to drown the fire youth.

 

Xeol watched the fight the intesity rose it kinda scared the man. "so one of them will be my opponet" he said to himself nervously. The fog wielder smiled "but they wont destroy my dream and my will" he said to himself smiling watching the fight.

 

Axel felt bad of what he did to Demyx, but he knew it was a fight and what other choice did have to keep the water from hitting him constantly. "Demyx, I didn't mean to do it, but it is hard for me to summon my element right now." He screamed out from hearing the pain from his legs as he couldn't get up right now. He was confused, but also angry. A hiss had radiated from him as well as he noticed the burn from the side of his face, but he would keep going on. It would break his heart, if if he lost to his friend. Everyone in the organization knew Axel was a better fighter than Demyx, but with the water in the mix the flurry had to be more careful. "Demyx, this is a fight, I have to fight a little dirty. I only hope you can forgive me," He added with some sadness in his eyes. He saw more of the water coming as he rolled out of the way crawling towards Demyx and extended his leg up and kicked Demyx square hard in the stomach with a hook kick the force knocking him backwards, and caused to trip Demyx so that he was now on the floor with him. He took his chakram and pinned the sitar player by both his sleeves as he summoned his fire with his hand and began burning his legs. He was going to make this more even to his advantage. It was very painful to do this to his best friend, but he knew only one of them could win this fight.

 

Now being on the ground once more, Demyx screamed as he felt like his legs were being burnt off. Applying water to them, he kicked at him in face getting him in the jaw before he had a chance to finish the deed. Growling and aching in agony, the bitterness had returned as he saw Axel as his enemy rather than his friend. He had pushed him and he would not lose to the fire wielder. He had the stronger element in his mind and would take advantage of it. Screaming out as the pain shot through his nervous system, he used this new pain to apply it to his strength. With his sitar back in his hand once more, he nearly pierced Axel in the chest and swung it back striking him away from him. Barely able to get up, he fought back his tears as it hurt him to walk, but he would remain strong and determined no matter what Axel had done to him and would do to him. Letting his sitar come to his hand, he played his tempo as the patterns followed in suit extinguishing the fire wileder's flames once more. He would drown him if he had to in order to prevent any serious damage being done to him.

 

Axel before he had the chance to react from his jaw getting smacked, he found himself on the other end of the sitar flying to the wall, as he fell into the water that broke his fall which would of been a harsher impact for his body if it had not been there. What the water had done for him was the one and only event that he appreciated the force of it. Laying on his stomach, he shook his head, dizzy from being whacked by Demyx's instrument/weapon. His ears picked up on the ominous tune once more as the water was being controled and heading straight at him. Rolling on the ground, quickly he dried himself the best he could, before applying his hands together rubbing them furiously to create heat which sparked a flame as it grew. Concentrating on this energy, the flame spread until it was able to cover him and create his wall to where he jumped through it disappearing within the flames as the fire wall crackled all around. From his advantage point he saw the nocturne below probably wondering what had happened to him and now was the time to strike. Leaping forth, he pounded the ground turning it to hot coals as steam filled the area making it hard for both of them to see. Using this as a cover for invisablity he began to slash at Demyx's cloak repeately.

 

"Do you think Demyx has broken Axel's jaw?" Larxene asked, her head turning in the direction of marluxia, but her eyes still stuck on the fight.

"I hope so..." Marluxia smiled, still watching the arena infront of them.

"Why do you hope so?" She asked, her eyes narrowing, but still watching.

"Well, that way we would hear less of that damn husky voice." He grinned, actually looking at the nymph. "Did you see that? haha...Demyx is getting his coat slashed.."

"Hope he's alright..." she mumbled, her mouth twisting slightly. She looked at marluxia and held her hands up. "What? he's a fellow organisation member, I don't want him to be hurt too badly."

 

Ryxan leaned against a pillar in the waiting room. Yami has made a big mistake, I'll write on her gravestone...or on the finisher...something classy...I prefer to finish her in style...he thought.
Turning his head, he examined the fight.
Nobodies are supreme to humans...except keybladers...kind of...he thought. But I can finish her. Definately.

 

Yami: *in the waiting room and shrugs* Ryxan huh? another nobody i have to put up with. when will life get any smoother? or should I say death?

 

Kexant walked into the waiting room where the two were standing "Ryxan, Yami your fight will begin when you step into the arena" he said walking out and back up to the balcony

OOC: Kexant is quiet so thats why he talks only a little

 

ooc: never mind cstar...
bic:
Ryxan crossed his arms. "Well thank you, monsier superiority." Ryxan said sarcastically, snarling. He stepped out onto his place.
"See you at the finish line, Yami."

 

Yami: *walks out into the arena on the opposing side* same to you.. *starts getting ready by summoning her armblades and spinning them in her hand getting into her fighting stance*

 

Ryxan forced himself to chuckle once, and unleashed his weapon out of his arm. "Ready. When. You. Are."
Here I go. Time to prove I really am worth something. Not like my category says.ooc: g2g.