Fallen Arc Angel allowed her gaze to shift onwards, narrowed orbs transfixing on a few random trainers s they continue to train in their own way, some on their own, forms flowing through the air fluently, swiftly as they continue to use the style they most probarly had used thousand times before now. Others trained against wooden structures or trees, hitting each object with almost perfect balance and speed, nearly each person hitting their intended target.

She remained standing, stone wings outstretched behind her form, ridges of the stone gleaming slightly as the sunlight creeps up the grasslands like vines, suns' rays reflecting off her stone wings giving them a beautiful crystal-like gleam every few moments.

Her arms fold across her chest, gaze never leaving the grasslands that stretch out infront of her form, eyes narrowed tightly, almost as if waiting for something, for someone to come across the grasslands. A look of mere determination across her facial region as she watches on, orbs gleaming with this determination.

She growls slightly, allowing her gaze to shift off the grasslands infront of her form, senses aware to the constant noises around her. Noises of branches swaying to and fro in the slight breeze, the sound of battle cries as trainees continue the day training across the seemingly never ending grasslands.

She stood forwards at an instant, eyes locking upon a form crossing across the grasslands, this obviously being the person she hd been waiting for for what seemed to be many hours. Her frame began to move forwards, eyes narrowed, a look of mere hatred in her eyes as she crossed the field towards the form of a female.

She shook her head as she stopped infront of the form, the female coming to a hault almost instantly, eyes meeting. She chuckles slightly to herself, gaze never leaving the form of the female,fists clenching at her sides, a look of demise striking across her facial region.

' Still alive I see..What a pity...I thought that that disease would had got rid of you scum in a painful...slow way, allowing me to have much amusement. And yet..here you are. You little cockroach! Will you ever die?! Little pest, can never get rid of you. But now..I will take care of you with my own hands, before you taint this earth with your evilness. I will not allow you to move on. You WILL die here today, I will rid this earth of you forever! May the light of good dissolve you, you cockroach!!'

She snarls slightly, her words echoing throughout the grasslands, her feet seeming to come into some sort of alignment infront of the form of Dark Descendant, fists coming out infront of her form. A smirk spreads across her lips, a devious smirk, eyes remaining upon the form of her foe, boaring into her head.

'Let's go.' She mutters......

Dark Descendant moves swifly through the Grasslands, a look of mere boredness upon her face as she continues to move onwards, the sound of cries and the whistling wind filling her eardrums. She yawns slightly, allowing a hand to come up swiftly to her mouth as if to conceal the yawn.

She lowers her arm, frowning slightly as she continues to move through the grasslands. Her form feeling slightly weak and heavy because of the constant travelling and battling in her ill condition. She was obviously better off resting but this would probarly allow the disease to fully awake and therefore kill her off more swiftly than if she were to keep going.

She was determined, obviously, not to let the disease beat her. Obviously in time she would indeed die from the disease and yet she had forced herself to survive months with the fatal disease. How she had got the disease was unknown to her, she had searched for more thn two years for the answer. Why had she suddenly had this disease.

At this moment a woman stopped infront of her, standing tall, what seemed to be stone wings sprouted from her back, and a devious smirk spread across the lips of the woman. A look of mere hatred in the eyes of the female which indeed sent a flash of un-easieness down the spine of Kurotsume.

The woman spoke, her words harsh, cold and full of hatred towards Dark Descendant, yet she spoke with confidence, and the words tht flowed through her mouth indeed had an impact upon Kurotsume. What was she saying?! She had caused this disease?! She had ruined Kurotsumes' life?! But why?

The female continued to allow these harsh words to flow from her mouth, calling her scrum and a cockroach? A sign of mere bewilderment and disbelief began to come across the face of Kuro. Before she tainted the earth with her evilness? What evilness?! But, as this thought came through her mind, then did the memories of the many massacres she had been part of, the many deaths she had caused, the pain and misery she had indeed dealt upon thousands.

Kurotsume's eyes widened, memories flashing before her mind, children running everywhere, the sound of screams and blades filling the air, the air infused with the smell of blood and mutilated flesh filled the air. Although Kuro was not there at this particular moment, the smell seemed to linger in the air.

Her fists clenched. She had left the clan which had been involved in these murders, this is why she had become a wandering soul, this is why she had changed the direction of her blade so it could not kill. This is indeed why she had vowed to never kill again.

Then the memories of the fight she had encountered with another angel, one that had wanted to demolish her. To rid her being from these grounds. She had turned her blade around, she had injured him, and indeed he had been tainted. But if she hadn't have struck him, her life would have been lost.

Her form fell to her knees, a look of bewilderment and sadness upon her face as she fell to her knees in the long grass. Gaze upon the floor. This woman standing infront of her, was the cause of the pain she had been through for many years...She was the answer...Dark Descendant's fists began to clench. This woman was the cause of her pain and agony.

A look of hatred grew in the eyes of Dark Descendant, flames of demise and hatred burning in her once pale blue orbs. She snarled slightly gaze shifting to the form of the angel infront of her. Teeth gritting slightly as she pointed towards her form, slowly standing to her feet.

'You! I'm gonna kill you!!!' Overthrown by anger her form flung forwards, charging towards the form of the angel infront of her form, hatred burning harshly in her narrowed eyes, form moving forwards, fists clenched....

A smirk spread deviously across the face of the Fallen Arc Angel as she watched the frame of Kurotsume Iora drop to her knees, a look of bewildermenrt and disbelievement in her face, she was obviously still being taunted by the massacres she had indeed caused many years ago, maybe a slight bit of justice was being dealt. Never the less she was sick of watching this girl wander around, all 'determined' not to die.

Fallen Arc Angel shook her head, bringing a hand up to her face as she shakes her head, seeming to mock Dark Descendant. The ending was inevitable, Kurotsume would fall. She would die upon her knees infront of Fallen Arc Angel. Her death was indeed inevitable. Whether she won or lost the battle at hand, she would soon fall and this gave the Fallen Arc Angel a slight bit of satisfaction.

A brow arched soon after, as the form of the Dark Descendant moved forwards, frame coming from the ground, charging upwards and forwards towards Fallen Arc Angel, a look of mere hatred across her face, she was indeed overthrown by fury. A mistake that if she continued to battle on, she would die sooner, ofcourse this was no worry to Fallen Arc Angel, if she could indeed infuriate Kurotsume enough for her to attack without thought she would obviously be victorious in the end.

She smirked slightly allowing a few words to spill from her mouth, shaking her head as if disappointed towards the charging Kurotsume 'Tut....So naive' She swiftly moved backwards, eyes narrowing as the words finish emmitting from her mouth, her form flowing backwards in a leaping motion away from the charging form of Dark Descendant.

Her form moved fluently through the air, landing swiftly in a crouched position. Her foot then coming upwards, in a harsh angle she releases it upwards, moving up out of her crouched position, allowing her foot to lash out into the stomach region of her foe, Dark Descendant. If hitting, it would send her wheeving through the air, backwards, and probarly do some damage to her ribcage. If hitting it's targetted spot.

Dark Descendant attempts to skid to a hault as she watches the form of Fallen Arc Angel flip backwards a few inches, but, because of the speed she hd used to charge she was ofcourse not able to stop herself. Her form skidded slightly, eyes widening as she felt the foot of Fallen Arc Angel impact her chest harshly, her pupils dilating from the sheer agony of the strike upon her chest.

Her form spun backwards, frame flowing through the air, a few cracks emmitting from her chest region as indeed a few of her ribs snapped out of place, her crying out in mere agony, clutching her chest as she spirals through the air. She impacts the ground, skidding a few more inches as she hits the ground, sending grass everywhere, and soil to pile up behind her form.

She remains like this for a moment breathing deeply, seemingly buffetted by this lethal kick, left arm clutching at her chest where the cracks had been heared, gritting her teeth, a slight trickle of blood making it's way down her mouth. Her gaze locks upon the form of Fallen Arc Angel, eyes narrowing once more, the frame seeming to be moving towards her.

She snarled slightly, moving up to her feet, arm coming up for balance, her teeth grinding together as she tries to stand, determined she will not fall. She glares towards the form of her foe, pale blue orbs still gleaming with hatred as she charges forwards oncemore.

She shakes her head as she moves forwards, knowing she will have to use much more than her experience in combat to win against this mysterious enemy. She will have to combine her skills of speed and acrobats to even have a chance of inflicting damage to her foe.

She snarled once more, eyes full of hatred towards the one that had inflicted years of agony upon her, her fist clentching at her side. She leaped forwards as she charged, moving to the side as she landed, as to confuse her foe. Finally coming up to the side of her foe, driving her fist into the cheekbone of her foe.

O.O.C - Gah this was supposed to be as my other character - Fallen Arc Angel.Fallen Arc Angel allows a smirk to spread across her lips, gaze upon the form of Dark Descendant as she wheels backwards, her cries of agony, caused by the braking of a few of her ribs, echoing outwards throughout the grasslands, causing a few training people to hault and glance their way. She continues to smirk as the form of her foe impacts the grassy floor, sending grass and soil into the air as she lands harshly.

She shakes her head slightly, as the form pulls themself to their feet, her orbs narrowing slightly towards the form of Dark Descendant once more, a look of hatred reflecting in her eyes as she allows a few more harsh words to flow from her mouth.

' Kuro, Kuro, Kuro...You really do amuse me, you actually believe that your tainted soul can be allowed to survive on this earth? That with your past you can be allowed to live on..' She laughs lightly, her laugh echoing outwards as she continues to ridicule Kurotsume, hoping to once again anger her.

' All those people you killed, innocent people...men...Women...CHILDREN! Killed them all with no further thoughts...Why flee? Your ending is inevitable...The light of good will shine through you and you will be finished. Just think..No more pain...No more agony for you...And no more suffering for those around you. Paradise, Isn't it? Without you...without you and your evil goons...this world would be balanced once more.'

She begins to move towards the form of Kurotsume Iora, stride a slow and long one as she moves forwards, a smirk upon her face, a devious, chilling smirk that would send chills down a foe's spine.

' Face it. You cannot win. Look around you fool! You are going to die, and do you see anyone here? Do you see anyone wasting their life away watching and hoping for you to survive? I see noone. Everyone here wishes your demise. Don't worry...Soon I will deal your sentence out to you. You will die and your tainted soul will be healed by the light of good. You will be free, and so will everyone else....

She arched a brow, her speech haulting as she watches the form of Dark Descendant charge once more, this time with much more speed, she staggers backwards as if trying to keep her eye on the movements of her foe, not being able to she feels the fist of her enemy impact her cheekbone region.

She staggers sideways, hand coming up to her cheek her teeth gritting in mere agony, blood trickling from her mouth region. She growls towards the form of Dark Descendant, eyes narrowing towards her form.

' How dare you taint me with those hands!!' she flings forwards, form moving swiftly towards the form of Dark Descendant, snarling slightly towards her foe as she reels forwards, moving out of sight as she moves swiftly, grabbing hold of her foe's arm and pulling her upwards.

She grins widely, wrapping her arm around the chest of Dark Descendant, and leaping upwards, leaving not much time for the form of her foe to react before she pulls her into the air, spinning swiftly as she moves into the air, performing one of her deadly spinning attacks. She smirks widely, her frame tilting over swiftly as she spins in the air, then moving towards the ground head first, forcing her foe headfirst, with her. Eyes narrowing upon the ground as she and her foe moves swiftly towards it.

She pulls up at the last second, allowing her grip to be released around her foe's stomach region, if succeeding her foe would indeed crash into the ground, head first, not having much time to react to this lethal Spinning Attack whilst her own form lands in a crouched position a few inches away.

Umbra ran through the woods as fast as her feet could take her. She was considering using her blur spell but that would only decrease her magic abilities and with what she saw, 'No dont think about that! Think about running... Pace yourself... You will get there in time!' she told herself as she darted and weaved through the trees. She was almost there, almost. She could hear sounds in the distance, the voices, her voice. Kuro. She ran as fast as she could and jumped into the air. Her ring gave an orange shine and she jumped higer and farther, she landed on a limb of a tree and kept at it until she saw the training area, and the angel. And Kuro, ALIVE. For how much longer?

' Face it. You cannot win. Look around you fool! You are going to die, and do you see anyone here? Do you see anyone wasting their life away watching and hoping for you to survive? I see noone. Everyone here wishes your demise. Don't worry...Soon I will deal your sentence out to you. You will die and your tainted soul will be healed by the light of good. You will be free, and so will everyone else.... the fallen angel spat at Kuro with a hatered. Umbra narrowed her eyes at the fallen angel as she said these words. "THAT was the most UNNESSISARY thing to say! I am here watching! I am here wasting my life away hoping she will survive. I want her to LIVE! I AM HERE AND I WILL NOT GIVE UP ON MY FRIEND!" she shouted.

She felt the pulse of hatered growing within her. She quickly shoved it away, she did not need to be doing this. Kuro needed support. Her support. She would give that and everything if she needed it. 'I would give anything to make that dream just that...A dream.' she thought. Umbra recently realized that her dreams told the future. She had been asleep taking a nap when she saw this fight, but most importantly she saw Kuro, she saw her dying. And the Angel...She had to help but knew she could not fight the angel just yet. She had to wait. Wait and see.

Suddenly the angel grabbed Kuro and spun her launching them head first to the ground. But at the last second the angel pulled up and dropped Kuro head first towards the ground, Umbra ran up as fast as she could, trying to get there before she fell, "KURO!" she cried calling for her friend.

Dark Descendant's eyes widened, the arms of her foe wrapping around her waist and in a split moment she was in the air, spinning. This was not supposed to be happening, but before she could think of it anymore she was being thrown towards the ground, form swiftly descending towards it not giving her much of a chance to actually pull up. The angel being able to pull up swiftly, allowing her grip around Kurotsume to be released, Kuro still descending.

A slight second later and she would impact the soil, maybe the angel's words were the truth, she would be better off falling here. She would die and with her would the pain she had caused so many, the best justice.. but then a sound came to her ears, a familiar voice and as her eyes shifted upwards swiftly she saw the form of Umbra running towards her.

'UMBRA!!' She cried out, not wanting her only good friend to get involved in a fight such as this one, but before she could say anymore, her form had impacted the soil, head jerking forwards as she impacted the ground, cranium jerking forwards in a harsh, painful whiplash motion.

Her form impacted the grassy field harshly, sending grass and dust everywhere, and as the dust cleared, her form could indeed be seen sprawled out in the midst of the crater blood pouring from a large cut upon her forehead, a series of cuts and bruises across her form, her clothing slightly torn by the fall.

She remained like this for a few more moments, as if out cold, maybe dead, but then her fingers could be seen moving, a slight movement, her head moving upwards as she took a deep breathe in, breathing again. Eyes upon the form of Umbra as she stood. She was determined she would fall. The words of the angel were indeed unkindly and untruthful.

She nodded slightly towards the form of Umbra. Trying not to show the agony that was flowing through her form, caused by the severe fall and the ofcourse, worsening disease, it flowing fatally through her form. ' Stay back Umbra..This is not your fight my friend, that it is not. '

She growled slightly, gaze shifting towards the form of Fallen Arc Angel once more.
'Enough is enough...You MUST DIE!!' her words echoed outwards, tone a harsh and cold one as she swiftly reached for her sheathe, un-sheathing her Daito in a swift movement and charging forwards, frame shaking from the sheer concentration of keeping herself up, if she did not do so she would indeed fall to the grassy field and die.

She snarled and swung her blade around in a right angled motion, eyes narrowing upon the form of Fallen Arc Angel once more, a look of determination and hatred in her eyes as she swung her blade forwards, determined to kill her enemy.

Umbra ran as fast as she could to get to her friend before she hit, but it was too late, Kuro fell hard upon the ground. Umbra ran to her friends side and fell to her knees, coughing at the dust in the air. She gently touched Kuro. An anger burned deep inside but she shoved it away, 'I do not need anger...I need focus. STAY FOCUSED!' she screamed in her head. She turned angrily as the fallen angel landed far from her. She drew her dagger ready to defend Kuro. "You are going to pay for this!" she shouted but something touched her leg.

She looked down to see Kuro holding her. ' Stay back Umbra..This is not your fight my friend, that it is not. ' Tears began to well up in Umbra's eyes. Fighting to the death and she did not want help. She wanted to do it on her own. But Umbra had seen it...There was no arguing going to happen. She shethed her dagger and looked at the Fallen ArcAngel. "I am here if you want me Kuro...Don't...Don't die easily....Please don't" she begged as she turned and left the arena standing by the single tree, forcing herself to stay put.

Suddenly Kuro was up and running at the Fallen Angel. She was angry and she knew that hatred spewed through her as it did the Fallen Angel. She could not help standing there...Alone...Unable to help her friend. 'If Kuro dies...What would I do?' she wondered as she watched the battle go on.

Fallen Arc Angel arches a brow as a girl rushes into the said battle field, flowing to her knees beside the fallen form of Dark Descendant. The angel narrows her eyes a look of mere bewilderment towards the girl at the fallen one's side. She glares slightly as the form of the girl moves forwards unsheathing what seems to be some sort of daggered object.

"You are going to pay for this!"

The girl had screamed, allowing her words of anger to flow outwards. Fallen Arc Angel began to look slightly alarmed towards this, the girl was defending Dark Descendant? But why, why would anyone want to protect such a vile being, one that had indeed killed many innocent beings.

'This is absurd! You have a follower? One tht would risk their life for you, one that would give their life to such a vile being such as yourself!? How disgraceful..But yes..Evil vile beasts still have followers I say 'Friends' of evil...What a disgraceful thought! One that burn my eyes! Words that would harm anyone's ears...Disgraces my stomach"

She snarled slightly, arms coming out infront of her form as if readying herself, a hand of Kurotsume seeming to reach out to grab the foot of the oncoming Umbra. A look of determination visable in her gleaming orbs as she mutters towards the girl...

' Stay back Umbra..This is not your fight my friend, that it is not. ' Dark Descendant had said, a look of mere determination gleaming in her pale blue orbs. A smirk spreasd across the lips of Fallen Arc Angel as the form of Umbra moved away, obviously not wishing to but respecting the wish of Kurotsume, sheathing her blade.

The new moment Dark Descendant had leaped forwards, dashing towards her and dealing a harsh, swift slice across the air towards her. Her blade lashing outwards in an angle as to catch the angel off guard and seriously injure the Angel. She leaped backwards before the blade had come a few inches towards her form, the blade slicing the air above her as she leaped backwards into a crouched position.

She then moved forwards eyes narrowing towards the form of Dark Descendant, the swift attack upon the Angel had left Dark Descendant wide open for another attack, she grinned at the opportunity and moved forwards, head pushing into the gut of her foe as she moves upwards. If hitting the target would fly backwards, dealing a slight bit of damage towards her.

Dark Descendant's eyes widened, the head of her foe impacting her gut harshly. Forcing her to flow backwards, spinning through the air, spiralling backwards. Her head jerking backwards in a painful and awkward whiplash motion. She landed swiftly upon her back, skidding across the grassy field as she landed, another crack heared from her gut and more blood flowing from her mouth region.

She snarled slightly, vision seeming to become slightly blurred as she pulled herself to her feet, form shaking with the utter concentration needed to keep herself up, to keep herself falling back to the grassy field floor. Her gaze shifted towards the form of Umbra, taking in a deep breathe she dashed forwards towards the form of Fallen Arc Angel.

She brought her blade backwards releasing it swiftly forwards once more, then she brought her blade backwards again, driving it swiftly forwards at another angle, moving forwards between each slice. Repeating this motion.

'This is absurd! You have a follower? One tht would risk their life for you, one that would give their life to such a vile being such as yourself!? How disgraceful..But yes..Evil vile beasts still have followers I say 'Friends' of evil...What a disgraceful thought! One that burn my eyes! Words that would harm anyone's ears...Disgraces my stomach" Umbra growled. She hated this... The fight, the dream, her visions. All of it. Why was it always her who sentenced her friends to death? "I am not a follower. I am her FRIEND! But I doubt a Fallen Angel would know what that means." she said.

She watched the battle go on and on. She couldn't just stand there and yet she had to. She grabbed the treebranch and held it to keep her there as Kuro was headbutted. She watched as she flew backwards and spun to the ground. Umbra took a step as Kuro looked at her but stopped herself. She had to stay. She needed to stay put and support her. She clenched her hand, her nails bit into her skin as she watched trying to hold back and not attack. 'stay' she told herself. 'Kuro will make it...Just stay.' she nodded. "Get her Kuro. Make her pay for all she did to you." she whispered.

Fallen Arc Angel smirked slightly. Allowing this devious smirk to spread across her lips as she watched the form of her foe skid backwards, impacting the soil harshly, tearing peices of her cloak. The Angel watched on. Her icy orbs shifting to the form of Umbra as she speaks. 'Friend you say?! I have no need for 'friends' therefore I wouldn't know the concept. What is the use of a 'friend' you say?' She arched a brow as Kurotsume dashed towards her once more, swinging her blade with much more accuracy.

The angel moved backwards, head moving backwards as she flips away from the blade, ducking and wheeving as Kurotsume Iora continues to dal out the harsh attacks with her blade, The Angel continued to move, ducking and wheeving away from the attacks but somehow Kurotsume Iora had performed some sort of fient, moving in one angle, Fallen Arc Angel m,oving in the opposite direction, and then Kurotsume had changed the direction of the blade, spinning it around into the ribs of her foe and then around again as Fallen Arc Angel dropped her guard. Her enemy, Kurotsume had driven her blade around slicing her across her arm, then around again into the other side of her foe.

Fallen Arc Angel snarled in agony, screams of pain echoing throughut the domain as she is impacted by the sword three or even four times. Blood erupting from the impacted zones of her body, forming a spray of blood in the air. Her cut arm comes to her side. Both sides bleeding harshly, she swiftly moves around, pulling out an arrow and instead of using her bow, driving it into the gut of her foe.

Her form moving forwards, falling to a knee as she performs this motion, a large amount of her blood spraying onto the ground, blood leaking from the series of wounds upon her body. Forming a pool of increasing blood upon the soil. It sinking slowly into the soil, saturating it.