Stardustblade358

I've been working on that pickup line for the last week trying to figure out "how can I make this sappy" All roads lead to rome all roads lead to rome you I'm glad it worked out cute and you guys liked it lol

- Helios - /w Aura - Confessions Helios slowed down his pace as he whispered to the bird. Soon the bird flew off, carrying his message to the air. But Helios didn't resume walking, just remaining still for a few moments before speaking up. The thought had plagued him long enough, now it was a better time than ever. No Alastor, no worry of war. Just a moment. "Aura," he spoke, looking down. "I've always been a wanderer, moving from place to place, learning from experience, discovering the unknown. Humanity and your world was no different. So alike, yet so different. After what happened with Alderon, I wondered for a long time if my wonder for humanity would turn into hate, and for a while, it did." He said, sighing as he smiled a bit, his eyes glancing at the floor. "But...I was reminded again why I fell for humanity's charms in the first place. By people like Henry, and Auron...and you." Helios spoke, turning to face her fully as he held her hand in his. He held them gently and dearly, as if afraid to let go. "You remind me of everything that made me fall in love with humanity, and more. Persistent, adaptable, kind...beautiful. You don't let the laws of nature bind you. You make your own limits and soar." Helios said, his face slowly turning pink. "Aura." He spoke, and before she could answer, he quickly and gently pressed his lips against hers, landing a kiss. He kissed her for a few moments before backing away. He looked at her, smiling as his cheeks burned red, the tint reaching all the way to his ears. "I have traveled many roads, Aura. But now...I wish to only travel the one that leads to you, if you would allow me to follow." He said, holding her hand still. The child of life had fallen in love with humanity, yet it was a single human soul that had managed to steal his heart.

- Arthur & Helios - /w Aura, Alastor, Rufus - Training - Outskirts of Mystras - Helios nodded at Aura, gently taking her hand as he looked back at Alastor. "We'll be heading back now. We'll find someone." He assured, turning away as he gently walked away along with Aura, the two making their way back to the camp. "Don't worry, Aura. We won't let you loose control." Helios whispered. He tried to keep his cool, even as his mind raced with the possibilities. The process was taking so long, and as good as that was, he worried, would it only get worse once the other symptoms began to kick in? He wouldn't allow it. Nope. Nu huh. "If we don't find one, then we will have a backup." Helios said, walking with one hand holding Aura's. He opened his mouth, a sharp whistle escaping his lips as from the trees flew down a rather small bird with brilliant blue feathers, landing on his other hand, lifting it up right up to Helios' face. "Hey buddy. I need you to pass a message." Helios whispered to the avian, who simply puffed its feathers in return before nodding. Arthur listened to Rufus, his eyes glistening before turning back to Alastor. "Sir Alastor!" He yelled, sliding down of the tree before allowing himself to fall onto his feet, hurrying to the knight. "Sir Alastor!" Arthur said, quickly straightening himself up. "Requesting permission to pause the training session so I may search for this woman, sir!" Arthur asked, staring at Alastor as he could barely keep himself still. "Please?"

- Arthur & Helios - /w Aura, Alastor, Rufus - Training - Outskirts of Mystras - Helios smiled softly at Aura, only to get hit with the brick of reality by Alastor. He had completely forgotten about the...very unruly nature of such sickness. The process that was to be periled by those who weren't meant obtain it. Being unable to control the first states of the transformation could be deadly not only for them, but for everyone involved. "Surely there must be someone at the camp who can help. There are remedies for this!" Helios said, quickly stepping up to face Alastor. "If there are not any in the camp, then we'll look for one further out!" Helios insisted. This kind of thing was surely common enough for there to be a standard procedure. The cases where one wouldn't notice and let the illness be without any precautions usually led to the Werewolf being loose in a situation that could not be controlled...but he would not allow Aura to be another of those circumstances. She looked at Aura. "We'll get you someone. How about we hurry back now and begin asking around? There's bound to be someone." Helios asked, offering a gentle smile. Meanwhile Arthur watched in awe. He could cure illnesses. That was all he wanted to her. Arthur jumped, pushing himself further up the branches as he stared at Rufus. "You're currently claimed, who do I have to talk to for you to grant me a wish?! There's someone that requires a cure, as quickly as possible!" He said, looking at Rufus with gleaming eyes. "Please, Rufus! Is she around? Would she be willing to speak?!"

I'm fine either way as well. Also I apologize for not posting. I will soon today, and add some more embarrassed Helios and awed Arthur.

- Arthur & Helios - /w Aura, Alastor, Rufus - Training - Outskirts of Mystras - Helios looked up at Aura, now feeling like a prick. Did he made her feel bad? She quickly waved his hands. "U-Um!" Helios said. "You're still pretty human! We don't even know how much further has this affected you! You still look the same. No fluffy ears or anything! Though even with them you'd still look just as cute." Helios assured, smiling until he caught up to realize with what he had said. He felt his cheeks burn, not knowing how to respond to his own words. "U-Um, I mean, even with fluffy ears and a tail, you'd still be pretty! Not that you aren't pretty now! You're very pretty, you've always been!" Helios panicked, only making it worse as he slapped his hands over his mouth before he screwed up any further. "Sorry." He muffled. Arthur gasped at Rufus, smiling at him. "Now way! Like the ones from fairy tales?! The ones that grant wishes?!" Arthur asked, now holding onto the branch as he tried to climb closer to Rufus. "So you can make a hundred pounds of chocolate appear? Or give me a puppy?" Arthur asked, pausing before asking seriously. "Can you cure magic illnesses?"

Kingdom Hearts 3 = The Universe Discovers plaids for clothing

The Warden glanced at Allan, wasting no time. "Something we want to stop before it gets out of hand." The Warden says as she pushed a couple of envelopes towards him. "For months, there has been suspicious activity of what is suspected to be gang related. A couple of people showing up at different places, talking to different people, most of them young high school students, asking them to join some kind of group, not giving any details unless they accepted. At first it was responsibility of the local police to investigate this through. However, after further inquiry, we have discovered a crucial link in between them all; every single one of the individuals encountered were of Supernatural origin. After the events with the illness, the sightings have only increased, as well as their apparent sign painted all around downtown." The Warden said, showing photos of graffiti that spelled TCO in different colors with an X around the O. The Warden leaned in. "They are aware of the M&M, and have seen to been able to avoid us. So, as a human, you should be able to tail them without any trouble." The Warden said as she opened up a file. "You will be tailing our best lead; a 16 year old demon by the name of Ryu Santos. He was approached by one of them and actually accepted their offer. Though he has been interviewed, we haven't been able to get him to say anything. So instead, we hope that if he thinks that we're off his back, he will continue on to meet with this group and lead us to someone we can actually get information out of." The Warden said, staring down at the photo of the child. "You are to follow his every move for the next 24 hours. You must not be compromised before we get what we need out of him. Am I understood?"

- Arthur & Helios - /w Aura, Alastor, Rufus - Training - Outskirts of Mystras - Helios eventually let go of Aura, humming as he glanced at her, tilting his head. "Lycanthropy is an infectious disease that originates from the Werewolf gene. Werewolves are able to look like Feys or any other regular creature, but able to transform into these giant wolf like creatures while retaining their intelligence, if they are skilled enough to not give into their instincts. Like Vamparism, it takes physical contact with the creature's saliva to your bloodstream for you to contract it. If there is a way to reverse it, it is either a myth or simply not known." Helios spoke, quickly thinking of possibilities as he scratched his cheek. "Despite the variety and diversity, there aren't many species that can just transform others into one of their owns like Vampires, Werewolves and others do. While there are some that can be transformed, it usually requires a whole other process entirely." Helios hummed, gently feeling Aura's ears a bit. They were still round, and as he rubbed her hair, he didn't feel any dog ears either. "But you aren't showing any signs of Lycanthropy, though. You would have definitely transformed the moment it entered your bloodstream, or hours later. It's been way too long." Arthur said. He then knelt down, gently pressing his ear against Aura's chest until he could hear her heartbeat. "Your heart still beats too, and you ate actual food. So Vampirism is out of the question as well." Helios hummed, stepping back as he crossed his arms. "Whatever bit you might've done the same thing to what happened to Henry and the others, in a less drastic way. A mix of genes to enhance your abilities and senses to that of the original aggressor. Humanity hasn't encountered many of the beasts that this world has...how anything from a bite to blood transfusions react to the human body, the possibilities are endless." Helios concluded, gently rubbing his head. "It was known what Fey blood could do to humans because of Alderon's experiments...guess we're still learning just how adaptable humans are compared to this world."

- Arthur & Helios - /w Aura, Alastor, Rufus - Training - Outskirts of Mystras - Arthur paused as he noticed the person that had appeared, talking to Helios as Alastor talked to Aura. He hurried over to take a closer look, just in time to see Rufus' hand go right through Helios', catching both boys off guard. "Whoa!" Arthur gasped, dismissing his lightning as his mind wandered to the current situation. "You're a ghost?!" Arthur asked. Helios blinked a few times, looking down at his hand and then back at Rufus. "Not a ghost." Helios hummed, closing his hand. "Ghosts don't just show up like that." Helios said, glancing up at Rufus and tilting his head. However his attention was taken by Aura's description of the smells, something a human shouldn't be able to do. Helios was quick to jump down from his branch, landing swiftly next to Aura before he turned to her. She still smelled like Aura, the same sweet scent as from the time they had met. But it was obvious by now that something was off. "If you were attacked by a creature carrying a type of lycanthropy, you could've been infected. It's odd that you didn't transform. Maybe it's partial?" Helios spoke, his tone turning worried as he then reached out to Aura. He pinched her cheeks, pulling at them a bit as he tried to look at her teeth. "Have you grown any new canines yet? Or grown fur in unusual places? Aura, this would be the first reported Lycanthropy case affecting a human!" Helios said, by this point smiling as his mind began to fill itself with all kinds of questions. Arthur crawled up to the tree, still interested in Rufus. "If you just got here, then...does this mean that you were on the other side, with Kilkis Seres?" Arthur asked, curious at the new magical soldier. "But if you're not a ghost, then what are you?" Arthur asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Are you a forest spirit?!"

I couldn't help myself, darn it

Royal wedding! ROYAL WEDDING! Also a possible ship name for Helios x Aura is Hera, which happens to be the goddess of family and marriage.

Helios is the type of person that is smooth as hell, but once he realizes his feelings towards someone, he will be awkward and nervous and try a tad bit too hard until he can get comfortable again. Arthur is the type of person that is happy and cheerful but once he realizes his feelings he's a lovestruck puppy.

- Arthur & Helios - /w Aura, Alastor, Rufus - Training - Outskirts of Mystras - "Well," Arthur said, feeling his body feeling better as the bruises faded away. "I'm curious...I know that Fey live longer than humans...I kind of want to calculate how much time I need to spend training before being able to do stuff like you." Arthur said. However, when Alastor told him his age, Arthur almost dropped his sword, surprised at the answer. He caught it by the hilt, opening his eyes wide at Alastor. "Almost 6000 years?!" Arthur gaped. "Holy crap, that's incredible!" Arthur said, a gleam in his eyes as he looked up at Alastor in complete awe. 5940 years worth of life. Of experience and knowledge...and training. Arthur gulped, taking a deep breath. He only had...well, he would be lucky if he even reached 100. There was no way he would be able to catch up to Alastor, nor everything that he is capable of. Nope. Not even close. But...he could learn as much as he could from him, and develop his own way. He lowered his head, focusing back on the transfer of energy back and forth across his body. He hummed, opening his eyes as he glanced down at his hand, feeling the energy swirl. Helios perked his head up at Aura's explanation. He turned to look at her. "Aura." Helios hummed, staring at her. "You...did that thing bit you?" For every other thought, it was almost an obvious answer, at least for a Fey. Infection. Arthur pulled on his sleeve to reveal his arm, staring down at his veins. He gently pressed his fingers against his skin, moving his fingers down as he watched the small glow pulse beneath, following his movements. He lifted his hand, his narrowing. He could...see it? He snapped his fingers, sparks flying from them. He snapped them a few more times, before pausing for a moment, this time moving his fingers across the air, watching the electricity follow them. "(I have only one lifetime to learn to control you. I need to make it count.)" He thought. He looked down at his hand, focusing its energy on it. "(You'll die by my hand, Midnea.)" Arthur thought, growling as he snapped his fingers. At the sound, electricity surrounded his arm, from the tip of his fingers all the way down to over his elbows. A thick cloak of lightning, like a gauntlet, the ends of the fingers sharpening up, jagged and wild, yet controlled. "...cool." Arthur whispered.

NOT THAT NORTH Helios would never pff

Helios is rather curious about the north... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

When Allan pecked him on the lips, Michael felt like he could be floating. If he had a working heart, it would be speeding. However all of that slammed to a halt after he was slapped across the face by him. Michael listened, frowning as he glanced at Allan's bandages. His stomach sunk, almost shirnking at Allan's understandable anger. "...you're right." Michael whispered. "I'm...sorry." Michael said, looking at Allan as he backed away, taking his seat on the chair again. The staff looked at each other with wide eyes as they glanced from Allan to Michael and then at the Warden. The Warden cleared her throat. "Right, let us get going then. You'll give a formal statement and be left to rest until you're better enough to return to the field." The Warden said, leading Allan out as they stepped out of the room. Michael stared down. Allan was right. Actions have consequences. Maybe he had been a vampire for too long to forget the importance of it. Being part of the M&M meant that everyone was strong. That the limits were almost non-existent as long as it meant to get the job done. Where partners were partnered up to balance each other out and keep each other in check. Human thought and opinion wasn't exactly put into thought when considering the restrictions, despite its name. The M&M's job was to be a force between the existence of humanity and monsters. To keep monsters from being a danger to the world, and humans from ever finding out. Allan...was the first human in a long time, and one who had begun to open the eyes for him about the operations of the M&M. "(I'm so sorry...Allan...)" Michael thought, gritting his teeth. He had much to learn. "Ready to sleep? We will be monitoring you. We just need to make sure that it doesn't surge back up." One of the scientists asked. Michael nodded. "...yeah." ... "Well, that was a waste." "Honestly." "It's fine. This has given us a nice opening for us. The M&M will be busy fixing their members. We shall take this chance to plant our cards." "Think we can actually do it?" "Of course. The city shall fall to monsters." ... Rumors spread fast in this department. One in particular, had members divided. Many spoke of the relationship between Allan and Michael, the unusual pair and partners of the M&M. One version of the rumor spoke how the two were in an apparent romantic relationship. Another version, however, also spoke of the human's temper and control over the vampire. Some simply waved it off as rumors and went on with their day, while others began to form darker thoughts over the situation, the prejudice against humans beginning to stir within some members. "What does he think he is?" "So anyone paired up with the human now has to play the bodyguard card?" "Just because he's human he thinks he can do whatever he wants?" They were only rumors, of course, but every rumor always had its side effects. Maybe Allan noticed a few odd looks from other members. Maybe even a few actions...like tripping him while walking down a hallway. Little, but annoying, things. Whatever he was doing currently would have been paused due to an incoming message. To: Allan Allan, come by my office when you can. We have a case for you. - Warden

Sailing into the Yugo x Amalia ship EVERYONE GET IN

- Arthur & Helios - /w Aura, Alastor, Rufus - Training - Outskirts of Mystras - Helios paused, sensing someone more among them. He glanced around, before looking up to notice Rufus. "Whoa!" Helios sat up, staring at him. "How long have you been there?" Helios asked, tilting his head. "Who are you? Attracted by the fighting? I would be too." Helios admitted as he glanced down at Aura, smiling, then back at Rufus. "I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Helios." Helios said, deciding to introduce himself to the stranger floating above him. Arthur felt the charge from Alastor recharge him right up, feeling the energy return to him as he glanced up at the knight. He listened at his instructions, and quickly took it to heart to memorize them as he did. He glanced at the wound, or where it should have been, except it had healed right up. Arthur gasped, looking up at Alastor as he gulped. How Aura had landed that hit, if it were on him he would be spending a month waiting for something like that to heal, and yet Alastor was able to heal it in minutes. He gripped his weapons tighter, nodding at Alastor. "I wish to learn as much as I can of these abilities I have. I'd be honored to have your guidance and training, sir Alastor. Thank you very much!" Arthur said, bowing his head once more towards him. In war or in peace, he had to respect those above him...and those who deserve it. Find a way to control his power, in order for it to spread across his body evenly and enhance his abilities...better said than done. "(Meditation on the fly...right.)" Arthur thought, strapping away his shield as he kept his sword. "Understood." He said, humming as he closed his eyes. He'd never tried meditation before. He always thought that it was just sitting down in silence to try and find something within oneself. Now he had to try and control this power on the inside. He kept still, keeping his eyes closed as he proceeded to concentrate. He thought of how he felt when shooting the lightning out, and figured he just had to focus on the opposite. "(Constrain it.)" He thought, feeling as the energy swirled in his chest. "(Not too much. Like a hose on reigns. I tell you where to go.)" He took a deep breath before sighing. He extended his arm. He focused, picturing the energy flowing to it. Slowly, but surely, the energy swirling in his chest slowly moved up his arm, the warm feeling going through his veins. He felt any remaining pain slowly fade, the color of his bruises fading away. He proceeded to do the same with his other arm, then to his leg, then to his chest and from limb to limb, slowly getting the hang of it. "Sir Alastor, if I may ask." Arthur began, finding the silence rather unsettling for him, never once stopping as he tried to pick up the pace. "How old are you?"

Wakfu season 3 is out with the english dub and it is GREAT

It's fine. Life comes first and foremost. We thank you very much for creating and moving this RP's plot so flawlessly. I think a time-skip should be fine, have the characters solve personal stuff behind the scenes and move along and drop right into the next plot point. I'm fine with either, however.

The Warden glared at Allan, but remained quiet as she allowed him to speak his mind. Once he was done and stepped out of the room, the Warden slammed a fist into the nearest wall, creating a large hole that penetrated into the earth beyond it. "You have to fix that now, you know." Ryder hummed. "I'll send the clean up crew." The Warden hissed. Ryder hummed, walking back to his desk. "You have to admit, he's one of the bravest humans we've ever had." Ryder said. The Warden glanced up, glaring at Ryder. "That child has no idea what our members go through. He speaks tough for someone who's dealt with minimal cases-!" "Not minimal for a human." Ryder reminded her, shaking his head. "Whatever." The Warden huffed. "We needed a human for this case, he was there, he did his job. He needs to step up to his plate and suck it up." The Warden said, turning away as she stepped out of the office. She met up with Allan, quickly taking him to the elevator. While on the elevator, she pressed a button, which opened up a small panel with a scanner. She leaned in, opening her eye as the scanner scanned her eye. "Identification Verified: Welcome back, Warden." The robotic voice spoke, a new panel opening up next to the row of buttons to show a hidden section of buttons. The Warden pressed one of them and the elevator took them down. "We have managed to create duplicates of the cure. However, we have to make sure that they are 100% effective, and thus everyone is going to be held in quarantine until we can be sure that they won't be turning back." The Warden explained. The doors opened as they stepped into one of the secret levels of the base. Staff members saluted as the Warden passed by, leading Allan along. This place seemed to be a research facility, much bigger and for more serious cases than what Ryder took upstairs. Above their heads were water tubes where aquatic workers swam from one place to another. They walked past rooms, some with windows that let view of the inside to see members decked with protection as they worked on different stuff. The Warden led Allan to a guarded room, walking inside as Michael sat on a chair with different staff members checking for different facts on him. He had been bathed and cleaned up, now wearing a white t-shirt, white shorts, and no shoes. "Chemical levels low. Brian activity normal." One of them said, noting it down on an electric pad. Michael glanced up, his eyes gleaming once he saw Allan. "Allan!" He said, hurrying over to hug him.

Helios held onto the tree branch as he whined loudly, watching as the training stepped up a notch when Alastor and Arthur began to show off their tricks. Arthur's eyes narrowed as he watched Alastor absorbed the latest attack, only to use the energy of it right against him. He gasped, snapping his head to look around for him, only to hear the crackle of energy from behind him. Arthur quickly spun his body, pulling his blade up in defense position as the attack hit him straight on. Arthur grunted, standing his ground for the first second of the attack, only to be launched across the air due to the impact. Arthur didn't even had a chance to scream, his body slamming right through nearby trees. Two of them to be exact, knocking a third one down as his body made an imprint against the wood. The wind destroyed the trees into pieces, leaving jagged indents on the ground as parts of other trees were cut off clean. This would have killed any untrained human on impact, their bones breaking against the impact, their necks snapping if they were lucky enough. Helios sat up on the branch, staring up before looking back at Alastor, then back at Arthur, then back at Alastor. "What the hell was that?!" Helios asked, glancing back at Arthur's direction. "I thought that kid was human...he smells human..." Helios muttered, his eyes then glancing at Alastor. "(What are you?)" As the dust settled, Arthur coughed, feeling ache across his body as leaves and pieces of wood stuck in his hair. Usually he would've allowed himself drop right then and there. Except- "Although you'll need to improve even more if you wish to go against such a being as Midnea." Arthur snapped his eyes open, his pupils still jagged as he felt his energy returning to him all out of pure anger towards the Fey. Because if that's what it took to make sure that he could get the satisfaction of landing a hit on her then his health be dammed. He forced himself to stand, feeling bruises forming underneath his armor. He pushed himself onto his feet, looking around for his sword. He found it sticking out among the fallen and broken trees. He walked over, picking the sword up as he continued to head back to the clearing. Arthur swung his sword, a sudden charge going right across from it as it burnt off the dirt that covered it, the shine of the blade showing once more. Arthur panted, catching his breath as he walked back to Alastor, standing a few feet away from him. He quickly straightened his back before bowing. "Thank you for helping me unlock my potential, but I lack the training to fully control this to my full potential. I don't know how many years it took for you compared to a mortal life, but..." Arthur looked up again. "Please, teach me further, Sir Alastor. I don't care if I break every bone. Please help me learn how to fight like you do and beat Midnea." Arthur said, quickly getting back into stance as he pulled his shield from his back. He strapped it on, holding it close as sparks gently danced on its surface. ---

Arthur felt the wave of pain spread across his head at the headbutt, the charge of electricity stinging his body inside out. He lost grip on his sword as Alastor threw it aside, screaming at him to focus. Arthur groaned, a headache rising as he focused on the words regardless. Focus. Control. Arthur stumbled from Alastor's grip, instinctively rushing to his sword, driven by instinct. He reached for it, about to pick it up before wavering, his hand frozen for a moment just above it. He stared at his reflection, for the first time catching sight of himself in a long time. The scars covered his face, jagged and deep, his blue eyes gleaming with a glow he hadn't seen since a time long ago. Was he older since the last time he saw himself? He couldn't tell. Maybe it was the dark circles under his eyes, or the shape of his body, formed by the preparation of war. He blinked, the runes on the sword slowly forming before him through his eyes. His mind seemed to click, the runes suddenly making sense when they never did before, the words forming to the tune of a song from long ago. I am the rain transformed. I am more than light, and speed. I am deafening, but silent. Arthur licked his lips, closing his eyes as he gripped the handle of his sword. I am quicker than most. I am louder than most. I am brightest, when I arrive. Arthur stood, this time using his own strength rather than rely on the sword as before. I move from ground to sky, from sky to ground, and even between the clouds. He turned to face Alastor, staring at him as he dared him to attack. Focus. Control. Arthur lifted his sword, catching a glance of himself in the reflection of the blade once more. He felt his grip shake, taking a deep breath before closing his eyes again. A knight was more than a sword and shield to his people. A knight must master all manners of balance both at home, and in the battlefield. A true knight knows the difference between stubbornness, and arrogance. Of play, and war. He was more than what he was left with. He was more than the little knight that dreamed to serve under the king one day. He couldn't fear any longer. With a stronger grip, his sword stopped its shaking as Arthur lifted it into the air like he did once before. Focus. Control. He would release the beast...and he would tame it. Or die trying. I am jagged, and beautiful. I am love, and death. I am the lightning Now, and forevermore Focus. The energy contained from Arthur's body was suddenly released, whatever lock that held it back broken as the ground around him burnt black. Electricity escaped his body, dancing wildly with no owner nor duty, slowly edging farther and farther. For a moment, it seemed that Arthur had let go of the beast, and simply let it go wild and do as it pleased. Control. Just as suddenly as they came, the lightning stopped its dance retreating back into Arthur. They swirled right back, dancing over his skin as he moved his sword. Sweat fell from Arthur's brow as he took a deep breath, never once breaking his concentration. "(Will you do as I ask?)" Arthur didn't expect an answer, but he received it nonetheless. He gritted his teeth taking a deep breath as he wiped the sweat from hs brow. He shifted in his stance, pulling his sword back. He finally opened his eyes, his pupils crooked and jagged. He suddenly charged at Alastor. However he didn't go directly for a hit. He spun as he did, bringing his sword with him as the sparks glowed brighter. He swung his sword, slashing downwards as the sparks flew off right from it. Like an echo from it, the sparks flew across the air from the sword in the shape of the movement, aiming directly at Alastor. Arthur followed it by getting in position once more, both hands on the grip of his blade as he pointed it at Alastor. From the tip, a single round of lightning surged, focused into a single beam as it shot straight at Alastor. Unlike previous times, there was no clap of thunder to follow. Just the silent hiss of the heat radiating from it.

Arthur was personally pleased that he managed to catch Alastor off guard. There was a first time for everything, and if anything, it meant that he was getting better. At least, that's what he hoped. Be didn't hesitate, quickly jumping onto his feet as Alastor charged at him again. He blocked the first attack, taken back by the sudden speed and power as he dug his heels against the dirt. He barely got time to analyze, slash after slash landing against his sword, the next one more powerful than the last. He could see the spark in his eyes, the electric charge beginning to fill the air bit by bit, little by little. Alastor pulled his swords and staggered them both before he landed a kick right on Arthur's chest, knocking the breath right out of the knight. Arthur was sent flying back as his back hit the floor hard, ache quickly spreading across his chest as he groaned. That hurt, real bad. "(Should've blocked that one...!)" Arthur thought, groaning as he forced himself to sit up, using his sword to help himself stand onto his feet. He held his chest for a moment, pushing himself up as he prepared his next attack. "(Got to land another one.)" He thought, holding his sword tight as his narrowed his eyes, glancing at the electricity filled knife that was sent at Aura. With the adrenaline pumping, he dashed at Alastor again. This time he felt his body's energy surge, sparks flying as he saw the lightning dancing at the tip of his blade. He didn't even question it, instead allowing it flow as he felt his mind waver again, similar to when he fought against the girl in the battlefield before. Just as he lifted his sword to bring the blade down to Alastor, he vanished. More of, moved, dashing to Alastor's side at the very last second, in a speed so fast he only left a trail of burnt grass in his wake. It showed a full quarter of a circle as he reappeared right next to Alastor, bringing his sword down as his eyes gleamed with raw, untrained energy, ready to burst.