Remembering the Past.(Open to any hero)

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan's only move was to punch the sickle with his sturdy gauntlet/metal knuckles, causing it to retract right back into A.B.A's hands, she was ready again.

He had used the last of his magic to give himself a bit of willpower and faster reflexes, but he growled, knowing he was out of tricks and that pure skill and strategy would have to do it here.

"Alright guys. I hear you. But I wouldn't kill her even if she tried to kill me. She doesn't deserve death for being loyal." He smiled lightly at Gensayce, and put up his hands again, rushing in, he heard Zee over his shoulder too, grinning.

He thought to himself, 'You just get your sleep..This'll be awhile..'

Ayalan knew he was outmatched especially cause of his weaker armor against a weapon like a scythe. He himself only had fist power and speed. So That's exactly what he would use.

He stepped right up to A.B.A., and simply dodged to the right, "Why do you want to kill me- *A flash suddenly appeared* just because we have different *another flash and he was to her left* opinions?" He then slid to the side, his hands behind his back, "I wouldn't call myself ignorant as much as...fun loving..." He put his hand to his chin to think about it..."Maybe a bit of just enjoying life. I mean, we think about it, you've hit me...twice or three times now compared to my zero."
He tossed a knuckle toward her to falter her, "And I guess if you really want a fight, that'll have to change."

He knew the weapon was a burden, but he was curious as to one idea. He rushed toward her again, but this time, without fun and trying to convince her he wasn't a threat; however instead, with a true intent in mind, albeit, it may have been a stupid idea.

[A.B.A.]

A.B.A. scowled in frustration as attack after attack missed their mark. The young mercenary moved so swiftly it was all she could do to use only the sickle portion of her weapon. Her strikes got wild, hoping to simply move faster in hopes of outmatching Aya's defensive moves. When his punch came at her, she was all too unprepared for it. The metal fist struck it's mark and knocked her a couple steps back.

Rubbing the tender wound for only a moment, she glared back at him. "This isn't a game. Why aren't you taking this seriously?" Her voice rattled, shaking from the monotonous tone ever so slightly. Snapping the chained blade back to her hands, Paracelsus glowed once more before appearing as a pair of short swords. Dashing towards her foe she let loose a barrage of thrusts and swipes.

"You don't understand." A horizontal swipe. "This is about everything." Ducking low she swept for his feet. "Even if you only care for yourself, you must understand your life is at stake!" She thrust both blades forward towards his chest as she pounced from her position.

[Zee]

Zee watched all this intently. Of course, nobody knew he was watching, as he was projecting himself out of his body. That woman looked slightly familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen her. Deciding to have a little fun, he mumbled some words. Out of nowhere, two tiny rocks came towards the couple from the sky. They each tapped the right shoulder of the fighters. His body smiled and shifted.

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan shook his hand for the moment he had made his mark. For a girl, A.B.A's stature stayed strong against such a punch, even with the metal knuckle on. He then folded his arms and listened to her at first seem very annoyed, and then she came at him out of nowhere, but he was only prepared to counter a scythe with weight.

Instead, he saw a dual pair of swords, and his left eye rose as he put up his gauntlet to block the right sword, but the left sword left more than a few slashes along his bare arm and even cut through the exposed parts of his chest. He evened out the wounds with a switching of the arms. In particular, the horizontal slash made its mark, making his armor a bit loose. Her Sweep had failed but he had very quick feet and just barely jumped it, but the double sword knocked him back, a couple feet away from her as he felt his stomach, and gave a weak hearted laugh. He kneeled up for a moment when the barrage seemed done.

"....13 to 1. You're beating me." He breathed in slowly and stood up. Bloody from his sides and arms, he raised them again and stared A.B.A. in the eyes from their defiant positions, "He grabbed her blades, gripping them tightly as she approached again, and looked up at her. His eyes shone a brighter yellow it seemed, and a knee came toward her gut. "Life..life is a game. It's fun." Now he attempted another knee. "It starts and ends and at this rate, it looks like one of us is trying to leave this alive." He felt something hit his shoulder, and he really nearly freaked, he had to come up with a plan if this was a ruse and someone else got involved.

He let go of the blades, and his speed started up again. He side dodged to look at her from the left. He saw no one behind him as Aya figured he should continue this. "But you know..it's.." He flashed across to her back and spoke again, "its just so much more fun when you're not alone." He flashed again to her right with his bloodied arms behind his back. "I knew what it was like to be alone. I had a family once, just like you do." He grinned at her.

"But she's dead now. So what do I do? I do what you would do if the Saints failed. Find retribution by myself and find a family that I can fit in." He then flashed to her back again, grappling a hand around her arms, trying to limit her slashing, he would try to flip her from behind with his one arm due to the bloodlust that created this angered rush. "We're the same. That's what you don't understand." He used all of his power in that throw now, to see if it either created distance so he could quickly patch himself up, or if it would be damaging.

[Van]

Van grumbled as he picked up firewood. Why did he have to pick up firewood? Then again, if they sent Nia, the wood would be on fire when it got back. Since this place was a bit secluded from civilization, he had left his sleeves at the camp. As he picked up sticks and logs, his mind wandered to the one Saint that had ran away. Van still couldn't remember his name, nor did he really care to.

(If you guys don't want Van to join the battle, say so and he'll finish the wood and walk away.)

[Ayalan]

((No worries. Van can join in. Gives the others something to do too))

[A.B.A.]

A.B.A. felt the resistance of flesh meet her blades as she lashed out at Aya, the feeling of each hit driving her on more and more. "If you don't have the sense to fight for real, then I'll at least spare you from the crueler death that one of the other Saints would give you." A.B.A. moved in, assured her readied weapons would deliver the final blow now. Yet her foe's sudden aggressiveness once again put her off balance. Before she knew it her hands were caught and her stomach aching from two knee strikes to it.

She gasped deeply for air, trying desperately to strike at Aya as he blitzed all around her. Her last attack left her arm overextended, prime for him to throw her. She collided with a harsh thump, tumbling against the dirty ground before at last skidding to a stop. A.B.A. picked herself off, dusting the filth from her body as she gulped air inside her. There was a strange solemnness to her expression now, the anger seemingly dissipated. "I'm... I... sorry. Sorry to, hear of your loss. Sorry that... that the world has not been kind to you either. But most of all, I'm sorry that you can't see the truth when it's looking you right in the face."

A.B.A.'s hands clasped together, and the twin blades joined as light once more before forming as a polearm. A.B.A. turned it slowly from hand to hand as she'd tried to keep her mind focused. "The Saints are not my family, and you and I couldn't be more different. I am a monster bound by duty, a life born out of regret and raised in shame." Her voice warbled, a hint of pain behind her words. "The only ones who understand me are those that have lived as a the tools of others. He..." Her hands stretched out, holding out her weapon for Aya to see. "He understands me."

"I will offer you this only more last time Aya. Tell me why you hold back, even when you know what I am. Do this and I will leave. I do not want your blood, but I will rid your presence from my mind one way or another!" A.B.A. widened her stance, sinking low to the ground as she held the steel weapon in her hands, ready to meet with an attack.

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan looked up and watched her, with a few deep breathes, he had to resist following up with any attacks, he really didn't want to hurt her, and his own arms were aching.

By now he was holding his arms to create clots by pressing tightly, and he looked up at A.B.A. as she arose again. He got into his own fighting position, but she was talking again, this time much more calmly.

"..A tool?..." Ayalan patted the slashed tattoo on his arm for her, "Then you and I aren't so different afterall." He grinned, and looked at the weapon, she referred to it as a He. "That explains the abilities that weapon has..He can talk too can't he?..I've seen the cold face he has. You two share a bond much more than I." He then lifted up his gauntlets, and attempted to pull them off. They were stuck, and created a vorpal sound everytime, as if something was warning him not to.

"And I've been on your mind? I'm glad to know it." He smiled lightly, and spoke again, "I don't like to fight you because you remind me of ... ...her. " He put his hands in his pockets, and then spoke up again, "The stories are too much the same, they just have different events with the same end result. I don't go all out and fight seriously..c..cause...." He paused a moment to intake air, his arms felt terrible, "..Because you are not my enemy. The Saints may be the heroes' enemies by chance, but my mission is regarding the fall of Trucido. Nothing more. Once that's done, who knows. Maybe I'll invite you for a spar before you destroy the world."

He grinned lightly and then looked up, "The Saints. Yourself..You're not evil. You're just angered. And Against the wrong people. You may feel like all humankind must die..but for what true reasons? I've been branded as a defiant of two kingdoms, I've lost my wife serving one, and I lost my free will serving another. I lost my family and my son. There's nothing left for me, and I should be doing what you're doing." He sighed.

"But I'm not. Because I enjoy life regardless. I enjoy thrills, emotion, the drive of battle. I will one day perhaps avenge the death of my wife in full. But until then, I'll enjoy what time I have left.."..He laughed to himself.."Which could be only another twenty seconds.."

[Van]

"A.B.A., your hurt!" Van had suddenly appeared on the edge of the clearing. "I heard the commotion, what's going on?"

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

Gensayce released the hand gripping the tip of his spear swinging it around his neck before deftly pointing it at the man who approached them "This is their fight" he growled his head tilted to the side threateningly as he moved his foot back and gripped the centre of the shaft, taking a defensive position between the main battle and the man.

[A.B.A.]

A.B.A. listened. Despite the hair trigger on which she had sat mere seconds ago, she stood still and listened to Aya's words. Once he had finished speaking, she rose back to a normal stance, her weapon glowing before changing back to it's original form. "I see. No matter my form, it is not me you see." A.B.A. let out a small laugh, weak and mired in unease. "Memory truly is a cruel master isn't it?"

"Aya..." She paused for a moment, unsure of the words she was looking to say. "We are not evil people, but anyone is capable of doing great evil. If you really love life, and should you truly hope for the day when you will avenge your family, then you will put aside your conflicted feelings and give your all to put an end to me the next time we meet."

She turned her back on him, swinging her blade to her back, it's eyes focusing on Aya with a silent intensity. "However, don't think for a moment I'll make it easy for you. I have my own goals and my own whims, and I cannot find worth in the killing of a man who won't even fight with all he's got to give."

She walked towards Van, not even bothering to give Gensayce so much as a glance. She body bruised slightly, she winced only a moment as she threw her arms around him and whispered. "Sorry to make you worry."

[Van]

Van shook his head. "It's ok." He hoped he wasn't blushing. "Here," he said, bringing out salve from his jacket, "this was meant for Gramps, but I'm sure he won't mind."

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan grinned lightly at the scenes coming up as he held his arms, he was bleeding rather profusely as he started to wrap himself up with papyrus based bandages that he took a good long time to make, speaking only toward Gensayce at first.

"They're leaving. Let them go. This is a fight that can't happen yet.." He affirmed, and then as he finished up, his arms were covered in these paper looking bandages. "Hey..A.B.A." He held up his arms, and the bandages on his body. "Our forms don't look so different though."

He could only smirk to her, and toss her a brass knuckle, "Take that as my promise that I'll have a fight with you. And When that fight comes for certain?.."

Ayalan folded his arms, and nodded with the true decision in mind. "We'll take it as a friendly spar. A friendly spar to see which of us gets to finish this torment known as life." He nodded to Van.

"She's slightly hurt. I'm sorry for any trouble I've caused you both." He bowed lightly, a man of honor as he put his remaining knuckle away.

"Whatever happens to us though..You don't die. You don't die unless it's by my hand, and I don't die unless its by yours. That's my only stipulation." Ayalan laughed to himself and looked up, "Who knows. Maybe we'll fight along side each other one day. Our world is too full of surprises."

He walked up next to Gensayce, and put a hand out to A.B.A.

..."Til the end."

[A.B.A.]

"Sweet as always Van. Thank you." She moved off of Van and took the salve, only to turn back to see Aya still addressing her. She looked at him questioningly, thinking their business had ended with her parting words. Reaching out she caught the brass knuckles, holding them up to the moonlight as she examined them. She looked at him, curious and thus furious at him. She had just managed to put him out of her mind only for him to try and bind them in a promise.

A.B.A tossed the offering down beside Aya. "Sorry, but my life is not mine to promise to you Aya. If fate should have us meet in combat, then you will have your match. Until then..." She moved away slowly, pausing only to make sure that Van was coming with her. As she entered back to the thick brush, her head turned back towards the young mercenary. Such an odd one.

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

Gensayce had lowered his stance and now stood holding the spear behind him, the tip pointing to the ground with the shaft facing the sky at a 45 degree angle "I cannot figure them out, no matter how much thought I put into it their intentions make no sense to me..." He sounded almost dissapointed with himself, he could usually judge a persons valiance yet they made it so difficult.

Keeping his spear clutched in his left hand he clenched his right hand into a fist and rested it lightly against his cuirass, hovering over his heart "Their minds are filled if not completley blinded by rage and vengence... They do not even realise the good they could do with the strength that they as a group possess" He was frowning beneath the shadows of his helm, only his mouth visible, pressed into a thin line