Amzela walked around the large building. She streeched and yawned. "It's so boring today." She yawned again. "Maybe I can sneek in here..." She walked openly into Termare Dagor and gasped at the wonders of the battlestand. Hundreds of people were fighting other people. "Maybe I can get into some type of fight..." She lounged around, walking this way and that way aimlessly. Such a free, ill-rotten world. Amzela laughed along with some other men as a man was pushed backwards. The man glared at her. "YOU try fighting someone twice as big as you." Unfortunatly, he slipped and landed flat on his face. Amzela laughed again.

This...this was perfect. This was just too perfect! All these people were so distracted with their battles that they didn't even notice the solitary figure also lounging quietly against the far wall of the Battlestand. Jaxon Creed had a broad smirk on his face so annoying that it could have made a diety angry. But that was not his intention. It wasn't his fault if he couldn't help but come near to laughing at the scene, or - more importantly - at what the image of what was about to happen. Oh, the joy of creating chaos! And this would certainly be a fun place to do just that.

Jaxon walked amongst the combatants calmly, unnoticed or barely noticed by those around him. Finally, he came to a man suddenly falling flat on his face. It was all he could do not to fall flat on his own face, clutching his sides and pounding the ground as he screamed in maniacal laughter. As it was, there was a giant grin on his face that seemed only to emphasize the mad gleam in his piercing blue eyes as he watched the scene with obvious and twisted glee. Then he decided to take things to the next level. He created the illusion he wanted. In truth, the man was just standing there as his opponent got back up and faced him once more. The illusion, however, was that he was suddenly growing larger and larger and larger and larger and...

And the face of the man that had just risen from the ground was suddenly staring in absolute horror at a mad, grinning, and hundred-foot-tall mass of fur, claws, very sharp teeth, and massive weapons and armour. He fled. And that was just the beginning. The illusion began 'attacking' those within the arena, and even the man from whom the illusion had stemmed was screaming and fleeing. No doubt seeing yourself as a giant monster would have terrified anyone into mad, panicky flight. The illusion eventually vanished as the riot and stampede ensued, with Jaxon using his quick speed to get out of the fray almost instantly. By the time it was in full swing, Jaxon was leaning against the wall clutching his sides and laughing hysterically (and quite maniacally, to boot) at the scene that had unfolded - or erupted, rather - before him.

Amzela shook her head at the illusion. Markus had done many of those type of things before and she could reconize false from true. This was truly the day. She laughed more hard than she ever did. That's when she noticed the man. "Hey!" she yelled after him. She followed him to the wall. "That's a very nice illusion. What's your name?" She turned and laughed hystarically as the man tried to hop out of there. He was a mess, a little blood splattered on his shirt from someone punching him. Amzela turned to him again. "Say, you want to whirl some weapons for a while? Maybe have a little duel?" She eagerly waited for his answer, wanting something to do. Maybe this day wasn't so boring.

It took Jaxon several long moments to stop his half-mad laughter. When he finally did, it took him a moment longer to rise once more to his full height. He was still grinning very broadly and was practically on the verge of bursting into hysterical laughter once more.

"Oh, I don't fight with weapons. I mean, I do have a dagger," Jaxon said, fully unable to completely suppress a deep chuckle, "But I only use it for single, sure strikes, usually before my opponents have a chance to react, and usually from behind. I'm a Mage's Apprentice," he confided. "My name is Jaxon. And yours?"

Then he burst out laughing again as more and more people got trampled. Finally, though, his laughter subsided and he settled for a mad gleam in his eyes and a bloodthirsty grin on his face as he watched in glee with clasped hands as his robes were swished by the breeze created by rushing people.

"Oh, it truly is beautiful, is it not? The sheer madness of the dash, the chaos, the bloodshed, the chaos, the unbiased terror, the chaos..."

He laughed, clearly enjoying the scene. After several long minutes, only a dozen or so stragglers were left - alive. There were dozens of people lying everywhere on the ground, all over the arena, dead and dying alike. Those that were still alive and able to move were trying to get out of the arena. Some had given up, instead staring in horror at the bodies surrounding them. If anything, this seemed only to up Jaxon's excitement.

"Well? What do you think? Chaotic enough?"

Jaxon laughed maniacally again, and then turned to the newcomer.

"I love chaos. It's so - fun."

Amzela smiled. "Nice name, Jaxon. You said you were a Mage's Apprentice. That's very appealing. I wish I knew magic."She turned back to the scene. "I can't stand the death of things, but I like torture...some what. It's quite funny..." She sighed as a few more people struggled to get out of the site. "Chaotic enough. I like it. Not as violent and bad as Markus's but not so...so...calm like some people. It is intense."
"Chaos is...interesting. It is strange but yet common. Oh yes. I forgot. My name's Amzela. I'm a thief 'owned' by Markus, a very powerful demon-thief that hangs around the Drital Qu'ellar Pub. We have a base there and I have a 'home' in the Lomedor Square." She laughed as the monster killed another person. "I have to say, this is the most amusment I had in my life."

Don't run if the moster tries to attack you.

Right Markus.

I am glad you are enjoying this type of amusment.

She snorted. "Just be quiet, Markus," she muttered under her breath, not loud enought for Jaxon to hear. She rolled her shoulders back and shrugged. "Well, I must say, I better get back to the alleys." She started to turn around when she tripped and fell, a man grabbing her ankle.

That just sent Jaxon into fits of gut-wrenching laughter again. Apparently, his female companion couldn't keep herself on her feet. He wouldn't have made such a mistake, certainly, but that was him. This was her. And it was funny. He straightened up with a grin not long after he'd broken out in fits of laughter again, staring at her but noticing that things were beginning to get worse. Jaxon had to sidestep a group of people that ended up dogpiling less than a foot from where the girl now lay. He was then quickly separated by a group of people rushing by. He stepped out of their way hurriedly, but it wasn't long before he was halfway across the arena and near the exit doorway in his attempts to avoid the rushing onslaught of idiots. He was still chuckling about the whole thing and had already forgotten about the girl.

He watched the scene with glee. Another illusion stirred things up even more, and another, and another, and then a few more. Soon the arena was filled with intangible giant spiders trying to eat everyone. Within minutes, the stampede had turned into a wild, desperate rush for survival. Dust skewed everything, but the noise was all too present and told precisely what was happening to the poor souls who'd decided to come to the arena this fateful day. Jaxon, on the other hand, was on the ground rolling with laughter. He couldn't stop. He really was quite mad. Perhaps he was a sadist. Perhaps he just ate too many mushrooms for lunch. Perhaps he was simply psychotic. Regardless of the reason, however, it was only stumbling and clutching his sides as he tried vainly to stop laughing hysterically at the obviously (to him, at least) hilarious scene that raged in all its fury before him that he managed to leave the arena. Soon he was on his way down the road, still laughing grandly and drawing looks from everyone and every place he went. But he didn't care. He just thought the whole thing was quite humorous indeed.

((OUT))

Amzela sighed as more illusions were conjured. As Jaxon left, Amzela sought her mind out for Markus.

Hello Markus.
GAH! Can you not talk to me while I am in the shower?
Wja. What are you doing?
Never mind. What do you want.
Can you come down here and stop the illusion? It would be gladly...
Appreciated. I know. I will be there in a few hours.
Thank you.

She leaned back against the wall as she quietly watched the crowd die before her eyes. "I still need someone to fight." And I need Markus to get here right away. She waited again for the dust to clear and for someone to fight.