A LONE WOLF [ KADAJ/OPEN]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png]XX The Wings Of Freedom Sings [style=width:350px;height:350px;overflow: auto;font-family:calibri;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;line-height: 100%] AWAKENING THE BEAST , fortunately for Miumi upon stepping upon the battle field once more that all too familiar low growl resonated from his throat, which was followed by a low sultry whisper into his ears which spoke only spoke a single command; obliterate thy foes. His head subconsciously craned forward as if nodding his head in acceptance of his command, whilst it drew the attention of a few of the merchants that had a few sparse shops set up nearby. A trickle of sweat had already begun to slide down the right side of his temple in response to the almost overbearing heat of the DALMASCA DESERT . He would close the distance from the gateways where he stood towards the edges of the DALMASCA ESTERSAND , which expanded into a wide desert that was filled with roaming monsters and for someone of his nature money to be made. He since having come to exist as a corporal being of IVALICE had managed to acquire a plethora of jobs, albeit they interlaced often times as being a mark hunter he would find goods he could salvage as a poacher. Luckily, the prestige of being prodigy mark hunter gave him some fame giving him the opportunity to work as a mercenary. In an instant, the sweltering heat of the desert ensnared Miumi and robbed him of his ability to breathe properly for a moment. His hands flowed upwards out of instinct clutching his throat as he forcefully inhaled the dry humid air. It took a moment before he adapted managing to find a comfortable rhythm with his breathing and allowed a feigned sign to escape his lips. A sudden zephyr caused the blistering sand to shoot upwards and caused them to brush against the exposed skin of his legs causing a hiss emanate from between clenched fangs. His ears twisted and flattened slightly in an attempt to prevent the sand from getting within and becoming a nuisance later. A porcelain hand extended upwards brushing sable, which had obscured his vision and briefly parted his bangs revealing the vibrant crimson jewel that had been embedded upon his forehead; proof of his existence and his determination to go on. It was marked with a strangely cryptic and oddly elaborated runic marking, which acted not only as his anchor to this world but a binding of his powers. He would reach into a small pocket of his sable leather jacket retrieving a vibrant crimson ribbon, which would be used to bind up his thick hair. He merely smirked, as he allowed himself to walk on against the desert breeze. His hand would come upwards pushing upon the bridge of his nose where the metallic frames of his glasses lingered. Behind those thin panes of glass were two eyes each that had a different color. While one was a piercing icy blue that chilled the soul the other was a deep chocolate brown which offered warmth in contrast. His tongue snaked outwards running against his lupine like fangs and lingered briefly upon the metallic rings that pierced through his lips at two separate spots. A slight eep would slide from between his lips however as he hadn’t realize how warm the metal felt. Upon closer inspection if someone knew of his occupation, his chose of armor was truly unique. He didn’t favor the heavy armor of judges, despite being high quality and durable it was too cumbersome especially in the heat of the desert. However, he wasn’t scantily clad with most of his chest revealed to the world, instead he had chosen the middle ground. His attire would reflect that chose as he instead chose to wear obsidian colored leather jacket, which presumably dyed that color but also had an added fur lining around the hood, the fur itself had come from one of his marked missions. It was probably odd but in a way, that small achievement made proud and perhaps that was the very reason he refused to take it off. Underneath his jacket, a black t-shirt that was quite form fitting until it came towards his navel, where it chose to split apart causing it to frame and outline his shape. A variety of belts had been laced within the loops of the checkered plaid skirt that was made of leather, however it had cloth sewn overtop of it giving it a little extra padding as well prevented it from sticking to its wearer in the hot humid desert. A holster for his weapon hung loosely at his side and touched the edge of his shoes, which were mostly leather straps, which went from his kneecaps to the soles of the shoes that were made of leather but also had a thin metal plate inside them to enhance their durability. He reached into his pocket pulling out a piece of aged paper that would crinkle as he unfolded it from its fourths. That paper contained some basic information upon his mark and where it could roughly be found, however it also had what other people called it, the ROGUE TOMATO . A distinct sound of a series of erythematic footsteps would cause Miumi’s body to tense upwards and with a quick swish of his tail, as he would push off the ground propelling him to the side placing him behind an imposing stone pillar. However, as a dog of war instinct would cause him to make himself as small as possibly by pressing his back against the jagged stone. His lips would tighten as he attempted to still his breathe and beating heart, despite having been upon the battle field it still gave him that indescribable rush. Unfortunately, it would appear his plan hadn’t been nearly as successful as he had thought as he could hear a low baritone growl emanating from behind him followed by moist dank breathe that wreaked of death and decay. His reaction was brief and precise but deadly; like a flash of lightning. His hand had shot downwards grasping his weapon in it’s collapsed form and with a sudden squeeze it caused the weapon to expand. It did this in an intricate way as the two outer folded layers of metal swung outwards the one connecting with the jaw of the wolf causing it to let out a soprano yelp as it was knocked backwards. Miumi however was relentless pushing off the cushioned sand and while in the midst of the air he spiraled his blade around cleaving its head from its shoulders with a quick and precise swing. His presence was now noticed by the small pack of wolves, which consisted of four members. He would sigh as he chanted. “ Spread forth Kuroyukihime. “ Suddenly upon his index finger formed a single butterfly that started out as black as ash but quickly began to grow into a radiate rainbow of colors that ranged from dull oranges, to vibrant bright yellows to burning reds and finally flickering sapphire blue. It flapped it’s wing once or twice before it flew forward and landed upon the snout of one of the wolves before exploding with the force of a concussive grenade. It blew off chunks of the beast’s skin and had jarred it’s brain and skull enough to incapacitate it for the time being but that still left three. He would smile as he took one-step backwards before he would spiral around the stone and took off. He swore he could a figure with silver hair in the distance that was his goal it would appear.

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[kadaj]

The sun was hot upon this word, but being in the middle of a desert, this was no surprise really. Even then, this wasn't exactly the 'middle' either. The outskirts of what was called the 'Dalmasca Estersand' was a home to small traveling merchants, most likely setting up their stalls here to aid people wanting to venture across the massive desert itself. Perhaps there were mercenaries or monster hunters on this world and there were some particularly valuable hides of claws to be found and gathered in the white-hot wastes? Who knew? It wasn't something of interested to one certain individual visiting this world, but there WAS reason for said figure to be out in this desert. The heat from the baking sun was making the horizon dance and wave as it if were alight itself. The view wasn't an unfamiliar one, but it was still fairly impress to look upon either way. Old ruins, monsters of all sizes, the sky and the clouds as well-- all dancing and waving from the heat.

The merchants sitting and standing under the shade their awning provided, looked on in amazement as the leather clothed figure made his way past them and into the wastes of the Estersand. He was sweating sure, I mean, who wouldn't be wearing such clothing in a world such as this one? But it didn't seem to be bothered the young silver-haired man as he vanished down into a deep sand dune and vanished from sight. Yes, there was reason for him being out in the middle of this world. The only problem was on whether or not the item in particular he was searching for was indeed here. Who knew? The only way to find out was to search and see for himself. Which was exactly his reason for being here. Onwards he walked, sand crunching underfoot as he begun to climb the dune on the other side, getting about half way up before his foot slipped and he slid back down to the base in a crouch. Standing back up and tilting his head skywards, the silver-haired Remnant frowned as he cast his turquoise gaze upon the disturbed sand. With a flex of his knees, the Remnant Leader launched himself up into the air, jumping free of the dunes and landing upon the thin strip at the top.

The wind then hit him in the face with such heat it nearly stole the air out of his lungs. A leather gloved hand was raised up and brought to his eyes and brow, protecting his cat-like pupils from sand caught within the breeze. Creaking his fingers apart a fraction to allow his sight to travel beyond the blackness of his palm, Kadaj locked eyes upon what appeared to be an old ruin up ahead. Stone pillars jutting out the sand with what appeared to be buried walls. How large these ruins were or how deep they ran beneath the millions and millions of grains of sand was unknown, but this was going to be as good a place as any to start his search. Leather attire creaked as it tightened about the Remnant's figure, mostly his knees, torso and shoulders, as he moved forth once more. Hopping off the top of the dune he stood upon. the silver-haired youth slid down the side until he reached the bottom, where he sprang forth and in a light jog up a shallow hill till he reached the top. A few presences caught his attention as he came to a halt upon the brow of the sand-covered hill. His right arm was raised and brushed against his brow as his glowing eyes looked ahead towards the old desert ruins ahead.

Someone is here...
The silver-haired Remnant thought to himself as he held his ground, eyes looking onwards to try and spot whatever this aura belonged too. It was too refined to be that of a monster, too controlled. It was also unknown for it belonged to someone the Remnant Leader had not crossed paths with before. So travelers from across the stars were still showing up in places? How many worlds were truly out there and how many of them had already been claimed by the Darkness? It could be possible that whoever this aura belonged to, came from a world already claimed by the Darkness and they had only just woken? Who knew? Who cared? The silver-haired youth was on a mission and anyone who got within his way was going to suffer for their stupidity. One warning and one chance to walk away would all they would receive. After that, then blood would be spilled. But then again, perhaps whoever owned this aura would not be so foolish as to challenge the Leader of the Remnants in straightforward combat?

An explosion broke the thoughts of the silver-haired youth as he blinked and observed the cloud of sand and dust billowing up into the air. There was no shrapnel flying through the air, so a grenade or a mine or some sort had not been detonated. It must have been a spell of some type then, but before any other possibly theories could be thought of, a figure was seen appearing from the ruins ahead. it was hard tot ell if it were a boy or a girl, but the dark obsidian hair was evident enough. Two arms and two legs revealed the figure was human... until the tail made a subtle appearance as the figure ran forth, wolves in hot pursuit. Whoever this was must have either disturbed them or was out hunting the creatures and got overwhelmed? It mattered not, for Kadaj paused all movements and stood his ground. Other then folding his arms across his chest and look on with a disappointed expression, all that moved on the Remnant was his silver hair that swayed and brushed against his face slightly in the passing breeze.

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His eyes would dilate suddenly as a wave of euphoric pleasure coursed through out his body, which caused his tongue to slowly peak from between the coral colored lips and run seductively over their crackled surface. The growl’s that emanated closely behind Miumi caused his instincts to once more awaken from their dormant slumber as he pushed off the ground his ankle pivoting to an ankle slightly as he propelled himself to the right. One of the wolves took the innovative and lunged and managed to collide with Miumi’s body while he was descending back to the ground, which ultimately sent him crashing to the gritty sand. For a moment all was still until a sickening crunch could be heard as the wolf clamped it’s mouth down over the near entirety of Miumi’s shoulder and bit into the skin causing rivets of crimson to flow freely from the wounds. A low hiss emanated from Miumi’s body as his teeth dug into his plump lips, as he never wanted to give the enemy the satisfaction of hearing him scream. He had already noticed that his arm had already gone limp, which probably meant that DALMASCAN WOLF had damaged the underlying nerves and cartilage. His gaze lingered on his left arm before his right arm fluently left the ground causing him fall lop-sided as the wolves grip supported him. This had only served to cause him further pain, which was evident by the tears which had welled up in his eyes and began to slowly trickle down the sides of his face. His right hand released it’s grip upon his weapon and thrust his hand forward his hand’s colliding with the throat of the wolf, which for a moment caused it’s grip to tighten managing to wrench a cry of agony from between Miumi’s lips. But suddenly Miumi would smirk as his lips moved rapidly in a pained chant before the very air around him grew dry and quickly humid. In a matter of seconds suddenly the wolves’ body began to convulse violently as it seized and at first it had only tightened its bite, but quickly loosened and Miumi managed to wrench it free. It slapped limply against his arm and he looked at the droplets of crimson which had traveled down the entirety of his arm and fell upon the parched barren desert. Miumi’s hand would clench tighter and slowly one could see that there were tendrils of smoke or steam wafting from its body in small wisp like tendrils. It’s eyes had begun to buldge and it had begun to cough and spit up blood until Miumi’s eyes closed and the power intensified and it’s skin on its neck melted causing a puddle of crimson to rest at his foot. He looked upwards without a sign of remorse as another wolf lunged forward. A quick chant caused both his blood and the wolves to mesh together flowing upwards around him in an elegant dance turning into the shape of a bloody koi fish, instead of it’s normal passive look one could see that it had jagged fangs and its body was lackluster and grimy. Suddenly it would condense the blood within it into a highly pressurized ball, it paused for a moment hovering idly in front of Miumi until the wolf lunged closer and at point blank range it was fired causing the wolf to let out a yelp as many of its ribs were most likely broken as not long after a couple trickles of blood oozes from its mouth. Miumi walked closer looking down at it he would fire a second blast, which was clearer then the first at its head, causing a resounding snap but at least the convulsing and suffering of the beast had come to an end. The last two wolves seemed wary of their prey because of how easily it had dispatched of their foes and they decided a pincer strike was their best bet as they charged at Miumi. He would smile his eyes glowed for a moment as he would pivot around one of them and his hand would extend toward the other as if he was going to perform some type of martial arts. Suddenly a glimmer filled the desert and flames came into existence in the form of a single butterfly which landed on the wolve’s nose. It caused the wolf to flinch from the heat and veer off course and Miumi smiled and snapped his finger and suddenly the butterfly condensed in size before exploding knocking many of the wolves’ teeth off as well as burning significant portion of its face. It quickly yelped and would storm off to nurse its wounds. The last wolf, was most likely the Alpha male as he stood his ground and Miumi’s cold and calculating gaze remained devoid of emotion as he would teasingly take a step forward. The wolf flinched for a moment and staggered backwards. Miumi’s hand would flow downwards grabbing one of the DALMASCAN WOLVE’S fallen teeth and he brandished the four inch fang as a make shift dagger. He took a stance lowering himself closer to the ground and he would wait for a moment a silence existed between the two before the wolve would lunge. Miumi would lower further and propel himself forward allowing himself to slide narrowly under the forepaws of the beast and as its mouth tried to gnash outward and get Miumi’s curated artery. Miumi extended his good shoulder forward connecting with the sternum of the wolf knocking it backwards. That brief space was all that Miumi needed as it stumbled backwards Miumi thrust the pointed fang into the fleshy underside of its neck, while no means a mortal wound it was enough to stun the wolf for a brief moment for Miumi to stumble backwards. He looked down at the beast for a moment his gaze as cold as glacier ice. He smiled sickeningly and the wolve would lunch forward it’s claws raking Miumi’s side. Miumi stumbled to the side and pivoted the fang and would bring it down into the center of the wolve’s back. It let out a yelp and fell to the ground and quickly managed to stumble back onto it’s feet and would flee. Miumi’s gazes shifted back towards his weapon to where he had seen the silver haired vixen. He would smile as he took a deeply calming breathe and the aura once more softened as he would giggle. It was almost as if what he had just done was all nothing more than a game, in a way perhaps it was to the darker side of him, that part of him that made him a ruthless mark hunter. He slowly walked towards his weapon and would gently holster it as it collapsed and he looked towards his arm. He would place his hands upon the upper part of the shoulder, forcefully moving it around gritting his teeth at the pain. He was making sure that the joint itself wasn’t dislocated. 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[kadaj]

The figure ahead lingering about the ruins seemed to be picking a fight with the wolves as much as they were interesting in devouring said figure. It was such a ridiculous thing to witness, some stranger getting torn apart by the wolves yet somehow managing to stay alive long enough to fend off its attackers. Even from this distance, the silver-haired Remnant could see the crimson trails of blood coming from the humanoid figure and it only caused a disappointed sigh to escape his lips. Whatever was happening on this world, was not of any interest to the Remnant Leader. He had come here on his own task and whoever this person was could lie down and bleed to death for all he cared. With that thought lingering in his mind, the silver-haired youth returned his eyes to the ruins that were buried ahead. There could be every possibility that whatever he had come here for, was buried under all that sand. Or, maybe not? Who knew?

There were several ruins by the looks of things, but whether they were all connected under the hot dunes of the desert, Kadaj didn't know. He had all the time in the world to find out however, but he didn't feel like wasting anymore time then he really had to. This already could have been a waste of time and whoever that figure was, was no doubt going to get in his way. Whatever. So he managed to take out a bunch of wolves... barely. He'd not last a second against the Souba Wielder which was all fine and dandy by Kadaj. The less distractions, the sooner his work here on this world would be finished. So without further adieu, the silver-haired youth walked forth, watching and listening to the sounds of the wolves fighting and soon retreating from the obsidian-haired figure ahead. Their presence seemed to have changed slightly, as if they may have activated a magical enhancement or changed form or something...

Who cares? If you can't beat a wolf without getting hurt, you should stay at home and drink milk.
The youth thought to himself as his frown grew larger, his brows tightening as his cat-like eyes narrowed, their turquoise glow flashing as if someone had held a flame before his face. Onwards he marched, the sand beneath his feet shifting as he put pressure upon the ground with each step he took. The closer he drew to the figure, the more Kadaj could make out what they looked like... and even still, he was unsure of this was a boy or a girl. The figure resembled a boy... sort of, but the actions an body language seemed more of a girl... What freak of nature was this creature? Whatever. Kadaj simply walked up to and then continued past them, not even sparing a sideways glance as the Remnant of Darkness passed by. The change in aura felt like it turned back, followed by a giggle or some sort. The sound made the Remnant cringe and fueled the temptation within him to simply slaughter this child to put it out it's own misery. However, he did not. He walked onwards and through a pool a blood that had stained the sands red, leaving footprints across the now hardened stone floor that made up part of the ruins.

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[ayamu]

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Once his eyes had settled upon KADAJ , the words on his lips fell silent and instead Miumi’s mouth would only open and close in shock mimicking solider gasping for his last breathe. A sudden pain resonated through his chest causing his hand which supported his shoulder to tighten, which in turn dug his blackened lacquered nails into the soft subtle porcelain flesh until more rivets of crimson would slide down the length of his arm. His reaction had been attributed to guilt, as the off-white shade of the other’s hair reminded him of a fellow mark hunter, GENE , whom had only passed away a few weeks ago not far from here when they had went to hunt a rare game known as a DUSTA . Meanwhile, as his hand clenched further down turning a sickly pale color they had begun to quiver and he had also bitten down upon his lip; to prevent himself from crying out. The dull crunches caused by the remnants footsteps slowly began to fade away and only then did Miumi dare raise his head to look at the eerie ghost of his past. He still could recall the other’s piercing turquoise gaze and the cat-like eyes which pierced him to the core, whilst GENE [/b had warm chocolate brown eyes not to mention he had a much darker complexion as well as more anthromorphic qualities, perhaps Miumi over looked that because of being slightly nauseated from blood loss. Slowly he would begin to rise upwards leaning against one of the stone pillars and allowed his hand to grow lax for a moment before he savagely shoved it up ensuring that his shoulder was in place, meanwhile he did that he would bite his lip letting out a meek cry of pain as he reset the bone. He would look down at the shoulder and his arm and once more would attempt to chant his spell, however his words were mucked with sorrow and sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “ Ye, divine angel, whom stands upon the battlefield, grant me thy blessing. Through tears he managed to chant the second incantation and suddenly the wind around him would billow causing sand to sweep in small rings as a series of small orbs of light formed and danced gracefully around his figure. They would let out bell like laughter, which mimicked that of a child whom knew no hardships as they would land upon the wounds, one could see the blood suddenly bubble before clotting and turning into an almost crimson crystal and the skin underneath began to mend itself together by invisible hands. Not long after his shoulder was externally mended he would grab his beloved OKAMIGA NO ONI and follow after the SOUBA WIELDER blindly. His eyes would scan the horizon and he took notice of the various ruins for the first time, which were probably old parts of the city which had been consumed by the desert due to lack of maintenance or lack of technology, Miumi couldn’t say because he had no memories prior to a few months ago. All he had was a voice inside of his head which spoke in a velvety deep voice and reminded him of whom he was searching for. His lips soundlessly mouthed it out as the words resonated through his head “ ALTIMA .” He quickly picked up his pace, as to not drone across the desert and lose sight of the silver haired youth. A faint rustling emanated from his back as a harsh sweltering wind caused the sand’s abrasive edges to slide against his skin rewarding the desert with a low hiss. However he would reach into his bag retrieving the paper which had the name of his marked mission on it, the ROGUE TOMATO , whom had been terrorizing the merchants around here and was well known for its ability to breathe fire and it also seemed to travel with packs of the wolves, which was why he was also slightly concerned as he looked even further ahead he swore he could see lupine silloutees entering the ruins, but in the deserts mirages occurred often. However in Miumi’s focus he continued to walk on in a stupor and would collide with KADAJ and surprisingly despite Miumi’s lithe form the other might feel as if they had just been plowed into, perhaps just because Miumi had pushed off on that last step. Miumi stumbled backwards and as he did so the paper would slide from his grasp landing at KADAJ’S feet, as well as small emblem falling from his bag, while Miumi’s hand flew for the emblem before anything else clutching it tightly within his hands. He had never received an emblem, which meant that this one was GENE’S and he would cherish it dearly. However his gaze slid towards KADAJ to try to gauge his reaction part of him fearing that Kadaj would react much like the imperial guards, whom often beat orphans and hustled merchants, meanwhile Miumi was cunning and sly enough to attempt to steal from them, while anything he stole was either pawned to get money for orphans or medicine for the wounded. After a moment’s pause before any objections from the other could possibly be given Miumi’s voice cut through the air it was soft but held a tone of wisdom that seemed out of place. “ Are you going into the ruins? “

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Was he going to find what he sought within these ruins or was this going to be another wasted journey? The question lingered within the back of the Remnant's mind which was also accompanied by a second; Did he know himself, what he was looking for? A frown etched itself across his face with each step further into the ruins he took. The crunching of sand underfoot faded out and was replaced with more solid footsteps across old, ancient stone slabs. While still outside for the time being, pillars of stone covered in old mysterious carving seemed to grow taller as the Remnant headed further under the dunes. A glance to the skies revealed the very few clouds lingering weightlessly on the blue canvas. Pausing his walk forwards, Kadaj stopped and glanced down at the stone slabs on which he walked, noticing that they started to slope downwards towards a set of stone doors. Once more covered with these strange runes and markings, they could be seen several feet ahead down the path before him. Peering over his shoulders, his bright glowing eyes shining through the curtain of silver hair that covered part of his face, the Remnant took note of the endless desert spreading out in every direction, by behind him from whence he came.

Why would anyone build such a thing out here...? And is this the right place?
Kadaj thought to himself, his inner voice soaked in doubt as he raised a hand up to his brow, scratching a leather gloved finger across his forehead to relieve himself of an irritating itch. Staying still for the moment, presences both familiar and unknown started to crop up. The familiar ones were of both more wolves that had possibly come as reinforcements to the injured and of the weird kid who had only just managed to defeat them from an outsiders perspective. Though before the silver-haired youth had time to turn around and confront the boy following him, he found himself throwing out a foot to catch his balance before he could tumble to the ground. Leather boots skidded across the stone slabs from the impact to keep himself upright and within that instant, the Remnant had spun around, drew the Souba sheathed on his back and slammed the twin-bladed weapon down into the ground with such force, it cracked the massive slab on which both Remnant the Miumi stood with an echoing CRACK.

This was not to try and frighten the boy away though. No, for the Souba whose blades were half buried into the stone, had been slammed down over Miumi's wrist, essentially 'trapping' him between the sharp blades so long as he kept his hand clenched into a fist. The cat-like pupils of Kadaj's turquoise eyes narrowed as they focused on two things. A piece of paper upo0n which was sketched a bizarre looking monster, and something that seemed of high value being quickly snatched up by Miumi. Lifting his dark gaze up, he locked eyes onto the boy before him and gave off a dangerous glare, the Darkness within his body starting to 'absorb' the light around them both as everything slowly started to get darker and darker. Keeping a white knuckled grip upon the handle of his Souba, Kadaj raised his right arm up and pointed an open palm directly at Miumi's face, electricity starting to crackle across his fingers.

"....."
No words were shared, but the look within his eyes were giving off more then enough warning signs. This man clad in leather was not someone you trifled with. He had a very limited amount of patience and he was clearly not afraid to attack anything or anyone that got in his way. Miumi was now in the Remnant's way and unless he come up with a good excuse really, REALLY quickly, the lad was going to get a sudden, 'shocking', experience. Shifting his right foot, Kadaj placed the tones of his boot upon the piece of paper with the Rogue Tomato on and put his weight down so it wouldn't suddenly fly away if a breeze blew up. Though his eyes didn't shift off Miumi once as his glare grew darker and more dangerous.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #000000; width: 450px; border: 20px #E57C48 solid, bTable] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 40; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #CDBD42; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -45px;]OKAMIGA NO ONI[/style] [STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/O6sYa.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 0px #000 solid; border-radius: 90px; float: right;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 365px; line-height: 12px; color: #EC6A60; border-top: 5px #A05732 solid;] A KNIGHT UPON A BATTLEFIELD , once Miumi had stumbled backwards and grasped onto the CLAN CENTARUIO emblem the world around him seemed to fade away. Apparently his question would fall upon deaf ears however as he only could hear the sound of the KADAJ’S heavy leather boots pounding against the stone surface buried under the sparsely distributed sand. At that point Miumi began to slowly draw his hand backwards until he could hear the distinct sound of the SOUBA blades that belonged to KADAJ scrapping against the inside of their scabbard. His head would turn for a moment out of instinct, as he had dodged a few blows from the imperial guards that way, but he didn’t hear the distinct whistle of a blade cutting through the air and as he turned he could see the dual blades being plunged downwards. At that moment his body would freeze as the blade was plunged around his arm trapping his wrist in between the frigid blades, which produced a thunderous crack as they ripped the earth below a sunder. Miumi’s eyes would widen in shock as he realized the monstrous and inhuman strength that the other possessed despite his lithe and petite body. However, in spite of realizing he could easily escape this situation Miumi was reluctant to let go of the emblem and instead slowly would bring his gaze upwards towards the others’ face. Miumi’s own gaze was had become piercing as his pupils would narrow taking on a serpentine like quality, but one could also notice the look of defiance, as it would appeared that Miumi wasn’t going to back down. At that moment the air around Miumi would begin to fluxuate the carefree aura that clung to the child was beginning to be replaced by one that was darker and more sinister. A sudden pulsation was visible within Miumi’s eyes as they would expand and constrict and slowly became glazed over. He watched as the other seemed to pay him no mind and instead allowed their gaze to shift towards the paper which had been picked up by the sweltering desert wind, but like a hawk after it’s prey it wouldn’t get far before the silver haired remnant slammed down his foot pinning it against the stone. KADAJ without even sparring it a passing glance. At this point the remnant suddenly began to emit an aura of darkness, which was strong enough to darken the very air around him. The gaze that Kadaj gave him would have caused a lesser man’s blood to run cold and turn to ice, however Miumi merely felt a sudden impulse of fear, as he could feel the other’s blood-lust and anger suffocating him. He could feel his heart beginning to pound against his rib cages and his breathe beginning to lose its evenness and becoming noticeably shallower. A thin bead of sweat began to slide along the left side of Miumi’s face as he began to break out in a nervous sweat and his clenched hand would tremble. His eyes shifted down for the brief moment and he would tighten his grip upon the cool metal emblem and attempted to steel his nerves. The movement of the other’s right arm would cause Miumi’s body to go rigid as Miumi’s dominant hand was pinned to the ground in-between the other’s blade which meant he couldn’t wield his scythe efficiently if the other went to strike. Suddenly the leather garbed hand began to crackle with electricity and other extended their hands towards him but said nothing. Miumi’s eyes would narrow. He was stuck in an awkward situation as he lacked his full mobility to counter-strike and as long as his hand remained pinned he was stuck within the other’s striking range, but in order to free himself it meant letting go of something irreplaceable to him. For a moment his thought process seemed to shift towards was a single emblem worth losing his life over, in spite of whom had given it to him. Perhaps it was the sentimental fool within that said yes and over-rode his logic slowly Miumi’s head would crane upwards once more making contact with KADAJ . Miumi’s free arm would tremble as he would extend hovering near the blade Miumi’s lips would part and his voice cut through the air, it lacked the childish tone it carried earlier this time it held a sense of power as well as a tone of wisdom well beyond what a child should have. “Release me …”

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Miumi’s tone didn’t so much sound as if he was asking more so commanding the silver haired remnant. At that point suddenly electricity would flare up Miumi’s left arm as if mocking the other’s display of power.

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