---Battle In Galactica---(Part 2)

*-Narration-*

Sora's name having been called sent a rather eager excitement about the place, it would have seen the townsfolk, seated in a oval position within the arena anticipate great and arduous fighs indeed... Sora stands at the Arena entrance still, five minutes before combat he approaches the ranking board.

*-Sora-*

Reading the ranks board I see the name Deuce crossed from the sheet, Faulkner having proceeded to the next round, "That must be his name." I say to myself, no doubt in my mind. At my waist oathkeeper churns slightly, agitated most likely by an outside source. "Will Sora and Azriel please step forth now?" I hear these words and breath excitedly, from my waist I place my grasp firmly on the keyblade's hilt, brining it forth with a just expertise, few glistening embers with celestial hue fall from the keey tooth. Walking forth now out into the open of the ring the ground simply be paved with sand, the walls skirted with limestone, which looked close to decay... The interior of the arena suffering a lack of architecture would promote this towns rather unwealthy status , the sun beams down upon my face, blinding me somewhat as I place my forearm to stop the beams hitting my eyes, the fanning out of the sun alerts to my attention Azriel who stands calmly across the arena from me, still wearing her usual my perversions arise to me once more, still stricken by her excellent body. The sun beats down on her face also but would not disturb her sights, the carefree hyperactiveness of her seemed to lay in comatose, taken over by a much more firece persona, an arrogant smirk lays on her face as she holds the hilt of her rapier at her side, the fencing sword's tip lay in the dust as she looks at me with those blue aquamarine orbs, showing no sense of fear.

We now approach each other calmly eyes fixated upon one another, getting up to the center of the arena we strike our stances, myself crouched down, holding the keyblade on a horizontal axis to trace behind me. She standing upright, rapier in her right hand that extends forth holding the blade directly outwards, left arm held behind bent at the elbow to come back brushing behind her left ear, the ring announcer distances himself from both of us as he announces the countdown "Three.... Two.... One.... FIGHT!"

Azriel would be first to attack, leaning forward abit and thrusting the pointed tip of her Rapier forward, several more follow ups are directed at me, each one evaded skilfully, the last one however abit more formidible, piercing my left cheek, It seemed she was aiming for a kill style victory, I question her methods slightly before releasing my own assult, lifting the blade as if an axe and slashing downwards with the extent of my power she easily sidesteps, however the stab forth to follow up my own attack had caught her off guard, the flat tip hitting her in the gut with a lot of force sends her back slightly, she'd growl at the hit while on a lean holding her gut, the croud letting out a screaming cheer from the success of my attack, she'd be quick to comply however, standing slightly and dashing forward at me, coming down with a slash based attack rather than a stab which was unorthodox of the Rapier. Lifting oathkeeper I reply to the slash with a rather easy defence, lifting the keyblade in guarding formation I defeond perfectly, however the force of her blade sending mine back as well as hers a stumble for a second, gaining my posture however way before her I quickly then rush forward, forcing a slash right at her chest down to her stomach, the cut made opening her up but not able to kill she falls with a thud, dust and sand arising with her fall. The crowd cheers, I stand behind her panting heavily now, medics rush in from several corners of the oval shaped building to assist Azriel, seconds later she's on a stretcher looking up at me with a rather scornful glare, however comedic in tone when opening her mouth to speak; "I'll get you for that one, Keyblade Master." she'd cough soon after, assisted directly out of the building.

From the stands little do I know it but the boy sits there carelessly, little concern for what was thought his 'parnter' Azriel he'd be within the viel of darkness, a sinister smile upon his face....

(This is my first addition to the story in a while, I got better at my writing skill I think but hey, Hope ya like it. ^_^)

*B.Fitzpatrick---