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Trey: Time manipulation and a spectral armor/weapon set that can change into other forms of weapons and armor.

Kalena: Wields the Sword Truth that can control the earth and is an expert in melee combat.

wRHG: Trey vs. Kalena

The crowing of a rooster resounded across the land awaking all the inhabitants to start of a new day. Trey didn't want to get up today. Although the bed he slept on was nothing more than straw covered by a thin sheet of wool, the small comfort he found in it was warm. The sunlight began to peek over the horizon casting its rays through the window of his room. He turned in his bed trying to hide his face from the sun, but it was too late. He was awake now. It was always difficult to wake Trey, but so long as someone had a light, it was like prodding cattle with a red-hot poker.

Trey sat up and let out an exhausted yawn as dragged himself to the edge of the bed letting his feet touch the floor. His feet quickly retreated under the covers, but he reluctantly lowered his feet to the ground. "Why did I come to Aren in the first place?" Trey thought to himself as he stretched and pulled on his clothes. Of course, he knew why he was here, but this place was filled with so many corrupt souls that it made him sick. The only thing good about the place was wheat fields and the homemade bread that filled the air of most of the homes. Trey took a deep breath and the warm flavor of yeast could be smelt from behind his door as it wafted through the cracks and filled his room followed by a distinctive knocking.

"Coming," mumbled Trey as he trudged to the door pulled it open. No one was there. Trey leaned his head into the hall looking down both corridors before noticing the gift left at his feet. A piece of bread neatly wrapped in cloth and a small glass of milk sat on a tray at his doorstep. Trey reached for the bread and let his hand hover over it. Still warm, meaning that he hadn't gone completely insane yet. A smile molded across his cheeks as he removed the cloth from the bread revealing a white powdery substance and a small sketch of himself.

The sketch disturbed him a little, but the white powder intrigued him. "Oh? Is that...?" Trey wiped some of the powder that had fallen on the tray and licked his finger. His tongue tingled at the long forgotten flavor that danced in his mouth. â€œSugar!â€ Picking up the tray, he gingerly stuffed the bread into his mouth and went back into his room to grab his bag.

He was done with the general soul count for this area and it was time to move on to the next town, but a lingering feeling of guilt tugged at the strings of his heart. The people of this village were very kind and freely shared their hospitality despite the level of poverty they lived in and the dictatorship that ruled over them.

Trey made his way down the stairs pausing for a moment staring out one of the poorly patched up walls of the tavern. He bit his bottom lip and sucked on it, he knew there was nothing he could do. As the current Disciple of Time his only responsibility was to keep the balance of pure and corrupt souls only eliminating a few when necessary, but each time he would a great being would take its place.

Trey continued down the stairs and downed the glass of milk as he made his way to the main floor when a familiar grunt sounded from behind the bar. It was the manager that scared off the assassin last night. "Thank you for letting me sleep here sir. Since I didn't pay up front last night, exactly how much do I owe you?" Trey asked as he pulled out a sleek black wallet exposing several crisp dollar bills.

The manager's eyes widened as he quickly stuffed the money back into the wallet. "Put that away! Do you want to get mugged on the way out?" He hissed hinting with his eyes towards the men dressed in red in the far corner of the room.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to cause trouble." Trey apologized and suddenly feeling a shrinking feeling at the number of eyes stared at him.

"Look, just play along okay?" Hissed the manager as he tightened the grip on Trey's wrist and yanked him onto his toes. "Look I don't want no trouble in my place, so if you don't have the money then you're gonna have to pay with labor."

"What? But I have the money right-" Trey held up the cash in his hands shortly to have it knocked to the floor.

"I told you already, that's not enough! Now are you going to give me a hard time or are you going to get to working?" Shouted the manager as the figures dressed in red stood up and began to walk over to the counter.

"Is something wrong?" One of the men asked. He was a thinly built man with a scimitar on his side, but what set him off from the rest of the men was his curly mustache that seemed to resemble a hook when paired with his nose.

"This man is trying to leave without paying!" The manager replied angrily.

"But I told you I have-" The man with the curly mustache delivered a swift punch to the stomach quickly dropping Trey to his knees before he could finish his sentence.

"Mind your manners, boy." The man retorted with a sharp snort spitting on the ground next to him. "How much was the young man trying to pay you?"

"About seven dollars short of a night's rent," replied the manager snatching up the bills on the floor and holding it in front of the mustached man's face.

The man quickly stanched it from the manager's hands and licked his finger flipping through the bills to count them. "Quite, how pitiful." The man with the mustache stowed the cash behind the red folds of his clothes and delivered a kick to Trey's stomach. "Be sure he works hard manager." And with that the group of red departed out the swinging doors laughing obnoxiously at their bounty.

Trey managed to get to his feet, but what hurt the most wasn't the bruises on his sides. It was his pride. The manager swung his neck beneath Trey's arm and began to carry him out the back door. "Come on, easy does it."

The sun was high in the sky now and it only added to the terrible welt that festered at the bottom of Trey's stomach. Trey shook himself from the manager, "Why'd you do that old man? I had enough money to pay you, not only that but those...those-"

"Bandits took your money, yes I was there." The manager sighed folding his arms and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Son, I just saved you load of grief. If those men knew how much money you had, you wouldn't have taken even a step outside of this town before they ambushed you."

Trey seriously doubted such a thing would have happened to him, but he held his tongue. "Whatever, here's your money. I'm leaving." Trey pulled a handful of bills and tossed it at the manager before storming away.

The manager sighed shaking his head, "Hmm? Hey sonny you forgot your stuff!" He cried out but it was too late, Trey had disappeared from sight.

Trey continued marching through the edges of town when a commotion caught his attention. He crouched behind some boxes and water barrels peeking around the corner to see what was going on. A familiar band of red clothes caught his eye as the bruises on his sides began to ache. It was the bandits that had mugged him in the tavern. Revenge was sounding quite sweet at the time, he knew he had to continue being uninvolved with the village's issues. Acting on impulse would only bring trouble and cause an even greater imbalance to the current population of souls.

Suddenly, a vibrantly blue soul illuminated his vision so brightly it seemed to outline everything a cyan hue. It was a young woman wearing simple clothes bearing a strange looking sword on her side. Not something that was uncommonly seen other than a woman carrying a sword, but something seemed strange about it. Her sword was significantly shorter than the common sword, and the handle appeared to have no guard. An assassin? No, the handle was much too intricately designed for such stealth. It confused Trey, but what worried him more was the fact that she was approaching the bandits.

The bandits were unaware of her presence and without warning, the woman unsheathed her sword and carved an ear free from one of the bandits. "Return what you have stolen." She demanded pointing her steel at the bandits.

Blood stained the ground crimson as the bandit cursed loudly in pain while the other two backed away quickly revealing their weapons. "What are you waiting for? Kill her! Kill her!" The bandit screamed, but it was too late. The sound of blood splattered on the ground like rain and the crunching of bones resounded like the snapping of a tree's branches in a gale.

"Amazing," Trey uttered in awe. He began to stand up from his hiding place, but stopped himself in mid-crouch. It probably wasn't the wisest idea to approach a woman who had just defeated three men at once by herself, and be mistaken as someone hostile. Trey swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly began to tiptoe away when a loud voice made his heart jump.

"You, behind the boxes! Come out from where you're hiding and I might let you leave with one of your arms." Commanded the woman.

Trey arose from his wooden camouflage exposing the white of his palms. "I'm not a bandit." He answered hoping that would be the end of it, but the woman motioned for him to come closer. Carefully stepping around the boxes, Trey moved closer to the woman saying nothing.

The woman warily eyed him up and down for hidden weapons making sure to keep her sword between the two of them. "If you're not a bandit then who are you? Your clothes tell me you're not from around here."

This was true, in fact Trey hadn't thought about disguising himself since he had entered the town. "My name is Trey, I'm a..." Trey paused. He couldn't expose who he actually was to this woman. His inkling suspicion from the attack last night probably blew his cover already, he didn't need the entire countryside gossiping that he was there.

He racked mind for thoughts as he stuck his hand into his pockets, fiddling with the contents of lint and sticks brushing his hand against the cool plastic card that he had found the other night. A grin suddenly creased onto his face as an idea popped into his head. "I'm a RHG participant!" He proclaimed.

She warily raised an eyebrow in suspicion, "You are a RHG fighter?"

"Uh...sure, I'm a fighter." Trey held his fake smile before digging into his pocket and presenting his card. "See? Identification and all! Anyways, what's your name?"

"Kalena Eirwen," she replied. This guy was completely unlike the rest of the foes that she had faced, but she kept her blade between them. The registration was new to her, but as far as she could tell Trey's identification seemed legitimate. "Why do you fight?"

Trey scratched the back of his head trying to pick out an appropriate answer that wouldn't get him run through. "Well I'd like to say for the greater good, but what do you mean?"

"Why are you fighting in the RHG system?"

"Well to be truthful, I just found this card last night after I was attacked by an assassin." Trey replied. "Are you part of the RHG system too?"

Kalena nodded at his question. She could hear no lies in his voice or see it on his face. If what he said was true than he was nothing more than a person who was brought into this system unknowingly. "If what you say is true then you should leave this system as soon as you can if you can if you value your life." She replied sheathing her sword.

Trey smirked at the advice. If only she knew that he was more than capable of handling himself, but she on the other hand was human. He followed behind her as she began to walk away. "What about you? Why are you participating in this system then?"

"I heard that this town was being oppressed by a large group of bandits. I was already heading in this direction and I figured that I might as well take care of it." she said without slowing her pace.

Trey's face grew worried,"What do you mean, 'take care of it?' You don't mean you're going to kill them right?"

"Yes." She replied shortly.

Trey stepped in front of Kalena this time. He knew things were about to go south real fast, but he had to stop her. "Woah, woah, woah...You can't just waltz up to the bandit leader and kill him! Besides, there are many other minions under him and you're just one woman."

Kalena gave him an icy stare, "I can take care of myself. Besides, this is my business. Not yours." She said forcefully brushing past him in a huff.

"I don't mean it that way," Trey frowned, trying to search for the words he wanted to say, "Look, killing him might not even accomplish your goal, it's better to leave the bandits alone."

"And let the violence continue," she added flatly.

Trey scratched an invisible itch on his head. She wasn't one to be told what to do, and try as he might, he could not find a better way to convince her. "Fine then. Since we are in the same system, we may as well solve it that way."

Kalena paused, unsure of what he was getting at, "explain."

"We fight. If I win, you give up pursuing those bandits, and if you win, I'll leave you be, fair enough?"

His proposition was met with cold metal as Kalena thrust her blade swiftly right beside his neck.

"If you leave now, your head will be intact, fair enough?" She echoed. Not a single shred of mercy was on her expression. Trey immediately backed off, cold sweat rolling down his neck. She was touchy, too touchy for his liking. One wrong move could really send his head rolling on the floor. He went into a defensive stance, preparing himself for battle.

"That's only if you can kill me," he returned, "you don't have a choice, face me."

His words were accompanied with empty bravado, clear enough for Kalena to notice, but she said nothing, merely brandishing the sword that she had unsheathed so quickly.

And then she struck, a dashing slash that nearly took Trey's head off had he not ducked in time. She twirled her blade around, thrusting it straight at him. Trey immediately jumped back and cast his dagger. The familiar handle materialised in his hand, but that small show did nothing to stop Kalena's advance.

"If you intend on starting a battle, then stand and fight!" She snarled, swing her sword in sweeping motions again.

"Yea, I tend to cause a lot of trouble for everyone." He stood up taking a defensive stance as his clothes began to change into a light beige colored leather armor giving off a strange green hue. "Well I don't need this right now," Trey tossed his crossbow in the air and it stopped in midair as if gravity became nonexistent, freezing it in space as it began to fragment until it was no more.

Kalena narrowed her eyes at his new appearance, but her expression remained emotionless, unmoved by this change, just as she was for every trick he showed. Her spirit unfaltering, she pursued him with wider, quicker slashes, sacrificing strength for aim and range.

Trey cringed as he backed away from her assault, parrying any close attack with his dagger. The disadvantage in range was all too obvious to him, but getting closer without getting a limb chopped off was easier said than done. He had to use his crossbow, but where would she give him the opportunity to use it?

Trey anxiously glanced around at the things that were around him. It was not in his favor to be in long fights, especially since he was at a disadvantage in terms of distance. He had to get closer where his dagger could be effective or catch Kalena with his crossbow somehow. As Trey widened his stance, he felt a thud at the back of his heel.

"Thud?" That's right, he almost forgot that he had been fighting in the town, but this was no time for pondering such things. Kalena gave him no rest dashing forward and already drawing her sword from her side aiming at his neck. It was all or nothing now, a green glow brightly flashed behind him as Trey ducked under the slash and dove away from the building as its balcony fell.

It took a moment for the dust to settle, but when Trey looked around he could see no sign of Kalena. Was she dead? He doubted it, but any man trying to escape from falling debris would have certainly sustained significant injuries.

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