[center][h1]Revan[/h1][/center]

"Hmph, Sorry girlie, those conditions aren't acceptable." Revan said, his features unknown beneath the helm of his Bulwark armor. Whistling a little tune to himself, he proceeded to walked towards his foe at a sedate pace. He didn't respond to his taunts, for such things weren't his style and only gave your enemy time to act. Actions were the only thing Revan knew and respected in battle, everything else was simply useless bluster.

As he approached, he suddenly stopped, but the whistling didn't, the tune getting higher and higher for a reason unknown until, suddenly, it stopped too. Then the ground beneath Ira exploded, and from it came the two bulwark constructs that Revan had summoned to fetch him the barrels. Revan's whistling was a command heard by them to transform into hydras again, burrow underneath his foe, then atrack when the melody stopped. They'd each struck with a hard fist, one to the gut, the other wen5 straight for the crotch shot(Revan was not merciful, not in the slightest). After the attack, theh'd shift into hydras and slither over to Revan before reforming again, standing in front of him with an equally dispassionate stance.

"Now than, run aling young one. Stick around, and you'll end up getting hurt . . . unless the other little girl wishes to throw in the towel." His tone towards Ira was malciously mocking, a warning sign that he was rather pissed off with the mage. If Ira was smart, now would be the time to back off.

[center][h1]Aiden Cross[/h1][/center]

Takawould suddenly recieve a smack on her head, a chill on her shoulder, amd suddenly get dragged back towards the guild hall by a frantic Aiden.

"Are you fucking insane Taka, stay the hell out of that fight! I don't care how much you might be crushing for mr. gloom and doom, but he's already a lost cause andif you try to get involved, shit will end badly. Leave this to the S-class wizards, they know how to handle that monster better than we do."

Aiden respected tge amount of courage the girl had, he really did, but she hadn't been in the war. She didn't see the shit he had seen, didn't see what kind of devastation that man had wrought by himself. He wasn't called the 'Lord of Slaughter' for shits and giggles. [i]I feel sorry for that fucker, he could'v3 picked anyone else, and this'd be over. Revan, he just doesn't stop until he knows that whoever he's fighting is dead, beaten, or broken.[/i]

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