*Tamrissa whips around to look at the Council, the irises of her eyes still flashing between the pure white electricity and the olive-green blaze. She winces as they strike at Sabre, feeling a small part of the pain through the amulet. Her hand goes to her forehead and she leans over slightly.*

Sabre?! she looks up to find Jihon tearing the Council apart.

*She looks at Sabre lying in a pile of rubble and hurries to him. As Jihon lifts him up, she presses a hand to the side of his face, feeling the coolness of his skin.*

“You’re going to need to feed soon, sir,” she raises her brows in concern and smiles faintly.

*As they pull Sabre from the ground, a member of the crowd jumps from the stands and lands in a crouch behind them.*

“You need to separate those pieces that your friend has made of the Council,” a woman’s voice speaks knowingly from beneath a tawny hood and a veil of cloth that she has pulled across her nose and mouth. “Put them into voids or lock them in magicked boxes, it doesn’t matter, but do it quickly or they will return.”

*Tamma turns slowly, pulling back from Sabre, allowing someone else to take over in helping him. She draws her sword as the woman approaches.*

“Who are you? And why the hell do you care?” she holds the sword up, power rushing back into her form.

*The woman drops the veil and pulls back the hood, revealing the perfect, shining black of her hair and a breath-taking face. Her hair is long, falling and disappearing beneath the folds of the robe that she wears over her actual clothing. Her dark brows are drawn up in thin lines on her tan forehead, expressing her dislike of having a sword pointed at her. She has golden eyes veined with emerald with long lashes the color of coal rimming them and black slit pupils like a cat’s. High cheekbones make her face look delicate. Full, sultry burgundy lips are in a slight smirk tinged with an edge of anger. She flares her nostrils and sniffs lightly, looking over Tamrissa.*

“I am trying to be helpful, Tamrissa Roshan, Advisor to the Former Guardian of the Middle Umbra and Bane of the Upper Umbra’s pure bloodlines!” she flicks her wrist and the sword drops from Tamrissa’s hands. “Get over your bloody pride and save your friends from fighting another round!”

“Brigid Bliant, Daughter of Council Member Barram and the Most Famous Whore in all the Umbras, still following in your mother’s footsteps?” Tamrissa smiles sweetly and crosses her arms.

“Oh, still holding onto to your grudge, eh? Willem is dead, you know. He wouldn’t want you to dwell on the past,” the dark-haired beauty says in a mock sorrowful voice. “If I were you, I’d start dwelling on the present…now!”

*Tamrissa looks to where Brigid points. A small green arm begins to twitch as it lies in the dirt on the arena floor.*

“Damn it!” Tamma glares and begins walking towards the limb, talking over her shoulder. “We’ll continue this discussion later! And if you really want to be helpful, you’ll help me get rid of these things!”

*The parts and innards are all twitching now, some slowly dragging themselves towards each other as if by some magnetic force. One member has reformed its legs and part of its chest and has stood up.*

“Tamma, looks where you going!” Brigid yells suddenly and pulls a strange metal disc with sharp points from the baggy sleeve of her robe.

*Tamrissa turns and finds a sword coming down at her neck. She drops to the ground as a buzzing noise zips by her ear. Her attacker lets out a shrill shriek and drops the sword in mid-swing. The metal disc is lodged in his chest and making a strange clicking noise.*

“Come on!” Brigid is suddenly helping her up and dragging her away from the still screaming man.

*Suddenly the disc beeps once and then the man is flying apart in all directions. Tamma looks up to the walls of the arena, watching as the citizens of the Upper Umbra pour down onto the battleground. Some rush to the sides of the ‘traitors’, but most immediately begin to attack. They are not so much angered by the destruction of the Council as they are concerned over who will take those members places. It seems, by the ferocity of their attacks, that whoever is still standing in the end are the winners.*

“Here!” Brigid shoves Tamrissa’s sword into her hand and swivels around so her back in up against Tamma’s. “Let’s put our past aside for a bit, eh Tamma? You guard my back and I’ll guard yours!”

Tamrissa slams her sword into the stomach of a centaur-like woman and rips it across, cutting off her human torso from the rest of the equine body, “Alright, but don’t expect us to be best friends when this is over.”

“We might be dead when this is over!” Brigid lets out a slight grunt as she snaps a troll-like creature’s neck with a kick.

*The crowd continues to attack. Not all are strong, many are just minions of those citizens who were next in line for the Council seats. Many are minor demons, many regular human with immortal blood. Some are magickers and some are warriors. A few are unbelievably powerful, almost as powerful as the former Council, whose pieces have now disappeared into puffs of smoke. Tamrissa widens her eyes as she see the Council standing once again. The attacking crowd does not stop, they don’t even seem to notice that the Council is back*

"By the three Umbras, Brigid, now what?!?"

"We either stay and get massacred by the Council and these..." she sticks a nearby crowd member. "...things...or..we run!"

"The hell if I am running! They'll just follow us!"

*Gaining a slight sense of conciousness, Sabre Soldier comes to. He looks up to see Jihon, then the energy blast that sends him flying. Sabre Soldier's eyes light back up again, in his blood rage. His aggavated wounds slowly heal, as he manages to pull himself back up.*

I see. I wasn't the one who turned against you. You used me to do your dirty work into getting my friends here, so you could kill them. I had no intention on turning against you. But now, you hurt the very people I can call my friends. My only option was to undo the suffering I caused. Now prepare to meet your own undoing of not killing me, and bringing my wrath upon yourselves. Ready yourself my Brothers, it's time to feel true judgement.

*Sabre Soldier limps, holding his side, towards the now very ammused council, as the stand up, and throw themselves back together. One council member takes a swing at the unready tamrissa, but Sabre Soldier manages to push her out of the way. He looks at her, and holds out his hand. It begins to glow white. The Kurusunami can be heard, being pulled out of the ground, and black lighting sends several wraiths into ashes as it cuts through them until it reaches his hand. He holds it out to Tamrissa, and puts it in her right hand.*

Please use it well madaam. You can call it yours now.

*Sabre Soldier makes eye contact with Tamrissa for but a moment, but soon ends, when a large sword pierces through his back, and runs him through. Blood squirts from his mouth slightly, and he slowly falls limp. A small, child-like figure stands behind him, holding an elaborated broadsword that is half-way through Sabre Soldier. The small child picks him up with the sword; Sabre Soldier's lifeless body dangles. The child looks very ammused at this, and smiles evily. Sabre Soldier lifts his head slightly, and lets out a blood-curddling cry, as black lighting channels down through the sword, into the finger-tips of the boy. The Higher Council member, not being able to handle the charge, drops the sword, and Sabre Soldier falls with it to the ground. At this point, Thaimes appears infront of Tamrissa. The same glow on his face, as Sabre Soldier when he was in rage. Thaimes turns and looks at the crowd around him. He turns to see the Child Member getting up, and with unimaginable speed, kicks him sending the small boy into a pillar, and then into a wall, which gives way on top of him. Afterwards, he looks at a section of the crowd members that are charging, and throws a punch at them. A wave of white energy channels towards the crowd, turning them to ashes in a line of sight manner, as it cuts a section of them down. Afterwards, he rushes into battle with the Council, managing to fend off against 4 of them at once and still holding a slight advantage over them. Sabre Soldier slowly pulls himself up, barely any life in him and looks at Tamrissa and mind speaks to her*

I told you......he was the greatest......warrior I.....know. *he laughs a very weak laugh and then continues* Tamrissa, please use the Kurusunami. I'll be in good shape in no time.

*Sabre Soldier places his hand on Tamrissa's shoulder. The amulet begins to glow violently again. A charge enters into Sabre Soldier's body, and it slowly pulls his body back together. Some oncoming attackers of wraiths attempt to advance, but the energy field pins them back. Tamrissa goes through a very awkward sensation as she relaxes and focuses. Soon the black lightning begins to surround her, and Sabre Soldier's bodies, as he charges them both through the amulet. The whirlwind soon picks up again, and a raging storm swirls around them. Sabre Soldier removes his hand from her. His eyes glow a bright white, and his white and black hair whips around violently, as the black lighting channels through his body once again. Sabre Soldier then glows a pale blue followed by Tamrissa, and a dark shadow follows them and the whirlwind. To Tamrissa, everything seems to be in slow motion as her speed and reaction time seems to be more than supernatura. To everyone else, her movements are unseen due to their speed, and she appears to be a blury figure. Sabre Soldier stands infront of the council that Thaimes is fighting, and stares them down. He mind speaks to Tamrissa then.*

I hope you're ready Tamrissa. This is all I can do for you now. If you need me, I'll be right here beside you.

*With that said, Sabre Soldier takes his fighting stance, and vanishes, followed by his dark shadow that follows behind him. In that same instant, the young boy that once ran him through is in Sabre Soldier's left hand being grasped by the face, lifted up into the air, and being jolted with pure energy that reflects an image of Sabre Soldier's body.*

Sabre Soldier: The Unreal Assasin.
Death is my Mistress...
War is my Master...

If they won't die that easily... At least they can feel pain!!!

Jihon in a rage runs out of the stands and begins attacking countless members of the audience. Jihon knows he is mortal. And he doesent like it. A crowd forms around him and he sees something out of the corner of his eye. To his horror The doors to the facility have been forced open and hundreds of Upper umbra soldiers pour into the already crowded area. The floor is covered with the dead and wounded. Jihon flies out of the crowd and lands next to Clutchfeind whois embraced in his own batle.*

"Well I smell a war right here in this areana. I think it is time we call out the big guns before they do!? How about it old buddy?"

*Jihon flies above the crowd and looks frantically for a strong foe. He does not intend on Killing him... But he needs a copilot....

Thisias I am looking for a host body for you. See anything you like?

cLuTcHFieND staggers back to his feet. His armour protected him from much of the onslaught, but he is still battered and bruised. He gets ready to jump back into the fray, but then notices something out of the corner of his eye. He whips off his helmet revealing a grin of relief, and looks skyward.

A huge rift opens in the sky, and a small cruiser appears, flanked by two massive warships. Shuttles begin to pour from the warships. as they take turns hovering over the battlefield, Blood Angel Space Marines begin to pour out of them. A grand total of 500 marines engage the Upper Umbra soldiers. cLuTcHFieND yells happily.

"ONWARD, ADEPTUS ASTARTES! FOR THE PRIMARCH!"

"Hey clutch! Did you miss me?"

"Kalana! I am so glad to see you!"

cLuTcHFieND embraces Kalana, relieved that his companion has finally arrived. He looks back at the fighting marines.

"And you brought reinforcements! How clever of you! Now, if your ready, let's go kick some council ass."

Beckoning to Kalana to follow him, cLuTcHFieND takes off and hovers beside Jihon.

"So, ready to help, old friend?"

" Slayer is here, the plane walking fool. "

Kawanua floats up and flies to Slayer. slayer looks at the direction but does not reckognise Kawanua. He stands back and stands in a attack position.

" OH slayer you forget everyone and everything. "

Kawanua holds out the official Board Dinner Battle sign " remember who i am now? "

Slayer looks confused then looks back at the battles.

" Dam your dumb Slayer "

Slayer turns back to Kawanua " Firey, hi how are ya?
Kawanua:: -_-* idiot.

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((Holy Crap clutchfiend, what's up with the quad post that you made?????? Can you delete some of them? ROFL, how did you pull that off anyways??))

Sabre Soldier: The Unreal Assasin.
Death is my Mistress...
War is my Master...

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"Hello Jihon! Remember me?"

She then focuses on Jihon, a look of strange concentration on her face. Her eyes flicker for a moment, and then she stops, her smile returning to her face.

"So you're looking for a host body for your friend, huh? How about that guy?"

Oblivious to the shocked look on Jihon's face, Kalana points to a big man over in the corner of the arena who is battling 6 marines at once, and winning.

"He looks pretty strong to me."

"How could I forget you! You almost klled me once because I tried to help you! Besides I never forget a face."

*Jihon looks at the warrior Kalana Has chosen for him. He grabs his wrist and smirks while speaking to Thisias.*

"Ready freind?"

As much as I'll ever be

"Ok then. LETS DO THIS!!"

*Thisiases image can be seen leaping from Jihons hand and flying into the body of the soldier. The man stops fighting and Thisiaises clothing he is suddenly wearing glows. Thisias flys to Join the others.*

[Well then whats your plan Jihon?]

"Well I will need three pilots for this one. Clutchfeind are you willing to help? If so there is a Lidea custom waiting for you in Jihon... My city.. Or whats left of it."

Jihon awaits a responce.

*Before she can see her attacker, a spell hits her, making her freeze in place. Her jaw drops open in a silent cry. Gavina, the snowy-haired woman from the Council, is grinning from across the way, her yellow-gold eyes gleaming brightly.*

“I…am…killing this one on my own,” she mumbles in between breathes to Brigid, as she recovers from the spell.

*Her eyes flare from olive to bright white and the lightening crackles around her. She rips through the chest of a soldier with her sword and keeps moving forward, staring at her target.*

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