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Mixt grabbed his sword from his back using his left hand. Though he was holding it tightly as if he wasn't entirely sure that he had grabbed it. Mixt flipped the sword in his hand so he was holding it backwards, his gaze never leaving Xambala. Then suddunly he began to charge at Xambala, moving with surprising speed considering his movements in his last battle.

 

Xambala's feet glowed with light to strong and Xambala unleashed the power of light with his feet, in so doing that, ended up behind Mixt in an Instant and kicked him behind the neck sending him across the arena and then stands in some sort of ancient, but odd, pose and charges up both his feet and his hands with light and stares at seemingly with hatred, but with focus and takes a strong breath, and exhales "AHHHhh......OOOOoooo...

 

Mixt curled his body up in mid air, but this was not to lesson the impact, it was instead to rip open the back of the trenchcoat revealing a pair of demonic wings. Mixt used this to abruptly turn arround midflight and dive bomb Xambala, using the sword like a propeller for extra speed and cutting power.

 

Xambala saw this coming towards him but was not afraid, he gave out a big panther-like roar "KRAAAAW-OOAW"as the light charged hands and feet suddenly blasted and appeared infront of him as the light energy of the feet were gone, the light energy from the hands remained, and grew claws, Xambala unleashed that light energy from the hands and grabbed his wings, and tossed him across the other side of the room on the floor, shredding his wings in the process, and started charging his feet with darkness and hands with light growling at a low rate "haaaarrrhhh......

 

ooc: DUDE!?! HOW CAN YOU GOD MOD A FREAKING CHARGE SHOT!?....im sorry for stressing out, but it seems like your only pinning this **** on me.....

 

OOC: its not only you.... i need to tell others to stop as well.... i have the feeling you think im ragging on you.... well im not.... i am the judge and therefor i moderate the fight

 

ooc:....REALLY?.....who other people did you tell to stop god-modding besides me then...?..

 

OOC: well it isnt only this RP, but some is done on VM or PM.... it isnt your right to question me

 

ooc: well then VM me or PM me, cause dude, it's rather imbarissing and kinda insulting....is that too much to ask?! yknow.....

 

OOC: ill delete the post if that will make you feel better....

 

ooc: its a start....yea...

 

"Well it looks like I'm up, but I don't see my opponent anywhere," he looked around for Stellar. Shrugging he walked towards the arena and waited patiently, his hands at his side as he covered his mouth with his hand to hide a yawn.

 

Axel walked into the arena and stood in front of him for he wanted to give him some advice about what was going to happen. "Go full out when you feel you need to and keep your stamina up. Win this so we can face each other," he gave him a hug and then let go. "I'll be there for ya on the sidelines rooting you on Demyx. Make the organization proud and show that Stellar person why you're a member of the notorious organiztion."

 

Demyx returned the hug from his friend and his superior. "I will Axel. I will not let you down no matter what." He nodded his head staying there for over thirty seconds, letting go afterwards. "I know what I have to do." He walked back to where he was standing his face hidden in the shadows for now he was awaiting the entrance of Stellar. He concealed himself with his hood to throw his opponet off guard.

 

Stellar steping to the arena not seeing demyx. She lean agianst a wall waiting for the battle to begin.

 

"Well audiences, it sure is a beautifully bloody battling day!" The lizard man smiled, his skull's jaw moving up and down as he announced it. "And definately a great day for a staring competition." He announced, looking at Demyx and Stellar, staring at each other.

 

By reaching out through Mixt's sword to grab his wing Xambala greatly damaged his hands and arms. "Not bad kid. I didn't expect you to be able to break through dragon hide. But unfortunately you've forced my hand." Mixt began to draw alchemy circles on the floor with his sword.

 

Axel tapped his fingers from the sidelines half expecting for the fight to begin already. He wondered when it was going to start. He wondered if Larxene and Marluxia were still being distant with each other. He gazed at the other side of the projection and watched Xambabla's and Mixt's in the mean time.

 

Xambala stood on the ground looking at Mixt and summoned a few panthers made of darkness after him to stop w/e he was doing by attacking his limbs preferibly, Xambala stands there low hrowling "raaaaaaagggh"

 

The lizard man stared at the fight. "Ones an artist, and one's a drunkist. Does that even exist? We don't care, we're just here to enjoy the show! Ist."
The lizard man took a drink of water, but noticed that it just dropped from the jaw, onto his suit, so he shoved it into his neck to get it into his lizard flesh body.