[h3][color=black][b]Earthland - Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/b]
Rutger Artz[/color][/h3]
For the first time in a long time, suddenly, Rutger burst out laughing. 

"Chaos!? Destruction? Death and War?!" He put a hand over his mouth to make himself stop giggling; this was supposed to be a fight! "By the Celestials, are you being serious? Not even the [i]worst[/i] books I've read have had villains with names [i]that[/i] ridiculous!" After taking a deep breath, he finally managed to compose himself...but he found he didn't feel quite as bad about fighting now as he had before. A combination of open declaration by the trio and the sheer ludicrosity of their names--which were still making him snigger--had served to relax his conscience. 

He faced down War--snrk--more seriously now, quickly taking in his opponent.

[i]That arm and the sword probably make him really good at close combat. Because the arm's mechanical it may have a lot of hidden tricks, and I have no idea what his magic could be. Best choice would be to stay at range and test him out first.[/i]

Raising his hands, he curled the middle finger of one against his palm while keeping the others extended, and placed it in the flat of his other hand as if he were flicking something at War. In fact, that's exactly what he did.

"[color=black][b]Flame God's Angry Sparks![/b][/color]"

Three times Rutger flicked his palm in rapid succession, and each time as the tip of his finger struck his other hand it was like striking a match along a rough surface. At the extension of his finger the spark flew forward like a rocket, a high speed blast of fire. Although the blasts were small and weak, they moved incredibly quickly, leaving black and red trails as they whistled through the air towards War...