Nijuu unfolded her arms, and walked towards the hallway. "I can only show you the path, you must be the one to walk it."

Grey opened up a shadow in the floor, and a large, metal staff, with a dragon head at the top, popped out, and into his hand. With it, he stood up, and followed her, "I see......well I hope I can........" A moment later, Genesis returned to Grey, as a massive cloud of darkness, invading his body, forcing him onto the floor, creating immense pain within him.

Spectre spoke aloud, "Is there no one within this Coliseum, who wishes to do battle with an archer?"

Zenith heard Spectre's call. She was ready to go home, but she stopped short of saying so to her father when she heard "archer." Her mouth slowly curled into a smile. Her father saw this.
"Zenith, pl-" She ran back into the arena, roaring. An archer. She'd fought almost everything now. She'd fought masters of one, two swords. Elementals, a fellow dragon-kin boy, and even an Undead. But an archer. Her twin swords moaned in harmony, simply aching for this new challenge.
"Alright, Quiver Kid! You like that bow?!" Zenith turned her head sideways and breathed deeply but unevenly. "I'll show you what a couple rapiers can do."

Spectre watched as the barrier began to rise, and rose his massive, metal bow, before stringing a four foot long one on the string of his weapon, "The word 'kid' coming form the mouth of a child, how humorous, I wonder how much pain I must inflict upon you before I get that humor to become erased!" He released the arrow, a massive torrent of shadowy, cold air flying along with it.

Zenith saw the arrow's trajectory and lazily sidestepped. The darkness shredded the sleeve of her left arm and much of the skin underneath. Zenith steadily approached Spectre.
"Mmm..." She closed her eyes and smiled. "Thanks for that. I just got up from a nap, so I needed that wake-up. Allow me to return the favor." Her determined pace increased to a sprint. She roared again as she approached from the opposite side of the arena.

Spectre's body seemed to flash for a moment, and pools of shadow began to arise around the area, as he stood still, his arms spread out wide, "Take your best shot!!!"

Zenith payed no attention to Spectre's taunt nor the shadows that danced beneath his feet. She saw the opportunity to strike and took it. It could be a trap. It could be a bluff. Would she hesitate because she knew that? No. She was a hunter; the daughter of a dragon. Zenith leapt towards Spectre; the dual rapiers aimed at his shoulders. He wouldn't be able to use that damn bow for a while after this.

The girl passed through Spectre, a moment before the real one popped out of the one of the pools of shadow and fired several arrows at once toward her back.

Nijuu paused in the middle of the hallway, and walked back to her guest. She placed her hand on his shoulder, sending a wave of spiritual energy through him, to calm the pain. "It seems that you're almost healed. I'll get the things you need together for you to repair my home. I should be back in 30 minutes."

Grey nodded, holding his head as he stood up, "Alright, I'll just wait......." He stood in the hallway, his staff held tightly in his grip, as he began to suppress Genesis, though much of his body was turning pitch black.

Zenith was caught off guard when she passed through Spectre. However, she was not unprepared, so she immediately took to the sky to avoid any immediate counterattack. The first arrow missed, but the second was quickly strung. Zenith turned around to be able to react, but she was struck by the arrow as she did. The arrow hit her left arm's scales, but, GODS, it hurt still. While that arm twitched, Zenith sheathed the rapier in that hand. It was all she could do to avoid being hit, but that was only a matter of time. She backed away further, then finally, sheathed the other rapier. Zenith landed and raised her right arm.
"I yield." It was bitter. It was spiteful. She had not the dignity to look Spectre in the eye. She wasn't strong enough. She didn't know about this opponent. This was just as had happened with Shar. And she knew she didn't have the physical strength of the other dragon-kin; she saw the difference in might with the boy she fought. So what DID she have? Speed? She was outsped here, and she saw that she had little else. This was a crippling blow to Zenith, and a terrible realization. As a fighter, she thought herself superior; the top of the food chain. But there was someone better. She couldn't even put a mark on the man. She would have felt better if she had the satisfaction of drawing blood. But this time, the difference in power was outstanding. She didn't even pretend like being able to summon another lightningstorm would have helped. The man could crawl back into the shadows. What could she have done? She punched the ground and wailed at the sky. Why couldn't the gods have given her a chance?!

Spectre grinned, "You don't know where you are little one, this is no simple, fight club, this is no simple arena, this is 'The Coliseum', where either opponent, may choose to make the match, to the death, heheehheheehehee!!! You don't simply yield here!!! But tell you what, I'm not in the killing mood, but I will.....wound you........" He vanished into the pool of shadow below himself, and popped out in front of her, two arrows in his hands, he jammed them down toward her upper thighs.

Zenith cried out in pain. She blacked out. It was just pain. Agony. Defeat. However, in this unconscious state, her arms grabbed his. Her breathing was rapid, with no pattern.
"If that's how it is, then you can go down first." Zenith replied, but her voice was more adult. Her eyes were rolled back. "No rules besides 'kill.'" Her breathing stopped. Suddenly, a flash of pure energy, a glorious blue, came from her mouth towards the man. It was a cold but hot as this bullet of power that blasted at the man. Light itself.

Spectre had only a flash of a second to duck back into the shadow, though his cloak was blown right off, and half of his face was fried, though his eyes seemed perfectly fine. Looking at her from a distance, he chuckled, placing a hand on his toasted face. "What fun that was, there's something dark and devious under our skin, something that we do not consciously understand. And now, I get to have a real fight." He had a thin, but limber build, with markings all over his body. His face slowly healed, though one pool of shadow had vanished for now. He strung an arrow, and prepared for her to charge, though that would be difficult with arrows in her legs.

Zenith began to breathe regularly again, and her eyes rolled forward. She seemed as she was before, but the eyes were different. Not the color or shape, but the message they gave. Where defeat lay before, a condescending glimmer now sparked. She took one long breath, then broke out in hysterics.
"Oh, freedom!" She seemed more amused than anything else. She looked around. "Oh, dear girl. Two sticks? Tacky. Tacky!" She threw the swords to the ground. "TACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKYTACKY-" This was unstable. The breathing became irregular again, but was quickly reeled back. "Mmm. Not used to this yet. But I can feel now. Pain, you taste so SWEET." The air rippled at the last word. She looked at the man. "Ah, I apologize. I didn't mean to cause you pain. I've never been let out before, you see. I only wanted to-" The air shimmered and she appeared behind Spectre, leaning playfully towards his ear. The arrows remained behind. "KILL YOU."

Spectre could only chuckle to himself at this time. "Well my dear, that's quite impossible......" The image of Spectre faded, as several arrows shot out of the pools of shadow toward the draconic girl, a blur of black cloth with arrows firing out of seen speeding along the side of the Coliseum's barrier.

A wall of light appeared before Zenith. "Impossible? Hardly. NOTHING's immortal, you see. Even my old man over there can die, same as me. Even if he IS a light elementalist." She appeared in front of Spectre to deliver a kick to his neck as he sped around the arena. Her hair began to turn white the more she used this power.

Spectre grabbed her leg in midair, and tossed her into the barrier, arrows flying past him towards her, without even being fired from his bow, "You've never fought an entity before, have you? You can kill our hosts, but we always come back, we are immortal!!! The only thing that can kill us is each other!!!"

Zenith caught herself on a stretch of light. "An entity? I don't care about that. Zenith called out her sister Solstice to kill somebody. If that somebody's just a shell? It's all the same to me." The air condensed. "I don't think you quite understand what light can do, Entity. Light can move faster than the time it takes for you to yield to me. I know you say you'll come back, but I can't imagine it's pleasurable to find a suitable host and get nice and comfy in their head." The light stretch moved to block the arrows, and then it launched at Spectre. "Tell me when I should go full on. I wouldn't want to play with you any longer than you want to."

Spectre still laughed, "Your simple light may harm me, but that's if you can directly hit me. And you don't seem to understand the capabilities of shadow. We are in a dome, a barrier, and if I convert the entire place to shadow, your blood will freeze faster than you can move, all I have to do is wait in the darkness......" He began to pass into the shadows, as everything went dark. The massive amount of shadow began to drop the temperature, ten degrees per second, while arrows continued to fly at the draconic girl.

Spectre continued to strengthen his advantage, his darkness completely filling the Coliseum's arena, the mile long barrier almost completely blackened, the temperature dropping fast all around the draconic opponent, arrows firing at them from all directions, some with the force of a full sized truck at ninety miles per hour.

"I'm afraid in the future, It will be a harder decision to make, Considering we just met, there is no unity, No closeness. You trying to kill me right now won't actually do much of anything. I wanted you to do this to prove It has no effect."

Cecil felt the pressure and stood up, the blade placed up against his upper torso, Have. He walked into it. The sword inching into and puncturing his heart, lungs, and breaking his ribs. But there wasn't a flinch, or obstruction to bleeding, Face to face, body pressed against Rein. Blood starting coming out, over her. He knew what her power was, but had no fear.

"You see, Rein. I have been put in this position many times before, Death is not a fear for me, I welcome it. However, I am not granted such a luxury. Demons can die, Undead cannot. That is why, I not only require your services to kill the man who brought me back. But, I need you to be my friend, A conscious, or my guardian demon. Because if you don't. Then I cannot die. You, yourself will have to kill me. As a friend, not a random person you just met. If you ever value my life in the future, you will have to value my death. And bear it on your conscious in the future."

Cecil, In case she tried to drain his blood, went with an opposite force of water keeping it from leaving, not that it would do anything. But he didn't want her to have any power until the contract was finished.


Elerai, Wrote his name down on the registry for the coliseum, however he wrote down his name as a teammate to Grey, he was interested in watching him fight. Up close, In fact. Elerai scheduled a fight against him before he signed for the team battle.

Looking over the files of who is a fighter in the coliseum he found greys name and phone number. Taking out his cell phone he called Grey.

Grey heard his phone ringing in his pocket, took it out, flipped it open, and answered it, "Who is this? What is your purpose for calling?"

"I believe we have met before, Briefly. Well, I called to kindly tell you, There is a fight scheduled for you once this one concludes, it is at the coliseum, And my friend. I am the lucky opponent you must go against."