Raku had walked into the training area some time ago, yet all those who seemed to enter this place seemed unworthy, unworthy of his purpose here. He needed a few more people, people he could trust to help lead his men into battle. Raku had went into a human form for this assignment, his hair a dark gray and his skin a pale white. He had suppressed much of his Godly power since he had entered the training area. He had been seating at one of the wooden chairs under the single tree. He had watched weaklings all die fight one another. He was growing tired of waiting for someone good to show up, so he decided to test himself. He rose up and put his hand on the fence, he pushed off the fence and hopped across into the sand. His boots hit the ground and he looked at the men who watched him enter. His cloak was able to keep most of them from seeing any part of his face, not that it matter sense he was in a human form. He had but simple clothes on to help him appear more human. Raku didn't even have a sword, though he could have formed one from his hands. He didn't want to make things to easy though. Raku looked at those who looked at him with puzzled eyes. "Who here thinks there good enough to take me on?"

Many of the people in the crowd laughed, and why wouldn't they, they were body builders and huge idoits. One man however did have enough guts to enter the arena, though Raku planned for the man to be lacking in the guts area before long. The man was the same height as Raku, but had far larger biceps. The man wielded a large broad axe and dawned a chainmail. The man taunted Raku into drawing a weapon, but Raku shook his head. The man laughed and shrugged, and a split second later the man was charging at Raku. Now the dark God didn't want to hurt the guy to bad a risk his cover, but he was going to kill him before this was over. Raku waited until the man made a wide horizontal swing, the second the swing was made Raku fell backwards. His hands caught the ground and his legs were up in the air. His kick landed in the man's chest. The man stopped and dropped his axe in the sand. He staggered for a second then followed his axe. Raku looked around and the crowd starred in awe. The man was still alive and Raku wasn't about to allow that, he walked up not to the man, but to the man's axe. He picked it up with both hands as to help his identity remain a secret. Raku positioned himself at the man's neck and lifted the axe above his head. The man was now coming to and started to turn over, as he did he saw his own weapon coming towards him. There was however nothing he could do, Raku had already made the swing. The man's head now laid a few inches from his body, Raku however looked around at the others and threw the axe over the fence. The crowd looked on in horror at the sight. The sand was now mixed with blood and chunks of meat. Many of them not so much bothered by the sight of blood, but by the fact that Raku had killed him. Now anyone else, think they can beat me?

Dark Descendanr continued to move forwards, Feet out in a strange angle, this classed as her stance, however strange it may have been it was one that she had been taught a long time ago.

Her hands remained upon the tsuka of her trusty daito, the very daito which she had used many times to slaughter criminals and those that took advantage of tried to harm the weak.

But still the blade continued to gleam, no smudge of drop of blood ruining the blade, it's yaki - ba still continued to gleam the beautiful white colour that any blade will gleam if polished skillfully.

She leaped upwards form flowing fluently through the air as she moves forwards, blade out infront of her form, the kissaki out in a vertical motion. She lands upon her feet before slicing the blade outwards.

She continued to do so, eyes narrowed as she continued to do so in a determined manner, the concentration put into her trainining making a look of determination gleam in her piercing eyes.

Her form moved forwards, her ability for agility making her frame move swiftly, going onwards in a zig zagging motion, blade coming out swiftly once more, releasing the blade of her Daito outwards in a series of harsh swipes.

She grins slightly towards this, ignoring those around her as she continues to concentrate, left foot coming forwards as she begins to move forwards once more. Something catches her attention.

She comes to a hault, a large crowd having disturbed her, the occupants of the crowd forming around two men which seemed to have been fighting, she arched brow moving towards these men.

She shrugged slightly watching the fight in progress the two men seeming to be skillful, but not being much of interest. She turned to continue her training once more, but yet again something had caught her attention.

One of the men had disarmed the other and had indeed cut off the man's head, this rolling off into the sand. Her gaze locked upon the severed head, the sand around it seeming to have been dyed with the blood as it sunk into the sand.

She moved towards the head, Eyes upon the form of the one that had done this as he swung the axe into the crowd, the crowd in question in chaos, a few men simply standing in horror others protesting towards this as they do.

She came to the head, Gaze shifting to the decapitated body upon the floor then to the man that had done this, he had indeed moved at quite a speed and his strength had been quite an interest.

She arched a brow, Gleaming blade coming up as she spun it swiftly around, fluently through the air, sheathing it at her side, allowing it to be suspended from her waist.

She knelt down beside the severed off head, gaze shifting up and down as she then picks the head up by the back of the dead man's cranium, her eyes upon the form of the unknown other man.

She shakes her head slightly towards his form, blood gurling from the neck of the dead man inwhich the head had been severed off. Her grin fades at the sight of the dead man's head now in her palm.

' The ability to kill a man with no hesitations, I also have this...But do you not ever have nightmares of those you have called. A man or woman must have nightmares about those that they kill. That they must. Unless...You are no man? A fiend maybe? Or maybe a higher species? This man came here to train and now has died for his courage, just to...Aid your entertainment? '

Her eyes remain upon the man's form as she says this, her tone that of her usual harsh, cold one. A look of annoyance upon her eyes as she speaks, gaze shifting to the protesting crowd of people, a hand upon the tsuka of her Daito.

Shalura leaned against the fence amonsgt the crowd of people, more enjoying the breeze than watching people fight. It was only when a dark figure had stepped up to fight that her attention perked up. An axe wielding idiot stepped into the ring with him and was decapatated before the battle had barely begun. Shalura thought she was going to be sick. Another girl was watching too examaning the head on the ground.

Shalura had to agree with her and front flipped over the fence unfolding a pair of bright blue wings ignoring the gasps from the crowd. Shalura stood up straight brushing the hair out of her eyes and smiling slightly.
"You know what I think" she said "I don't think you're actually human, I've certainly never seen somebody kill a man twice his size as quick as that before, so who are then?"
Shalura kept a steady eye on the man's movements, if he went to attack her she would simply be on the other side of the ring in the blink of an eye.

The bright golden chariot upon the heavens still reigned as the sun's beams shone triumphant through the thick fog of the sky. Midday was finding its end thus bringing rise to a new hour of noon. It was at this time when the breeze rushed to bring a certain degree of soothing sensation upon the surface of the earth, when maple leaves fell from their respective branches that Melandro found himself once again within the warrior's domain, a training ground found at the center of a plane. It was the very same plane that he had visited the previous day whose expanse extended beyond a pair of gifted eyes could normally conquer within a gaze. The location could not be ignored indeed for it was a fine source of training despite being filled with neophytes on occasion. However even they proved to be some form of entertainment. Would he find yet another from whom he could probably gain a valuable lesson in the art of war this day? Or would it be another skirmish like most? Only a certain twist of fate could reveal.

A crowd as large as that he had caught a glimpse of was only formed due to a heated tournament where currencies were exchanged freely between spectators. He was not the sort to find excitement in such gladitorial shows for the sight of bleeding limbs were oftenly captured within the landscape of warfare, such being an experience easily relived in his mind a thousand times over. Soon, his pace brought him in the midst of those in horror with the shade of a dark shadow still lingering in his trail. The stranger had just delivered the fatal blow that had delivered a combatant's soul into the underworld in an act of sheer brutality unmarked by regrets. Clearly it spoke of the man's lack of pardon and his thirst for the annihalation of life. This was the sort who did not come to train for the sake of betterment. He was the kind who sought for something else perhaps to quench his need for sadism. Perhaps they were not at all that different only Von Mortem did not require a rival's death to prove a point.

Producing an identical image of himself with a slight movement of hand, a twin would take the place before him in the form of a seemingly tangible mortal beyond thevisual range where the murderous human, if he was indeed human, stood. Von Mortem's intent, a decoy created seemingly of flesh and blood who was created merely for pure effect and little harm aside from causing quite a blunder for a distraction. On the other hand, little notice would be given for the two females who had previously entered the scene and shared their words for he had intentions of his own.

Enveloping his ebon form within the confines of robes specifically woven in order for one to mimick the abilities of a chameleon where his true appearance is of no concern, he made his way through the congregation of combatants with the doppelganger leading the path. For now it would be the representation of the Obsidian Nocturne, the perfect illusion of humanity incapable of any form of combat however the finest mime of mortal action. It would be as if it lived a separate life from his though its actions and way of speech would be corrupted by him, the true ventriloquist.

With leather draped digits taking a firm swipe to retrieve his sharpened tools. Both of long bladed oriental craftsmanship, it would nearly be impossible to discover their differences that rely purely on their magical enchantments. Firmly gasped upon his left was an infernal double-edged katana, specialized and crafted to be light in weight while upon his right was yet another only blessed with the ability to expell electrical energies upon contact. Both would then be lowered into the confines of his robes, hidden within the arms of invisibility which he now enjoyed entirely.

Pausing atop an uneaven platform of stone that was firmly settled upon a sheet of grass, he cast not a shadow as his illusion continued on in full visiblity before the stranger though maintaining at the very least an eight meter distance. Melandro first surveyed the area, specifically the earth where the challenge of blood first transpired. Much were of sand laced with patches of grass and rocky outcrops. The terrain itself would be the kind he would abuse to the fullness of his abilities in due time when the moment arrives that the competition has been formally declared. Soon, the twin's words would be composed with the corruption of his control in a manner so real that deception without the aid of magic is perfection.

" I come for a challenge."

Relatively near to Shalura's position was a tall figure, blending in with the rest of the crowd due to a long leather cloak that was worn from head to toe. Its head was directed downward as if bored, leaning on the fence in the Training Arena and playing with its long, black claws. In a world like Arda a creature looking such as her seemed mundane. But, based on her body language, it seemed as if she was just there to pass the time, not to enjoy the fights. Her concealed shoes lightly kicked the thin layer of dust around the arena. Even the most crowd-pleasing fights never caught her interest.

Until a strange man entered. "Who here thinks there good enough to take me on?" he had said, which really caught her attention. Her head snapped up and her fiddling ceased. Under the shadow cast by her deep hood there was a faint blue glowing, as if they were her eyes in there. Again, glowing eyes wasn't something unusual. Her disguise was maintained. But it was his voice that piqued her interest. She cocked her head in interest like a curious puppy that had recognised something significant...something familiar. For the first time in the whole day, she actually watched the fight that ensued. She studied the man every second that passed by. She was one of the people that cheered (or gestured as if she was cheering) after he head brutally slaughtered the man with no spells or weapons of his own. Under her hood, she smirked. She knew who this man was, or at least had a theory. It was time to put it to good use.

After a few questions from a couple idiots, Ita the Reckless, in disguise, lowered her hood. Her head was that of a wolf, but not of the one many knew her of. Her fur was a light brown color, with a white underbelly and lower jaw. Her eyes did not burn with blue flames, but only glowed faintly. And the fur around her back of her neck was long and flowing, mocking human hair but emphasizing her gender. It was what she would have looked like if, when stuck as a mortal, she had not delved into the arts of necromancy, or found herself dead and transformed into a lich. It was an...uncorrupted version of Ita. A version she could blend into the crowd better with.

She reached inside her cloak and picked up a small bag bound in brown leather. As a new challenger, a half-demon, stepped up to fight the Dark Lord in disguise, she threw it into the arena.

"I bet 500 gold on him." She said, pointing to Raku's clever guise. Ita the Reckless was known to be one of the particularily affluent gods, as money created greed, which created disorder. She could use this to her advantage.

Spyro, rather than leaning against the fence, was sitting on it (Spiderman) watching some obsessed jerk get his head ripped off. A few moments later two girls had stepped into the ring, one of which he recognised as Shalura, the other whom he sensed was called Kurotsume Iora, but her tirle was the dakr decendant, this sparked Spyro's keen interest that would get him into tons of trouble if he wasn't careful. They noted the man couldn't be human, and they were right, Spyro couldn't read the man's thoughts so he definatly wasn't human. A Lupine nearby him was also the same, something wierd was going on here. Spyro dropped off the fence looking down at the head.
"Always knew he never had his head on securly" he said "anybody for a kcikabout?"
He turned his attention to the man oppsite him.
"Who are you?" he asked taking on a completely differant personality altogether "all I can tell about you is you're not who you say you are, I should be able to read your mind but I can't so simple conclusion you're not mortal, so out of my infinate curiousity I want to know why, and it's the same with her over there" he nodded to the form of Ita "I happen to be very irritating you know, sorry"

A woman approached the head and shook it at Raku. She had muttered, " The ability to kill a man with no hesitations, I also have this...But do you not ever have nightmares of those you have called. A man or woman must have nightmares about those that they kill. That they must. Unless...You are no man? A fiend maybe? Or maybe a higher species? This man came here to train and now has died for his courage, just to...Aid your entertainment? " "A man does have the power to kill, and to kill without so much as a second thought. I guess it would take a smarter being to understand that though." Raku now stood calm as he loosened his cloak. His cloak then fell to the ground and revealed his human face. The sun beated down on his eyes, but he shrugged it off. He watched another girl jump over the fence and begin to babbel, "You know what I think" she said "I don't think you're actually human, I've certainly never seen somebody kill a man twice his size as quick as that before, so who are then? Raku realized that he may have made to much of a display, but he didn't care for it wasn't size that won a battle. In this case it didn't even help. "You haven't seen a whole lot then. Now if you don't mind, why not run home before you get hurt."

Raku watched as Melandro entered and started to speak. "I come for a challenge." Raku accepted his request with a nod. The dark lord reached into his shirt and pulled out a cloth that had been wadded up. The cloth had actually been made the second he reached into his shirt. Raku had also crafted the weapon that was in the cloth. Raku unwrapped the cloth and revealed a chain whip. Now that Raku was armed, though the weapon was merely an extension of himself, he would show these fools true skill. Raku dropped the cloth to the ground and swung the whip on the sand in front of him. A luppine caught his attention for a moment, the luppine added a wagger and had Raku in the favor. She was smart to do so, Raku knew he had seen her before. Upon closer inspection Raku could see the blue glow in her eyes. Now normally that wouldn't matter, but Raku's Godly sight far surpassed a mortals. Raku smiled to know that an ally was in the crowd. The dark God thought it was time to make things interesting, but before he could speak his mind another approached. The idiot tried as the others did to ruin his guise, "all I can tell about you is you're not who you say you are, I should be able to read your mind but I can't so simple conclusion you're not mortal,..." Raku zoned him out and spoke without lookinf away from his opponent, maybe the reason you can't read my mind is because your an idiot. It takes years of practice to penetrate the most secure of minds. Raku then focused hard on the fight ahead. "Why don't you start this, I love to let the opponents make the first mistake. Oh and if you two girls wish, I can kill you at the same time."

Dark Descendant's eyes fall upon the form of Raku once more, A cloth coming up as she wipes the blood of the man from her hand, Eyes locked upon the form of Raku.

She watches the other's approach, All seeming to speak their mind, And then one challenging the form of Raku. She arched a brow, Allowing her gaze to shift onto the form of Raku once more.

A hand remained rested upon the gleaming tsuka of her daito as it remained swinging to and fro, suspended from her waist by a small rope, tied around her waist.

She shook her head slightly towards the form of Raku as he speaks harshly towards Spyro, Seeming to call the being an idiot for not being able to read the man's mind.

A gleam becomes visable in her eyes as the form of Raku speaks once more, Claiming that if her and the other woman would like he would also kill them at the same time as fighting the man warrior.

She shook her head towards the form of Raku.

' I have a mind enough to know that your skills surpass mine, I did not come to this training spot to die, I came to relax and train myself, If I fought you. Well, You would probably kill me and how then would I be able to train, Well unless I continued to wander this place as a spirit..But somehow that does not do my fancy, That It doesn't. And I also don't like to fight with other people, I prefer to fight people alone and with no helpers, That is how samurai have done it for thousands of years. That they have. '

Thank the gods for disturbances. It appeared that the stranger's murderious actions yielded to a more complex situation that is assumed to have lessened Raku's concentration at the very least in the eyes of Melandro. To himself, he shielded the ability to comprehend the audible speech produced by the crowds who jeered and bore protests of their own. This was for the sheer purpose of improving the degree of his own focus as well as for the quickening of his reflexes to stimulus. Such would also be the reasoning behind Von Mortem's inclination to have been able to note certain details that would later on be valuable throughout the confrontation. There, he caught sight of the man's chain whip, whose abilities if used correctly can somewhat complicate his plot in the future before he captured the image of the piece of armour found wrapped around the stranger's torso.

Few were those who possessed the patience to wait if only to invoke the art of counter-maneuvers which Raku desired for himself. Melandro as well was a practitioner of such a tactic knowing that an observer is likely to surpass the aggressor in the field of planning based from the attack presented. Unfortunately, Melandro was not the kind to submit so easily to the blunder offered casually to himself by the stranger. He was however the sort who staged his own battlefields whenever the opportunity was within his grasp.

Melandro was unaware of Raku's capabilities aside from the evidence of the previous rival's corpse that now stained the grains of sand. He himself may have been capable of such a feat yet to no one especially those who who have been accused of possibly being more powerful than a typical mortal, Melandro would not leave this instance to chance. Von Mortem's intent was simple and that is to bring balance into a challenge within the expanse of human abilities. And thus as much as he would have loved to inject yet another reply into the whispers of his illusion, he would take advantage of Raku's offer in a fashion rendered unorthodox.

When the stranger's lobes were swayed by the music of Dark's plight and his mind fed words to his mouth for a brief reply, three words would emerge from the Nocturne's breath in the form of a whisper so faint that even if he were placed in the midst of silence instead of a cheering crowd, not a syllable would be heard. It would be characterized by nothing more but a flick of the tongue that would remain hidden from view even if he himself were visible to begin with.

Three words of power. Nothing else could describe the shield he attempted to set across a fifty meter radius that would prevent any form of spellcasting including those with latent characteristics. All would be nulled including his illusion which at the very instant vanished with a smirk plastered upon its lips due to Melandro's own undoing. The field itself would not bear a visual manifestation of itself almost ascertaining that the only method for its detection upon foundation is through the failed casting of magic. Fortunately for Melandro the enchantments of both his garb and his blades would be spared thus leaving him enveloped still within the cloak of invisibility as seconds passed at the slowest pace.

Soon Von Mortem would take the path least taken as he moved beside the outer rim, defined by the crowd, in a silent yet speed-propelled journey towards Raku. From one outcrop to the solidified patches of caked earth, Melandro was cautious enough to choose his terrain if only for the sake of never leaving a trail. Apart from which, he allowed his creation of barely audible sound through the aid of his talents to be drowned by the vast number of people hoping that the blinding of senses would suffice. For now, however, a charge would not be made for it was merely the proximity Melandro wished to lessen as he waited over a whip's distance from the stranger's left side.

(( ooc: zzz sorry for the somewhat boring post in my standards lol I'm falling asleep))

Dark Descendant's gaze shifts to the form of Spyro as he speaks about kicking the head about it, She glares slightly, Her gaze shifting onto the form of Raku once more.

Her arms fold over her chest, Resuming their usual position as she watches him pull out some sort of cloth, Seemingly made as soon as his hand went into his shirt, She watched him unwrap a weapon, This weapon seeming to be some sort of chain whip.

Her green orbs seemed to gleam slightly her eyes locked upon his weapon, Her gaze then shifting to the form of the challenger, Orbs darting about in their sockets before locking upon his form.

He seemed pretty calm, His eyes upon his opponent, His form standing casually ready for a fight. He seemed slightly determined but as her gaze shifted back onto the form of Raku, So did he.

The gleam of determination as clearly visable in both their eyes, Her own eyes remained fixed upon their forms, Gaze shifting up and down their structures as it observing their forms.

Spyro shook his head pityingly chuckling.
"You're just like everybody else" he said "no matter where I go there's always somebody prejudging me, I think you're noe of hundreds, just cause I'm a kid doesn't mean my powers are weak, I can instantly tell without looking that her over there has a v ery irritating disease of such but I'm not going into detail for the sake of privacy and the other girl behind me never knew who her parents were now are we all happy? Didn't think so, now I won't disturb you as I can see you are busy, if you can call it that"
He hopped back over the fence keeping an eye out to see who would win but all the time sensing something different from the man's mind, he wasn't even mortal, Spyro knew that, but there was something else. And Spyro also knew that Melandro was going to get his butt seriousley kicked.
"This should be interesting" he muttered.