Gruesome Encore [Knux/Coliseum]

Under the shade of an oak tree, Angelus bit into an apple. It was to be his snack before the new Coliseum match that had been set up only a month after the last concluded. It had been quite bothersome, and irritating, but Angelus had been garnering fans like moths lately. Perhaps his sudden rise of notoriety was due to that young Fanalis man that rose Angelus' hand up to the crowd. Not quite yet accustomed to the random people coming up to him up on the streets of the capital city, he enjoyed the rural outskirts. It was about time for him to get up however and meet with his sponsor who had his last set of new gear for the menacing gladiator prodigy. Angelus had to walk to the estate of the man just before the match, and pick the new pristine gear up. It had begun to be very exciting for the Coliseum spectators whenever Angelus fought, since the duels usually were quite flashy. It was especially the case with the previous duet duel.

Angelus: "I have only begun.."

Said the determined figure, walking before the doors of the estate. It was only a few months ago now that Angelus was a mere common person, no renown to his name whatsoever. Yet, once he began to unveil his genius understanding of combat to the people of the capital and the military, his fame grew exponentially. It was only but a mere foundation for what he wanted to do. Angelus had to be careful to not get ahead of himself though. If he overestimated himself, he could quickly be humbled at a second's notice, and left dumbfounded, or even dead. Angelus knew though that he was far from what he wanted to be though. It was hard to quell the man's thirst for power, for dominance. It was the only way he could do as he saw fit. Therefore, he worked hard, day in and day out. Angelus was filled to the brim with resolve for his goals. Entering the estate and being guided to Lucius, he were to meet again with the man, where the man were to gift Angelus new set of weapons.

Lucius: "Angelus, good to see you. You have been bringing me great profit, so I have bought you some new gear. It is a two handed immaculate bastard sword known as Fool's Gold, and a shiny new shield known as the Standing Mirror. It is quite nice, right? It is said the sword can turn into a dust that can reform at will of the user. While the shield on the other hand can blind others."

Explained the smiling sponsor, displaying the two new weapons on a table.

Angelus: "These are quite nice. Thank you, Lucius. Anyhow, let us go now to the duel. You told me before I will be fighting with Knuckles yet again, right?"

Inquired the young man, equipping his new weapons.

Lucius: "Yes, everyone loved the duel, so we set up another one."

Confirmed the sponsor, walking behind Angelus to the Coliseum.

Angelus: "Is that so. Well, I ought to put on a show then. It is time for an encore, Knuckles."

Mumbled the man to himself, walking past excited crowds gathering within the great and grand Coliseum where gladiators perished or thrived. It never ceased to bewilder the prodigy warrior how people got thrilled to witness bloodshed. It was truly a horrific sport of Reim, but a sport none the less. Angelus painted his lips with the black paint he ever so loved. It were to rile up the crowds before the match as they saw him enter. News of the Ibania campaign had begun to reach the capital. So people knew Angelus not as just a gladiator, but a man who decapitated a head of a Senator of Reim. It made the white haired man the most well known he had ever been before. Though, he was no person as popular as some of the politicians or even the undisputed leader of Reim's Republic and Fanalis Corps, Octavius. That was to soon end however. Angelus walked into the barracks, and were to enter when called upon by the Coliseum announcers. With a slow strut into the arena, he rose his bastard sword up while the spectators roared in anticipation for the new duel.

Angelus: "It is a pleasure to meet you again, Knuckles. I am sure you have set your eyes on a target by now, as I have. Let us put on a great encore."

Said the man, prepared to fight and draw the blood of his foes. Angelus' eyes focused intently on the man before him he were to mark as a target. It was a magician that looked close combat ready, having a bright crimson dagger out and his dark wand.

Plot Log: Fool's Gold obtained. Standing Mirror obtained.

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By the entrances of the Coliseum, the roars resonating loud, the men that were gladiator partners exchanged words. Once again, they were to fight together to decimate the rather tough enemies before them now. It seemed that both men could expect quite rigorous duels. However, before the duels begun, the fanalis were to inform Angelus that he did not wish for any help. It appeared that the prideful Knuckles preferred to only use his own power. Angelus were to nod his head to the honorable gladiator. Upon this stage is where the young soldier intended to display how far he had come since he started fighting here. It was a highly anticipated duel. Angelus had truly come far from the day he began to vigorously fight for the prosperity of his fate. Clutching his bastard sword tightly with both hands, he were to stare intensely at his foe that looked to be a mage of some high tier. It were to be Angelus' first duel facing a properly trained magician. If he were to win this duel, he had to be prepared to face whatever magic that may be thrown at him by this dark magician. However, with not much experience facing the likes of magic, Angelus had to just learn and face his magic as the duel went on.

Orev: "I have heard much of you, warrior. I hope you are more fun than those other buffoons I slew."

Voiced the dark clothed magician, casting a menacing spell with his wand. It were to be quite a frightening beast that emerged from the magic, but for the unfazed white haired man, this was but an obstacle in his path to securing his victory. It was to be dealt with swiftly. Angelus staring dead at the feathered beast, he begun to dash with no hesitation or second thought. Perhaps this mage had gone too long without facing a true rival, a true warrior, one who matched his magic. It was a lucky day for the gothic magician, for he had met an equal, or worse. Angelus were to close the distance with the dark beast, and face the bird up close. It were to try and strike the young man down with a heavy punch.

However, the young long locked warrior evaded this strike by dispersing his bastard sword into a cloud of gold dust and then concealing his location with the cloud. Angelus were to reform the blade of the bastard sword on the wrist of the beast and swipe the hand of the beast clean off. It were to make a thud upon striking the ground, lifeless. However, very quickly the white haired warrior found out that the beast could regenerate. It had already begun to regenerate. It was not a particularly good thing to learn about during this duel. Angelus sighed for a moment, before then trying to rush past the avian beast that was reforming. It was time to head straight for the source, Orev..!

Orev: "Finish my beast before me, dunce!"

Yelled out the magician, hoping he could stay far from the man.

Angelus: "No."

Said cold and bluntly the not dumb gladiator. It was to die a fool to persist on trying to destroy that beast. If it could reform continuously, there was no point. Dashing right for the black mage, Angelus prepared to defend. It was quite likely that the magician was to throw out more magic. Nearing only closer to the mage were to indeed provoke him to then defend. Angelus rose up his shield and would block the incoming magic that was just thrown out. It was a flock of pitch black birds that flew at him. A smirk behind his shield, he were to return to his charge at the mage. However, as this occurred, the beast had reformed at last. It were to try and strike down Angelus yet again. One strike was enough, Angelus were to cut the leg of the beast off, causing the beast to fall, unable to maintain balance.

After the beast fell, Angelus were to recalibrate his focus onto Orev. Angelus were to step up to the man and prepare to take his head off his very shoulders. Orev were to try and parry a slash from Angelus, but Angelus were to feed magoi to his laurel band which were to coat his blade in a veil of razor magic. It were to help win the clash for the warrior. Angelus' blade were to overpower the parry by Orev and he were to cut the man on his chest, and then follow it with another slash, dealing A-Tier to the man. Trying to protect himself, he were to jump back in pain and cast his borg for he could recuperate. However, the persistent Angelus were to not let the dark mage get a moment to rest whatsoever. Pouring magoi into his bastard sword again, he were to have the sword disperse and reform, stabbing the borg, undoing the borg.

Angelus: "You are not very scary nor fun."

No remorse in his voice, he whispered into the ear of the mage, driving his blade that had reformed onto the hilt deeper into the chest of the mage as he could do nothing but accept the fate that befell him here. It was long due, for he had truly sinister sins to repent for. Angelus stared him deep in his eyes, with that same lifeless look that past foes of Orev looked at him with when they were dead, and now the same look that the unholy and immoral Orev were to take on. It was the end of the path of fate for the mage. Angelus drove his bastard sword within the heart of the man to deal A-Tier damage, and were to then cut his head off for one last instance of A-Tier damage, returning the man to from which he came, the rukh.

Orev: "Y-you.."

It were the last words Orev were to mutter before his head came off. Angelus were to grab the man by his hair and rise the head up to the crowd to show them what came of those who toyed and played with enemies just to torture them. It was the most inhumane way to slay a man. Angelus wished to make an example of Orev to the crowd and those that may be spectating. Unnecessary pain and suffering was not to be tolerated by Angelus nor his comrades. It was cruel, and served no purpose but to entertain. Glancing back at Knuckles, the white haired man were to drop the head of the dark mage and stroll to the fanalis victor. Angelus' hands quite bloodied now, he were to outstretch his hand to the man and celebrate the victory of this here duel. Angelus' earrings jingled as he made his steps, while his lipstick exhibited the rebel like and unique nature of Angelus. In his heart lied a deep and strong conviction to improve, to be great, to lead, and to display his dominance.

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