Axcel smirked away as the boy engulfed his body in flames, finding it cute that he thought that would provide him any sort of protection from his daggers! Dashing forwards Axcel twisted and hopped over the fireballs with a amazing athletic ability that most mages lacked, though despite this the boys speed kept him from getting any nearer to him. "Tch, you are just wasting time. As soon as that effect wears off I will punish you for wasting my time." 

It was right then that the flame clones appeared "What?! You can make so many? Huh, still not enough!" The guild master, unlike before, was aiming for killing blows on the clones but it was more or less even with how many of them there were around him fighting, if he didn't have the daggers he would have been done for. After dealing with the three clones Axcel turned his attention to the main body, however he failed to notice the other clone dropping down, grabbing him and causing him to wince from pain "AH Damn you!" His daggers ripped the clone apart, but too late to defend himself from Measha's attack, forcing him to attack as well. 

"A worm like you could never beat me!!" After the conflict Axcel peered down to the shared of ice stabbed into his chest, though not a lethal hit it was still hurting. "A-As expected you couldn't beat me..." It was then that the shredded clone rose again and grabbed onto both Axcel and the sharde, causing steam to fly out as it melted into the wound. "W-What?!" Slowly his smoke changed color from a ash gray into a golden color. At the moment Axcel tried to stab into the clone the smoke caught aflame and detonated into a bright flash, sending him flying across the ground. "Ah..... I see... *cough* Uhhh..." 

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"No one was really hurt, we only wished to stop you from growing, to allow us to grow in your place... Now though" His eyes peered over to the fight between the two boys and the guild master. "It seems that ends here." Cloth spread across the ground, suddenly shooting towards Kaldis to attempt to grab onto him and throw him away into one of the near by tables. "Sorry about this.. I dont want to fight but we were ordered too." 

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Meanwhile Orin was trapped within a pillar of goo, the old man firing his cane over and over again at him, looking more than a little upset about the fact it had little effect on the large man. "Why, wont, you, go, down! Give up already!" With a determined look in his eyes, Orin started to slowly drag himself through the goo, surprising the old man as he increased the canes fire rate "Stop! Damn it why don't you-," Rising his fist Orin punched it so hard that the goo tore open and allowed him to follow through into smashing his fist into the old mans face, sending him flying away. Standing in the drying goo Orin rubbed the back of his head as his body was smoking from magic impacts. "I feel kind of bad for doing that..."