[h2][color=lightblue]Arc 3. Phoenix Fang[/color][/h2]

Yunin laughed so hard that his voice filled the air, the sound of harsh adolescence at its best. “Oh shit,” he barked, feeling the wizards as they drew closer. “You weren't playing around, Obi. There really is a lot of them on here.” He looked over his shoulder at Renji and Lu. “All the more fun right?” 

“Boss,” Obinari called from above, the echo of a smile on his lips. 

“Yea.”

“They have a demon on board with them.”

“Really!?” he shouted in surprise, his eyes turning to Lu at the revelation. “Looks like we know who your opponent is going to be. Think you can handle him?” 

The red haired youth gulped before nodding nervously behind Renji, hiding behind his bulk. “P-Possibly, maybe. If he's not too strong.” 

Yunin pulled his lips to the side in disgust. “Sheesh guy. Yo Obi, is he went [i]them?[/i]” 

“No.” 

Yunin shrugged, though he felt the answer had come too quick. Obinari was hiding something from him. “Anyway, let's send them a greeting since they answered the invitation.” With a leap, he twisted and kicked the black and irregular column Obi was standing on. He knew the lithe wizard would get off.

The impact scattered the massive column into rocks, which were still the size of houses as they rained down towards the mages. Like bullets released from the guns of giants they scarred the earth and uprooted trees, killed animals, and spread debris. Destruction on a wide scale, some even flew over the island completely. 

He whistled sharply. “I think I might've overdone it a bit.” 

A shadow fell to his side; it was Obinari. “You think,” he stated. “Renji, one of them have roots in Lightning Magic. It was yellow flash; a static in my ears. He's your opponent.  Lu, handle the demon, enough said.” 

[h2][color=red]Sable Rhodroth[/color][/h2]

It had been awhile since the fight in Cedar Town and Sable couldn't shake the lingering feeling that he knew Gray on a deeper level. It was still there, gnawing on him for some reason. He tapped a piece of wood on the guild hall's table, the end of it charred from him chewing on it. He'd have to talk to him later, if only to get more knowledge about the owner of his scarf. After he put it on, he'd be lying if he said he didn't feeling overwhelmingly stronger than before. 

Either way, his mind had been filled to the brim, so he had little time to speak with Cyn. He didn't like the way he acted around her, it was... so unlike him. It reminded him a bit of Cringle too which only added to his confusion. After the lesson was done, he walked up to Gray with a smug expression on his face, hands tucked in his pockets. 

"Yo, I got words for you," he told him rashly.