Lynthaer rolled his shoulders as he stood at the gate. Why he ws doing this exactloy, who could say, but for whatever reason, he was here, and that was where he planned to stay for now. Where exactly "here" was was one of the halls leading into the pit of the Arena. Like most days, they were having free sign ups for whoever wanted to brawl and release a bit of steam. Unlike most days, Lynth felt like doing just that, but in broad daylight. Very unnussual for the vampiric half fiend, but just what he needed at the moment. He hadn't been able to spill large quantities of blood and not have to drink it up for a while now, so this little game should help him a bit. Lynthaer Began to check his clothing, making sure that the black cloth was in place so that he did not become a pile of ashes in the fighting pit. He also checked his maniacly grinning mask. It always seemed to unerve a good deal of people.

The portculus began to rise, and Lynthaer heard the call for all combatants to be gin to enter the pit. He smiled his insane grin behind the mask. His scythe and sword would drink there fill today. Lynthaer walked forward into the sunlit arena, his eyes darting to the other participants.

"Men and ladies," the anouncer said, "this is an all out death or drop match. Weapons and spells are allowed. Please refrain from killing those in the audience. Teams are allowed, but only one man may be anounced victor. May your blades stay sharp and your bodies whole. I will anounce when you may commence."

Lynthaer, along with the other contestants, had his eyes roming the entire time, looking for habits or give aways. He learned that a great deal of people were right handed, giving him an advantage as he was ambidextrious. He also saw a good deal of heavy weapons such as axesa and hammers. They would be slow and not adept to block his fast scythe.

The young immortal found himself in a city that he had almost forgotten. His target however, where not the many roads and allies are not his target. Sujin had planed to stretch his arms and see just how strong he really was. Infurnus on his back, gripped by what seemed to be a metal loop that seemed to hold the blade in place no matter how quickly or oddly Sujin moved. At his hip was Sone, the devourer of lost souls. Oh what fun it would be to turn whoever dare challenge him to ash or a pile of severed limbs.

In truth however, Sujin wished to find just one that could withstand his sword or his flame. If he could find that one he would be extremely happy… and happy spells bad for most hell for any opponent that stood before Sujin. Once the young immortal gets excited, he looses what little control over his own power and goes berserk. Once Sujin goes berserk, the young immortal held no quarter for anyone that was near or before him, battle was the thing Sujin enjoyed the most, strength was the byproduct of the battle for ones life. The young immortal always put his life on the line in any fight… he never backed down from anyone… he would ether be killed or be the killer.

As Sujin left the tunnel the brightness of the sun gleamed into his face, as his crystal blue eyes searched the place for someone worthy of the defeat Sujin would hand them. So far however he was unimpressed. Until however, his eyes fell upon one warrior draped in dark robes. Sujin grinned as he gripped the massive sword on his back and brought it around in a one handed grip, his right hand being his dominate sword arm. As he did such, many men charged as the battle commenced. Sujin took a step forward as a massive man charged him, a hammer as his weapon. Grinning Sujin simply raised his sword from the ground in a diagonal slash from his right to the warriors left, instantly cleaving him in two from the hip to his shoulder before the man even knew what hit him.

Sujin’s target was on the far side of the arena… he was the only one worth fighting, and that was what Sujin was aiming for.

Lynthaer smiled his grin, oh so similar to the one on his mask, as the combatants lept into action. Without a thought, he whipped his double blades scythe from his back and spoke. "Brennen," he said in a deep voice, and suddenly his weapon was surrounded by dancing flames. His burning blades ripped through the throte of a barbarian like man an instant later, and Lyth watched, shuddering with lust as he saw blood spurt from the severed jugular. Behind his mask, a face of want covered his face. Oh, to drink the sweet juices that were wasted upon the unwanting ground. His sentiments could not last long, however, as two other men treid to take him together. One was of a similar build to the dead man, the other a thin swordsman. The barbarian weilded a giant flamberge, the samller man a rapier. In a flash, Lynthaer whipped his weapon around and knocked the rapier to the ground and brought the other end around to meet the flamberge. His other arm flew to his back, and using his massive strength, Lynthaer whipped out his great sword and took off one more head. As the swordsman went to the ground, Lynthaer's scythe smashed into the famberge. The force behind the huge sword madwe his own weapon shiver.

The barbarian was extremely surprised by the amount of power in Lynthaer. This was most likely due to the fact that he was in his elven form, and appeared to be small. However, thanks to his demonic blood and infusion, his strength in this sate was still that to match the brutes. If he was in full demonic, the man would be hopelessly overpowered.

Lynthaers sword was still in his hand, but in this form, he was not in much of a position to use it without both hands. His scythe suited the elf. Smiling, he twisted his scythe back towards him, letting the brute's weight and strength bring him forward stumbling. Following through with the motion, he brought the other end around and stabbed it into the man's rib cage. Bllod spewed from his mouth as he fell, and Lynth leapt out of the way of the falling corpse.

It was at this time he noticed the other fighter of class across the pit. he weilded a huge sword as well, but with skill, not brute force. From his eyes, he wanted Lynthaer bad. Lynthaer smiled.

The flame lord continued to walk forward, his blade in his right hand as he slowly moved towards the target of his eyes. Crystal blue eyes flared with flame as Infurnus was gripped in both hands, another warrior decided to challenge Sujin, and this one was not going to just let him get away. Spear came from the left, its jagged point aiming for Sujin’s chest, with a quick and swift upwards slash the spear was split leaving the warrior with nothing more than a stump of wood. Grinning Sujin sidestepped to the left first, then a quick slash to the right as the young immortal ran his blade through the midsection of the idiotic warrior.

Not a drop of blood tarnished the blade as the man fell from his bottom half spear still in hand. It would be only moments before he did in fact charge the person he really wished to fight, his scythe long and crooked, menacing blade it was. The two handed sword however was a blade he once saw, where he had seen said blade would not return to memory but it would how ever rack Sujin’s mind until he could place where the last time he saw that long slender sword of his. Sujin was sure he knew who the blade belonged to, it was only a matter of time now… a matter of time.

It would be soon, Sujin was nearing the warrior he saw fit to cleave in half. The young immortal would reach his target and he wanted his target to know he was watching him. “I see you…” Sujin whispered, his voice sounding like a whisper as it leaked from his lips. The young immortal wanted nothing more than to fight for real, to have a battle that was worth drawing his sword for. Two men appeared, one wielding a heavy axe the other a mace. Each attacked at the same time; Infurnus arose to the sky as the crystal blue eyes of Sujin gleamed with a burning light.

His greatsword began to bend the light around it, heat waves pouring off the adamantine sword. Suddenly Sujin’s aura increased causing that same ripple of wind then a violent explosion as his aura turned the air around him to flame. The blood turning screams of grown men was music to his ears, weak screams as the two men dropped their weapons and ran about the arena ablaze, Sujin’s aura continued to expand catching man after man ablaze clearing the battle field so that he and the elf could have a good go.

Lynthaer decided that he wanted the other pyromancer that graced the arena pit today. There was something in the man's eyes, something that reminded Lynth of himself. Lynthaer liked that. He believed that this opponent was worthy enough to be torn to peices by him, and he would evr so happily give this man what he was worthy of. First, however, he would haveto rid the pit of some of the more troublesome pests that liked to run about and stab at him. Quickly, he resheathed his sword on his back. Holding his scythe in his left hand, he muttered two rough words and flicked his wrist as if he was holding a whipp. Not a second later, he was, but it was made entirely out of flames. This was another of his favorite little spells, as he was never quite able to dual weild both his scythe and his sword unless he decided to hit mid-form. This way, he could weild one, and his other weapon would be flying around with it.

Without a second thought, Lynthaer lashed out with his new. It wrapped around another large man's throat, and lythaer ripped it back to him. Without being able to scream, the man went to the ground, his head severed by the whipped. No matter. There were plenty more large, mindless killing machines running around aimlessly. He would be able to kill a couple more.

Lynthaer heard someone's voice. It was soft, though not very near to him. The words were easy enough to make out, and for a moment, Lynthaer's smiled faded a bit. He recognized the voice. His mind told im it had something to do with the time before he first died. Unfortunately, it must have been quite a while befoe that, for Lynthaer could not recall a memory when he had heard the voice before.

Lynthaer turned to face the man, his flamming lash killing yet another charging idiot, just in time to see the man pull of an incredible display of power. He seemed to turn the very air into fire, raosting many a poor soul. Lynthaer paused to observe the display for a moment, then decided to help the man. It was blatenly obvious what he was doing. Getting rid of all the inconvinient little bugs that might interrupt their fight. he himself, began to speak his words of power, and began to bring down pillars of flame inopt any large crowd of fighters he could see. The smell of burnt flesh was rich in the air as he helped his temporary comrad, but soon to be mortal enemy, clear the pit.