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[color=00aeef][b]FERRIS[/b][/color]

[color=00aeef]"Holy crap that's gruesome!"[/color] Ferris accidentally shouted out at the sight of Nolan cleaving Indigo's clone into two halves. He expected the clone to disappear into a puff of smoke or fade away, not explode with blood and brains. His face was as pale as a sheet and wrapped his arms around his stomach from a sickening feeling crawling around in it. [color=00aeef]"That was...shocking and yet Nolan of Phoenix Wing isn't phased by it. It's like watching a butcher killing livestock.  It's a bit disconcerting to know that someone like him is in this guild..."[/color] He cleared his throat and wiped the sweat off his head with his sleeve. [color=00aeef]"It seems like the remaining participants are running out of time! Who is going to win this round?"[/color]

[@Lugubrious]
[color=00746b][b]NOLAN[/b][/color]

Blood? So it was really a living being with real flesh and blood. This was different than placing souls in his ashes or seeing someone create a basic clone that would've disappeared in an instant after getting killed. This was Living Magic, or at the very least, a magic that came very close to the black magic. Nolan looked down at the pathetic corpse and sighed. Had he known that she was a living creature he would've subdued her, not cleave her in two. If he could bring her back to life he would've, but it was a mistake that he can't undo. Still, things like death hardly shook him up and this was no exception. If he felt guilty for every person he killed he would've been dead from guilt eating away at him. It was only death, nothing serious.

A white hand made of accumulated souls morphed from his back and reached out to the bed of the pond, grabbing the yellow lacrima before reeling back to Nolan, dropping it into his palm. He had to get moving. He could only imagine that mama bear was going to come after him for killing her clone and he was starting to run out of time. [color=00746b]"Ugh, what a drag. Let's just hope that I won't have to go through any bull." [/color] His pupils turned white and saw pulses from spirits that had found the locations of the lacrima on his map. Deciding to go to the nearest one to his location, he flew on a pile of ashes towards its location. In a short span of time he arrived in the middle of the deserted streets though there wasn't anything remarkable about it. Just where could it be? Scratching his head, the spirit that located the lacrima floated down from a tree, followed by the sounds of chirping birds. Nolan approached the tree and climbed up it until he found himself staring at a birds nest filled with eggs and a red lacrima. [color=00746b]"Huh this is easy."[/color] He pocketed the red lacrima and before he could climb down, mama bird flew straight towards Nolan's face screeching loudly. [color=00746b]"H-hey go away! Damn bird!"[/color] With a thump, Nolan landed on his back, glaring at the tree. 

Hopping onto his feet, he dusted himself off and flew off to his next location. He arrived at a church and as soon as he walked in he saw that the lacrima, a blue one this time, was placed openly in the center of a large cross. This was way too easy. There had to be a catch. Sadly enough, he was right. Taking another step, a large book swung open and a tornado of papers flew around until it molded into a golem that took up half of the building. [color=00746b]"Ugh...what a waste of time."[/color] He threw his fist forward and a compressed beam of black ashes shot from his fist, obliterating the golem's head. The being burst into many sheets of paper and not wasting a single moment, Nolan grabbed he blue lacrima and walked out of the church.