Axcel was taken by surprise as the speedy assault that Measha unleashed against him! He was not expecting the kid to move so fast, but in his mind he thought about how it could have happened. 'damn it, it was what that brat did! What did he use to give him such power?' Just at that moment he smashed against the wall that Measha threw him to, the wall cracking from the sheer impact. 

"You..." Spitting to the ground he saw his own blood "You little ant. You dare to make me bleed? I will show you no mercy for this!" Standing up from the ground Axcel reached behind his back, pulling out two very thin daggers, lifting them out to his sides in a cross like shape. "Secret Smoke Magic Art: Ghostly swordsmen" Breathing in deeply he soon bellowed out smoke from his pipe, it floating under his arms just as he dropped the daggers, which were caulght within the smoke and spun around as if being used by human hands. Right then... Now the real fight starts!"

Dashing forwards Axcel went in for a uppercut, though it was slow compared to Measha right now, the true intent was one of his knives, and given there was four directions he could attack right now, it would be impossible to avoid the surprise attack. The dagger would pierce his arms flesh before the other was aimed for his other one, thankfully Measha got back in time. "You may be faster you brat, but you still only have four places to attack from.. Oh, sorry three... Heheheh" Suddenly Measha would feel his arm go numb, also preventing him from using his magic with said arm.

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"Yeah... It is pointless, all of it is... Well, maybe. Oh I am Mumford Strap by the way... If you cared..." Strap gave out a sigh as he swayed from side to side, giving off a depressing aura as he was doing so. "We are just sick of it you know... Always being the underdogs. This guild has always been a place that helped fellow guilds that were just starting off and one by one they became great and well known guilds..." Another sense came off now, almost a sense of anger as he clenched his fist. 

"Not us though, we remained here, always helping never getting... We even helped a guild you may know today as Blue Pegasus" That would make this guild pretty old given the Blue Pegasus legacy. "Despite this they never helped us back, not when they reached the top we were forgotten... Then Axcel took over, swore we would never be left behind again to guilds that were weaker than us...." Strap was distracted at this point, looking to Axcel fighting.

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Orin was still battleing the old man, though he had gotten himself into a little bit of trouble as he was stuck in the goo that he had created "I see you are stronger than your copies. Ugh" The old man was surprised at first but chuckled it off "Oh, so you figured that out huh? Well, it matters not I shall deal with you and then help my grandson Axcel." Raising his cane the bottom flipped open and a huge blast of magical energy shot off, slamming into Orin and burning away the goo. "Heh, young people these days don't know how to-," Suddenly Orin burst out from the top of the magical beam, slightly burned but clearly ok as the chains he had used to protect himself started to go back into their shackles "Chain Fist!" Suddenly the old man produced a wall of goo, but both it and him were pushed back from the sheer power of it. 

"Heh, I was taught by someone much older than you. So don't get cocky"