[b][h3]Vittorio and Galbrek[/h3][/b]

Vittorio narrowed his eyes, not as angry as some might expect but in a painful manner before his echoing voice was heard yet again.

[b][color=6ecff6]"My brush with death has been a long one, Celestine..." [/color][/b] The ghostly looking young man finally relaxed and retracted his tentacle like wings as he let go of Celestine, including the one which had been severed by Galbrek.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Your intention is good, but I am not a dreamer. I am a dream chaser. If I do not go after what I feel in my heart, I may lose yet again." [/color][/b] He looked abit disappointed and troubled.[b][color=6ecff6] "Do forgive me. I know of your past and my intention is not to make a mocking out of you. I would not get in the way of your revenge, I would trust your judgement... why can't you trust mine?" [/color][/b] Vittorio's wings flickered and he began to reshape the part that had been cut off, a slightly strained expression forming on his physical self, with a sweaty look on his face. Meanwhile Galbrek had wiped off his attire and used Adam's back as a neatly convinient doormat to wipe his shoes at before he stepped off at the former's hand. Adam didn't make a sound but he slowly got to his feet afterwards, looking worse for wear than before.

[b][color=8882be]"The tea can wait. This matter cannot. Gather what you can, I doubt anyone will come down here to see this half-corpse anyways. He has no friends alive anymore after all." [/color][/b] Galbrek said with a matter of fact voice, certain it would irk both Vittorio and Celestine who could possibly be regarded as somewhat connected to the former.

[b][color=8882be]"Adam, get yourself in shape. You look terrible. We are going back to grab my new toy. Best don't keep me waiting you two. I hate to be disappointed." [/color][/b] Galbrek moved out through the door and Adam offered both Vittorio and Celestine an appologetic bow with his upper body.

Vittorio remained silent for awhile after Galbrek had left the room.

[b][color=6ecff6]"That boy's words are poison. But even so I cannot turn a blind eye to this. If I don't go I will die of regret. If you could would you turn back time to change things if you could, Celestine? In my case turning back time would not change anything at all. I never regretted what I did, and had I been given a second try I would have done the same thing. The only difference is that now I have the power I did not have back then. Now I have the means necessary to get revenge." [/color][/b] His gaze shifted and pointed to his physical body. [b][color=6ecff6]"I don't have much time left in any case. I don't have to be a doctor to know this. But it is fine. All I want is to have my revenge. Don't you want the same?" [/color][/b] The ghostly figure turned to Celestine. [b][color=6ecff6]"I will go now. Please do not stop me. Lest you seek to become like those you were subjected to back then?" [/color][/b] He began to float towards the doorway, looking over his ghostly shoulder to Celestine.


Meanwhile Galbrek and Adam had just exited the building by the same door they entered. Outside they went to the mailboy's bike and then Galbrek stretched his arms abit.

[b][color=8882be]"I really do not like this bike for transportation, it is very uncomfortable and makes me very weary. I guess it cannot be helped. Get back to it, Adam."[/color][/b] Galbrek said as he climbed up in front on the bike where the mail packages would have been carried and directed Adam to drive back to the Midnight tournament area.

[color=7bcdc8]"Yes... master Galbrek."[/color] Adam said in a slightly tired way, but without any hesitation to the task he had been given.



[i][color=fff200]Meanwhile at the tournament grounds...[/color][/i]


Bertrand had been slammed into the ground at immense speed and power, sending a crackling sound through his entire body. And Wolf, the one who had so aptly grabbed him noticed how Bertrand's face began to crack, leaving thin lines all over it as he connected with the ground. The young man called Wolf, at least that was what the girl had yelled out had successfully slammed him down and was now pointing his weapon to Bertrand's throat.

Darla gave a slight pout and then quickly jumped back on seeing William attempt to take her out. She was smaller than the other dolls, but also a little quicker. She gathered her given power and her fists blazed up in purple energy and she tightened her right fist and slammed it right into William's hand. [color=7bcdc8]"Eyyyy!"[/color] She cried out.

A loud cracking sound was heard soon after and then a like a rain of pottery shards on the floor. Her energized punch had not been strong enough to withstand William's palm, her fist had shattered on impact and sent ripples all the way up to almost her shoulder, leaving only a little stump left.

[color=7bcdc8]"Ahh! My arm... I-I-...I am not broken.. I can still be of use to you..uhh...uhh.."[/color] Panic and oddly enough tears starting to form on her cheeks, her face slowly shaking from side to side in disbelief. Bertrand had been taken down even easier. As if he wasn't even a challenge, it annoyed him and his eyes narrowed slightly.

[color=7bcdc8]"Why... you..."[/color] Bertrand said in a low tone with the weapon at his throat.

[i][color=7bcdc8]At this rate we'll all die here... but If we come back to the master without success we will... [/color][/i]
[color=7bcdc8]"Darla! Run!"[/color] He yelled out, trying to grab the weapon pointed at him and manifested a purple ball of energy in his other hand which he slammed into the ground before him, seeking to take down Wolf along with him.


Celine was slowly stepping backwards, trying to hold unto Andras and was ready to project her energy barrier would she have to. But she was worried it might not be enough, she tried to keep Andras in front of her to deter Vernon from attacking her while she was slowly trying to step back from the fighting area.

[color=7bcdc8]"We only want the girl. Let us go now and none will be hurt. You cannot risk attacking me while this girl's life is on the line."[/color] Celine tried to talk Vernon out of attacking her, perhaps to buy time for her to get further away. Bertrand was trying to buy her time, Darla was not doing too well. This was going pretty badly.

Darla had reacted ofcourse to Bertrand's scream to her and done a backflip over near Celine. Holding up her remaining arm in a desperate manner of defense. [color=7bcdc8]"They are too strong! The master will... he will...we are all going to become junk!"[/color] She said out loud in a voice which could only be described as utter terror.

[i][color=7bcdc8]Bertrand... damn it all.[/color][/i] Celine thought to herself seeing the blast ahead. [color=7bcdc8]"We won't as long as we have the girl. Back off! You hear me?!"[/color] Celine snarled and looked around like an angry lioness.