Well, the time has come, the time I actually get back on my feet. Yeah, I've been out for a while, since school has taken up a lot of my time as of late. It's even gotten to the point where the times I was free to write, I did other things instead since I've been away from writing for so long, and ultimately never finished this piece for the longest time. But, I have finished this at last, my piece for the spar I planned out with Azarel in August, but a lot of crap happened to the both of us, and he forfeited a little while back. After the dust settled for me, I just procrastinated for a while and never finished this spar until now. Good to be back in the swing of things, and once my schedule starts to loosen up again, I should be fine with taking battles again. In terms of this spar, CnC is, without a doubt, definitely appreciated. And also, I would honestly recommend that you read this story from Gdocs as opposed to the in-thread version, which does have all of the italics and bolded text, but I still think that the Google Docs version is better. So, with that out of the way, I think I can introduce the fight between two warriors who call the skies their home. The battle between Percius Farukon the Sky Guardian and Azarel Stavros the Bladeslinger.



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Monday, August 28 2017 at 11:51 p.m. Cloudfell City.

Azarel Castor Stavros looked up at the large hotel building, his black bandana concealing the fury written all over his face, a fiery rage all built up for a man dubbed the Sage of the East. The Bladeslinger however, found the man a fool for not only attempting to kill him, but do such cruel things to the people around him. Last week’s assault was the last straw for him. He never knew why he would try to cross the skilled assassin, but he didn’t care. Azarel was only here to get his revenge, and hopefully find some answers on his quest along the way. He had no time to screw around. He had to move.

In his left hand, Violet held a small letter, challenging the man to a duel, one Azarel was certain he could win. He had done his research, and the odds seemed to be in his favor. This Falconer, this Guardian of the Skies they called him, had powers that couldn’t hold a candle to the combined wrath of the legendary Blades of the Gods and the warrior who wields them. He was no match for the trained killer known as Violet.

“He won’t see it coming, heh, he’ll have no idea what will hit him when the time comes,” he muttered under his breath, all before he vanished into the pitch darkness.



Tuesday, August 29, 2017 at 5:52 a.m. Cloudfell City.

“Hold on Blades, I’ll get you your food pronto,” Percy said as he walked over to his nightstand, reaching for a blue metallic ball laying there, vibrating intensely. He picked up the ball with care, and took the time to observe the ancient markings all over it, at least before the ball jumped out of Farukon’s hand and unraveled itself to reveal the majestic turquoise-blue bird. In fraction of a second, the large deadly being started to fly around the room, squawking violently as it went. “Okay, calm down, you’ll get your food soon. Now quiet, you’ll wake everyone else up!” The bird almost immediately stopped, but was still extremely eager to chow down and eat.

Percy gave a chuckle as he tossed a large chunk of bird meat into the air, which was consumed in an instant. Percy began to repeat this process until his companion was fully satiated and gave a satisfactory squawk. Finally seeing as how the bird was no longer hungry, the Sage decided to go on his computer to check his email, something routine to Percy, especially in the early morning. He just felt the need to be on top of things. He told himself he wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but deep down, he was searching for a response from a dear friend of his.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Percius just stared blankly at his screen, dismayed that he still had not heard back from his dear friend Mathias Goodmin, who had disappeared a few weeks prior to his arrival in Cloudfell City. In fact, the only reason for his visit to the strange island other than to see his cousin was to look for his good friend. He had been doing all he could to look, his friends too. Raphi Taka, his only relative that he knew about, had been doing all he could as a part of the wRHG Regulation Force, a powerful group of fighters who made sure that peace could be kept throughout the land in a world full of powerful warriors. Joshua Higgins, owner of the JazzBerry Café and a close friend of Percy, had been putting up flyers all around the city. Even the mighty Bulwark had gotten nowhere. All of these people had been doing everything they could, but still came to no avail. Farukon knew that they were doing all that they could, but he couldn’t help but wonder what it would take to find his missing friend.

Squawk! Percy’s bird had snapped him back to reality. He looked at the falcon, and right in front of it was a small white envelope. Confused, the Sky Guardian opened it, and out came a small handwritten note. His eyes carefully read every word.

“A battle… It’s challenging me to a battle… Well then Blades, seems like you and I have been challenged to a fight! I’ve never backed down from one, and I definitely won’t start now.” Percy attempted a grin. “Let’s start training then! I mean, what can go wrong, right?” Percius stroked his pet’s head. He tried to sound cheery about it, but on the inside, fear and worry took over his mind. The note talked about an “awaited revenge,” and mentioned that “death and destruction would come upon him and his foul bird.” If he didn’t show, a “terrible occurrence would strike.” What it meant was a mystery, and no signature was left. A true enigma to Percy indeed. Blades could see the fear in Percy’s eyes, and hopped over to his owner, rubbing his head against his friend’s stomach. The Sage had thought about this whole thing being another set up like the one with Bulwark, but Percy didn’t want to not show up, especially since the note didn’t seem like an empty threat. Farukon felt conflicted, but he felt that he should go in the end. After all, this person may hold some answers. Ring! Farukon’s dark red phone rang. It was his cousin, Raphi Taka.

“Heya, Percy, I was wondering if you were willing to take a walk with me to some ancient ruins. Seems like something that would interest you wouldn’t it?” Percy pondered over his cousin’s words for a moment, wondering if he should show up. He made up his mind and gave his response.

“Sorry Raphi… I have more urgent matters to tend to at the moment. How about tomorrow? If circumstances allow it, I should be able to make it. You game?”

“Yeah sure, it’s fine really. Just call me when you’re ready. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye Raphi, hope to catch you around tomorrow,” he said as he hung up on his close relative.
Already, the Sky Guardian had yet another battle on his hands. To think such a lifestyle was what Percy had wanted for himself beforehand had really boggled Farukon’s mind at this point. He thought of all those people from before who had warned him of the dangers of such a reckless way of life, that it might not be worth it, and that it might prove to be less of a worthwhile sport and competition and more of a cruel game of life or death. Kwara, Mathias, Serif, maybe they were all right. With all this fighting, all the hostages being kept, all the innocent deaths, Percy was beginning to realize how right they were, and how terribly wrong he had been.

Farukon gestured for Blades to follow him out the door as he grabbed his gray jacket and left to get a cup of tea. There was just way too much crap to think about at 6:00 in the morning.

As he walked down the street, he thought over this whole thing again. Maybe he should just call off the meeting tomorrow with Raph, tell him to get together today and just ignore the threats. But Farukon decided he shouldn’t. Besides, this person may hold some answers that he needs. After he is to relax with some nice green tea, Percy decided that he is to sharpen his fighting skills for the remainder of the day. Unlike his encounter with Bulwark, he has no idea with whom he is dealing with, and if he had a challenging time keeping up with Bulwark, who knows what might happen with this one.



Tuesday, August 29, 2017 at 7:20 p.m. Cloudfell City’s Kahrai Village Ruins.

Rundown building after rundown building the Sky Guardian passed, wondering what it all looked like in its former glory. He wondered what the people were like, and he wondered how the whole village ended up becoming these ominous ruins that they are today. His gray suit was keeping him warm from the cool breeze, which would constantly mess up Percy’s hair, making him regret his decision to avoid putting gel in. Percy took out the small metallic ball from his pocket and let it unravel on its own. He gave a quiet whistle and nodded his head to a small tree on his right, asking the bird to wait there. He cared deeply about Blades, and treated it like his own child. Using his bird’s assistance was usually a last-minute thing, depending on his foe. Still, one thing was on Percy’s mind, something that bothered him greatly. He wondered who this person that wanted to meet him here was, and why he wanted a fight. It’s not like it was any ordinary fight, since the way the letter was worded made it seem like the author held some sort of grudge against Percy, and if Farukon was right about that, he still couldn’t find a reason why anyone would hate him. With these thoughts in his mind, Percy decided to take a seat on a nearby rock, deep in thought.

“So, you and your little bird decided to show up no didn’t you.” Farukon turned his head to his left, and there stood his challenger. It was a young teenager with black hair and cold indigo eyes. His clothing was simple, a black hoodie with neon-blue streaks and black leather pants. On his waist were three sword scabbards, two on one side and one on the other. From what Percy could see, they were about the size of a longsword, which could prove very troublesome to him. The boy wore a hood and black bandana too, which concealed most of his face. He also had black gloves on, which he clenched into tight fists and took a few steps forward. Birds near him began to fly away.

“Well, I would be too much of a chicken if I didn’t show you bird-brain,” Percy joked as he got up and started walking towards the young boy nonchalantly. Not expecting the pun, it took him a second to focus back on the Falconer’s movements. He took his right hand and created a ball of wind, which he quickly threw at Percy, but he dodged this with ease.

“Not another step from you!” The boy exclaimed, eyes alert for any sudden movement. “You… You’re one of them! Don’t you think this will be an easy battle to win, after all, there’s no way I’ll let you out alive. It’s time you get what you deserve!”

“And what exactly do I deserve now? Because I don’t recall committing any wrongdoing against you kid. Heck, I don’t even know you,” the Sage replied.

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t do anything to me. And what you deserve? Heh, well, you’ll find out soon enough.” Almost immediately, he pulled out one of his swords from his right. It was of greenish coloration, and wrapped around the hilt was a green cloth. He drew it back behind him, and focused a mysterious wind-like energy to swirl around the blade, which began to glow. Percy unveiled his elegant white wings and formed his chakram, quickly bracing himself for a speedy dash towards him, but his foe had other ideas.

With a slight smirk, Azarel threw the blade at Percy, who had moved to his left, not expecting the unorthodox use of the sword. In a flash, the sword-wielding boy sprinted up to the blade, which laid embedded in a nearby tree. He pulled it out quickly and jumped at Percy. He would have landed an overhead strike on his foe’s head had it not been for the indent in Farukon’s chakram and the Falconer’s great strength. The boy jumped back on impact and landed on both feet, ready to strike again.

“You know, I never got your name by the way, what was it again?” the Sage asked.

“Me? I’m the last thing you’ll ever see. And Hades over here will make sure of it.” The boy withdrew another sword, this sword black with a red-tinted blade and a cloth of similar color wrapped around the hilt. Percy looked down at his chakram. There was no way he could fight back with such weaponry against someone who wielded longswords in such an unusual way, at least to him. That was, until he realised that he had more of an advantage than he thought.

Seizing his opponent’s moment of weakness, the boy in black charged up his green sword with the wind again, and shot a beam of wind at him, to which he responded by folding his wings to cover his chest, completely shielding him from the attack.

Without a moment to waste, Farukon flew up the sky, beginning to hover as his assailant seemed ready to do something about his airborne foe. The Sage quickly began to fire his explosive feathers at the small-looking human. His enemy didn’t think much of it first, until they began to explode without warning. One knocked him into the trunk of a large tree, the one that Blades just so happened to be perched on. Percy groaned.

“And why am I always the one being called a liar left and right nowadays?” Farukon muttered under his breath as he then gave a rather loud whistle, and without hesitation, the bird flew up to his master, dropping yet another explosive feather on their foe in the process. Bang! Yet another explosion rang like it was the Fourth of July. It took a short while for the teen to recover from these series of explosions, but after a short bit of time, he got back up on his feet, ready to fight again.

Percy looked at the young lad, surprised he was able to recover that quickly. He just couldn’t exactly tell who this was, but he knew that this was clearly a trained killer. Though, Farukon didn’t want to waste any more time trying to figure out the young minor’s identity. Every second was valuable, at least in this fight. Percy knew that it would be no easy bout, seeing as how he possessed weapons and powers that would prove troublesome to the Sky Guardian.

Aga

Wasn't the title originaly "Demons in Disguise, Decagob Arrise"?

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Wasn't the title originaly "Demons in Disguise, Decagob Arrise"?

Yeah, that's what it originally was, but that was when you had the Demon Hunter as your glad. When you changed the spar to the Bladeslinger against Percy, it kinda made me change the story a bit and that title no longer made any sense.

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Yeah, that's what it originally was, but that was when you had the Demon Hunter as your glad. When you changed the spar to the Bladeslinger against Percy, it kinda made me change the story a bit and that title no longer made any sense.

Oh... okay then. Sorry for making you have to revamp the story.