Leave By SunSet
Part 9 - Swords and Sandstorms

Her brown eyes did nothing put stare at the black and blue coloured beyblade which lay in her hand. It didn't more however there was a feeling of life trapped deep inside of it, hidden in the darkness of another world.

A hand reached out to shake Ullen.

"Oi, she-wolf, you still with us? Rebel's about to start the second round."

Ullen frowned, a growl lifting from the tip of her tongue and her nose wrinkled. She looked at the hand which was placed of her bare shounder and then looked up at Raif's face.

"Rebel? Yeah..."

She nodded to Raif and stood up straight, looking over towards Rebel who was standing by the stadium already, with her classic Arab sword shaped launcher in her hand. Rebel quietly gazed at her opponent. Supprisingly, this one was a girl and her flamboyant and bright clothes were enought to make anyone nervous. Rebel shook her head and adverted her gaze from the girl as she put on her wireless headphones, waiting for the end of the countdown to turn on her music.

"Get ready players! Three, two, one...Let it RIP!"

The girl launched her pink beyblade a mere few seconds before Rebel made a clean swipe with her sword launcher, launching her black and crimson beyblade. The two beyblades circled around the dish in opposite directions. Each time they crossed past each other they attacked, grinding both their attack rings together. Rebel narrowed her eyes, the bright, pink beyblade was reflecting the sunlight directly into her eyes. She wasn't sure if it was on purpose or just happening, all she knew was that she had to stop it before she lost control of the match.

"Enough...I'm not wasting any time...Kalkoisaal! Bring this brat down!"

Rebel hissed as her beyblade broke the chain of continuous attacks, sliding into the center of the dish.

"SANDSTORM!"

Temperatures began to rise as a freak wind swept by, lifting sand and dust into the air. In no time at all a large sandstorm had taken shape. Blasts were attacking the pink beyblade continuously, not showing any sign of stopping or weakening. Rebel grinned as the pink beyblade was lifted into the air while hers was safely in the eye of the storm, attached to the dish. One final gust of wind and sand threw the pink beyblade far from the stadium.

"Oh no!"
The girl had no choice but to watch her pink beyblade crash to the ground as the winds began to die down. Sand was scattered everywhere. Raif watched with interest, arms folded. She was interested, but annoyed. Her match looked alot harder then this one, this one was finished so fast, just one single blow and Rebel had won, the girl didn't even attack, didn't stand a chance. Raif gazed aimlessly down at her beyblade. 'The next battles...I sware I'm going to breeze through...' She grinned, thinking to herself.

"And Dementors win the second match, that means they advance to the second round of beybattles! So..unfortuantly The Elementors are OUT!"
The wild crowds cheered and shouted with excitement as Rebel stepped down from the stadium.
"The next round...it wont be for another while yet."
Rebel directed her voice to both Raif and Ullen.

"BURRAKI!"

"KALKOISAAL!"

"AMALON!"

"BLIZZARD!"

"SANDSTORM!"

"ICE SPEAR!"

The Dementors breezed through the rest of the tournament, tearing down their opponents as though a pride of lions going up against a single baby goat.
Ullen raised her hand high into the air. The spikes on her beyblade closed into the weight disk before it lept up into the air into her hand. She smirked, baring all six un-human fangs. Her nose wrinkled as she growled at her 'unworthy' opponent and then stood down from the dish. Her once slitted pupils quickly returned to normal before anyone of her team mates had a chance to see. Raif was feeling uncomfertable with the feeling she was getting from the young ookami-jin..was she really ookami-jin, or something more? Six fangs? Arn't they only supposed to have four? Her ears are so pointed, arn't they only supposed to perk up a little? Her insane and uncontrollable attitude as she fights along side her dark bit beast, was it right? Raif wanted to quiestion the little she-wolf but didn't know how. Raif was then destracted from thought as sound echoed in the area from the loud speakers.

"These for teams have made it to the Semi-Finals which will be hosted tomorrow at the Roman Collosium! The Distructtoris, The Lupi Neris, Team Ombra and The Dementors! The Distructtoris will face off first against The Dementors leaving The Lupis Neris and Team Ombra to battle next. The two winning teams of those matches will face off in the finals!"

A shock wave of cheers were lifted into the air again. Ullen shook her head and looked up at Rebel and then Raif.

"Come on...we better go find Unzubaru."

Raif frowned as she watched the she-wolf wonder off. She then looked at Rebel with a puzzled look.

"Who's Unzubaru?"

"Ullen's cousin. From what I've heard he's an ookami-jin, too...so go careful with him. He gets pissy easily."

After replying to Raif's simply question to began to walk off after Ullen. Raif followed.