Match #9: Genesis VS Namine

[Felix]

Alright folks the tournament has finally been judged and thus the next round of matches can begin. This match will be between Genesis and Namine! The first one to post will be Genesis who has three days to get out his post.

You may begin!

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

Walking away from the arena, the crowd continuing to roar out his name in loud cheers and chants, the Scarlet SOLDIER could not help but smile even with the utter pain he was in. Only minutes before, the sword of his red-haired employee had pierced cleanly through his thigh and even Genesis himself was amazed he were able to remain upright, let alone walk without aid. His back was aching, his leg felt like it were on fire, his summonable wing had been crippled... it was strange. Only Zack had put the SOLDIER Legend into this state once before and Felix of all people was one of the last he'd expect to manage to do likewise. Though he wasn't mad nor felt regret. Not at all. He was happy. He was pleased, proud in fact, that someone as talented as the freelancer was in his employ and after the events that had just happened, Genesis was determined to keep his contract active and in his hands. It would be a shame to have to end such skill if someone else decided to use it against him.

Once safely back in the lobby, Genesis found himself limping off towards where the medics and healing supplies were kept. Some of Phil's staff had been watching the fight between employer and employee and were quick to rush to the LOVELESS quoter's aid. Others matches were still going on by the sound of it, which was good news for the SOLDIER, for once he sat down and rolled up his trouser leg to inspect the gaping and now seriously bleeding wound within his leg, he knew he'd have time to sort this out and rest before the next match. No sooner then a couple Cura spells and some tightly wrapped bandage later was Genesis already feeling back on top of the world again. No wound, big or small, minor or fatal, was going to stop the Scarlet SOLDIER from rightfully retaining when belonged to him. The Championship title. A few minutes passed, Genesis remained seated and resting throughout until the sounds of the other matches started to quieten down. The time for the second rounds was drawing near and the auburn-haired male started to rotate his arms at the shoulder as well as hopping from one foot to the other on the spot numerous times, warming himself up.

The ambient cheers and celebrations of the audience started to grow louder as the time for the next matches arrived. Phil poked his head out of the entrance to the arena and gave the SOLDIER Legend a thumbs up, to which Genesis nodded his head in reply and once again could not help but smile as he heard Phil's voice echo about the arena once more, introducing the contestants.
"Alright, it's time to get the Second Round started people!!! The winners of the last round have had time to recuperate and it's time to throw them back into the action!!!"
Genesis stopped a few feet short of the raised gate, waiting and watching as the filled arena of spectators once more began to chant.
"GENESIS!! GENESIS!! GENESIS!!"
"GENESIS!! GENESIS!! GENESIS!!"
"GENESIS!! GENESIS!! GENESIS!!"
Phil's voice boomed over the top of the crowds, just about.
"Please welcome back to the arena, victor of Felix, our current champion, GENESIS RHAPSODOS!!!"

His smile was wide and his eyes were bright. It was clear he were enjoying every last moment of this new tournament and as he made his way towards the arena, Genesis raised a hand and waved towards the audience, provoking an approved reaction. He was one step closer to reaching his goal and while he were pleased to have made the next round, there was one presence he could no longer sense. It would seem that Sephiroth had lost his match and while Cloud's nor Zack's nor Angeal's presence were nearby, the Scarlet SOLDIER could only wonder who on earth could have knocked the greatest SOLDIER out of the tournament. The thought was soon lost within his mind as Genesis hopped up onto the raised fighting area within the arena, making his way to the center before turning his full attention onto where his next opponent would come from. He didn't want a repeat of the damage suffered last time, so he decided before the match even started, that he'd give everything he had!!

[Naminé]

Naminé sat on a small bench outside the Coliseum. It was strange for her to actually get to participate in this kind of event. Normally she would have been forbidden to go anywhere because she was never supposed to exist in the first place. So getting to do this was just another way for her to prove to herself that her existence wasn’t a dream…She was really here. The witch had no idea how long this…feeling (was that what it was? Was it really a feeling that she was experiencing?), was going to last and she wanted to savor every moment of it, weather she won or lost.

Naminé was slightly disappointed that her first battle was cancelled. She might have been a little more ready for this round if she had a bit more practice. She looked at the new order of the fights. She was to fight some person named Genesis. She thought of watching the other battles to see what she was up against but figure that it might be in her best interest not to. The whole thing might have gotten her too worked up.

Naminé could her Phil call for match 9. “Well I guess it is my turn.” She said as she stood up and entered the Coliseum. The crowd went wild at the mention of the opponent’s name. “Wow that guy must be popular.” She said to herself. “And now welcome Naminé to the arena.” The goat man said. The witch placed her arms behind her back and walked out into the arena. The crowd went silent at the very sight of her. She was a scrawny girl of 18 years with pale skin, blond hair that went half way down her back, dressed in pure white, and had eyes of blue. Even Phil looked at her in complete shock.

As Naminé came to the stage Phil ran over to her. “Are you sure you want to do this kid?" He said to the memory witch. “You know this tournament, well um; well it is not for the faint of heart.” Naminé smiled gently at the satyr. “Well then I guess it is a good thing that I don’t have a heart then. Isn’t it?” She said sweetly as she walked past the goat legged creature and towards her opponent. “Holy Hera! Well if you are sure then I have two words for you….Good Luck Kid!” He yelled back to the girl in white. Naminé turned back around and tilted her head. “But that was three words.” She attempted to correct the goat but she was ignored. The memory witch then turned her attention to Genesis. She bowed to him then stood with her hands behind her back and her legs together. Her head was slightly tilted down but her stunning blue eyes kept fixated on the man in red. “I believe that it is your move now good sir.” She smiled at the man.

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

The day was still early and the sun was high in the sky, releasing it's warm rays down upon the home world of Phil and Herc. There was little wind, at least none that was managing to blow inside the Coliseum which was good for the crowds. The flooring about the raised arena was covered in dirt or maybe sand, possible to break the fall of someone unfortunate enough to tumble out of the ring and off the raised area. To have a strong wind passing by to kick up this sand or dirt, carrying it both into the eyes of the contestants and audience, wouldn't make people very happy. The people were indeed happy too, for their chants and cheers didn't seem to be quietening down anytime soon. Though that all changed the moment the SOLDIER Legend's opponent stepped forth from her waiting area, coming into view. The matching, bright blue eyes of Naminé within the head of the LOVELESS fanatic, opened wide in utter bewilderment, the instant he laid sight upon whom his next opponent was going to be. She was just a young girl... no weapons, no protective garments... She looked like she'd snap in half at the lightest attack, yet the way Genesis felt no aura from her in the slightest...

"Naminé, was it?"
The tall man in the long crimson coat asked as she got nearer to him. The hands of the SOLDIER found themselves within the pockets of his long leather coat, drawing the opening about the front of his body as if he were trying to protect his body from the winds, not that there was any wind. This situation didn't feel right at all. After the awkward silence the audience gave the Time Witch, a few of the girls started to let out small 'awws' and chatting lightly to one another. Was Genesis really expected to fight to his best capabilities against a young woman who, at visuals alone, looked like she'd suffer greatly and receive fatal wounds from the SOLDIER's infamous crimson Rapier.
"Forgive me for being so uncouth, but why are you entering this tournament? This is a battleground, people here fight for fame, glory or just for experience. I may be mistaken, but you appear to have no need for fame or glory and lack any fighting experience."
He asked, keeping his hands within the pockets of his coat as he heard the crowds start to talk amongst themselves more. It was hard to hear what was being discussed but it seemed to be along the lines of: 'Do you really think he's going to fight such a small girl?'. Taking a step forwards, pulling his right hand out of his coat pocket, the auburn-haired male raised his hand and stuck his index and middle finger up as if making a peace-sign to Naminé.
"Secondly, are you a Nobody?"

Instead of lowering his hand down to his side, Genesis instead stretched his arm out to his side, his fingers gripping about an imaginary object before some of the crowd got to their feet and cheered, recognizing this movement from the first round. Sure enough, a line of bright flame burst from Genesis' hand as the infamous crimson bladed Rapier was summoned to his hand. Flicking the decorative blade before himself, he span and thrust the weapon towards Naminé, aiming the point towards her chest, to where her heart should be, but stopping himself before he struck her.
"I am not going to lose this Tournament. As the reigning champion, I will strike you down with all of my power! I ask you now; please forfeit. I would hate to have to hurt you..."
Genesis spoke, his brow tightening til his bright, mako-fuel eyes were hardly visible anymore.

[Naminé]

{OOC: Sorry about how bad this is. *hangs head in shame* hope it is at least okay enough that you can work with it.}


Naminé nodded her head as her opponent restated her name. Her smile fell in to a straight face as the crowd whispered. Everyone seemed to have trouble grasping the concept of their Champion, a grown man, fighting what appeared to be nothing more than a child. “And you are Genesis.” She stated in a calm girly sweet voice. “Now shall we begin? These people paid to see a fight not to hear us talk it out.”

The witch’s comment seemed to have gone unnoticed by the man. Naminé’s blue eyes flashed as the man asked her why she was here. At first she thought he meant why was she in existences but his later statement reviled that he wanted to know why she was in the tournament in the first place. This crimson man was judging her by her appearance but he was right, she had no use for fame or glory. Those words had little mean to the memory witch, Yet, she still stood there with her hand behind her back without answering and her expression unchanging.

Naminé watched the man with his hand in his pockets. It appeared as though he was cold with is shoulders hunch up to his neck but the little girl couldn’t figure out how that could even be possible. There was no wind and she was wear nothing more than a white dress and didn’t so much as shiver. Was it possible that this man was attempting to hold himself back? Was he conflicted in fighting? Well if that were the case then she was going to give him a reason to lash out with everything he had. Her blue eyes remained on Genesis not letting him out of her sight.

The man had figured out that she was a Nobody and she let a small smile escape from her lips for a brief second before going back to a straight face. “Yes I am a Nobody, a being without a heart. I am not your normal little girl so you should put all morals aside and fight me like the Champ you are.” She said load enough so that the crowd could hear. If this guy was worried about the crowd hating him for fighting her then she wanted to put that fear aside.

Finally the man seemed to be ready to fight. The crowd let out a cheer as the man summoned his weapon. The memory witch used the cheers of the crowd to mask the fact that she had snapped her fingers that were resting behind her back holding a sketchbook that had a drawing of 4 Dusks on one of its pages. The conflict of age and appearance had finally ended. The man span his sword and Naminé’s eyes followed its movement, with her expression as passive as ever. When the long weapon was thrust at her and stopped just inches from where a normal person heart would be she didn’t so much as flinch. “What good would that do you to aim there?” She asked

“I am not going to lose this Tournament. As the reigning champion, I will strike you down with all of my power! I ask you now; please forfeit. I would hate to have to hurt you..." Genesis spoke.

Naminé smiled. “Now what fun would it be if I forfeited? I have my reasons for entering the tournament, even if I don’t revile to you what they are. It would be pointless id I didn’t see this through. So I am afraid you will have to put up with me.” She calmly said. “Like I said before, these people came here to see a fight. Let’s not disappoint them. And please do use all your power; At least it will seem that I am somewhat of a worthy opponent.” She winked at the man and then stared down at the sword. “Oh and one more thing good sir,” She whispered with a smile. “You might want to look down.” One of the Dusk Nobodies, which she had summoned with a snap while the crowd was cheering a while ago, weaved itself around the man’s legs. At the same time another Dusk materialized in a flash and sliced the man’s arm that was holding his weapon to knock it away from its master’s chest. Naminé took that chance to jump backwards as the first Nobody that was around the man’s legs jumped up and wheel kicked him in the spine hoping to knock the man over into a third Nobody that portaled in to slash at any part of the opponent it could get. The fourth and final Dusk came to the memory witch’s side. The girl in white stood there with arms behind her back and a calm expression watching every move the man in crimson made.

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Dusk: Up to 4 Dusks come to my aid per battle.
Attack: Hitting enemies by slithering between their legs
Defense: taking the hit for Namine so no bodily damage is inflicted on her. (Dusks will die the moment after they are hit.)
[Duration: until enemy eliminates all 4 Dusks. Cooldown: One post after all have been defeated.]

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

The audience who, as the young girl did mention, paid to come watch the matches within the Tournament didn't seem to be getting restless. Instead, some of them started to chant his name once more as if attempting to encourage him to begin the match. This still feel terribly wrong however and the Scarlet SOLDIER just shook his head from side to side once more. A few thoughts ran through his head, mostly about two people and what their actions would be. Firstly, what would Sephiroth do? He'd probably attack relentlessly and move onto the next round. The second thought was about Angeal and what he might do. Pick her up and take her out the ring? Try and knock her out as painlessly as he could? However, the SOLDIER 1st Class just mentally shook his head once more and thought to himself.
~I'm not Sephiroth nor Angeal... I should make up my own mind, and I WANT to win this Tournament... so... I'll fight!~
His thoughts were broken when he heard the soft, rather sweet voice of the young female before him once again.

Did she really just tell him to use all of his power? He'd kill her! Genesis wasn't a cold blooded murderer... but she really did seem adamant to continue this fight. Was she actually much stronger then her fragile appearance revealed? Were all Nobodies capable of great power while masking it behind small frames and soft voices? Perhaps he really ought to cut loose and give everything he really had, much like he did towards the end of his last match with Felix. Naminé DID insist and the audience did come to watch a fight, not to see Genesis act a gentleman. Fine! She wants a fight, she'll get a fight!
"Alright... if you insist, I'll give you everything I have..."
However before he could step forth and attempt to slash his Rapier in the young girl's direction, her words, as soft and innocent as they were, did indeed cause the SOLDIER to look down to his feet in curiosity. Not expecting to see anything down there and instead feel a blow connect with his head, Genesis' eyes did widen at the sight of.. well... what WAS that thing???

A sharp pain ran through Genesis' sword arm as he managed to lift his head back up in time to see another one of these creatures attempting to disarm him. His grip upon the handle of the Rapier remained strong however and only a subtle wince escaped his lips before the monster beneath his feet hopped up and kicked him in the back. The white creature packed a punch and as Genesis staggers towards the third Dusk nearby, he managed to catch his balance and retain his footing, bringing his Rapier up in a fast block to parry and push the Dusk away. Stepping forth, Genesis swung the crimson weapon as hard as he could to try and slash the third Dusk in half before he jumped up high into the air, flipping backwards to see what was going on below him as he landed on the far side of the arena. The crowd burst into life as they roared with cheers and chants as the fight finally begun. During his short flight through the air, the SOLDIER's bright blue eyes had spotted the 4 white monsters as well as the young girl who had backed away to let her minions do the work. Well, if there was no rule against summoning those to help you win the round... Then two could play at that game.

Spreading his legs wide and taking hold of the Rapier within both hands, Genesis shot the weapon up into the air at arms length as he begun his own summoning. A moment later and a black angel wing burst out of his left shoulder blade. However, unlike his own brilliant jet-black angel wing (That's NOT out at the moment :3), this one was covered in a strange gray-like power. All of a sudden, a Level 2 Genesis Clone tore itself out of the Scarlet SOLDIER's body and side stepped till both master and summon were standing side by side. It was clear to tell which was which, for as well as the wing being covered in gray degradation, the Clone's hair and shoulders also shared the same gray colour. It wasn't to be underestimated though. The Clone shared half of Genesis' strength and knew a good number of his own abilities making it a formidable opponent.

Grinning, both Genesis and his clone suddenly sprung forth, moving with great agility that they both seemed to 'glide' across the arena. The Clone went left while Genesis went right, both of them attacking a Dusk each with a couple furious, fast swing of their Rapiers. The Clone jumped backwards when it attacked and raised its left hand up which started glow with a fiery orange flame. Swinging it's arm before itself, the Clone launched out 4 Flashes, two aimed for the Dusk it just attacked if it were still alive with the remaining two shot up into the air before curling around and aiming to fall down upon Naminé herself.

::Clone has 100% health remaining::

-=Cooldowns=-

Genesis Clone (Level 2) - 4 Posts till automatic dispel unless defeated first.
Clone's Flash - 2 Posts. (Increased from Genesis' 1 Post)

[Naminé]

The Dusks that were summoned had done their job well but only because they caught the crimson man off guard. Naminé smiled slightly as Genesis stabled from the kick in the back of the head from her Nobody. She realized the smile was there and quickly changes her expression back to neutral. The Dusk that was sent to slash at the man’s hand with the sword was expunged as the crimson weapon sliced it in two. The young girl was unaffected by the sudden demise of her summoned creature, infected she would have been highly disappointed if the man was defeated that easily.

The other two Dusks tripped over each other when they attempted to slash at the man again as he jumped into the air and back flipped away. They contoured themselves as they walked towards Genesis that was now on the other side of the arena. Their entire bodies looked as if they were made of rubber when they walked. These Nobodies actually gave Naminé the creeps but she knew she couldn’t be choosey about her allies at this point.

Naminé stepped back in to a horse fighting stance as the crimson man took his weapon and raised it into the area. The memory witch had no idea what to expect but she could tell that her opponent was starting to get serious. The young girl jumped back as a single wing burst from Genesis’ shoulder blade. She was in shock and watched in awe at the man. The sight of his wing made the witch think of another with wings, the key bearing angel However, her Nobodies were naturally unaffected by this and kept their rubber band march towards the man. She half wanted to call the creatures back to her side but was too curious on what might happen next. So only one Nobody remained at her side.

Something tore itself from Genesis’ body and Naminé grabbed where her heart would have been as if she could feel the pain of someone coming from inside of her. Her expression was no longer calm but sickness came across her features. Then as quickly as it had started it was over. Now two crimson men were standing before the witch. The young girl knew she had to compose herself if she wanted to at least survive this game. She placed her hand back down to her side and once again took up fighting stance. She had a “feeling” that these two opponents would have no trouble getting passed the Dusks. Naminé had to think of something…and fast.

The two opponents come at Naminé from either side. They took out two more of the Dusks with a swipe of their swords. The young witch stepped back as the clone’s hand busted into orange flames. 4 fire balls like things came raining down upon her and the last remain Dusk. The summoned Nobody was destroyed on impact by two of the fireballs and had no chance of getting away. Naminé quickly turned to a page in her sketchbook and quickly drew down a figure. A few females in the audience screamed, covered their eyes, and yelled “MOVE!” as the flash attack got closer. Just then Naminé s appearance melted away and Artemis stood before the crowd. She flapped her wings and took off the moment that the Flashes reached her position. One of the fireballs managed to hit her as she got away from the other. She was thrown to the ground on her back as the air lest her lungs. The transformed witch let out a gasp but scrambled back to her feet holding her ribs. She snapped her fingers again and this time three creepers appeared. One turned into a sword and places itself in Naminé/Artemis’ hands, the other turned into a shield took to the opposite arm of the sword and the last one turned into a lance and acted on its own.

Naminé/Artemis ran at the real Genesis with sword in hand at full speed and the Lance Creeper took off after the Clone. Just when the witch in disguise reached the real crimson man she switched her direction and went after the Clone instead. At the same time the Lance switched its direction and went after the real Genesis with the mightiest slashes and stabs it could muster.

Naminé/Artemis came within inches of the Clones face and gave a smile. She out stretched her wings and hovered inches from the ground in front of the summoned being. Raising her sword she brought it down hard on the Clones sword. Ones the two weapons met the Creeper sword turned halfway back into its original form and grabbed a hold of the Rapier. As the Sword Creeper did so, the Shield Creeper followed its partners lead and grabbed the weapons as well. Naminé/Artemis kept her grip on her weapons and pulled as hard as possible to get the weapon away from the Clone. She flapped her wings with such force that she started to lift the summoned being from the ground. Her right leg came up as she arched her back to give it room between the two opponents and kicked the Clone square in the gut in hopes to remove the weapon from him incase her refused to let go.

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Stats:

All 4 Dusks have been defeated and have a Cooldown: One post

in use:
Mind Manipulating: Draws in book to change her appearance into another female from Sora's memories. (Messes with people’s heads.)
[Cooldown: One post]

Creeper Nobodies: Up to 3 Creepers come to my aid per battle.
Attack: Hitting enemies by turning themselves into weapons.
Defense: taking the hit for Namine so no bodily damage is inflicted on her. (Creepers will die the moment after they are hit.)
[Duration: until enemy eliminates all 3 Creepers. Cooldown: Two posts after all have been defeated.]

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

It was difficult not to feel the electricity running through your veins as the crowd burst into life. It seems that they did indeed simply come for the entertainment that the Tournament offered over judging characters on how they acted or treated fellow contestants. Obviously there were strict rules such as not killing your opposition or tearing their arms off to give yourself an advantage, but all the contestants would have been briefed on these rules before they even set foot inside the arena. Phil wanted to keep his Coliseum as a place of entertainment and excitement, much like the Blitzball Arena on Spira, the Olympus Coliseum was a location for the civilians of this and other worlds, to come and relax, spend all their Munny and generally forget about all the chaos and misery that was happening else where in other worlds. Genesis knew this and it was half the reason he wanted to compete. He wanted to help people forget about the Darkness, the Heartless and the Wars yet at the same time, he couldn't pass on an opportunity to get stronger.

The four white, summoned monsters that had come to aid the young woman in the white dress were slain. Two by Genesis himself and the other two met their end at the hands of his Clone. Holding his ground for a second, allowing the Flashes of his degraded image to find their targets, the Crimson Warrior raised an eyebrow in surprise when he caught sight of what emerged from the smoke and dust that the two final Flashes had caused when crashing into the ground where Naminé stood. There was two impact sounds, one of flame hitting a stone floor and the second was flame punching against cloth and flesh. However, as the dust settled, Naminé had vanished and 'Artemis' had showed up in her place. While she summoned three new creatures to her side, turning them into weapons, the Scarlet SOLDIER momentarily become awfully bewildered.
~What's 'Artemis' doing here?? Where did the other girl go..?~
Genesis would ask himself within his mind, before noticing two key factors about the event before him. Firstly, this 'Artemis' didn't have a presence, much the same as Naminé did and secondly, the real 'Artemis' herself he could sense in another part of the arena, most likely competing in her second match if she won the first.

Genesis smirked as he readied his Rapier, holding the blade up before himself parallel to the ground with one hand, twisting his body side on so his opponent had less to aim at. The Clone was taking a few short steps forwards, seemingly acting on it's own will as it's glowing blue eyes remained locked onto the new figure before it. Genesis's brow tightened when the girl wearing 'Artemis' image dashed towards him, the summoned lance heading for his Clone. Did Naminé now share the strength and abilities of Selena? For a moment he thought she might have, but if that were true, why did she summon a sword and shield over wielding her unique Keyblade instead? The LOVELESS SOLDIER lifted his crimson Rapier over his head. It appeared his sword had greater reach then Naminé's and he'd simply swat her out the air when she drew near. His plan was foiled however as he swung the infamous weapon through thin air, hitting nothing but thin air. His eyes snapped back onto the female figure and watched as she'd suddenly changed direction. A good job he were looking up too, for he was only just able to shift his body out the way of being impaled with a last moment side step off to his right, the Lance still managing to catch his long crimson coat that had lifted up from the sudden movement. The tearing of fabric entered his ears and Genesis peered down to see a nice new hole within his coat.

Gritting his teeth together, his smirk changed to a scowl, Genesis jumped away from the Lance as he begun to flail at him manically. Lifting his Rapier, the swordsman started to show off his swordsmanship, parrying and deflect away slashes and strikes that the Lance made.
"I will not be beaten by some cheap trick!!"
Genesis growled as he took a step forth, holding the Rapier down the length of his body at arms reach, pushing forth as hard as he could to attempt to shove the Lance away and off balance. Spinning on the spot, both his hands gripping onto the Rapier's hilt, Genesis swung the long weapon down with a mighty blow, letting out a 'Raahhh!!' as he tried to smash the Rapier into the Lance, hoping to shatter it into pieces. The Clone on the other hand, was left with a bigger problem. It swung it's Rapier at the Lance before it too missed and was confronted by Naminé herself. It attempted to jump backwards but quickly found itself stuck fast when 'Artemis' weapon crashed into the Rapier, sending a few sparks before it half materialized back into a Nobody. No matter how hard the Clone tugged on it's Rapier, it wouldn't budge.

Much to Naminé's speculation, the Clone refused to let go and found itself being lifted off the ground as the fake-'Artemis' begun to flap her wings. He kick found it's way through the Clone's guard and struck a clean blow into it's gut. That was enough to force the Clone to release it's grip upon the Rapier, flying back till it crashed into the arena floor a short fall away. The Clone rolled backwards from the impact and pushed itself back up onto it's feet, eyes peering up at the Rapier thief with furious intent. All of a sudden however, the real Genesis appeared behind Naminé's, his own Angel's Wing summoned as he flapped it to remain hovering in the air a few feet above his female opponent. Rapier in hand, he swung the bladed weapon down across her back, attempting to either cause physical damage or to remove her wings completely... both, if his aim was true.

::Clone has 80% health remaining::


-=Cooldowns=-

Genesis Clone (Level 2) - 3 Posts till automatic dispel unless defeated first.
Clone's Flash - 1 Post. (Increased from Genesis' 1 Post)
Angel's Wing - Passive when summoned.

[Naminé]

Naminé, still disguised as Artemis, felt her foot make contacted with the Genesis Clone’s gut. She ended up pushing herself backwards a little from the force of the kick and stambled a bit in her flying. The young witch wasn’t use to the angel’s wings. She struggled slightly as she attempted to regain her flight pattern. Once she had things back in her control she raised her hand that she had her Nobody Sword in and saw that the Creeper had successfully taken the Rapier from the clone. The Nobody turned back into its original form and dropped the weapon into Naminé/Artemis’s hand. She griped the sword and turned her attention to the Clone. It stared back at her with cold curl eyes. There was such hatred behind his expression. “How unfair it is that a clone like you can express hatred.” The memory witch stated. “What make you different from me that you are allowed to feel? Or, is it that you are just reacting from his feelings.” She gestured her head toward the real Genesis. The Creeper that once was a sword turned itself into a lance and the Nobody that was on the witch’s arm as a shield turned into a sword and placed itself in the young girl’s other hand.

"I will not be beaten by some cheap trick!!" Naminé/Artemis heard the real Genesis yell. She side looked to see the real man in crimson while still keeping the fake one in her peripheral vision and at bay with the Nobody sword. She watched as the red swordsmen took out her creeper with a might blow of his weapon. It was clear that the original’s sword was much stronger than the one that she had now come to possess. Her biggest fear was that if the Clone was destroyed then his weapon would go with him.

Before the fake Artemis knew it her real opponent had his one wing back and was flying at her. Genesis was faster then she had thought. He was hovering inches above her in the matter of seconds. She could just see his Rapier coming at her. She took her right arm with the stolen weapon and placed it behind her back to stop is slash. The two blades met with a fiercely powerful clash. The force caused a vibration to go throughout the witch’s body. She had missed judge her opponent’s physical strength. Her ribs had been injured by the clone’s flash attack earlier and the new forceful attack by the original had caused her ribs hurt even more. Her arm weakened and her stolen weapon ended up being pushed into her shoulder. “GAAAAAA!!” She yelled out as she was forced to the grown. The new lance Creeper heard the cry of its master and lunched into action. The lance shot for the real Genesis’ face. Unfortunately the Creeper missed and ended up lunching itself over the swordsmen’s shoulder.

Naminé/Artemis used the Creeper’s distraction to lift the stolen Rapier out of her shoulder. Luckily the weapon wasn’t that deep. She spun herself around using the handle of her stolen sword as pivot point, much like dancer spinning around her partner’s hand. Once fully around she used the Rapier to hold up Genesis’ identical blade, with her left hand and Nobody sword she slashed at his legs. She managed to unhook her Rapier from his and at that moment the lance that missed its mark from last time came at the real Genesis back at a break necking speed. The Nobody sword acted on its own and released itself from the disguised witch’s grip and went after Clone. Naminé/Artemis used her real opponent as a lunching board and lunched herself off him higher into the sky. There, she smiled at him and waited from him to come after her.

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Stats:
One Creeper had been defeated.
Two Creepers are left

in use:
Mind Manipulating: Draws in book to change her appearance into another female from Sora's memories. (Messes with people’s heads.)
[Cooldown: One post]

Creeper Nobodies: Up to 3 Creepers come to my aid per battle.
Attack: Hitting enemies by turning themselves into weapons.
Defense: taking the hit for Namine so no bodily damage is inflicted on her. (Creepers will die the moment after they are hit.)
[Duration: until enemy eliminates all 3 Creepers. Cooldown: Two posts after all have been defeated.]

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

He didn't feel so bad about having to fight this young woman anymore. Sure, she still appeared to be a simple child on the outside, but obviously appearances can be deceiving and whoever this Nobody was had great potential to become a powerful warrior. It was still awfully strange just WHY this young woman wanted to compete in this Tournament. She looked least like to be a person whom enjoyed to fight, whom needed to fight or just wanted to grow stronger. But, Genesis didn't know anything about this young lady. She might have goals and ambitions of her own and well, 'never judge a book from it's cover' as they say. This was the icing on the cake however. The Crimson SOLDIER would never have realized it. If the two of them had an encounter outside of the arena where there were no rules of combat, the SOLDIER 1st Class could have found himself in a much worse situation. Were all Nobodies like this? He'd have to do some research into what a Nobody was and study them, learn from them.

"The Clone has it's own feelings and emotions, judgement and intelligence but lacks it's own desires and goals. It's ambitions are the same as mine and it is loyal to me and me alone. I can control it's actions with a simple thought or give it a command and allow it to act on it's own. No matter what you might do to it; brainwashing, manipulation, it won't follow anyone's command other then my own. That being said, it won't attack unless I say so. A 'gift' from the 'honourable' Doctor Hollander."
Genesis explained after he landed back upon the floor of the arena, his attack upon the white dressed girl-now clone of 'Artemis' half successful in dealing damage. The woman kept her own wings but the awkward position in which she held the Clone's Rapier was not the smartest one to take. The Scarlet SOLDIER eyed the wound upon Naminé's back after the damage was dealt and he smiled subtly, knowing it were only a scratch, not as bad as it looked. With his Rapier still in hand, he grinned as he admired the young woman's determination to continuing fighting. As she span upon the spot, her attire flowing with her as she turned, Genesis twisted his down body about in the opposite direction that Naminé did, the pair of them sharing a moment to dance together in the midst of combat. The stolen Rapier was swung at him, but a metallic clash echoed about the arena as Rapier met Rapier, a few sparks flying from the impact. Genesis' eyes were open however and as he finished his own spin, the bright blue eyes within his skull noticed the Creeper Sword coming in for a strike of it's own.

Swiftly, Genesis swapped hands that held the Rapier and flexed his knees, lowering his body down so that he could quickly thrust out his empty hand towards the Creeper Sword, catching the blade within his palm that cut effortlessly through his glove and into his flesh. The SOLDIER winced at the pain that shot up his fingers, through his palm and down his forearm but his grip was hard enough on his opponents weapon not to let her get free, but gentle enough not to slice off his own fingers. The torn Crimson glove gained a new shade of red as blood began to drip from his palm, onto the Creeper Sword and finally falling down to the arena floor, yet his mako-infused eyes stared into Naminé's now that they were standing so much closer together. When the dual Crimson Rapiers released themselves from the deadlock, so did Genesis release his grip upon the Creeper Sword. A flash of crimson appeared behind Genesis however, as the Clone acted upon the imminent danger threatening it's master. A sickened 'thud' echoed through the real Genesis' and possibly Naminé's ears too as the Clone dove before the path of the Creeper Lance, taking the hit though it's stomach that was aimed for Genesis' back. As the summoned Creeper Sword moved away from it's summoner and went in for the kill, Genesis' eyes followed it carefully and slashed his Rapier up vertically from the ground, attempted to knock the monster weapon away from his now badly wounded Clone.

Glancing over his shoulder, he felt the Memory Witch kick herself off him, more as a means to gain the advantage of height over dealing him damage. Grinning, the quoter of LOVELESS briskly flicked his gloved fingers through his hand, a few specs of his blood blurring into his auburn hair as he did so.
"There is no hate, only joy,
For you are beloved by the goddess..."
Genesis spoke, mostly to himself. He whirled his body around and stepped about his Clone till he stood before it. Reaching out a hand, he took hold of the handle of the Creeper Lance and after lifting up a foot, kicked the Clone in the stomach beside the Lance's wound to free the monster weapon from his near-identical ally. The Clone collapsed to the ground and stopped moving but Genesis turned his head skywards and smirked somewhat viciously.
"Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds,
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul,
Pride is lost,
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh!!"
Then with an almighty throw, digging deep into his SOLDIER strength, the LOVESLESS fanatic launched the Lance up into the air towards it's master, attempting to force it to commit an act of betrayal by striking the one who summoned it.

::Clone has 0% health remaining and has been slain by Genesis::


-=Cooldowns=-

Genesis Clone (Level 2) - 6 Posts.
Angel's Wing - Passive when summoned.

[Naminé]

{OOC: Thank you very much for doing battle with me :3 Goodluck and I hope we can meet again in another thread soon <3 *Bows*}

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Naminé/Artemis looked down on to the arena. The crowd seemed to love the battle. Cheers for the opponent flooded the skies and it may have been her ears playing tricks on her but she could have sworn that her name was also being chanted among the people. However she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her body was in so much pain and she was beginning to feel woozy from all the blood loss. Win or lose the young Nobody was, for the lack of a better word, proud of herself. She finally seemed to be getting the respect as a fighter from her opponent. He seemed quite interested in her now. She was tired of people seeing her as a weakling that couldn't do anything for herself. She didn’t want to be treated like a helpless caged bird. She wanted to be her own master and the controller of her own destiny. She wasn’t going to be anyone else’s puppet that they could manipulate. For now own she was the manipulator. After all, she was the Nobody Naminé; she was the Witch of Memories.

Naminé/Artemis winced as her wings flapped in the air, cutting through the invisible mass like a blade. Her shoulder was stinging and drops of blood started to roll off her feathers down on to the arena floor. Her eyes fell upon the Clone. It seemed that her Nobodies hit their mark for the Clone now stood with a lance in its belly. The real Genesis had stopped the sword from finishing the Clone off only to kill the fake Genesis his self. “And they say I am the Heartless one.” The memory witch thought to herself baffled as to why the master would take out his own ally. Not even she could bring herself to do that.

The young girl could see a slight smile on the crimson man’s face as he side looked her. The face of the fake Artemis blinked in confusion. Suddenly the lance that had struck the Clone was hurtling towards her. A look of surprise had befallen her features. The sword Nobody, who was stopped from killing the Clone, leaped into action as it too used Genesis’ head as a lunching board. The Nobody was pierced by the lance in the same fashion as the fake Genesis was, protecting its master. Unfortunately its efforts were in vain. The Creeper was destroyed and the lance did not slow down. Naminé/Artemis put out her hand just as the Lance Creeper got closer and in mid air a black portal materialized with a swishing sound. The lance had gone straight into the portal and the dark doorway closed behind it. As the Corridor of Darkness vanished the fake angel’s shoulder throbbed and she began to get dizzy. Summoning the corridor was a bad idea. The darkness was too much for her in the state that she was in. She dropped the Rapier and held her head in an attempt to make the world stop spinning, but her power over Artemis’ form began to weaken. She clumsily lowered herself to the ground.

Once the young girl was back on the arena her disguise disappeared and she once again had her original appearance back. Dirt and burses covered Naminé’s face. Her once white dress was now stained with blood, and she held her wounded shoulder. Her legs were having trouble supporting her weight so she fell to her knees at the side of the fake Genesis’ body. She wasn’t about to give up yet. She had one more trick up her sleeve. She managed to summon her sketchbook but didn’t have the energy to grip the pencil. The witch didn’t even look up because she knew that any moment Genesis was most likely going to attack. She started to draw in her book with her own blood since that was available to get at that moment. She knew that because of her weak state her powers weren’t going to be at their peak but she had to try. She draw a white flower as quick as she could with only second to spare. At the moment she was finished her bright blue eyes slowly arose from the gaze on her book and turned their attention to Genesis. “Look down kind sir.” She whispered as she had done at the beginning of the battle, with the calm, sweet voice. At that moment a white flower appeared around the crimson opponent and imprisoned him. The white petals enclosed the man in darkness. “Genesis, your memories are mine.” Naminé said softly with an unchanging expression. [glow=red,2,300]“Instant Amnesia.”[/glow]

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Stats:All Creepers had been defeated.


in use:

Corridors of Darkness:Naminé can summon a Corridor to Darkness with one hand, which leads her into the darkness of the heart of a world, allowing her to travel to the darkness in the hearts of other worlds connected to it. She can use this freely to open one Corridor of Darkness at a time outside battle, but if she is drawn into combat, it takes more concentration and power to use it to move about or escape.
[Cooldown during battle: One post.]


Instant Amnesia: An enemy is encased in a white flower shaped prison that causes them to forget a topic of my choosing. However, she will wait until a specific memory or thought has been created in order to eliminate it. So she will wait until her next turn or post to use this power.
[ Cooldown: Once per thread.]

[Larxene]

Genesis will progress to the next round.