((OOC: Sorry if it's a little confusing or a little off, it's getting kind of late. Just let me know if you need any polishing up in any areas.))

Streaks of lightning snaked their way across the dark barren skies, illuminating it in its scintillating glow, before fading back to their dark state. A low key rumble sounded forth shortly after a strand of lightning streaked across the sky, signaling its unpleasant nature. Within moments the rain began to fall, soaking the ground within a matter of minutes. How he loathed the rains, so many terrible memories were held within them, but he tried his best to drown them out.

The chilling rains weighed heavily down upon his clothes, soaking him thoroughly through and straight to the flesh. His breath was clearly visible in the rain, his body trembling in hopes of keeping warm in such conditions. Pulling the cloak tighter around his body, he had tried his best to shield any exposed skin from the rain knowing that it would only make him that much colder. Cursing under his breath, his metallic hues darted frantically about trying to find a place to seek refuge, but with little success.

He was unfamiliar with these planes and it proved to be a great disadvantage especially when he truly needed to the knowledge. He had no idea where to turn or where to go from here, he was stuck in the great crossroads of confusion. His heart telling him to go one way, while his mind thought another route, thinking that he would be that close to reaching refuge, but end up going in the wrong direction if he chose incorrectly. Sighing heavily, he was at a stalemate, neither seemed right and neither seemed wrong and he hated the thought of chosing wrongly....To go in a whole nother direction when having been soo close to salvation.

Shaking his head, he scanned the area again, thinking perhaps that his eyes may have deceived him, but to his misfortune they were true to what he saw and that was nothing. There were no trees in sight, no farms, no houses, no town, just nothingness. Lifting his hand to his face, he brushed a few soaked strands of hair from his face, “Damn this...Why does it have to rain? Why can't it snow or something a little less miserable?” Just then it hit him, the images flooded his head in a sudden rush. As one appeared another would quickly take its place, filling his head with all of its shear horridness once more.

Those nights, those ruthless nights of his days when he was the nightmare they all feared and the nights when he was the one who feared the nightmare. Dropping to his knees, his hands moved to his head, clutching it in agony, but just as soon as they started they had ceased as though they never were there. Slowly his hands moved to the ground, planting themselves firmly as his right hand clutched a handful of dirt as a rage built inside of him. Rocking back to his feet he rose to a standing position, still holding the dirt within his tightly clenched first. His metallic hues lifted upwards until they landed on a boy standing before him. Suddenly his eyes widened, as he took a few paces back trying to create distance between the boy and him.

Faltering in his steps, he came to a dead halt, his eyes now locking squarely upon the boy. Growling his right arm drew itself backwards, before snapping sharply forward, releasing the dirt. As he followed through, his eyes watched as the dirt scattered, passed through the boy as though nothing was there. Shaking his head slowly, he rose to an erect stance swallowing heavily, “Leave me! Leave me be, I have no idea why you're here, but I want you gone.” And with that the boy vanished into thin air just as he had come. There was no reason for the apparation, at least there wasn't in Xavion's view...Though that was merely because he didn't accept his past and pushed it from his mind entirely as though none of it existed and it hadn't, at least to him it didn't.

Nariwa Kona was particularly in a good mood this stormy evening, as it was part of him and he found the lightning strikes very entertaining. Walking along at a brisk speed that most other people would have to jog to keep up with, Kona travelled along the Debon Plains on the way to Kellen. It had been a very long time since he had been there, and he decided to pay a visit to the people he had saved at least twice. Once from the vampire named Zorgn, and a second time from a rat creature named Vernon. Kona was still on the look out for them, but rumors had surfaced that a vampire hunter had managed to capture and kill Zorgn due to his long absence from Kellen or any other population center.

Coming atop one of the rolling hills, a lightning bolt snaked through the sky and landed a few feet away from Kona. He could feel the electric pulse run throughout the ground, and part of it went its way to him. Sources of electric power tended to attract each other. Perhaps that is why I fancy lightning so much? he thought to himself, as he started on a descent off of one of the infinite hills in the plains.

Coming inbetween two hills, off in the distance he could see another traveller. Standing a bit in the heavy rain, Kona examined him for a breif moment. Rain spattered along his hair, but it still managed to stay perky under the onslaught of rain as it trickled off of his scalp and onto his face. His white leather coat kept the rest of his body from getting wet, and glistened in the light of the strikes around him as it flowed in the wind.

"Ho there!" shouted Kona over a thunderous roar not far from him, and the sky lighted up again to reveal the purple haze among the clouds. "Are you lost traveller? I may be of assistance!" he shouted some more, and started to run towards the man. He seemed awfuly distraught in his position.

Just as the boy dissipated into thin air, he heard a voice sound behind him. Quickly he turned to face the man, his eyes blazing with anger as his breath grew shallow. For a long while he stared at this man, his eyes narrowing slightly. Drawing in a deep breath of air, he allowed it to gradually pass his parted lips, trying his best to subside his anger. Straightening his stance, his hands moved to the hilts of his blades and rested there just in case, “I have no real destination, I just wish to find somewhere from this bloody rain.” Though there was an upside to the rain, because it was rain and not sand. His experiences with the elements wore heavy on his patience, but the sand storm caused the most wear, both physically and mentally.

In fact, he somewhat enjoyed the rain when he was clear of mind, not one single worry on his conscience, but that was asking too much most of the time. There was something always bugging him, always eating at him from the inside out. Perhaps, that is why he wished to follow the blade, because it took grave concentration to wield a blade masterfully. And with that he would have little time for other neusances such as thoughts and memories. Though, that was not the only reason. He had a vast ability with his weapons and knew them better than most could easily say, but he wanted to master them, to successfully say that he was the best there was and will be. That on the other hand would take some work, it was something he looked forward to.

Ever since he was a kid he wished to push himself to the outer most of his ability, to know that he reached the peak of the mountain and pushed past that and into the unknown. Something about that excited him beyond belief, but the conditioning of his body, mind and soul were key in order to attain anything. He shook his head swiftly, tussling about the drenched strands of hair that clung to his forehead, sending an arrayment of water droplets in every which direction. Again a crackle of lightning snaked its way across the skies, causing his attention to snap upwards and to the sky, watching as it illuminated and faded. Laughing lightly, he turned his attention back upon this man before him, “As a child I was told that storms like these meant that the god's are angry, if that's the case then they're more than angry with me...”

Leaving the statement as that, he allowed the man to draw his own conclusions on his meaning, not really caring at the moment to explain himself to a complete stranger, but moreso on getting out of this rain. Exhaling deeply, he began to speak again, “If you don't mind, why is it that you're out here anyway?”

Nariwa Kona stood there for a moment regarding the man's comments. No real destination? Angered Gods? Asking why Kona himself was out here wasnt unusal though, but still. Kona blinked a few raindrops out of his eyes, and another lightning stike hit close to him. No doubt they were attracted to his strong electric current. It didnt bother him. While they were painful, lightning strikes did more good than bad for him, as he was the element.

But why would the gods be angry with this man? Perhaps he had done something in his life to make himself feel ashamed in the presence of any god. Nevertheless, Kona decided it would be a good idea to answer his questions quick. From the glimpses of his face that were revealed by the lightning strikes, Kona could tell that this man had much darker motives about him.

"I am travelling to Kellen, it isnt far from here and will only maybe take 2 hours if you have someone that knows the way like I." replied Kona, now approaching the man so that he could better understand him over the harsh rain and thunder. His aura clearly lit the way, making a small circle of light on the ground around him to guide him.

((OOC: A shorter post, didn't have much to go off of, sorry.))

As the man began approaching him, something inside of him urged him backwards, trying his best to keep his distance from this apparent being of light. He allowed a distance of 15 feet between them but no less than that, “I advise you to keep your distance, Sir.” Coiling his digits around the thick nature of his hilts, he would wait and see if the man would comply with his request or not. For a long while he stared blankly into the man's eyes, before lifting his gaze up to the horizon, “Apparently I have no choice. I've ventured a great deal and to be honest I'm not familiar with the lands so I couldn't tell you where we are right now or even which direction to go.”

He always had that sort of problem, he paid little mind to where he was heading. He had no real destinations nor goals to attain, he was a simple nomad....A vagabond. A man who travels constantly, never resting and never sleeping until needed. He had no home, no place to go, he was disbanned by his people and so he came here to rebuild his life. Though, that seemed as though a fleeting dream as well. Everywhere he went he had received nothing but disrespect and he had held no doubts for this encounter as well.

((OOC: Sorry, I had a yucky day.))

Nariwa Kona paused, and another lightning bolt struck just in front of him, illuminating the space around him even greater for a breif second. The clap of thunder did not phase him any more than the flash of light and searing heat the the ray had given. It was as if the sky beckoned him to obey the mans wishes. Kona decided it was well. He realized that, now being an almost pure and holy being of light, he intimidated all sorts of people. Even before his infusement this was the case, and perhaps why his only true freind was in fact a Godess. It made perfect sense, and Nariwa Konahomaru was willing to take that understanding.

"If you have no choice but to follow me, how am I to lead you if I am this way from you, but we need to go the way behind you?" asked Kona in a sort of quizical voice, gesturing with his left hand towards the direction he was facing. That was the direction of Kellen, as Kona recalled. Taras was southeast for a time, and Istan was to the west. Although he had never travelled their, he had known it for some odd reason. Perhaps it was from Uramo. Shuddering at that thought, Kona immediatly discarded it.

Then Nariwa Kona noticed that the man had drawn his hand close to the hilt of his weapon, or at least it seemed so. So, this person was indeed intimidated, and perhaps even threatened by Kona's presence afterall. Not taking any chances himself, Konahomaru folded his arms. Stowed away, strapped to the insides of hs forearms, were two daggers. He had put them their in a stroke of genius, as they could be drawn from a very inconspicuos posture. Gripping the handles lightly, Kona took a casual stance and relaxed slightly. His white coat billowed behind him, and his white pants bagged slightly with the gusts of wind as rain drops bounced off of them.

Smiling ever so slightly, Nariwa Kona decided to test the mettle of this man. It could prove usefull to later, if he did indeed become a travelling partner. Kona took two slightly rebellious steps closer, and then stopped, and waited for the man's reaction.

((OOC: Sheesh, I think that makes four fights I'm in out of five role plays. I mean I like fighting but this is ridiculous, roflmao. Oh well, it's all good, no worries. [Edit] Crud wrong character, sorry. Just pretend it's Ant.))

This man was really beginning to irritate him, but he knew his game and he wasn't interested. Strafing a few paces off to his left flank, he again created the 15 feet he desired between the two. His eyes flared was they stared at him. He didn't like this man one bit now, he was trying to impose upon his wishes in order to see how far he could push him. If he truly wanted to find out he would have to do better than that, but needless to say he was one step closer.

Simply shaking his head, he spoke in a slight aggitated manner, “Save your games. I asked you a simple request and you ignore it. What kind of creature of light are you to go along and invade someone's wishes? Well, I'll tell you what, if you wish to battle me then do it, I have no intentions of playing games with you or anyone else because I'm tired of it.” With that said, his digits coiled tightly around the hilts of his blades, constricting tightly around them. In one swift fluid motion, he withdrew the blades from their sheathes, the sound of metal ringing in the air as they slid across the bronze lip of the sheath. Bringing his arms up, his grip loosened and let go as he flicked his wrists, allowing the blades to flip in the air, before grabbing them once more their points now facing the man, “If it's a battle you want, then I will be honored to give you one. Oh and save the appointed blame of who started this and the name calling. I grow tired of being the 'fool' for standing up for myself, but I suppose I will be that fool again.”

He had his fill of this kind of thing, since he's arrived to these lands all he's done was fight and fight. The only man who never took a blade against him was Xion and he respected that man greatly right now. The Goddess Veronna was another he respected for she only wanted to take a blade against him to gauge his abilities, but as for the rest? Some wanted to kill him, some wanted to grind him into the ground, and he was not sure of this man's intentions yet. Speaking in a sharp, dry tone, his motioned his head to the right, “Though, if you wish we can forget this ever happened and continue as we were going to before, I mean you have free passage now.”

((I know how you feel, its perfectly ok. If you dont really want to fight, I am sure we can find a way out of it. :D Its just not natural of Kona to back down.))

Nariwa Konahomaru carefully studied the man as he drew blade. This person certainly knew what he was doing, that much was for sure. Although it wasnt Kona's style to show off his blades by spinning them in the air, it certainly did catch attention. Even during a lightning storm at night. However, he did not show any sincere amazement on his face or in his posture. This man may be catchy, but there were many who could do all sorts of tricks with blades but never actually fight well with them. Nariwa was hoping for a peaceful walk, but it had been a good time since he had a serious spar.

"I dont suppose Veronna told you about me then..." he replied, as his right hand rose into the air and gripped the his Lightning Blade in its sheath on his back. The hilt stuck out, barely noticeable from under his coat. Nariwa Kona gripped it. "... but it seems to me like you wish to find out." he finished, and then drew the blade in a flash. Electricity cackled everywhere, sparks flew from the sheath leaving a trail where the sword's path had been. Then, racing out of the sky a lightning bolt hit mere inches away from the man's feet.

"It takes two people to start a fight, one person alone can never hope too do so. I dont blame one person, I blame both of us." answered Kona to the man's whining. It certainly aggravated him. Oh, lets just whine about how people treat me and whatnot, and then threaten to do something rather than actually doing it. What a joke! Kona had never heard such nonsense in his life, except for from his student.

"By the way sir, that lightning bolt was not chance. I shall introduce myself, as I find it only polite to do so when I am about to... what is it called? 'Clean house'? Yes... I am Nariwa Konahomaru, Son of Light and Servant of the Blade." he said. It had been awhile since he took the title 'Son of Light', but he felt it described him well, especially after his good celestial freind Nariwa now inhabited his body as well. Although he did stay silent most of the time...

((OOC: Yea and with Kona's behavior, I don't think Xavion will be backing down and besides, he tried his best to avoid the fight. Ah well, it'll be interesting. I haven't had a good fight since Kore.))

Xavion was far from whining about anything. Though simply stating that he wouldn't put up with any bull that this man would throw at him and man was he doing a whole lot of that. What did this guy think he was? God's natural gift to man? Did he really think that being an angel or anything along those lines would make him that much better than anyone else, no less invincible to the blade? He wasn't perfect and that was for sure, if it took a taste of steel to show him, then he would proceed in teaching this man a fine lesson.

Laughter reigned supreme, as the man spoke of cleaning house. After a short while, his laughter subsided, his eyes now falling upon the man's blade, “How dilluted the mind becomes....Tis a shame if I say so myself, but so be it, believe as you wish.” Simply he shook his head, as he glanced back up at the man, cocking a brow in question, “However, how do you know of Veronna's meeting with me? Perhaps a chosen or one of the puppy dogs that wish to follow her to the end of time. Whatever you may be, I can't even fathom how such a man could become so confident in his own skill that he denies all possiblities of losing the battle before him. A true warrior takes all of that into account and never.....Never thinks he's better than another no matter how greatly he's trained. If I thought that way I would be long dead.”

With one fluid motion, his right foot slid backwards, creating a short distance between both of his feet as he stood now at a sideways position to the man. Shifting his weight back onto his right leg, his left leg came to a slanted position in front of him. Slowly he drew his left blade up to a vertical base before him, as his right arm lifting up to shoulder level. Holding the blade at a parallel position with the ground, he brought the point to face the man. Narrowing his eyes, his gaze locked upon Kona, awaiting the first indication of his movement, “A man like yourself does not deserve to know my name. At least until you show me that you do, and seeing as you'll clean house, I'm sure you'll have no problem acquiring it.” He mused to himself for a moment over the man's arrogance.

Nariwa Kona almost laughed at the man. "Why sir, I never once said that I was sure of victory. Is it a crime to have faith in oneself?" he asked, wondering where the man got the impression that Konahomaru thought he would win for sure. Of course Kona was confident that he would win, but he had lost before and was prepared ofr that kind of situation. However, it was not the goal to lose, the goal in any fight is to win. Not only that, but Nariwa pondered the reason why this man was so hostile to him in the first place. Had he not offered help? Maybe the thought of visiting Kellen somehow insulted him. Either way, he had drawn blade and so Kona did as well.

But when it came to insulting his Godess and him, being her only chosen thus far, it was one of the few lines a person could cross to meet an inescapable fight with Kona. "Dont you dare mock the Servants of the Blade! You know little of what we truly are, or what we are capable of. I may tolerate such disrespect for myself, but not those who are defensless in this and especially not my master. You shall pay for your insubordination!",and with only a mere 15ft between them, Kona closed the gap between them with a jump and a few steps.

His Lightning Blade trailed behind him in mid-air, leaving a tail of sparks, but when Kona landed he took a few steps to close the last bits of space and he was now right in front of the man next to the blade he had so defiantly pointed at him. Crouching down, Kona gripped his favored weapon with both hands and then brought it up with a quick arc. If the hit was succesful, it would either cut the man in half, slice open his torso, or if he was quick enough to get away he would only suffer a hit to the leg.

The rain was now pouring much heavier, as if the heavens willed to pushed them down to the ground and end the fight. Lightning strikes now barraged the ground much closer, threatening to channel its deadly current through one of them and end it. The uproarious thunder filled the valley's and echoed from the top of the hills, sounding out the duel that was now taking place.

Was the man blind or did he truly believe himself so much that he refused any other explanation? He was truly fixated with himself, his faith was lone enough to prove himself wrong for he had held himself upon a pedastal higher than Xavion for even having such faith openly. Sure a warrior was entitled to his own beliefs, but to make them public was another thing. It was disrespectful to make such claims or having such faith openly to another, at least where he came from it was, but perhaps things were different here. Even still, it was a moral code that all warriors he knew seemed to abide by, though since arriving here everyone had their own views and thought far better of themselves when yet they did not know their opponent.

The man was annoying him vastly to say the least, he took things far too literal and led off to his own conclusions. If it were something that wouldn't jepordize his plans, he wouldn't have cared so much, but this was something far beyond the man's comprehension. This man would allocate what he said to the Goddess for sure, but it wasn't so much of what he said that bothered him, more merely of what the man had thought he said. He knew it would be to no avail, but he had to at least try. Before the man finished his sentence, Xavion interjected, allowing his voice to ring along the trailing end of the man's sentence, “Are you stupid!? I was mocking you and you alone, the Goddess is not involved in this! If you'd pay attention instead of being the lunkhead you are, the insult was directed to you for you seem to play the dog! How else would you know of business that was between her and I!?”

A flash of crimson washed over his eyes, engulfing his pupils within the sea of red. Snarling, he awaited the man's approach, watching as he took to the air. Rocking back onto his right leg, lifting his left foot from the ground, his arms drew themselves upwards, but not too far only enough to gain enough momentum to at least slightly cancel out the man's attacking force. As the man's feet touched the ground, Xavion rocked forward drawing both of his arms sharply downwards with all the force he could muster, allowing his blades to careen down to the man's. As the blades made contact with a loud ringing clang, his lef t foot landed firmly back upon the ground, now barring all the weight of his forward leaning frame trying to gain as much leverage as he could to hold the sword at bay. Sure, the man only had one blade, but he had more strength using two hands with it versus him using two seperate blades, dispersing his potential strength to nearly half of the celestials per blade. No less the celestial had gained more momentum into his swing than Xavion had, thus why he used his weight to hold his ground, whereas the angel couldn't, at least not in his current position.

((Doesnt seem like much, but they are big paragraphs. ^.^))

Nariwa Kona breathed smoothly as he recoiled slightly from the wieght and force of the man's blocking manuver. The clever dog did not only rely on his strength, but his body wieght as well. So I am not the only one who does that... he thought to himself as he rose slowly, gripping the blade's hilt tightly and pressing hard against the man. Slowly, his knees unbuckled and his legs straightened out, pushing himself and the man's blades back up to their full hieghts. Konahomaru's face was now only inches away from the man's own. Nariwa Kona gave him an un-moving gaze that pierced into his eyes. Such strange eyes they were, that they almost caught him unawares.

Grunting slightly, Kona replied in a slightly unnerving calm tone. "I represent my master whever I go. When you insult me, you insult her as well. I wonder, sir, why you would be so concerned that I might know you two had met? I live in the temple after all, and know it almost as well as Veronna. Would it not be concievable that I had heard, or possibly saw both of you interchanging?" Nariwa Kona could tell he was getting somewhere. It either infuriated, or phased this person that Kona knew he and Veronna had met and conversed. Although the seeing part was a lie, it was a white lie, and he didnt hear Nariwa complaining.

Deciding that this fight was not entirely worth having, Kona made the motions to end it quickly. Using his control over the current in his body and the sword, he activated the shock enchantment. Electricity coursed through his body, and into the sword charging it to slightly more than its original power. The hungry power found course in the metal of the man's blades, and started to rampage their way up to the hilts. It would only be a matter of how wet the man and his blades were before the current got to him and electrocuted him.

Xavion felt the push of the blade against his as the man now brought his face before his. The rains were heavy and his hands threatened to slip from the watered down hilts, but their special texture kept them steadfast in the grip of his strong hands. He wasn't sure how long he could last in a full on confrontation like this with this man, but he wasn't willing to find out. The man had offered him an opening now and he was all but unwilling to take it and shove it literally into his face.

Taking the few moments offered, he listened to what the man had to say, but it wasn't of grave importance, simply more talk. Breathing deeply, he began in a soft tone, his voice just a bare whisper as he spoke, “You really don't get it do you? I realize you represent Veronna, but you're on your own accord, thus why this all started. It held no interest of the Goddess until I said what I did and you took it out of context. It was not aimed to the goddess but you....Wait, why am I wasting my time, you'll believe as you want. You're nothing but a waste of time!”

Within an instant his head rocked back and then lurched forward, bringing his forehead down to the bridge of the man's nose in hopes of rattling him loose from his blades, but just as he commenced his attack he saw the sparking glow crackle across his blades. This next attack would decide where the battle would proceed, if it didn't knock the man from his blades and cancel out the bridge they created for the electricity, then he would lose. However, if he managed to main contact with this man he could bring back some of the electricity back to him as well. He knew for damned sure that he wasn't immune to his own element.

Nariwa Kona was through with talking to the man. Whomever this was, he was certainly good at talking in circles if not anything else. At the rate things were going, Kona had a feeling that the 'anything else' part was true. Maybe it was just a personality clash situation, and both were misunderstanding each other horribly? Possibly, but Konahomaru had since emptied his mind of any unecesary thought and hence devoted his full mental faculty to the fight. Now it was serious business.

Pushing ever harder, Konahomaru felt the man faltering under his strength and he could see his hands slipping off of his swords. That would work well too, if he was disarmed. Then Nariwa Kona would just have to knock him out, or maybe take his weapons and fling them in some random direction and just leave him. Then, he saw the man's head swing back and knew what was coming.

Everything appeared as if it were slowed down by some nearby mage. Rain drops slowly travelled through the air between them, forming a weak net of glistening water that collided on their heads and faces and blades. The sparks wound their way down Kona's blade and the man's like wriggling blue and white worms. The man's head began to rush forward, and in a desperate attempt to avoid the headbutt Kona twisted his body to the left.

It was not fast enough, and he clipped Kona's chin. There was a loud crack, and a huge amount of pain shot through Konahomaru's mouth and neck. His jaw was broken. His eyes spun wildly in their sockets for a moment, and then settled back on the blades. They were still touching, if ever so slightly, and the current was now so far gone that it would not matter if Kona released contact. Staggering backwards, everything went to a normal speed again.

The current back travelled into his hand, and it electrocuted him as well. "Aaah!" he shouted, barely managing it past his broken jaw. He dropped the Lightning Blade and it fell to the ground, running it through and sticking up. Nariwa Kona's blessed aura began to work on the broken jaw, sliding the peices of bone back into place and healing the tissue gradually. "Come to me!" he murmured, and the Lightning Blade unstuck from the ground and floated over to his hand. Kona grasped it, and then regained his bearings.

((OOC: If you're wondering about the color switching, it shows the current standing of the character, purple is neutral. Black is well....Obvious and I haven't used the other color yet for the good. Decided to do something different than making people guess his mood.))

Indeed, it appeared to be a clash of personallities, but more so a simple misunderstanding between the two. They wanted to hear different things than what they really were hearing and paid little mind to what was truly said. It seemed to be an all too common thing that Xavion ran into, which was the cause of all the fights he had been forced into thus far.

As their heads collided, Xavion saw his vision blurr and swhirl about, which caused him to teeter after the blow landed. He had no knowledge of what happened, nor could he even think about what had taken place, at least not for the moment. Though within a split second he was brought aware of everything currently around him as a few sparks of electricity traced into his forearms, causing them to spasm violently. Digits clenched tightly around the hilts of his swords, before the man stepped back and breaking the pathway of current through their blades. Forcefully he threw his swords to the ground and immediately began rubbing his hands and arms, never feeling such a thing in his life.

His nerves twitched spasmodically, occassionally causing his hands to tighten, but he was far more than fortunate for the attack safely landed otherwise he would have a lot more than messed up nerves to contend with at the moment. Shaking his head in disgust, his eyes lifted up to the man as he seemed to be suffering some effects from his attack as well, “Lets end this foolishness....Before we end up killing each other, how about it? We'll call it a draw.”

Involuntarily he shook his right hand a few times before offering it out to the man, “The name's Xavion Darkheart, The Black Shadow. You can shake my hand or not, its your choice. If you don't I couldn't blame you. I apologize for what I said earlier, I felt threatened by your advancements. So I guess I lashed out in response to that. I'm a man of personal boundaries, especially when someone like you comes along.” Glancing down to his trembling hand, he simply shook his head laughing slightly, “I have to hand it to you though, you know how to leave an impression. I'm just glad I stopped you when I did, otherwise I'd be in for one hell of a shocking good time.”

He felt more at ease around the man than he had before, perhaps that was because they both got to feel each other out. Sometimes knowing what the other was capable of, shined a whole new light on the situation. Possibly they would finally find peace between the two of them and learn to accept each other unlike they had before.

((Thats interesting.))

Nariwa Kona, at that point, had lost most of the mercy if not all that he had had for this man. He was about to raise his Lightning Blade to strike at him again, but when he spoke it was like a massive hand stopped him from doing so. "Very well. I feel you may speak the truth." he said, and then returned the blade to its sheath on his back. A few sparks jumped out rebelliously as it slid down into its container.

Konahomaru stood and listened to what he had to say. Xavion Darkheart, The Black Shadow. The name made Kona slightly uneasy. What sort of man got the title 'The Black Shadow' without having done something entirely sinister in his life? Nevertheless, his quarell was over with Xavion for now. He proved a good match, and should they end up fighting again Kona reckoned that the victor would come out only barely alive.

"I forgive you. Many people are threatened by me, it is nothing new. I must apologize as well for provoking you. It most likely would have gone better if I had ignored the insults." said Kona, now drawing himself up again and starting to fully regain his balance. The rainstorm was still unending, pounding both Kona and Xavion with a volley of large rainsdrops. The lightning strikes were no farther off however.

"Those were not the best of my skills, do be aware. You can choose to follow me still to Kellen, or you may stay here. I do not wish to unwittingly violate another preference of yours again." added Nariwa Kona, and then he walked around Xavion and started on his way.

Certainly a person to remember, if anything. Konahomaru secretly hoped to himself that they would meet again. Whether it would be on peaceful or hostile terms, he did not know. Perhaps he would follow to Kellen, if at a rather large distance. In the long run, Kona did not mind. Many people kept their distance from him for their reasons, and he almost enjoyed having the space.

It was rather pleasant to hear someone finally own up something they played a part in. Not many people seemed to do that around these parts, it was something he learned from his run ins with a few interesting characters. They ranged from female assassins to demonic men, as well as demonic women. They all seemed full of themselves, talking far greater than they could back or could prove to back and he was the one that was always willing to test the waters as he had done with this man, Nariwa Kona. He could gauge that this man could back his talk, but should they fight another time then he would be better prepared.

He litterally knew no spells whatsoever and relied only solely upon his blade skills for it was all he had. At times it was good, but at times it was bad, there were no means to protect him from any form of spell, which was one of the bad things. It was something he regretted. To not have anything to defend himself should he lose his blades or even against a spell. This man had shown him his flaws and he thanked the man for that. Now he knew what needed work and what didn't.

Glancing down to his abscent hand for a moment, he shrugged his shoulders and dropped it back to his side. He figured the man wouldn't accept the offer, so it really didn't come as a shock to him. Shifting his gaze over to his swords as they laid upon the ground he slowly made his way over to them and picking them up from the water soaked ground. Sheathing the blades, he turned his attention back to Kona briefly, “I think we both had far more than that in our reserves, why do you think I wished to call an end to it? Neither of us probably would have yielded till the other was firmly placed to the ground bellow. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy fighting as much as the next guy, but I'd rather not run the risk of dying now. Not yet....Perhaps when I've served my purpose here then and only then will I concede to the everlasting fight, the one that should be my downfall.”

His meaning was a little skewed, but so was most of the things he said. They were often unexplained ramblings, that either ended too short or made little to no sense. Well...to those listening it didn't, but it made perfect sense to him. For a short while he pondered his choices; to follow the man and risk another blunt confrontation, or stay here drenched, cold, and starved. The choice was obvious as he turned in Kona's direction, pushing forward to close the distance that seperated the two. As he came up along the man's left flank, a free hand lifted to brush away the same strands of rebellious water drenched hair that gathered along his brows. The silence seemed to linger now between the two of them, at least until he broke it with a soft tone of his voice, “So, you're Veronna's chosen. She's taught you well, though I do have a question for you. Do you honestly think I'd be fit for the same?” Perhaps it wasn't the greatest question to be asking after their fight, but he didn't care. This man could give him some honest answers and that's exactly what he wanted. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time he would get shot down, infact he could still remember the days when he first brandished a sword. He was a joke, a laughing stalk of them all, but he ended up showing them all how truly talented he was all within due time.

A heavy sigh passed his parted lips, as his eyes lifted up towards the blue sky lining the horizon where the black clouds had ended. Good the rain would be done soon, but it seemed odd that it suddenly decided to end it now, right when they finished their fight. Shrugging the thought off, his gaze drifted to his immediate right, studying the man who was now along side him, “Don't skew your opinion though. I want a legitimate answer, it doesn't bother me on how honest you decide to be, so long as you aren't putting down my teacher.” It was one of his pet peeves and he related to how Kona reacted to him when he mentioned Veronna. Thus why he had apologized for the earlier incident.

Nariwa Kona walked on briskly, keeping the same pace as he and Xion travelled through the plains. It had taken him long enough to decide whether or not to follow. The rain continued, still as mercilessly as before. The raindrops slid down Konahomaru's face and stopped at the edge of his nose for a breif moment, before dripping off and splashing onto his white coat. A gust of wind blew, blowing the tail of it into the wind making him look almostic majestic as he moved along.

Kona listened to what Xion said ar first. It made sense. Kona too had a similar outlook, with the exception that he trusted should he be needed the gods, or maybe his master Veronna, would resurect him. If not, then he would rest peacefuly and maybe his spirit would return to Celestia where he was born. Those would be good times. As if interupting that thought, a lightning bolt struck near Konahomaru and light up the sky as if it were mid-day. The thunderous clap seemed to compress his head slightly as it roared through the valley. Kona winced slightly, his ears were ringing a little but he enjoyed the show.

There was silence for some time, albeit between the loud conversation the skies were having with the earth. Then, Xion spoke.

“So, you're Veronna's chosen. She's taught you well, though I do have a question for you. Do you honestly think I'd be fit for the same?”

Kona measured him up a second time out of the corner of his eye. Yes, she had taught him well indeed. He had been well taught even before that as well. That didnt mater though, he was much better than before. But would Xion be fit? Possibly. Kona was skeptical, his sparring skills were magnificent, but Veronna also measured by person and not just skill. Konahomaru did not totally agree with Xion's person.

Nariwa Kona tossed that aside. He wasnt Veronna, and even though they were close freinds they were not close enough for Kona to be able to guess what Veronna thought most of the time. Many of the things she did still puzzled him slightly. "You have a good chance. However, should she test your skill, remember this: Do not fear dying, niether fear harming her. I never recall hitting her a single time, but I drew extremely close each time I tried. I swore to myself that I would draw blood from her, and I dont think I have yet. She looked for not just skill in me, she wanted determination and a whole souled and spirited effort. If you do the same as I did, you will have good chances indeed." answered Kona.

((OOC: Sorry, but I have to bring it to your attention, lol. You keep typing Xion when his name is Xavion. I know, they're way too close of names so it's an honest mistake. x.x; I figured I'd hit some confusion since Xion's name and Xavion's are near alike, lol.))

Ponderously he collected what the man had said to him, thinking over it all slowly. A fight with a Goddess no less a woman. It was not exactly what he wanted entirely, but if he had to, to prove his valor then he would without questioning it in the least. He had a thing about fighting against women, it wasn't because they were weak or they somehow didn't stack up to a man for a lot of them proved that fact to be false. It was merely against his code, he hated drawing women into such trivial things such as battles and wars. He wasn't quite sure how to explain, but some of the women didn't have the wickedness to endure through battles over and over. Though, the Goddess was an exception and same with the assassin from earlier on.

Again the lightning cracked, sending a jagged bolt down into the ground before them, singing the ground to a fine black color as well as kicking up some of the dirt. Paying it little to no mind he continued along at the pace Kona had set. He never really feared storms, it's just what took place during them that truly troubled him. His whole life revolved around the storms, even when the seasons changed. He experienced great heart breaks and troublesome encounters that usually ended up with him bleeding his life away. Maybe that's why he was so headstrong in his battles, he realized that each battle could very well be his last so instead of giving up he would push till the last drop bled.

Shifting his gaze out over the planes again, he studied their integrity, analyzing all that lined their outstretching fields. There were a few houses placed here and there, but mostly open planes and a few scattered trees, nothing that interesting at all. The storm was the only thing that gave this place its eerie attraction, otherwise it was nothing special in the least. Sliding his gaze back to the man, he spoke in a soft tone, “If she's looking for determination. Well, I have plenty of that. I've fought a lot of people like you who could match me if not totally outclass me and I can safely say I never gave up until I could no longer move. I can't say I still do that now, but I used to...It was a truly foolish thing for me to do for I have much yet I would wish to complete before I will offer myself to the Gods.” It was the only reason why he had called their fight as a draw, knowing very well that neither would yield to the other until one dropped if not both.

Nariwa Kona said nothing, and continued to walk along at the same brisk pace as he had always kept. The glyphs on his forehead and wrists glowed slightly brighter, as if he had gotten an idea. A gust of wind blew, pushing him back, slowing the two travellers down slightly. Nariwa filled the silence between the two by speaking to Kona. He didnt expect for Xavion to hear it, but t might have been better off that way. Nariwa was not sure if Xavion knew exactly what kind of celestial Konahomaru was in the first place, and might become even more unsettled than he already was.

"An interesting character. Very similar to you Konahomaru." said Nariwa. "I disagree." he replied silently. They both shared the same body and hence knew each others thoughts. Vocal speech was not necesary. "Right, so unique you are. There are other infused ones on Imythess as well. You fought with two of them during the attempted orc invasion of Taras. Or did you forget that?" said Nariwa with a slightly aggravated tone to his voice. "Dont remind me that I probably am older than I remember. It... frightens me. And I am unique, because I am a half-celestial. They were not. Are not. replied Kona.

Nariwa stopped talking. He hadnt been defeaten, but simply did not feel the need to say anything. Konahomaru let out a long sigh, something extremely unusual for him. He had been reminded recently, however, that he was all alone in the world. That would do it for anyone. Considering what Xavion had said previous, Konahomaru muttered "It is an understandable thing. I suppose. I have never had that situation, or more appropiately, my goal in life ran along the path I have taken as far as my serving the blade goes."