Ok i knew this would be a onesided fight when i challanged Lobotomizer but I wanted to see how i stacked up. Lobotomizer will post later.

[spoiler=story]Perhaps it is my fate.

To only look at her back, watching her fight for her ideal.

Helplessly watching her kill, watching her get injured.

At times I wanted to stop her, tell her that no matter how noble her intention was, there were lines that simply cannot be crossed.

“The end never justifies the means”, was what I thought.

But no matter how, I could not convey this to her. I could not bring myself to.

I can only hope, with all my heart, that she would realise this someday.

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“Wakey wakey, mister sleepy.”

Corvon frowned in his sleep, his eyelids shut tighter as bright light shone on his face. Yet despite the disturbance, he was still quite asleep.

“Oh come on, you lazy little...”

All of a sudden, he was rudely awakened as his body was violently shaken by a pair of rough hands. His head lolled back and forth on his shoulders, jarring his mind with a splitting headache.

“Stop!” He cried out, confused and disoriented. The shaking stopped, which gave him an opportunity to open his eyelids and view his surroundings. Right in front of him was Jeff, staring at him with bored eyes. He seemed worse for wear, if it was possible to call him that. His clothes, cloak and all, were in the same condition as before, but his features were a whole different matter. Eyebags had formed, and his hair more in a mess than ever.

“Jeff?” He uttered, somewhat taken aback by the change in his appearance.

“Yes, I’m glad you remember my name, something I’d expect considering I’m your driver,” he muttered, and pulled Corvon out of the car, “come on, out you go!”

Corvon had no time to even protest as he was brought out, but even as he was about to complain, his attention was drawn in by the change in the surroundings. They were no longer in the little-maintained dirt road, but next to a real, tarmac road that was the norm in most of the urban land. Where Jeff had parked the vehicle in what seemed to be a wide, sheltered building. Vehicles came to and fro, as did people.

“A...filling station?” He guessed.

“Bingo,” Jeff snapped his fingers, “you’re a genius. We’re in the main roads now. Just as well, because I was about to run out of fuel.”

“Run out of fuel?” Corvon thought back to Jeff’s words. He had slept for at least an hour, perhaps two. Yet they are at a filling station, when they should have arrived at their destination, “are we not headed for our destination?”

Jeff hesitated for a moment, “yeah well, the road was blocked off. Trees falling over and such from the rain not too long ago, so we have to go on a detour. A really long one.”

He stuck a thumb at the store in the station, “anyway, we’ll be staying here for a little while. You can buy food and drink if you want from that store. Once I’m done with what I have to say anyway.”

Corvon frowned,” What you have to say?”

Jeff pulled him close, till Corvon could almost smell his minty breath, “Here’s a word of advice. If you want something done, you go out and do it. Life doesn’t give handouts; hoping gets you nothing. Got it?”

Corvon was shaken by the sudden warning. He would have thought it a joke, had he not seen the look in Jeff’s eyes. They were cold and hard, resembling nothing of the normally cheerful and jesting nature of the man. He knew not what Jeff was referring to, but he understood that those words were something he had to keep in mind. And so he nodded in acknowledgement, which made Jeff’s eyes soften somewhat.

“Good. Now be off. Kalena has the cash, so go to her if you want to buy anything. I’ll be in the car, taking a short nap.”

Corvon watched Jeff withdraw into the rustic vehicle, then realised why he was in such a condition. Perhaps close to six hours had elapsed, and throughout that time he had been driving, while both Corvon and Kalena had fallen asleep. Silently he thanked Jeff for holding out for so long, before leaving for the store.

A blast of wind assaulted Corvon as he stepped into the store, stinging his face with its cold. At first he had thought the world had it’s own magic, before calming himself when he realised that it was simply the air conditioning. The interior of the store was fairly small, but nonetheless was filled with shelves stocked a variety of goods, most being food. A few people were present, but otherwise it was relatively empty and quiet, something which he had grown used to. He found Kalena a few shelves away, fiddling with a few packagings.

“Kalena?”

She turned at his call, then acknowledged his presence, “Corvon.”

He approached her and peered at the package in her hands. “VARIETHOR’S FINEST: CUP NOODLE / ALPACA DELIGHT”

“Prepared and preserved food seems to be the norm,” Kalena noted, placing the bowl-like product back on its shelf, “how interesting.”

“You seem little perturbed by the new environment,” Corvon commented, something which had been on his mind for quite some time. Kalena never seemed to give more than a fleeting glance at things that were new to the both of them, which was odd considering that, unlike he, she had made no effort in learning about the various machines and such. It was as if she was used to everything in this world, even though she was seeing them for the first time.

“I believe that if I simply do not think of how objects of this world work, I would need not waste time fretting over them,” she answered simply.

“Ah,” Corvon nodded. He had to admit, it was a good way of thinking, though not something he recommended.

“And?” Kalena tilted her head towards him questioningly, “how is Jeff? I was beginning to fear for his fatigue, considering how long he had driven for.”

“He is...fine, I suppose. He did say he was going to take a rest, though for how long I do not know,” he answered.

She hummed, but said nothing, instead examining another package of food. This time it read “FAMOUS LAMERS FABULOUS CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES”. A grotesque man’s face was printed above the lettering, showing a wide, toothy grin.

“He seems to be a good man,” she finally spoke.

“He is,” Corvon agreed.

They spent the next moments in silence, looking at the various products that lined the shelves. Corvon wondered just how people could make up their minds in facing so many choices, many of which are almost similar to each other, save for the manufacturer. He glanced at Kalena briefly, wondering what she was thinking at the moment. Had he ever known what was going through her mind? He doubted it. No one could.

“Kalena?”

“Hm?” She answered, though her eyes were still fixated on a packet of cookies.

“What...do you think of me?” He mustered himself to ask. It was a stupid question, but he just felt he needed to know. They had spent much time together, surely she thought more of him than just a companion?

She did not answer immediately, slowly placing the cookies back on their shelf before turning to him, “why do you wish to know?”

His mouth opened, then shut again when he realised he could not think of an answer. “Just...curious, is all,” he finally replied, albeit a little hesitantly.

“I think of you as a friend, a confidant. A person I can trust and rely upon,” she answered unblinkingly.

“I...see,” Corvon nodded, feeling a little disappointed. He stopped. What was he disappointed for? Surely he hadn’t been wishing for her to fall in love with him? Her answer was a good enough one, yet he could not help but feel that something was lacking.

“You think of me as a confidant, yet I know little about you,” he half joked, then sooner wished he hadn’t.

“There is little for you to know,” Kalena shook her head slowly.

“How can that be?” he returned, “even now I cannot fathom what you might possibly be thinking at any time.”

“Then tell me what you wish to know,” she said, “for I cannot think of anything to tell you.”

For a moment he hesitated, but he had come so far, he might as well continue, “why...did you kill Sebastian?”

“Sebastian,” she repeated the name, as if she were unfamiliar with it, “that man who housed a demon, was it?”

“Yes.”

“What other reason would there be to smite him, other than his being a murderer?”

“He did not murder intentionally!” Corvon argued, “should he be punished with death simply because of his fate?”

“Should the lives of innocents be risked for the sake of one man?” she countered, which made him fall silent immediately, “regardless of your thoughts, you cannot deny that letting him live would cause countless of others to die.”

“That is true but...Sebastian did not deserve that!” He half shouted, annoyed that she could not see it his way.

“Deserve what?”

The two turned at the voice, to see a young man walk towards them, curiosity clearly etched in his expression.

“This conversation is not of your concern,” Kalena replied cooly, “please leave.”

“Ah, I apologize,” he said pleasantly, unfazed by her words, “my name is Bodacious. You see, I had a friend of the same name, and I was wondering if you were, say, acquainted, with him?”

“I am sure there are plenty others of the same name,” Corvon answered, “perhaps you are mistaken.”

He hadn’t acknowledged it then, but he felt a tingling sense of dread. A sense of dread all too familiar to him. Might it be...?

“That is why I want to make sure,” he replied, “blond hair? Slim build? Somewhat big eyes and thin nose? He’s about my height, does it resemble the Sebastian you met?”

Corvon's emotionless expression belied his thoughts. His mind was thrown into turmoil by those words. Of course, this had to happen. They had to meet a friend of one Kalena had slain.

He was about to deny having ever met the man. He only had to apologize, say he knew nothing. They'd be on their seperate ways after that, with no need of conflict. But before he could even open his mouth to speak, Kalena spoke up.

"I believe we have met him. And by my hand did I fell the man," She said.

Kalena! He gave her a panicked glance, but she made no notice. Why did she reveal it? She was bound to the truth, but she could have hid the fact of his death all the same, or not have spoken at all. So why...?

Bodacious, however, seemed misunderstand her words, "I'm sorry, "fell"? You fell for him?"

"No, I killed him," she replied bluntly.

At that moment, Corvon felt the urge to scream. They were done for. There was no recourse after what she had said. It would lead to another fight, ending with the death with either person, neither of which he had wanted to happen in the slightest.

Unsurprisingly, Bodacious's first response was of disbelief, "this is a joke? Right?" He asked, still smiling.

"I only tell the truth," she answered simply.

"You killed him."

"I did, yes."

The next response then was that of anger. "He was a friend. My friend," he uttered through gritted teeth. His fists were clenched and trembling in rage, and it was just about all he could do to punch a hole through this woman. Killed? How could she?

"As he was a demon. I would not risk countless of other lives for the sake of sparing one man," she replied emotionlessly. If she had noticed the man's anger, she showed no knowledge of it. It was almost as if she were provoking him.

"Demon? That's not possible. I gave him my rope to stop that!" He half shouted.

"Whatever it is that you did, it failed to work," she said, giving no regard to the man's outburst., "his demon was able to surface from within him. I cut down the two to ensure it would never happen again."

Bodacious fell silent, hanging his head low. Corvon watched him nervously. What would the man do? Break down? Attempt to strike Kalena down from where she stood?

"Why did you tell him?" He hissed in Kalena's ears. More than ever he blamed her for revealing the news so casually, as if it meant nothing to her in the slightest.

"Why should I do otherwise?" She countered, "so that he may walk out thinking that his friend was safe, only to realise later that he had been lied to?"

Corvon made no reply. He could not. And he would not be able to think of a reply, for it was then that Badacious regained his composure, though still visibly shaken by the news.

"It's wrong of him to have let daicilus out, but it's even more wrong to have killed him for that," Bodacious shook his head slowly, then stared straight at Kalena, his eyes filled with determination and anger. So intense were those emotions that Corvon felt as if they had taken the form of an aura around the man, "I will fight you. A death match for my friend that you have slaughtered."

Kalena met his gaze evenly, "so be it."

"There's flat land not far from here behind the gas station. We'll fight there," with those words, he turned and stormed out, his anger could be felt even when he had left.

"Kalena!" Corvon exclaimed, "do you know what you've done? Why did you tell him? Why must you have it lead to this?"

"I have answered that," she replied coolly, "Knowing the truth is better than not. It is his decision to resolve it through battle, and my obligation to honor his wish."

"What wish?" He cried out, "the wish to kill? Die?"

Kalena made no reply, only turning to leave the store to follow Bodacious. Corvon felt his knees grow weak, and it was all he could do to keep himself from collapsing.

"Why...?" He murmured, but knew noone would be there to answer that very question. He could only hope.

And hope.

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The night wind blew at Kalena’s face, almost in a mournful fashion as she followed closely behind Bodacious. Neither spoke to the other as they walked toward the determined battlefield.

A rumble from the skies. Kalena looked up, to feel a drop of water hit her forehead. Then more came, till the two were drenched from the pouring rain. Winds howled, and thunder bellowed, as if the very heavens were displaying their intense anger. She gazed at the dark clouds with a dazed expression, and a small smile gradually formed on her lips. It was almost fitting, the rain. A setting all too appropriate for such a battle.

They stopped when they had reached the middle of the waterlogged field, about as wide as the gas station itself. Bodacious spun around and immediately crouched into a stance, baring his bare fists at his enemy.

“Bring out your sword,” he demanded. She did as he ordered.

The battle happened right then. Bodacious flung himself at Kalena, his fist pulled back for a punch at her abdomen. With no time to strike back, she instinctively turned and held the flat of her blade by her side, letting the attack land squarely against her sword. She winced as the force of the blow jarred her arm numb, pulling back before he could attempt another strike. Even with fists he showed monstrous strength unlike those she had fought before. Perhaps if she hadn’t blocked that attack, she might’ve simply fallen from that one hit.

He watched her go, but did not pursue, satisfied that she acknowledged his strength.

“I suppose you understand now,” he said, a slight smirk forming on his face, “you’re not the only one who was able to beat Daicilus.”

She made no reply, taking the time to steady her breathing. At the very least, he was slow enough to cut down; a much easier opponent than the demon from before. She put her sword low by her feet, waiting for the attack that would come next. It came went Bodacious charged at her once more. A predictable jab that she swiftly avoided, returning with a straight cut upward. He abandoned his offense then, jumping back to avoid the slash that would have took his arm.

“Guess I can’t let you do that,” he murmured, though his words were blown away by the torrential rain. Kalena watched him motion to take the hat off his head, wielding it in his left hand as if it were a buckler. Normal people would have dismissed it as an act of insanity; she played safe with the assumption that he now had a shield. A shield that could potentially deflect her attacks.

Once again bodacious was the first to strike, closing the distance between them with a single stride. Kalena jumped back before he could even land a hit, thrusting her blade ahead of her in a quick counterattack that grazed his side. It did nothing to stop his advancement, however, for he continued onward with

Wow Lobotomizer, you did an amazing job job on bodcious. superbly well done. would like to see your thoughts on my version.

It's been awhile; I haven't really gotten much time until now. It might be quiet late, but nonetheless I believe I should at least put out my thoughts for your fight.

As SpeerMintty said, you need to format your writing. Sticking multiple dialogues in the same paragraph makes it hard to read and is somewhat off putting. try to have one paragraph for each dialogue from one character. Sometimes it'll end up with you having just one line of dialogue in a paragraph, but at the very least, it's clear to read.

I believe this goes without saying, but you lack terribly in grammar, spelling and punctuation. Did you bother proof reading your own work? As jarring it is to see them, some grammar mistakes are unavoidable. However, rampant spelling and punctuation errors simply show a lack of negligence on your part, so make sure you proofread at least once. Not doing so just shows that you are lazy. Lazy is not good.

"Yea your right," my voice picked back up to its perky, upbeat tone, " If she attacks first then it would be self deffence like Sebastian!"

This. Is stupid logic. It's hard to say anything otherwise. Self defense or not, you would still be hitting a woman. It is a flimsy excuse, and I'd accept it if your character was skeptical about such an excuse, but he seemed utterly convinced that using "self defense" is a totally legitimate reason to absolve himself of all sin. It's utterly wrong.

Sebastain came with me, he wanted to watch the fight since I kept him from killing her last time. I think he wanted to appologize as well. I knew I might need backup as well, incase she saw the evil in me and tried to kill me so it was a relief fo have him as help.

More stupid logic. But first, I'd like to point you toward your complete and utter lack of description. How did he know sebastian wanted to apologise? What does his being stopped from killing Kalena have to do with wanting to watch the fight?

Take note, "it was a relief to have him as help" (I'm not even sure if that sentence is right grammatically), you stated he was just watching. He wouldn't be "help" unless something happens, such as Bodacious being at the edge of death. A precautionary measure is what it is, not help.

Finally, we get to the stupid logic part. "in case she saw the evil in me and tried to kill me"

Other than this sentence being more awkward than celebrating a birthday without a cake, it is also devoid of common sense. See the evil in him? Does your character even consider himself a sinner? He doesn't sound the type to be terribly paranoid that he would suspect her to instantly brand him as a sinner and outright kill him, why would he think that way? On top of that, does it even matter? The gladiatorial system allows for killing, what different would Kalena be from other opponents who kill their foes?

Along with him I was riding my mare pearl and Sebastain on a 7 year old mustange I befriended in the when first arrived to Stick Page City

This sentence makes no sense.

Corvon looked nervously around, he was visibly scared by the fact I brought Sebastain with me

Again, you have little to no explanation as to why he would be scared.

"Let us skip the plesentries," Kalena's face grew emotionless

Plesentries. Please proofread your work.

"but first tell me why have you joined this system that pits others to fights to most often death? What are you in it for, money, fame, power, blood lust?" I lowered my head with a slight sigh, I thought deeply for a moment.

Abrupt, and awkward dialogue.

That question had been answered several times of me already and I gave the same responce everytime.

Spelling and grammar.

But, recently I have a new reason, you see I made a promise to Sebatian here," I nodded at him, "to keep his inner demon in check.

Being in the RHG does not help that a single bit.

She frowned scorfully at me, "I have read your profile, it says you will be headed to your nation's army; how shall you keep your promise to your friend to keep him in check?" She raised an eyebrown to indicate she had her douts

The spelling. Why.

I looked back at Sebastain, he smiled. He was eternally grateful for what I have done for him.

Once more, description. This isn't the Bodacious show. Have Sebastian say something, rather than to just stand mutely. A smile doesn't show eternal gratefulness. How does Bodacious know? He was told? He felt that way? Why?

Kalena was bewildered, "How, how can this be? What scorcery is this? No hat should be able to withstand even a normal sword no less the sword of truth!"

Every moment you spend yapping your mouth off is time the opponent has to lop your head off. And Kalena's seen more than a few battles, as I'm sure you should know.

Actually, your battle lacks logic for the most part. Why would Kalena be frustrated that her opponent has a shield? A battle of attrition is still a battle, there's no reason for her, or indeed anyone, to feel that way, unless they are losing that battle, or they are impatient in personality.

"Now while he is stuck there me and you have unfinished business, you must leave the system or I will cut you down."

This is barbarian language. In fact, half the time the dialogue you wrote sounds like something that would come from a child. Read them to yourself and ask yourself if it sounds good at all, because it certainly doesn't to me. Also, she didn't bother to wait for a response before trying to cut down Sebastian? Do you even have her original goal in mind?

It was me; I was horrified that she had went after my friend after having subdued me. I let the evil inside out. A surge of power tore through my body as I gave everything I had to break open the earthen cacoon I was entrapped in. I erupted up sended rocks hurteling everywhere.

What a lukewarm reaction. You failed to pull off the "rage" part because you had little to no description on your character's feelings. The reader can't sympathize; everyone seems to have the emotion of a brick wall.

I looked at her with a burning hatred and said in a low deep vioce, "I told you I am loyal to my friends, so you think I would just sit idly by and watch you murder him infront of me?" Kalena was in shock, "So you are not the nice person you claim to be, you are a demon is disguise! I shall cleanse this earth of your essence!"

At this point I would have been chuckling, because what Kalena had been doing is wanton violence, seemingly using every bit of excuse to kill someone, and this sounded no different. It's downright sad and hilarious. This is also what I meant by a lack of logic.

Lastly, you make very sweeping statements about the battle itself. Swing left, swing right, dodge this, dodge that. No observation, nothing.

There's no need to quote the rest of the story, since I have gotten most of the glaring parts in your writing.

Do read, and for the love of god, proofread your own writing.