"Well then... Let us dance..."

[Joseph Cronosi]

[www.youtube.com/watch?v=rElGH02P2X4 Suitable music]

In the Grand city of Meltokio many people had been taking a break from their bustling lives to observe a rare sight. Standing outside in the middle class level of the city was the former arena star, papal knight trainee, The once "Masked Prince of Death" Joseph Cronosi. The young man's bright blue eyes currently were closed his arms hanging low at his sides his sword was a few feet ahead of him on the ground. His feet began to tap suddenly on the stone floor, clicking, tapping, stomping, all in a rhythm. He raised his arms slowly He suddenly opened his eyes as he spun with grace almost as if he were dancing. In one swoop he picked up his blade the blade alighting with the golden glow as his hands touched it. He spun once more this time ending it with a few slashes to the air. He spun the blade a trail of golden light following it as he did so. He once more went into a combination of deadly thrusts and graceful strikes. The "Prince" did one final strike with his blade before sheathing it in a flashy manner. The end of his exhibition brought applause from the people watching not many got to see quite a show. The young man smiled softly as he took in the applause and bowed gracefully to the adoring public. "I thank you all..." He simply said as he bowed once more, he lived for the applause. It was one reason he wanted to enter the arena all those years ago. The applause, the thrill of battle, the rush one received upon punishing those foolish enough to stand against you, all of it. Despite his current occupation he still enjoyed those things immensely.

[Angelina]

Hmph... He is good, but let's see if he's good enough.

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The woman felt another nudge hit her right below the rib cage. A green haired man's eyes moving up and down as he gave her the look. She only scowls in reply, huffing as she crosses her arms. Another nudge is aimed on the other side of her. A brown haired man with pointed ears giving he same eye brow motion towards her. She grits her teeth at him, before shoving him over the back of his seat. The other companions around them snickering at her.

"A bet it a bet, and you lost." The green haired man says, the other snickering away with him. Her piercing pale green eyes soon shut them all up. She is a woman of her word, but what ever compelled her to the bet still surprised her.


Apparently Ruffus, the green haired man, had lost a match to the 'Masked Prince of Death'. Being the overly ego man that he is, Ruffus decided that the 'Prince' needed to get a bottle of his own medicine. So he cooked up some kind of plan to get her to challenge the Prince and kick his ass.

She isn't the one overly confident in her skills, but she is better than Ruffus. So she might have a chance. From the look of his fighting style, he is far superior than his opponents that he can get away with flashy moves. He also seems to like the cheer and applause from the crowd.

She felt another nudge go into her rib, her head snapping towards her soldier. Ruffus has the look of impatience on his face. She looks at him with a hard look before sighing and looking down at the 'Prince'.

"Be sure to watch and learn boys. I won't be falling for that trick a second time." She says with a hard steel tone. Her hands going together before pulling apart to have a light green light surround her hands to reveal her snake sword and sheath. Fitting the sheath on the back of her lower torso, she puts her foot on the stone wall.

"We have a challenger!" Ruffus shouts as the rest of her squad starts pointing at her. Freezing in her spot to see everyone look at her in anticipation, she sighs before jumping down onto the battle ground.

As the dust starts to settle, everyone looks down at the woman in the light grayish-blue full suit. The front part of her suit open to show the gray tinted tan skin of her and the dark blue tube top. Getting the feel of the ground with her light grayish-blue boots scuffing at the ground, she stops put a hand on her hip and the sword on her shoulder.

"It looks like a new challenger is ready for combat!" The announcer says between the 'Prince' and the woman. "Now what is the challenger's name?"

"The Kick-Ass Banshee"

"Queen of Glasses!"

"Polka-dotted Fluttering Llama-humper"

THUMP

"...I thought it's good nickname..."

"No way. It's Miss Angelina of course~!"

Angelina face palms herself. Cursing under her breath about the excruciating things she is going to do to them when this is over. Turning around she glares at the group of men, all of them hushing instantly at the look from her.

"Okay. This is a battle between 'Masked Prince of Death' against 'Miss Angelina'!" The announcer says, as Angelina returns to look at Joseph. Her sword swinging from her shoulder as she crunches the ground under her boot, and gets into battle position.

GO
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[Joseph Cronosi]

He looked over as someone challenged him. His blue eyes blinking as he stared at a rather large group of people, he had only recignized one of them, one of the many who fell to his blade. He smirked thinking he wanted to settle the score. He was only half right. He chuckled seeing the women come to face him. "My, my, this is interesting..." He bowed gracefully to the woman ignoring the moronic nicknames her company had been throwing out.

He looked up smiling his half smile as he moved some hair from his eye. "I, Joseph Wittohen Cronosi, former Masked Prince of Death, accept your challenge." He found it funny how he was continually referred to as being the "Masked Prince of Death" despite having his mask removed in front of everyone. He found it oddly amusing that there was a person amongst the crowd playing the role of the announcer despite the duel taking place in the streets.

He watched her take an offensive stance looking to her weapon. "A long range weapon... How annoying" He thought to himself as he lowered into a fencers stance swinging the blade idly. Upon hearing the 'announcer' begin the match Joseph closed his eyes for a moment speaking to the girl.

Then the battle began his blue eyes opening as he lurched forward swiping his blade forward a few times aiming for her torso. After this attack despite if it hit or miss he would leap back for a moment. He leaned back brushing his hair to distract her as his other hand lurched forward with another stab of the glowing rapier. "Don't bore me!" he demanded tauntingly to the girl as he readied for her attack

[Angelina]

Hunted by the Angels....

Angelina raises a silver eye brow with mild amusement at how the man bows to her. She has always been saluted as an officer, and called sir by most of the Renegade soldiers, except for her squad whom have dubbed her 'Miss Angelina'. Never regarded as a lady most of the time, she was mildly surprised, but thought mostly of the bow as a 'mock bow'. Snorting to herself, she flicks her head to the side to get her bangs out of her eyes. Though to people who are watching could perceive that motion as an arrogant way of edging the man along, but that's them and nothing that Angelina was intending for.

"I, Joseph Wittohen Cronosi, former Masked Prince of Death, accept your challenge."

Angelina doesn't reply, but continues to look at the man with a blank look. He really sounded conceited to Angelina and could tell that he was some man of noble class or just really confident. Not really sure if she should reply back, she looks behind her back to see the watchful eyes of her soldiers. All mouthing for her to say something, kick his ass, llamas, and other nonsense that is known of her squad.

"Very well then, Joseph Wittohen Cronosi. I, Angelina, shall show no mercy by your acceptance." Angelina says coolly, her face giving away nothing but a tired impatience. Watching him idly swing his sword, Angelina replies the swing with one of her own. Seeing the catiouse look in his eyes as he recognizes her weapon.

Hmmm...he must have some sort of high level training in the art of battle if he knows my weapon. Not many people can identify it in it's original state.

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Hearing the words that he says to her with his eyes closed, an annoyed look comes across Angelina's face. May Martel bless you..hah, what a laugh. Too bad that blessing is wasted on someone like her. She could have used that blessing a long time ago, but it's useless now. If some goddess Martel actually cared about her, then the woman wouldn't have brought hell on her a long time ago. Her future was on the brink of being destroyed, at the hands of the angels. Her angels.

Hearing the go, Joseph rushes at her swinging his rapier at her torso. Matching each blow with precision making sure to slice the rapier away from her body, she jumps back as Joseph does. Keeping some distance as he suddenly brushes his hair from his face as he suddenly attacks forward with a stab. Widening her eyes a fraction at the deception, she parries the blow with a side step, narrowly missing her.

Using that strike of her sword to parry the blow she changes the state of her sword into a whip¹in the sweep, before whipping it around her head and slashing towards Joseph. Whether the attack hit or not, she runs towards the side around Joseph before slashing horizontal and twirling it around her and re-slashing vertical.

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1 I happen to poke my right trying to figure out how to do that attack, I will have you know...it hurts. D:

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[Joseph Cronosi]

Due to his nobility Joseph was conceited, but even in his arrogance he was one of the most respectful people you would meet. The bow had been a genuine sign of respect for the woman. Her lack of respect however was quite... Irritating... The face of tired impatience, like he was not worth her time... It was infuriating... His irritation grew seeing the annoyance in her face when he spoke of Martel's graces. That rage boiled within him.

"Darn it... I'm getting sloppy! My anger is causing me to make mistakes I need to calm down..." He thought to himself as each strike was knocked back by her sword. He grit his teeth but decided to use that anger to power his surprise stab. His anger grew seeing her parry it eyes sharpening. He kept his eye on her and spotted the blade break apart to form the whip he had so dreaded seeing from the beginning of the duel.

He slashes the whip deflecting it before it could into come into contact with him. "I've read about this weapon before... In my studies... But I've yet to truly face it!" He watched as she ran around his side he turned the horizontal strike impacting each small knife like extension digging into his chest before being torn free, his white coat began to be stained with the red of his blood. He let out a gasp of pain looking to the blood before looking up deflecting the vertical strike.

He took one step toward her "I'll make you scream!" He spoke his voice cold as a blade his eyes reflecting the same feeling as he suddenly erupted in a flurry of quick stabs each aiming for various points of his opponent's body. He stopped however wincing holding his fresh cut as he jumped back. He looked to the blood on his gloved hand and frowned looking up suddenly as he shifted his stance closing his eyes.

"Light of Martel, grant me your strength, to punish those who would stand against me, in a wave of all encompassing light!" He speaks a white aura forming around him, the exesphere on his glove shining. He opens his eyes which had taken on a golden color as he reached back with one arm the white aura absorbing into his palm. "Light Wave!" He called out his arm sweeping upward a wave of gold-white energy sweeping exploding in front of him moving along the ground toward the "ARCH Angel"

He watched resuming his fighting stance readying himself for a rush attack.

[Joseph Cronosi]

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