[h1]Nidhogg[/i]

A small smile danced across Nidhogg face as he saw the three young ones cower in fear in his presence. While they had nothing to truly fear from him, as he'd taken a liking to all of them, he never let them know that. It was always good to make sure that they never got to comfortable with him, as he knew that the second Georgie wasn't a constant danger to his well being, he'd likely devour them all. The thought of their pint-sized guild master dampened his smile a tad,but he cleared it from his head for now, turning his attention back to the woman, raising an eyebrow as her heard her complain about Arthur trying to keep the others in line. "Oh, is that so? Arthur, while I'm sure that Georgie appreciates your puppy-like devotion to her, you should remember to relax enjoy yourself. No need to be so tense all of the time. Besides, you should realize that nothing is going to come of you trying to gain the affection of the psychotic bitch, right?"

Nidhogg made no attempt to hide the hatred that enters his voice as he spoke of their guild master, the more he thought about her, the deeper the scowl that was beginning to form on his face became. However, when Jessica came over, unabashedly unafraid of him as she normally was, he took a slight breath. "I should take my own advice and just enjoy the coming battles. It has been a while, indeed Jessica. Been busy doing errands for Georgie for the past month or so, suppressed to be doing one now in fact, but how could I miss the final day of the first Grand Magic Games in years. If she has a problem with it, she can come and tell me herself. I'm always glad to . . . debate with her." He tussled Jessica's hair a bit, a small smirk on his face, before he looked between Anya and the rest of them, finality noticing how she had greeted them and how the new woman had greeted Anya in return. "OH, so you've all met Anya before, then that saves me the trouble of having to introduce her. I met her while I was lazing about in the Phoenix Wing section. I believe we're currently engaged in a small game, where she tries to strip my clothes in order to find my guild mark, and I try to make it as difficult as possible for her. I made it in jest, but she's taken to it with a somewhat worrying level of determination, it makes me fear to be alone with her. Who knows what she'd do to me in a dark alley." 

Nidhogg spoke in an over-dramatic tone, taking a mock pose of fear in the presence of Anya, before collapsing into a small fit of chuckles. Once he had finished , he turned his attention back to the woman, wondering whether or not he should kill her. The way she had mentioned Arthur's need to keep people out of trouble had set off some alarm bells in his head, but killing a mage was never a quiet affair and the last thing he wanted right now was to draw unwanted attention. Besides, she could be a potential recruit, as Shadow Hear was always accepting. "So, madam, while I've given my own name, you've still yet to give your own. Shall I have to resort to asking one of my companions before I learn it?"

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[h1][color=DarkRed]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1]

As Gabriel escaped into the trees, the only response he'd hear from Argus was a light chuckle as the marooned haired mage turned around, walking back to through the forest and continuing his way towards the camp. [i]Another comment made of Naivety, to think that all magic is simply a tool for the caster, and is never the other way around.[/i] Argus looked at his hand, his mind flashing back to the day where he first used his maid in ernest. The rage, the hatred, the despair, everything he felt had been consumed by this vessel that had grown within him. . . and it was hungry for more. Everyday it pushed him, probing his mind for weak points in his sanity and defenses so that it could bring out those emotions again, so that it could feed more on his suffering. Feeding it the anger and negativity helped to ease the assaults, but the effect was always temporary. Sooner or later, the game would be on again, as he fought the side of himself that just wanted to give in fully to the dark magic that coursed through his veins.

[i][colorDarkRed]You know the words. . . you have the tome . . . you NEED the power . . . ascend, Argus, ascend to divinity so that nothing and no one can ever be taken from you again.[/color][/i]

The voice of his other side came again, whispering in his mind and filing his mind with images and feelings he had long since gave up on trying to bury in the depth of his subconscious. The dark exhilaration as his blade cut through flesh, as he saw the yes of his foe glaze over, the life draining from them as the crowd around him roared with a primal shout. He had said he was forced to kill, and that had been true . . at first. But as the days turned to months, and the months to years, he felt something in him embrace the savagery of the arena. He felt a part of him want to lose the last vestige of humanity, to fully devote themselves to the act of killing. If not for his sister . . . he would've long given in. She had kept him human, kept him honest, reminded him of what he needed to be if he ever wanted to truly be free of that place. 

[i][color=DarkRed]And what did that get you? What did that get her? You killed all of your closest friends for her, and what did that accomplish but your own guilt and her death! You are weak, Argus, and you'll always be weak as long as you cling to those ideals. Give in to your bloodlust, or this conflict will destroy you.[/color][/i]

[i] . . . yeah . .  and maybe I deserve to be destroyed? What good am I, with powers that can only destroy, kill, and never truly protect anything. This magic is a perfect representation of all negative human emotions, cause eventually, if you let them, they'll lead to nothing but your own self-destruction[/i]

Argus returned to the camp lost in his thoughts, not looking where he was going and not really caring either. 

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