"That's the name, don't wear it out," Lark spat, pointing his sword at Rajaka, "Looks like I made it in the nick of time. Fancy that luck!"

	[color=fff200]"I'm pretty sure that THIS RIGHT HERE IS BREACHING THE RULES OF THE TOURNAMENT!"[/color] Rajaka shouted. But as he turned towards the announcer, and the audience, he noticed that all of them had already fled. The entire arena was empty, leaving the two of them alone to fight. The only one left was Zelriane. Rajaka was dumbfounded by the fact that he hadn't noticed sooner. [color=fff200]"...ANYONE!?"[/color] Lark walked over to Jenso while Rajaka was having a fit and knelt by his side. 

	"I'll explain why I'm here later, kid. Great job so far. I'll take it from here," Lark insisted, grasping the hilt of his sword with both hands as he stood up. "Ready Pij?" He asked his familiar. Pij squawked and began to glow furiously, inching towards Lark. He leaned his shoulder against Pij's wing, and in a flash of light, the two of them disappeared, and reappeared, with new characteristics.

	Lark's muscle mass expanded and his skin was overrun by green tribal markings, spelling out ancient myths in the dead Gaian language. His eye burned brightly, and his shoulder flexed outward, expanding into a giant pair of angel-like Wings.

	[h2][i]"One with Nature!"[/i][/h2]

	[color=fff200]"...Zelriane, this man transformed into a bird. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING could have prepared me for the events currently unfolding before me,"[/color] Rajaka shouted, still looking at Lark. Zelriane didn't respond. [color=fff200]"Whatever, I'll grow my arm back eventually. I think I'll only need one to take care of-"[/color]

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	A loud thump sounded, and Rajaka stopped talking. Suddenly, Lark was behind him, and his blade was coated in a few droplets of blood. The golden giant turned around slowly, taken by complete surprise, as he other arm was sliced clean off. [color=fff200]"Z-Z-Zelriane! This guy's faster than.."[/color]

	[color=00a651]"I saw,"[/color] Zelriane said, appeared next to Rajaka in the blink of an eye.

	[color=fff200]"I-I-I'm gonna..."[/color] Rajaka grunted and groaned angrily. The flesh over his right arm's stump bubbled, and his chest began to pulsate.

	[color=00a651]"Shadra is on her way, I would imagine. Your void's distortion will call to her in time."[/color] Zelriane stood between Rajaka and Lark afterwards, and narrowed his eyes. He was thrown slightly off balance, as was Lark, but a sudden upset. It seemed, that without regard for his own life, Rajaka charged towards Jenso without either of his arms. His steps felt even heavier now, shaking the very foundation of not only the arena, but the entire [i]kingdom.[/i]

	[h2][color=fff200]"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"[/color][/h2] 
	Lark stepped forward, but wasn't able to move quite as quickly as before. Zelriane also blocked his path, and delivered a quick jab into the base of his sword. Rajaka was on a collision course with Jenso, and it was certain, that he was doomed.

	Moments before the impact though, a torrent of water struck Rajaka's right leg, sending him into a tumble, past Jenso, and towards his left. Mikey dashed towards him and knelt by his side, with a wide smile.

	"Looks like things aren't going so well over here!" Mikey teased.