[color=ed1c24]"Go? Don't you think we deserve a bit of a break?"[/color] Jaakuna whined, finding himself not a fan of Nadeline's idea. 

Despite not wanting to follow the storm at its pulse and instead of wanting to sit and relax as the task of conquering the Zodiac Spear had all but been completed, he knew what Nadeline had said to be the course of action he must take. There was no doubting the source of where that pulse came from. Jaakuna had always used his gut feeling and the general location was where he recalled Grant and the others were at. Still, there was this large part of him - the lazy, unmotivated Jaakuna part - that didn't want to.

He stalled by slowly getting up, stretching, thus stalling for another half-minute. After a while, he felt the livid fire burst within his head, though suddenly a fire erupted around him, but this wasn't a fire that was harmless to the Archadian Prince. No, he knew exactly the source of this fire.

[color=ed1c24]"Okay, [b][i]okay![/i][/b]"[/color] Jaakuna whined, feeling Belias' impatience rising to a literal boiling point, [color=ed1c24]"be sure to watch over the spear for me!"[/color]

[color=crimson]"He means Savayna!"[/color] Belias' voice broke through Jaakuna's mouth.

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah, her too.."[/color] Jaakuna rolled his eyes, giving Nadeline one last nod before jolting away as he took to the higher reaches of the spacious library, expanding the amount of distance he would've taken had he walked. Though his sense of direction could leave something to be desired for, at some point he'd run into the others. It was only a matter of finding the right path to take.
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[color=fff79a]"How cowardly.."[/color]

As one could only imagine, Wesley was entirely disappointed in the Creature. For all of his talk about being superior in every single sense of the word, he found his lack of doing the fighting himself to be cowardly. At least when he was presented with a fight, no matter how much it bothered him, Zodiark would take on all comers. But, if Wesley must deal with a copy of himself in order to get his date with the devil, then so be it.

[color=fff79a]"Let it be known that you are high on my list, Creature,"[/color] Wesley announced to him, raising his long sword as it glistened with a bright light. 

His copy came for him at the same time that the copies of Emiri and Grant came for their counterparts. Each had gone forth using their unique fighting styles. While Grant stuck to his guns and Emiri floated gracefully, Wesley and his Nega-Wesley clashed blades, producing a rather brilliant display of black and white. They were completely the same, yet their magicks were equally opposing to each other. Wesley represented truth and justice; a light that was as divine as his bloodline, meanwhile Nega-Wesley had a vile mist that had the air itself distorting around him. Truly something to permit disgust.

But alas, Wesley and Nega-Wesley kept at the speed of their strikes. They parried each others' blows perfectly. When one went for a lunging stab, the other deflected it with a cross slash. When one went for multiple slices in all directions, the other, while in a counterclockwise motion, did the same. Not one missed a beat.

[color=fff79a]"This is quite exhilarating, is it not?"[/color]