Wings of Ivalice [[Rated R (ARR)]]

"Okay, if you say so..." Siera still wasn't totally convinced but Driu usually said what she meant so she didn't dwell on it.

"O-oh god He's gonna die..." Elleron muttered to himself as the crowed cheered the two on, not caring if either died in the process. The half-viera racked his brain on what else he could do. Healing Ruyine would be too obvious and most other Magicks would cause too much commotion.

He had to take a chance, even if it was considered unfair. Ruyine had to fight two others before hand anyways. As he started casting the Magick, a few of the people around him moved away seeing as most Magick looked the same the same when its being cast. "Protectga!" He shouted, the magick intended to give Ruyine more defense flashed around the half-orc for a few seconds.

Ruyine tripped over himself as the blood loss began to be too much for the half-orc. His father took this opportunity to knock him to the ground and then left him, not seeing any real threat from his estranged son any more.

"Driu, I *do* trust you. But I don't want to be the downer out of the two of us." Siera slumped over slightly. "Even though I'm pretty much filling in that position already."

"Ohgod..no no no..." Elleron's body started shaking. Not caring what happened to himself, He ran towards Ruyine. Grabbing the half-orc shoulder, he propped him up slightly. "Don't die... please..." He pleaded.

Ruyine whimpered and nuzzled against Elleron before he fainted, mumbling a apology to his love and his mom.

"I'll tell you in good time, Driu. You are my soul mate after all." Siera sat back up and smiled.

Surprisingly, Elleron didn't start crying. He sobbed a few times before grabbing one of the daggers in the half-orcs hands. If Ruyine had risked his life to save his mother, the half-viera figured that he should help. Right now he didn't care if it was a family problem. As he stood up, Elleron gripped the handle of the dagger while an air of absolute anger and hatred seemed to seethe from him.

"Don't you dare walk away..." He growled, his face pointed down so his bangs hid his face.

Yareth turned around and looked at the hume, shrugging. "I see no point in staying around here. I've put my son in his place. He really should look before he leaps. The other minions of Arael will not be as merciful."

Elleron brought the dagger up, holding it in his right hand with his left behind it as a cruel looking smile played across his lips. As he tilted his head up, his face was still stained with tears but his currently brown eyes seemed to have narrowed into fine dots that made him look a tad crazy. "I'm not letting you get away. Oh no no no...Your not getting away at all..."

Quickly casting Hastega and Protectga on himself, the half-viera launched himself at the full blooded orc.

Yareth dodged the crazed the half-viera, swinging his tall spear around to hit Elleron in the backside.

The half-viera stumbled slightly, almost losing His balance. Though he managed to stay standing. "You almost killed him, he's your own kin..." Elleron growled before lunging at the orc again, though this time when he was a few feet away he jumped quickly, twisting his body around to try and land on Yareth's shoulders.

"He was just a accident. He's worth nothing!" Yareth moved away at the last possible moment and elbowed Elleron in the stomach.

Elleron ended up being thrown to the ground by the impact of his fall plus the elbow to his stomach. As he slid across the ground, stopping a few feet away from Ruyine, he had figured that this wasn't going to be an easy fight. It would only be easier if he ha brought his bow and arrows with him.

Sitting up and coughing slightly, the half-viera disguised as a hume took his fighting stance again. Though this time he stood upright with the dagger behind his back and his left hand outstretched to the Orc, palm up with his fingers closed. It was as if Elleron was telling the orc to charge him. And that was just what he was doing.

With the dagger behind his back, it hid any type of Weapon enhancement magicks so that was part of his plan. Though it was more or less having the dagger able to project his black magic in a more destructive way.

Yareth charged Elleron head on, confident that the supposed hume was finished. He was larger and stronger than him. What he didn't know was his enemy had magic.

"FIRE!" The half-viera shouted, swinging the now flame enriched blade towards the Orc. One would think that Elleron would've thrown the blade, but seeing as that was his only current weapon. He kept it, even if it was red hot with flames.

Yareth hissed as the flames engulfed the spear he was holding. The orc threw it to the ground before his hands got burned. He watched his weapon fade into nothing but ashes. With a grunt, he looked back up at the hume and pulled a pocket knife from his boot.

"Well, look at that. You know magicks. I wasn't expecting that. However, I'm got giving up, little hume."

With his hand now burning in pain and Yareth with now a close combat weapon, Elleron almost had a thought to run. But he didn't, he only ran during a pillage and that was to not get caught. This was a fight. It was then that he remembered something.

Totemas. Summons.

The half-viera smirked, bringing the now warm dagger to his left palm. "Your eyes can fool you, as well as your nose.. but..." He started to say before pressing the blade down onto his hand, his blood starting to leak out. "Magick can't!" Elleron shouted before slamming his hand to the ground.

Yareth cursed as he looked up at the big Totema, dropping his pocket knife and stabbing his own foot. "Ow!" He hopped on one foot, glaring at Elleron.

"E-Exodus.... Comet!" Elleron said, gasping for breath. His Mp was completely gone and the fact that he had summoned the largest Totema cause him to loose his breath rather fast. The Totema said nothing as it cast Comet, its scales clicking slightly as the magick was set off.

Everyone around them had run away, scared for their lives of the Totema, not knowing what it could do.

Yareth couldn't get away from the Totema's spell, being weakened as he was with a small dagger in his foot. All he could do was attempt to hobble away but it was too late. Exodus' Comet had made a direct hit and now the orc was no more.

After the spell, Exodus had vanished in a poof of black smoke that quickly dispersed. Elleron made his way over to Ruyine, the dagger still in is hand as if it had been glued to his skin from when he had used fire. Dropping to his knees, the half-viera crouched over his love. "I'm sorry... I ...I had to fight..."

Ruyine didn't move, still very much unconscious.