Welcome to the under dome

OOC: there is no need.....the choice was made....

BIC: Braxen stood up "i have seen enough!" he said walking forward "the fight goes to.... MIXT!..... finish him...." he said walking away

 

Mixt turned to Xambala, thinking about how to execute the finisher, when suddenly another thought occurred to him. Mixt sighed, a piece of him already regretting the rare piece of kindness he was about to give, hoping people wouldn't see it as weakness. "I FORFEIT" Mixt called out as Braxen started to walk away.

 

Braxen was confused "what is this? you won Mixt...."

 

"what beleif they wanted me to summon our world guardian when it didn't want to be" he said and ran off leaving the dragon to follow her or not

"whats gotten into you" the dragon said and followed her in order to find out why

 

"I don't care about the standings and my chance for the wish is null. I proved I could win which allows me my pride, I don't care about the rest" said Mixt, still wondering what possessed him to do this.

 

"really Mixt? because from this angle it seems like you dont really mean that... you seem like theres something missing, but you are pushing it away..." he said looking down at Mixt

 

Although Braxen was right, Mixt's pride wouldn't let him admit it. With an air of confidence Mixt said, "I'm a murderer and captain of war. Now that I can't win the tournament all I'm doing is waiting for the contract to terminate. Though after my loss to Demyx I needed to redeem my pride, that is why I didn’t forfeit at the start."

 

"actually there are two winners.... one for the main bracket, one for the consolation bracket.... so i dont know why you put your blade away now" Braxen said.

 

Mixt shook his head "Although the prize for the consolation bracket was never revealed I feel certain that it will not satisfy my means"

 

"well you will never know if you give up..." Braxen said, disappointed

 

maria ran past axel and the others with the dragon following her

 

"For my plan to work now you would have to be cocky and an idiot." said Mixt matter of factly.

 

Xambala snapped out of his monsterous state and began thinking differently "well i'll be damned.....Mixt, your willing to forfiet? I must say I am amazed at this statement....however.... it was after all the judges decission....I could go on for quite a while using my reforming abilities.....but....since I can't get a wish anyway.... I'm respecting your decission Mixt....but....just to let the judge know..... iv'e got a little.... just reward for him...."

 

Mixt took a sarcastic bow "The finisher is yours"

 

"yknow.... I never faught a foe, who is as worthy as you are....know this..... it's an honor fighting you in the field of battle....."uses the gun-blade in hands and slices his head clean off, making the death quick and painless, turns to Braxen "hey.... Braxen....I'll see you REAL soon..... oh one more thing....."looks at Braxen insanely smiling " Have a nice day" mick folley theme plays, and walks away

 

Mixt lied in the medical bay looking at his hand as he held it up to the light. It still had its demon form. He hadn't ever done a chimera transmutation on himself. Was it truly effective to the level of the soul? Perhaps that could explain the surprising decision he just made. Although he couldn't tell it by looking at him Mixt found the concept rather funny, he was potentially more evil than a demon. Mixt dropped his hand down to his side. Sighing he got to his feet and made his way back out to the arena. "Don't go taking that the wrong way, I still don't like you. I just think that you might actually care about whatever prize it is" Mixt said to Xambala in a tone that made it very hard to tell if he was being serious or not.

 

" I do care about the prize...... I know now what I need- what ALL of us, may need in order to survive.....a good soldier, never leaves his men down.... even if they think differently of him...." he said making his way out of the arena, then abruptly stopped, " OH, one more thing.....if Braxens gunna give me a medal....you can have it..... medals, titles, fame, glory,greed, world domination......it all means nothing to me... I'm just in it to finnaly give us all a benefet..... except for those few sums that get in my way, you didn't... and I'm thankfull for that...."he then continues out of the arena

 

As Xambala was leaving Mixt said "Just one more thing. Could you give me back my sword? I would rather not have to go randomly searching in the dark realm."

 

Xambala raised his head in a jolt "OH!, right no problem" Xambala snapped his fingers and a dark hole appears, he reaches inside and pulls out his alchemy sword and with his other hand he snapped his fingers again, and goes over to Mixt and holds it horizontaly, giving it to Mixt "here you are..."

 

Mixt took the sword and sheathed it. "Thank you" Mixt said sincerely. Somehow Xambala still annoyed him but he liked the guy anyway. Mixt shook his head. He had always pictured soul fusing as getting a voice in your head. But instead he felt like the exact same person, but it was becoming obvious that his personality was changing.