Brent shifted his hand quickly so that the halberd blade hit the lance instead. He stepped back, spun the lance over his head, then lunged at Razma with enormous force.

Razma shoved the halberd into the ground and used it to lauch himself in the air as Brent's attack went under him. He then yanked the halberd out of the ground and came down ontop of Brent, blade first.

Brent quickly rolled out of the way as Razma's halberd came down, barely missing him. Jumping to his feet, Brent swung the blunt end of the lance at Razma like a staff, aiming at his back.

It was pretty close, but Razma did manage to get the halberd up in time to black the attack. "Your pretty good, wonder how you would fare against other weapons." Still holding the halberd with one hand, Razma uses the other hand and makes a longsword. He then pushes in with the halberd and attacks with the sword.

Brent jumped to one side. "Two weapons? I'll have to even the playing field then." He formed another lance with his empty hand. Holding one horizontally to parry any possible counterattack, Brent struck again.

Jess and Yuna stayed with each other, jogging out on the track that circled the football field. Yuna smirked and broke the silence. "You know, I saw a banner that said that today was Naked Wednesday. I figured it's a prank, since nobody, from the teachers to the Student Council, would authorize something like staying naked for the whole day. Jess had to agree, but that put her mind of a bizarre trail of thought, which began with Yuna's powers. Her powers were based on seduction. She was as beautiful as, if not more than, Jess herself, but she often altered her seductiveness to keep people from staring at her. Jess asked Yuna once if she could seduce girls, and Yuna just grinned mysteriously at her. Jess always had this idea in mind when she was close to Yuna, and silently wondered how long Yuna would wait before she would just use her powers to seduce Jess. Nah, she wouldn't do that to her best friend...would she? Suddenly, Yuna shook Jess's shoulder. She almost ran off the track into the nearby fence.

"Thanks, Yuna. Sometimes, I space out on a certain thing."

Heleron walked over to Jhaal and started to converse with him. After several minuets they both nodded their heads in aggrement. Heleron walked over to the rise in the middle of the stadium. "Everyone listen up" He shouted. After the arena had fallen quiet he addresed the students "Alright everyone Me and Jhaal have agreed that a tournement would be a good way to train today". Everyone started talking up again in excitement. "I'M NOT FINISHED" Heleron yelled at the students "Ok first the rules for signing up. Each of you will be seperated into two catagories, those that are fighting hand to hand and those that are fighting with weapons. The people fighting hand to hand will come to me to sighn up and the people fighting with weapons will go to Jhaal. Now in the first rounds of the tourney a person who is fighting hand to hand will be fighting a person who is using a weapon. That is how the tournement is being organized. Now for the rules, firstly every one that fights with a sharp object whether claw or weapon will have to submit it to a remove edge spell to take away much of the risk of fatalities. You lose a round if you either give up, get knocked unconscious or move out of the ring. You are not allowed to strike below the belt or in the eyes. If a person is incapable of fighting back or lost the round you are to stop fighting immediatly. To anyone who loses after the first round you will can participate in another tournement. The winner of both tournements will fight each other. The winners of both tourneys will get a special prize and the one who beats the other tournement winner will get an even better prize. After I finish talking you have one hour to sighn up but first any questions?"

OOC: IHMN told me to remove the rank thing

"No." Nora responded. "If you burn me, you destroy all of your clothes, and you'll start a fire in the room. You will also break a major school rule, attacking a fellow student with the intent to kill. Right now, all I'm guilty of is going through your property. You destroyed mine, and you're threatening me with magic."

Nora smirked before continuing. "Now, I am willing to let this slide, if you take off that skirt. It is Naked Wednesday afterall."

Even if she did attack, Nora was confident that he would win the fight.

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Micheal signed up for the weapons side. He went to Jhael, who was handing out weapons for those who did not have their own. Micheal didn't want to try anything special, so he took a broadsword.

Ken started whistling as he put books away, but the librarian shushed him. After a while, he was down to two books. That's when he took a step back and looked at them. One book was snarling at him, the other seemed to be somehow exuding this aura that said, "Open meeeee."

When Ken saw the title, A personal description of the netherhells, he decided that it would maybe be best to leave it alone. Except, the room is was supposed to go in was locked. Ken found a librarian and asked if he could have a key to it, but was denied access.

No matter how hard he tried to explain, this librarian didn't understand the concept that it was the last book Ken had to put away. After a while, when Ken said "Well what should I do with it?" and the librarian replied, "Read it," Ken took a step back and tried to consider what he was going to do.

"I don't want to learn about the netherhells. Besides, I get a feeling that opening the book would be a very bad idea."

Obviously not paying attention to Ken's plight, the librarian said, "Some of the books have minor demons sealed within them. Without the right portents, some can get out. They're only minor ones though."

That's about when Ken accidentally dropped the book and the cover came unlashed. A purple hand stuck out from under the cover, so Ken stomped down on the cover. Hard. There was a bit of a shrieking as he got the buckle back into place and kept the book closed.

Finally tired with it, Ken put the book on the librarian's desk, and said, "Look, I've done everything you've asked me to do, including trying to get some book about bats onto the top shelf. Of a magical library. I'd put the book away for you, but you seem against letting me do that. You can put it away yourself."

He left it at that, grabbed his bag, and left. Right when he got outside, he checked the bottom of his shoe. Green goop was stuck onto it.

Well, now I can tell Moros I almost unleashed a minor demon from it's imprisonment...

Kiyoshi had sighed about 3 minutes before Heleron said that unarmed humans were not allowed to compete. It wasn't a big deal for him, he had trained in armed combat as well, but he much preferred to remain unarmed. He thought about concentrating on, and finding, the outcome of the tournament, but he decided it would be more interesting to let the inevitable remain unseen for now. It was so boring to just go through motions, and at times he just wanted to shut his power off. Right now, however, he planned, fully, upon abusing it. He merely had to decide upon which weapon he would use.

The weapons rack held longswords, broadswords, katana, clubs, jitte, halberds, staves, and any other weapon one could think of. His eyes, however, fell upon the boken--japanese wooden swords, carved out of a single piece of oak.

When the teachers finished their announcement, Kiyoshi was already standing next to Jhael, and immediately signed up. He kept a hand in his pocket as he walked over to the weapons and picked out a boken. A laughable weapon against the claws and steel the others would be using, but that's exactly why he chose it.
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Kiros in the meantime had made it back to his dorm room and entered, letting the door slam behind him.

His personal radio was turned on, and he was glad that Callous-Paw was nowhere to be seen. School-Charter specifically stated that loud music wasn't tolerated beyond certain levels, so as to keep from disturbing other students who may be sleeping or studying, and Kiros wanted to lose himself in his music. He found the music and lyrics cathartic.

The CD tray slid open soundlessly as he placed the metallic disc within and pressed the button to close the tray and begin play. His hand moved to the volume and he slapped the side of the dial, shooting it to near max before walking over to his bed and collapsing onto it.

Outside the room the music could still be heard clearly:

Can we ever forgive love for it's pain,
a tragic poem--the truth that burns on the brain.
The city's sweat is scaring her into her dreams
as the song screams to fill her quiet evening.
Let me out put, your words on fire till i'm gone.
I'm unattainable and crippled with desire
To float away from this mother fucking human world.
Makes you wonder why she laughed when I caught her crying

I am not your savior,
but I'm crippled with desire.

Let this smile give her everything that she needs,
but I'm the song, the song she doesn't want to sing.
Forgive me as I burn into the evening.
I run from love and seek the field of pain.
These words tear at me and make me bleed.
With Enmity, that's where you'll come and find me.
Light, it enters melts away emotion.

As I watch the sun fuck the ocean crying:

I am not your savior
but I'm crippled with desire.
I'm not your savior.
Not the wonder..
Now I sit here crippled with desire.

Desire... desire... desire... desire... desire... Desire!

I am not your savior,
wish that I were.
Now I sit here,
crippled with desire.

Kiros closed his eyes and slipped away under the lyrics of fluxuating pitch and the loud music with its fast beat. He loved this song. He related to it perfectly.

After it stopped, but before the next song began, he whispered quietly, "I'm the song she doesn't want to sing..."