I think I need to get myself a room here... Another entry into his diary, another time to contemplate on the situation with his brother. Still no sign of him and his thoughts were heavy on his sunconscious. He would have nightmares tonight. Of that he was almost cerain, unless he could somehow find a way to change his mind's focus on something else. Even in this cheerful tavern, though, it seemed to gloomy for him to have his spirits lifted.

-Why did I pick this place, though?- He found himself asking. -Yes, it's lively and bustling, but there's just nothing here for the common traveller. It looks more like a bar and sleeping quarters than a true to form tavern and inn. Nothing like those back home...- He paused a moment, thinking of his home. -There will be hell to pay for killing my family, brother, and believe me when I say that you will pay dearly.-

He closed the journal, placing it back into his holder, stretching a little as he looked around silently, wondering what he should do. Talking was pointless unless he was getting a room - and he didn't feel tired yet. Perhaps he would just watch the goings-on around here, but most of it was only bards and the rest was idle banter and laughter.

Still...maybe if he listened, he could find out the whereabouts of his brother. It was known for taverns to be a great source of misdirected information, something which he found out very quickly from entering a few bars by chance and locating there and then the target of some of his previous assassinations(sp?). it was certainly worth a shot in his mind, so that soon became his focus as he listened in to some of the waivering conversation, listening in for news.

Muttering something under his breath that sounded like a curse, Ethstar stared at the surroundings. His cursing had gotten alot worse as of late, his temper on a high rise. He couldn't find any blasted towns, and the only thing that he COULD find was blasted trees, deserts, and now, somehow a crystal cave. Why did the Gods curse him with this blasted bad luck? Growling yet another rabid curse, he stalked his way over to a large purple crystal that was shaped somewhat like a tree trunk, and sat down. For a second, he briefly wondered why the oddly shaped crystal was missing its tip, but then he went back to his bitter thoughts of before. Why him, of all people? A castaway, one who was hunted, and fate decided to get him lost time after time? Growling his third curse in less then two minutes, he started to survey his surroundings a bit more closely. Large cystal pillars surrounded him from all sides, the only opening being the cave door he had come through before. The ceiling had simple crystals hanging from it as well, quite idenitical to the ones on the ground. Sighing, Ethstar shook his head and stood up. There was nothing here, so he might as well get a move on.

The angels aren't the only ones hunting you.

Ethstar blinked, and performed a full spin, his longsword out of its sheath in mere moments. "Who is there?" His eyes had wildly changed, from a normal look, to extremely dilated pupils and a thin ring that was the color. The orbs shot around, scanning his surroundings once more, longsword ready to dart into an attack. Automatically, he went into a stance, spreading his boots slightly and bending a little at the knees. Yet no one came. No one stepped out of hiding, no one revealed themselves. Quickly, he tried to use his telepathy to see if he could pick up any stray thoughts from the unknown speaker. Nothing.

He will come.

"SHOW yourself!" With the shout, Ethstar let loose with a vicious chop to his left, the length of his blade slamming a few inches into rough crystal. He let it remain for a few seconds, his face reflecting the anger and frustration he felt. And for some reason, a fear like no other. With the same viciousness that he had slashed with before, he jerked the blade out and took another swing at a crystal on his right. The blade bit deep, and he let out another angry shout. "NOW!"

And you will die.

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Ethstar shot up, a loud and strangled yelp coming from his lips, causing a few more stares to be pulled in his direction. A few young ladies had already been keeping eyes on him, as well as a few jealous men, but now about every eye in the tavern was aimed at the cloaked man. Ethstar blushed, quickly coming to terms with the fact that it had all been a dream. His six foot figure was folded into a chair, one hand loosely wrapped around the handle of a empty mug. Wide, light blue eyes glanced around at all the people, deeply innocent in nature. Black hair fell in strands in front of the pretty eyes, slightly obscuring them from view. One distinct feature stood out about him, and that was that he was completely and utterly gorgeous. Perhaps a trait of being an Angel. A fallen Angel, actually. A long cloak covered him from neck to the bottom of leather boots, hiding his black underclothes and the longsword on his left hip.

Normally, he would have had the cloak on to also hide his wings, but the magical powers that he had regained earlier had provided him with other means of hiding the intrusive objects. He simply had shapeshifted them so it looked like he had a normal back. Since he was in hiding, it was wise to take all measures so none would identify him as an Angel. Word of a Celestial would spread quickly on this plane he believed, and surely those on the Celestial plane would hear word.

And then come after him. With a weary sigh, he pulled his gaze down to the top of the lone table he sat at, trying his best to block out all of the stares.

(I hope this isnt a private, it doesnt actually say anywhere...)

Konahomaru walked through the doors to the Song of Elves Tavern and Inn. The glyphs on his flesh seemed to glow ever brighter inside the darker tavern. His holy aura spilled around the edges of the cracks in the wood, filling the air around him with the holy magic that he possesed. He looked around, everyone in Taras was now used to his presence, and so they carried about their business.

Kona started towards the bar to get some water, but then stopped. Something here was different. A pain, great pain, somewhere in the room. He could feel it in his soul, like another holy thing existed in here, and yet was defiled somehow. His eyes narrowed, as he silently scanned the bar, his pure white eyes not betraying any movement.

A curious bolt of electricity carresed his face, and then silently lapped back down to the rest of his body, as if whispering to him. It joined the other ones, and Konahomaru saw noticed that everyone was staring at a lone person at a table. The person was staring down at the table, as if the person had just done something embarrassing.

((It's fine.))

Unfortunately for him luck was not going to befriend him this night as he turned to the suddenly stirring figure that startled those nearby and surprised the others, an aura of silence rippling around the room towards - and directly at - the figure he saw before him. A huff passed his lips and he turned around, ignoring the man, noticing that some of the nearby people who saw the actions of this dark-skinned man, turned around to their drinks also.

-What is it with headcases around bars?- Aros commented to himself. -Aren't there other places they can be idiotic? Like another tavern, or...a battlefield? Or a snake pit?- He passively sighed, looking to the bar top. -I'm trying to get information here and we got some nutjob making a mockery of my plans. I should go up there and put my fist up-close to his goddamn face...-

At this he snapped his right fist into his left palm and just as quickly relaxed. He needed to release his pent-up tension somehow, but the mighty crack did send a ripple of another sort of silence around the bar - but only up to a certain point - and the next thing the people nearby knew they were turning back to their drinks, not wanting to check on the masculine figure before them. They came for a good time, not a bar brawl.

"Brawling is for that other tavern..." Aros heard a voice comment on the far side and his head turned sharply, not with anger but with curiosity, as he wondered what this other tavern was. Perhaps they would have information on his brother's whereabouts, or maybe even his brother was there. He did seem like the sort who was itching for a fight. It would have been reasonable.

He then looked around, noticing some new figure entering the bar, someone he didn't quite notice before. He seemed to freeze like a cat and then glance around suspiciously earlier, Aros checked, but now he was looking to the figure like the others were. He wanted to ignore the person, but there was something about him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It almost felt like he would know something, but Aros couldn't tell what it was.

-I doubt he knows my brother anyway...- He concludes.

Muttering random curses under his breath, The Fallen one kept his eyes focused on the wooden tabletop. Even after a few seconds of silence, the eyes still remained focused on him. A few more moments passed, and even whispered jokes didn't start to pass around the area, nothing but gaze obviously aimed at his moment of ackwardness. Sighing, and trying to look as small as possible, Ethstar let loose another mumbled jumble of curses. He was trying to keep attention away from himself, not pull as much as possible toward him. All because of that blasted dream. Trying to keep his mind on anything but the current events, he allowed himself to delve into memories of the strange occurance. Where had those caves come from? He didn't remember stumbling upon any caves made of crystal, and he certianly knew that there were none on the Celestial Plane. At least, none that he knew of. And the voice... how did it know he was an Angel? And what was all that nonsense about someone coming after him, and that he would die? With a snort, Ethstar pulled out of his thoughts. If anyone was to come after him and kill him, it would be Celestial's. He was almost positive that there was no one else he couldn't handle. And anyway, it was only a dream. That was all it was, and that was all that it would ever be. Focusing his mind back on the events around him, he almost moaned as he realized gazes were still upon him.

Suddenly, he felt the presence smash into his senses, and felt the eyes lay upon him. His eyes snapped up, meeting those of the Celestial-like being that was staring at him. Almost instantly, the eyes of Ethstar changed drastically. His pupils snapped into mere pinpricks, mere dots of a black hue. The blue/white color of his eyes thinned to a small ring around the pupils, barely seeable. He glared at the being, matching his gaze with ferocity that he had revealed before. Several people around him now focused their gazes away, noting that the once-ackward man now had bloodlust on his mind.

A Celestial. Or so it appeared. What was one doing HERE? Come to kill him perhaps? With a snarl seen by everyone that may be looking at him, he shot up from his chair, standing to his full height. If the bastards in the Celestial plane thought they could send one person here to take him on, they were dead wrong. He wouldn't simply sit there and stare. Either fight or get away, those were the only two options. And at the moment, he was dangerously leaning in the direction of fighting. For a moment, his eyes drilled into the Celestial Man, almost daring him to do something. Some may wonder why he had suddenly changed so rapidly, from a timid man to a dangerous killer. It was quite simple really.

He hated the man. Who he was, or what he stood for didn't matter. He was connected with the Celestial's. He was hated.

Just as suddenly as he had changed personalities, and snapped out of his chair, the atmosphere in the room changed. Even more glances were pulled away as a loud snap echoed through the air. Shifting his gaze, Ethstar tracked the source of the sound to a human man, sitting near the bar. The intimidating eyes gazed at that one for a few more moments, then shifted back to the Celestial. In the back of Ethstar's mind, common sense whispered for him to sit down, to try to appear casual.

Much too late for that.

Kona felt the extreme range and hatred directed at him, and did not enjoy it. The persons gaze was very fierce for a human, and then he peered deeper into his eyes. This person was not any human, only an Angel or a Celestial can do that with their eyes. This was a fallen, without doubt, and most likely ws now channeling his hatred toward Kona, a half celestial, and growing ever closer to a full celestial.

Kona returned the gaze, but instead of showing rage in his eyes, he returned calm. Peace. Be still, I do not wish to harm you just yet. I do not know yet for what reason you have fallen from the heavens. Surely the fallen would be able to read this, Kona only hoped he would not have to destroyed a wounded one.

When he was young, and was still in celestia, he had seen a few fallen, and a few that were arisen. Kona had been taugh that anyone had a chance for redemption. It only took a willingness on the part of the fallen one. Kona raised his hand, and peacefully beckoned the fallen angel towards him. "I do not wish you to come to harm, I want to talk. I can help you." said Konahomaru, Nariwa's own voice echoing with it inside the room.

Glaring daggers at the Celestial, he simply stood there, his body very close to burst out in an attack. His hands, which had once been hidden in his cloak, were now tightly gripping the edge of the table, threatening to completely snap through the wood. At the emitted thoughts from the Celestial, his minor telepathy easily picked it up. Hearing the words in his mind, he nearly snarled again, his anger steadily growing. They all fed him this stupid lies, and expected him to believe them? The spoken words rung within his ears, and he did snarl this time, once again. His hands tightened on the edge of the table, the knuckles turning white. He was trying his best not to clench down with all of his strength, but it was becoming quite the hard battle for him. His voice slowly came out, rough, ragged, and filled with hatred. "Help me?"

The eyes calmed slightly at this, but for some reason, a strange smile twisted onto his face. If only he could leap over this table and rush the man... no one was between him and the Celestial. But he knew the man would have his weapons out and ready to fight by the time Ethstar managed to clear the table. But another plan had occured to the Fallen. Everyone else in the room faded away, and for Ethstar, it was only him and the accursed Celestial. "Help yourself." With those words, Ethstar let out a great roar, and all caution went straight to hell. Using every ounce of his strength, he flipped his hands under the edge of the table, and heaved. With a loud creaking sound, the large table flipped head over heels dead at the Celestial being. If the table was held up on it's side, it would be near as tall as Ethstar, a good 6 feet in diameter. It was semi-thick wood, so it may not do much though.

But he wasn't through. The door stood behind Kona, and that was what he needed to get through. He didn't want a fight with this particular Celestial, who seemed to have some essance connection with lightning. Ethstar wasn't anywhere near what he used to be, and he was almost certian he wouldn't be able to take on the man. He would burst into action as soon as the table took flight, ignoring the gasps coming from random people. His body would follow the table, running behind it in sprints. As he passed two tables, one on each side, he took advantage of the terrain and swiped two glass mugs, holding one handle in each hand. Whatever liquid it had once had spilled out, indignant drunks letting out squawks of anger as Ethstar stole their drinks.

Nariwa Konahomaru was about to reply, but decided against it when the table started to fly through mid-air straight at him. Previously, in a fight with a Demonic-Infused named Stirling, he lost because of a flying table. Kona flinched slightly, and then almost immediatly gained his reflexes back. This Fallen was attempting to escape, confused by its anger.

At the last few split-seconds, Kona drew his Lightning Blade, in a flash of steel that rended the table into two peices, its godly sharpness gifted to it by the Goddess of Blades herself cutting through the wood as if it were air.

The table peices flew their opposite ways, and Kona saw the Fallen with two beer mugs in its hands. Acting quickly, Kona cast the Judgement spell. Directing most of its energy a the Fallen, it would most likely stun it if not completely render it defensless. The holy energy filled the room, and a few other people in the bar started to complain of headaches, and an assassin in the far corner kelt over and puked.

"Do not resist me Fallen. I know how to redeem you, you merely need to wish to be redeemed. Do not cross me! I can very well end your life!" shouted Kona over the chaos now being created in the room.

-What the hell...?!- That was the first thought in his mind as the ridiculously shy figure across the room suddenly leaped to his feet, anger flowing through his veins. For that instant he wondered if that was his brother, but it couldn't be. This guy's grudge is against the lightning guy, not Aros.

He suddenly caught sight of the later occurences, the flying table for one. Grabbing something from the table he smashed it across one of the flying fragments that decided to aim for him. A resounding crack came around the room and shattered the wooden object with ease. The person behind him then proceeded to latch onto Aros' throat, choking him. Using the strength he had left he spun the mace in a violent arc and the huge lump of metal split apart the man's skull with ease, the now lifeless body crashing onto the floor, causing many of the occupants of the bar to puke violently from the sight.

But Aros didn't care if the bar stenched from all the drunkards easing out what they had before they got here. "If you want to fight the exit's over there!" He shouted to the two figures before him, the mace - covered in blood now - pointing to the door leading outside. "And just in case you don't know how to use it, I'll show you."

He then proceeded to walk to the door and open it, tauntingly looking at them as he showed them how he opened the door before teasingly stepping past the doorframe and closing the door. He only had to walk a short way, though, before another voice pierced the silence.

"So we meet again, brother."

A chill ran up Aros' spine as he heard the voice, coming from his right and a little distance away from him. A low feral snarl raged from his vocals as he turned, facing the figure in the darkness with mace in hand, his glare being met with another from the shadows, a sleek line of silver reflecting the slither of moonlight that shone over them this night. Neither moved as the cloaked figure spoke again.

"That surprised to see me? Come now, brother, you knew I would find you sooner or later."

Gritting his teeth as he saw the table get cleaved in half, Ethstar was almost halfway upon him. Now knowing that any surprise attack he had wanted to pull off with the mugs would be useless, he dropped them with lightning speed and went for his concealed longsword. He could see the holy strength gleaming in the eyes of the Celestial, and he could see the power radiating from the being. But if he could get just one good blow in, he knew he would have time to get to that door. Or at least, he thought he would have time. He had hoped for a good stunning blow with the two glasses, but who knew the guy had such a good blade. Placing a hand on the hilt on his left hip, he quickly drew while running, already calling upon the magic of his latest weapon. He was so close the Celestial, only a couple feet to go. He was deaf to the gasps around the room, deaf to all the curses and suprised shouts being aimed in his direction. It was only him and the Celestial. Having the blade halfway out in a flash, he would have normally held it in a two handed grip the minute it was fully out, the blade angled down so the sharp tip nearly dragged on the floor. Yet he would have to go ahead and attack in an ackward strike, having to strike from the sheath to make the blow in time. Three fourths of the way to Kona. He would kill the Celestial. He hated the being. All of his speed was put into this, every bit of Angelic speed, and every bit of his trained agility.

Then he felt the spell explode around him, and hit him dead in the chest. He regconized the Judgement spell pretty quickly, the move causing him to nearly stumble in his step, slowing his advance down slightly. His sword was only about an inch away from being fully out. A searing headache smashed its way through his mind, and he could feel the beginning's of nausea hitting him like a tidal wave. Holding his leather-wrapped hilt tightly, he didn't even stop, and tried to ignore the headache. This may surprise the Celestial being in front of him, who may have thought he had fallen because he was evil. No, not yet. The headache would make concentration on casting his spells hard, but he would live. He just had to aim small, and not overtax his mind. Yet even after slowing he was still sprinting quite fast, and having too much forward momentum built up to stop, he attacked. Bringing his sword up, he slashed in a diagonal motion. The blow would run from the man's right hip up to his left shoulder, the longsword itself being quite sharp. A perfectly balanced Longsword, made by master hands. As the blade swept up though, it would be somewhat weaker then normal, only human strength and speed being added. The sudden outburst of the raging headache was now showing sudden effects, the Fallen Angel slightly faltering in his slash. At the same time the slash was coming up to bite into the hip, something else would happen as well.

Using the magic he had called on seconds earlier, he did a very small and simple task. It was too late to get a large amount of mist summoned, and his head hurt to much to concentrate on even summoning a medium amount. A small amount though, that he could do. Perhaps not even noticed, a layer of wet mist would start to gather around the sword hand of the Celestial. The small sheet would rapidly extend up the hand to cover about a half inch of the steel above the hilt, then stop. The move would make the grip somewhat slippery he hoped, and the mist would grow thicker with time. He could only hope these small tactics would help him. That particular one had another use as well. As the slash was being completed, enraged words would leak from Ethstar's mouth. "You shall not judge me. But kill me, I dare you... just try and shock me with your lightning, Celestial. Prove how evil you holy beings really are. "

It was as if he was completely in a different world. Aros was ignored, the brother was ignored. He did not purposefully do it, it was just the type of mood he was in.

Nariwa Kona started to feel bad for the Fallen. He could feel the immense pain in his face, and felt a little sad at the fact that he continued to fight, rather than listen to a voice of reason. Perhaps, he was using the wrong things to say? Kona decided to try a different avenue.

Waiting until the right moment, he went to block with his Lightning Blade. The surge would no doubt travel up the Fallen's blade, and shock him enough that he would collapse into a vulnerable postion. That way Kona could get his point across. But when he moved it to the side to glance away the longsword, it slipped out of his hand. Somehow that blades hilt had gotten slippery, and Kona watched helplessly as it fell to the ground.

"No!" he shouted in disbeleif, as the blade hit the ground point first, and then stuck, running the last of its electric current into the ground. Then, he felt the cold steel growing inches closer to his skin, and he went to his instincts. The ground, hit the ground, where all attacks pass by.

Kona, without bracing himself, fell a little to the right and onto the ground. The blade grazed his elbow and hip, and he felt the blood run out fast and hard. His aura however, carrying the power of the spell Bless, healed them quickly. Infused with Planetar rage, Kona felt a new strength come over him, and he immediatly got off the ground.

Turning around, Kona outstretched his left hand and said "Return to me.", and the Lightning Blade returned to him. "I gave you your chance!" he said, still not fully turned. "I will positively end you! You do not seek redemption! You gave up the light, and do not seek it back! You are a true Fallen!"

Curses. He would have hopped over the man, but the Celestial had gotten up much too quickly for him to be able to pull anything off. He eyed the doorway, off and over behind the Celestial and to the left. For a moment, he left his attentions on the two men shooting death glares at each other, then managed to pull his eyes back to Kona. With this simple glance of the eyes, once again he had created his own little world. And in that world, only existed one Fallen Angel, and on Half-Celestial.

Ethstar growled, his own voice coming out hard, shaking with unleashed rage. "I gave up the Light?" For a moment, he paused his speech, the headache suddenly blazing with another lash of agony. Lightly shaking his head, he spoke again, the words a little bit shaky this time around. "You Celestial's CAST me from the Light!" He shifted his blade, pulling it down from where the mighty slash had left it hovering. He held it slightly limp, yet tightened his stance with the blade when he saw the Celestial call back his sword. Blast. He had managed to disarm the Celestial, only to realize the blade had some kind of Returning magic bestowed to it. He growled out a curse, then continued on his angry spurt of words. "You do not offer me redemption, I see through your lies. Listen well, Celestial. You will not kill me. You cannot kill me."

He faintly felt the movement off to the side, and noticed that some people were starting to run out into the streets. Word of this would come quickly. He could already imagine the city guards charging in to break up the fight, and dozens of questions ready to be asked. If his luck went even worse, the Celestial would call even more of his allies to the scene. That was somewhat doubted though. The prideful beings would have nothing to brag on if it took more then one of them to bring down a single, weakened, and angry Fallen. With this thought ringing through his mind, he used all of his attentions to focus on the magic mist he had created. The small layer of water molocules started to thicken, actually becoming quite a nice sheet of the wetness. It would make the grip even more slippery then it had before, but he still had a back-up plane in store.

Charging toward the Celestial in a sudden burst of movement, he aimed another slash. The same as last, from the Celestial's right hip up to his left shoulder. This time though, Ethstar was ready to release his weapon, ready for the jolt of eletricity to come charging through the Celestial's blade. It would leave him weaponless, but at least he wouldn't get completely fried to a crisp.

"A foolish thing indeed to blame a half-celestial who has been cast from the heavens as well, when full celestials whom have lived for eons dwelling in the heavens were responsible for your exile." noted Kona out loud, hoping maybe that it would strike a chord with the angry and clearly distraught fallen. A slight thought occured to Kona in mid battle however. If this is a Fallen, where are his wings?

Casting the though into the back of his highly tuned and organized mind, Kona returned to the battle at hand. The hilt on his Lightning Blade quickly grew slippery again, and his counter-attack would do no good if he couldnt make a solid contact on the Fallen one. So, he decided he would try something else.

Kona whirled around to face the Fallen, and released his sword. It flew through the air and towards the Fallen, although Kona was not sure which direction it would take. He had never tried anything like that before, and it was more out of need than of strategic want. Again, the Fallen was upon him almost quicker than Kona could react. This time though he would do something he had not done in some time.

Use magic to protect himself. Quickly channeling the holy energy through his body, the Sheild of Faith exploded around him in a white dome of transparent light. The Fallens sword crashed against it helplessly, and glanced off of the perfectly rounded bounds.
Kona decided it would be best to use spells until he could find a way to disable the spell the Fallen was using to make his sword hilts slippery.

The thrown sword was unexpected, and therefor did a good job of scoring a hit. Ethstar would try to side-step to the right it as it came, the Fallen angel used to fighting much quicker things then mere projectiles, but the unexpectedness of the attack would reward Kona with a jagged cut on Ethstar's left arm. A snarl of pain would be proof that the ackward blow had landed, and the spray of crimson liquid. Normally, the Fallen angel would have set his magic toward healing it... but his headache was too distracting, and his rage wasn't causing him to think clearly. So onward he went, his left arm weakened and bleeding.

The taunting words were not ignored, and only succeeding in spurring the enraged Fallen on. "Liar. I am smart enough to see through all the feeble taunts and false truths you fling at me."

The slash would indeed slam into the holy barrier, striking it with terrifying force. A slight and low growl would rumble from Ethstar's enraged being, but he was already working on another plan. He could see he had drove the Celestial into a corner with his rapid, vicious attacks, and all he really had to do was keep it up and hope that the Celestial would eventually drop his guard, allowing a good strike. But how long would he be able to hold Ethstar off? All of the people that had once been in the pub were now out in the streets, bringing the guards no doubt. With that thought clear in his raging head, he made a desicion, suprisingly wise for the state of mind he was in. The Celestial being in front of him was much too strong. He had to leave.

In the speed that he had used before, he was off and to the door, which behind Kona, but over to the left. Not directly behind him, thank the heavens. On his way, he grasped two of the chairs that had once been occupied, and simply slung each of the wooden objects at Kona with abandon. The blows weren't even aimed, so if they did hit, it probably would only carry enough force to slow the Celestial down for a moment. But that was enough.

If Ethstar did manage to get out the door, he would take off down the side streets and alleyways. He knew he was tall enough to be picked out of a crowd, so what he thought was his only chance would be to hopefully loose the Celestial in a maze of corridors and passageways. Even if he wasn't comparable to the Celestial being in strength or magic, he was sure he could escape him in speed. Although, one day he would be stronger. One day.

And on that day, he would kill him.

The din of battle raged on inside the building. Screams, shouts and incomprehensible curses flung out of the agape windows until they started fleeing for their lives, running rapidly outward and away from the battle occuring between the two higher beings. They genuinely feared for their own lives, running blindly, some still carrying their drink, some throwing up on the run, leaving others to slip on the well-placed vomit and cause messy, horrid pile-ups among the city streets. Whistles rang all around the city and the guards were fumbling among the chaos, holding their noses from the stench and trying to steady their well-creafted blades.

But this did nothing to deter the gazes of Aros and his brother, Igor, as they fixated upon each other, the one appearing aggrevated, angered and enraged beyond the normal boundaries of mortal man, the other seemingly taunting and scheming, a wicked grin on his face as he gazed upon his target, his enemy, his spoils. With a snarl and with the mace still in his hand, he swung it rashly at Igor, though the blow itself was evaded by a well-timed backward leap, just missing the ribs by mere fragments of an inch, as the grin appeared once more on Igor's face.

"Alright, brother, you want to challenge me? Meet me in this town's Arena. I'll go on ahead of you to sign us up, I'll expect to see you there." With a sudden motion he leapt onto the rooftops, looking down upon Aros who was left there, the mace's grip making indents into his flesh from his tightened grip, the snarls answering Igor's request with fury while a further taunt came to him. "Don't be late for your funeral again."

A feral shout answered the response given by his brother even as he dashed over the rooftops to the arena, leaving Aros to glare into the twilight, the guards around him, surrounding him entirely. But Aros did not see or hear them, he was too enraged by the actions of his brother. Only when he was suddenly stopped from moving backwards did he realise anyone else existed.

"Don't think you're getting away until you answered for this."

Aros glared to the figure that had adressed him, focusing his infuriated, bloodshot eyes upon the man, seeming to be as well-built as himself in terms of stature, before bellowing out his response. "The 'men' you are looking for are still in the bar, calling themselves some sort of angelics or whatever, I don't understand, know or give a damn what's going on there, but I swear that if you don't get out of my way now you will have a lot more bloodshed on your hands from me."

The face seemed unmoved as it gazed at Aros. "Don't think that you're going anywhere." It responded.

Aros was not in the mood for this. Really not in the mood. With fury driving his motion he slammed the big bulk of the mace hard against the man's cranium, crushing his skull with such force even the iron helmet he wore fragmented inside his ear lobe, leaving the other guards stunned and somewhat hesitant at moving towards this creature - this beast - that had just slain the figure with one lightning thrust of the mace. Shivers ran up all their spines as they were left to gaze upon the man's broken face, Aros heading off and away to the arena.

-Now it will all end...- Aros thought to himself. -...and it will end here.-

Nariwa Kona shook his head in dissapointment. There would be no reasoning with this one, his path would lead to his utter destruction. no salvation would he expereince, this fallen one of the heavens. Kona made it a small mission of himself to learn his name, so that he might make an example out of him to others. If that day ever came.

When the Fallen started to flee, Kona sheathed his katana. He could sense that the fallen one's motives were no longer to attack him, but to escape the bar and an enemy he could not beat. Nariwa Kona did not chase him. Only stood there, contempating the battle. Then he heard something whistling through the air, off to his left. Looking, his eyes widened and the blue rings appeared. The fifth time in his entire life he was ever remotely surprised.

Ducking quickly, the chair scooted through the air past Kona's head, and one of the legs lazily bumped into his neck. "Ugh" he muttered, and stumbled to the ground. The chair kept on its course, and crashed onto the floor. Getting up quickly, he shouted at the fleeing man. "Your name at least Fallen would be appreciated!"

Ethstar paused in the doorway, either hand tightly clenching each side of the doorway's frame. His head turned to regard the still Celestial, blue hues flashing angrily at the holy being. For a moment, the intense and ragged rage of the Fallen Angel might even be felt, thrown toward Kona with all of his remaining willpower. He simply glared at the Celestial, his eyes still as completely and utterly deadly as ever. With a snarl lighting his face, he decided it would do no harm to answer the man. His voice was spit out, rough and enraged. "You don't know? I am Ethstar Solther, hell spawn. Remember it well." And with that last bit of a retort, the Fallen Angel was gone into the streets, his flight taking him to wherever the wind blew. The two would cross paths once more someday, and perhaps that would be the day that ended it all. Or perhaps that day would end up much like this one, a shaky kind of stalemate held between both fighters. A dark sigh would escape the lips of Ethstar as he ran through the streets, reflecting back on all that had happened. It would not be a fun time the next time both men met. Not a good time at all.

The statement "Didn't you know?" might bring around some curiosity on the part of Kona, merely for the fact that Ethstar had asked it with pure questioning in his voice. Like he had been absolutely sure that his name was known by every Celestial that walked the face of this plane. Even when he had been running, he was still completely convinced that someone somewhere had sent the Celestial after him. Curious perhaps, or maybe not at all. The Celestial might not even pick up on it, or make much of a deal out of it. Wherever the dice fell, however the dice fell. That was the rule of fate, and of luck.

Guards would start to pour in about a minute after Ethstar had left, automatically looking for anyone who was wounded, and ready to arrest the two men who had been disturbing the peace. Several rumors had reached their ears, some stories stating that lightning bolts had been thrown, that heads had been rolled. The story the city guards had received had been quite interesting, but they had all boiled down to focus on two different men. Two different men, one that radiated the very essence of ice, the other that radiated fire. One that had radiated power, and one that had radiated intensity. Two opposites, caught in the same twist of fate.