King's Crown Grounders

Argental 1:

"Harley Daunting"

She had a faint idea of what being in discomfort really was, maybe her first trial of learning dark magic, or the sounds of war, and cries of the innocents
The princess of a land of magic, Anvilus. She was raised in a place which knew not war, fed with a silver spoon. She had almost anything she asked for and even that she didn't, -reference to the staff of daunting, and the necklace of magic which she posseses, the staff was a voluntary gift from the strongest of sorcerers in Anvilus during her eighth birthday, the magic to Inquisit fear and manage any living creatures mind activity, the staff could also enhance and balance magical powers, with the staff recognizing only Harley, it could be summoned from any distance, space or dimension. The land itself was magic, holding a great history, dating back to the earlier days, before it's unexplainable change.

Blessed from birth with the submission of Ice and Snow to her call, she could absorb, alter, create, shape, and manipulate these, as they were her affinity. Although Harley was trained to be an Healer mage in Anvilus, as not much power was needed to protect the village. Her father the King of Anvilus insisted she also learned how to totally control her affinities, which she did. Opening the pages of her past, and her possession was one that wouldn't be concluded in a day. Everything seemed to go her way, till she felt very uncomfortable with this comfort, she often questioned herself, "are there others in need of help?" Harley was just eighteen when her mind craved to help others, in terms of protection and shelter.

She left Anvilus at first then the planet in a whole, travelling across worlds. And gaining experience from different occurrence, Harley grinned, "I feel perplexed, is this really it?" She was already done with her dressing, an armless blue metallic amour forged by the best blacksmith of Anvilus. She had her entire arms running from her shoulder to the back of her palm, padded by this same armour, and a blue fitted armoured trousers. Adjusting her knotted blonde hair, the princess bent over to pick up her leather pouch which contained potions of different kind, one's that could cause negative and positive effects, the pouch was pretty large, one that could contain a man's head with a little space left for a palm.


Prepared for the the fun game she was about to engage in, one mustn't forget the fun part of life. She packed her potions from a wooden table, carved from a sacred tree. It was just a few minutes after this occurrence, was Harley's presence claimed from her Abode, to the very castle, it's shimmering golden color passed ray of lights around, large enough for a fight of three against three. She knew what she was to do, in hopes that her team mates knew as much, as no team practice or whatsoever had been done. Harley held toward her staff with her right hand, diagonally across her body. Being five meters away from the throne, she smiled with excitement. She raised her face readily revealing her bluish pupil to the dangling crown, at the ceiling.

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Chris 1:

Music of whispering trees. Hushed by a broad-winged breeze , where shaken water gleams. And morning radiance falling ,With reedy bird-notes calling.O bear me safe through the Morning , you low-voiced streams. I have no need to pray , That fear may pass away. I scorn the growl and rumble of the fight , That summons me from cool. Silence of marsh and pool and yellow lilies is landed in light , O river of stars and shadows, lead me through the Morning. The war of words is done ,the red-lipped cannon speak. The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun , tears and blood shall streak,the war of words is done. Smoke enshrouds the sun and earth staggers at the shriek
Of battle new begun, poltroons and braggarts run. Woe to the poor, the meek! The war of words is done.
Thunders every gun , When the red-lipped cannon speak,the war of words is done, the slaughter has begun.

"And hope not now to shun , the doom that dogs the weak, Victory must be won."

The monsters and demons and sins and wraiths run rampant in my mind, and my control is lost. Control is key. Every impulse, every little tiny thought, leads me closer to madness. Slumber is madness creeping in upon me when I cannot steal myself from it. Late to bed, and early to rise, leaves the insanity hidden until the day she dies. The walking, the talking, the revealing of my truest thoughts occur when in slumber, and I hate it. That's why I don't sleep, that's why I'm last, always last, because I know that's when the crazy comes to play.

Wrath, Lust for Bloodshed and enomity swirl in my veins, with a chesire smile concealing the truth of them. They swirl in all veins, they play their devil games in the night for everyone, but for me, its different. It always will be. little friends swimming in my head, begging me to become someone I am not. I'm not in love, but the feel is good. The mirror is a comrade in arms. The green of my eyes is for more than just genetics. The fat on my legs has a secret agenda. I feel the sickness of anger in my heart but it never shows. My selfish wiles are secret, but they are there, always screaming. And when boredom creeps, I let the angels weep. I hate slumber, for all my friends play their seductive little games inside the holes in my head, and I can never be free of it. I fear who I am when I sleep, for its not the face I know , but I pity those who call me out from My Sleep , for without enough rest I am a Monster and I fear myself too.

Death is widely revered by all who breath and walk the harsh planes of life , seen and heeded as the sole feat which has no loose end. But is it really or are those illuminated not at the mercy of those who have been enlightened in Life and know Death is but another point in Life where one is granted a second opportunity at life ? Undeniably one seeks not to Face death , for none know the truth behind queries and theories of life after cessation , death is and will always be the end to the life cycle of all things life , regardless of the statue one may hold whilst living.

Contradictory to the aforementioned , death is but the birth of a new life , although the new life does come with limitations , it still suffices as a life worthy for one to live and enjoy wouldn't you agree ? Or so it seemed to me but quite unfortunate that the life I could restore would be of no help to me at my death bed for I could only do such to a third part . Night after night, in the small hours ,I am still awake , I remember and I write, 'til my dark power rises, intoxicating. I seek you out, for once it's not in vain and you are here , beyond a doubt, I know I am insane , so I reach for you. My lips part, my tongue becomes a dancer in harmony with yours. Behold my art , I am a necromancer ; but is that the only ability I hold ? Nay.

I walk the lands awoken from my slumber , but my Walk in not one without My War gear. See , I walk clared in Pure white Robes , clear like the Gauze which announces the oncoming presence of the sun and possibly quite a sunny Day , But my attire is not completely from the said but it holds heaven blue linings of which are under Amber mettalic pieces. My black silky hair elongated to my very waist . I do not walk the terra without my Blade strapped on My Back , a normal shaped sword , a black silver lined hilt and a normal brown Sheath. On my feet is a pair of wooden sandles which were accompanied by pure white socks. The m heavens blessed the lands with their warmth and smile , but to my liking it was not ?

At the very moment it was to be by my will , cries and sighs of birds follow the Cacophonic sounds of the very heavens drifting together , the sun and all obscured from view almost instant to my soft sigh in disapproval of the sun's held state , yet another ability I posses ; Atmokinesis , but such was a vague explanation of it all for even that had it's subdivisions , but all was to be revealed in due time , the fall of tiny flakes proved that statement to be true , Cryokinesis , An ability I had mastered. With the fall of the Flakes A gentle scud hurried across the plain field , slowly the dust rose to dwarfish eminence , remaining at the respective height not it settled once more , along with the suspires of the goddess of life the dust continuously rose to desrigadable heights, once more clearing up.
With each sigh seemed to be a partial numbing sensation that rushed along with the gentle breeze of wind, along with a low damp feel to accompany it , but me flexing my Abilities was not how I was , to a Half I came , but In Reverse I possessed , Electroluminescence and Hydrokinesis , One would argue the last Ability was one which would prove to be useless , but nay it was as the flakes collided with the dry terra I walked , were they not to be considered a source of Water Molecules , but wait , calling me from my slumber was not enough to them? Now they call me unto a Castle. What is it that they seek ? Is it war or their proclaimed peace , but that mattered not for the Castle I'm in favours yet another ability of mine , geokinesis .

A mere Game they call me from my sleep for , do they not see the disrespect they radiate with their act ? Or is respect a foreign term to them ? Our objective is quite simple and I hope to put an End to it all But they furthermore place me in a Team , do they not know I work better alone. But Hot headed I am not , for I am willing to place my pride aside and follow my side to victory , but I am not in the Castle alone , a teammate of mine has already been transported to it. Do I greet or remain silent , no That matters not , Victory would be the best greeting at this Point and I hope not to shame them for its My Very first Battle since conceiving , but dying and Failing to prevail after trying are two different things at they not ?

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Jaz 1:

War
Battle
Death
The End
Excitement….



The thoughts raced through the head of such a beast, optics seeming to glow upon his awakening as his mind all but remembered the battle to commence upon this day, a battle teaming with beings he barely met let alone knew. The art of battle excited his mindset, the King of Kroll's form being an excitement to be seen alone. The beating of wings heard even upon the outside of the structure, the powerful thrust if each wing creating a booming sound before the sound of footsteps landed outside the building of battle, energy seeping out of his form to conceal the hands of the beast, each hand being consumed slowly by this beast as his form made its way into the structure. The first of his team to appear, yet the wild one of his team, for his excitement reigned supreme within the aspect of life. He was War reincarnated, a king among his race. The harshness of his planet having his body having greater attributes for this planet gravity was far less then his home world. This in turn gave him massive physical aspects such as speed, strength, and durability on such planes of existence. For now, he kept his aspects hidden, for that is how he was. Until the battle began, he needed not to reveal his secrets. Tezoract, the mighty King, had made his appearance known.




Tezoract is known to have a dark cyan colored skin tone with orange optics. He is also mistaken as the famous Jersey Devil, a cryptid that is rumored to live amongst us humans. He has a draconic head with two curved horns and wings reaching 8 feet each, giving him a 16 foot wingspan. Each wing is seen very muscular showing their power, a powerful thrust from these wings can cause winds as devastating as one of the most powerful hurricanes, yet usually kept down to an f5 tornado level. Upon one of his horns is a set of rings, rings only worn by the King of Kroll to symbolize his position. His teeth are a mix of razor sharp in the front but mullers in the back. He is known to have a very muscular body and 4 arms as well with a strange pattern upon his form that looks like lava. Around his neck is a bronze like necklace with red gems upon it and around his waist is a bronze belt with red like gems and a cloth that has a symbol humans know as something else but Kroll's know it as their God of Chaos symbol. Both necklace and belt have sketching on them in a unique design and are actually there for a different purpose. On his wrist were a set of bands made of the same material as the necklace and belt, capable of turning to shields if need be. His legs are also very muscular and lead down to a set of hooves which allow him to handle rougher surfaces, even being able to climb a mountain with ease like a mountain goat. Where his belt is there is also a tuft of fur covering his internal private area. The belt also has cloth in the back to cover his butt. Finally, he has a tail that looks similar to a lion but longer, reaching 8 feet in length. His tail is also a very powerful feature of his body, used through combat many times. His tail has the capability to thin itself out to make it longer by 6 more feet as well.



The thought raced back to his head, this was a battle. For him, a battle excited him. A chuckle coming from his lips as a strange organ within his body began to go to work, creating compounds within its form to make a mixture that was for usage later on. His eyes looked down within the grasp of his right hand, attached to a chain and a saw-like smaller blade was a weapon used by Samurai back in the day, his KusariGama, Kligen. Kligen is known to have a 10 inch blade, 1.5 foot handle, and 3 ft chain, the blades handle within the grasp of the lower right hand of the beast while the chain near the saw like structure was in the grasp of his lower left hand. Kligen is known to have a golden blade with strange red gems near the bladed person. The handle is known to be a red and very dark red color mix before leading to a golden chain that is attached on the other end to a saw blade like secondary weapon. The saw blade part is hooked in such a way it can freely spin making it deadly.



The organ within his body led to pores upon his 10 ft form, these pores connected tubes to the organ in which one could begin to see a yellow gas escape from the elbows, knees, and down the spine of the beast. The slow escape gave insight to multiple things, firstly his organ had filled up fast being forced to release such gas. The second insight was seen upon his allies arrival as a singular empty hand would reach back behind him into a pouch that held viles and strange headphones. Two vials were pulled out to be tossed to his allies, the vile filled with a strange yellow liquid, an antidote clear as day. This gave insight to the fact this gas was toxic, unearthly at that. No immunities nor antidotes were usable but the antidotes the beast provided, making such an unearthly toxin dangerous, and it was clear with there only being 2 grabbed that this beast was immune to his own toxin because his body created such a toxin, he was immune to his own toxin. The slow creep did not give insight to how fast the toxins could escape at the moment,yet the insight it was harmful was known. The last insight was the fact the toxin escaped pores, giving insight entirrly that the particles had to be smaller than the exit of a pore itself, meaning breathing was not the only problem when it came to such a toxin, for they could enter the same way the escaped into the atmosphere.



The beast had little powers, and what he did was not by any means impressive. He was a beast of battle, one who relied on his hands to do the work. Upon his harsh planet, a planet that was located first to a sun hotter than even earth's, hand to hand was an all time thing. The heat of such a planet makes the beings adapt both internally and externally to high levels of heat as hot as suns. Not only that, his body could heat up to make him immune to even the lowest levels of coldness. His wings could be seen folding neatly upon his back. His head tilting as a crack was heard from him popping his neck. His mindset was getting excited from the art of battle to be bestowed upon such a scene. The warriors before him seemed to look weak, yet he understood better than most that looks could be deceiving. This thought only excited him more, for he was not one to care for a win nor a loss, as long as he had fun. His lips parted as his deep voice escaped into the field of battle in a calm tone.


"It is a pleasure to meet you all, I wish everyone the best of luck within this place in which conflict will soon be bestowed. Please, enjoy yourselves."

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Drex1:

DRAXLER WASN'T HERE TO JOKE AROUND. Quite frankly, he couldn't even if he wanted to, since he spent most of his time sleeping instead.

Being a hero, wasn't much of a choice for people like him, especially when his father was a god. Yes, Draxler was a half-blood, a demigod — the son of Hypnos 'god of sleep' and so rather by necessity rather than obligation he'd become a tool in the hands of the gods.

Draxler was different from other demigods. For child of a minor god, it was kind of the norm to be watching those of the major gods leading and making headway in; leadership, quests and otherwise.

But Hypnos, had another plan in mind for him, he'd been blessed with power and abilities that no demigod from his line had seen before and become powerful enough to stand toe to toe with the children of the major gods.

It was a strategic plan of his father, to prove the mettle of even minor gods in producing heroes and it had caused quite a stir amongst the gods.

Draxler like other children of Hypnos, had that overwhelming presence, that caused those around him to become groggy and drowsy ultimately lulling off to sleep his more compelling than others.

He could delve into the dreams of those asleep, gaining access from the Oneiro his half brothers, who controlled the gate of dreams to manipulate the target's dreams inducing ones worst nightmare, he could absorb the essence of ones dreams to replenish his energy, stamina and heal his wounds.

When need be he could implant himself inside a dream in attempts to kill the target trapping them in a vegetative state but that was as well a big gamble for him if the target realized and tried to gain control of his dreamscape and fight back.

Just by touch he could source a person's mind gaining information, implanting false information, recover lost memory and even remove some. A scary ability but quite draining in itself.

But the rarest ability he gained, was the manipulation of the energy that resided on the mental plane. In fact, his ability was so odd most times one would think he was perpetually sleeping.

Why? In truth his eyes remain closed most of the time, but like a insight his mental eyes were able to see the intersection between the mental and physical plane.

Simultaneously viewing mental energy and it's manipulation by others, the physical bodies with its own form of representation and how both planes and their matters interacted.

Since the mental plane wasn't a plane far off as one would think, but in the physical plane it was ones limitations that hindered him from seeing or sensing the energy but all this made it possible for Draxler.

His silky black hair covered his relaxed and poised face, draping all the way to his shoulders, his face was slightly squared around his jaw with dimpled cheeks. Mother always told him he looked like dad alot when he smiled, his eyes had a hazy white color that made you think of a cloud rolling by though they remain closed most of the time.

Draxler was three inches short of six feet. Probably because he was always lying down his back arched slightly, his skin was pale like it never saw daylight, his body was built lightly, void of any well toned muscles, exercise wasn't his thing infact he was worse off physically than a regular human.

Dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with black jeans and no shoes, Draxler hovered afloat on a cloud — a gift from his dad after completing a quest it was a saturated cloud of water from the Lethe River with magic cast on it, the cloud could separate into fragments becoming hard enough to cut steel at the same time instantly reverting to it's pass through state, it couldn't be destroyed merely reforming overtime after being attacked and lastly it could spread over an area and pour down the forgetful waters of Lethe.

He made his way ahead, to stand directly beside a figure whose mental signature and build wasn't human at all, not surprising given he wasn't all that human himself, he'd entered this tournament to prove the worth of the house of Hypnos once again.

'The King's Tournament', was just the event to do something like that. He'd fight alongside two allies against opponents which he saw just up ahead to secure the throne room and grab the crown.

Easy.

The being on his left tossed an object his way, just as he emitted plumes of odd gas, part of his cloud drifted off catching the vial and bringing close to him, linking the two events it was obviously an antidote to the gas, at least the beast was considerate.

The cloud lofted off the cork of the vial, bringing the bottle to his lips he ingested the substance cringing as he did, it sure didn't taste like ambrosia.

Time to begin.

Draxler thought. From within it began, a small piece of his consciousness was indulged modifying to become an extension that could affect the metaphysical energy — a psionic body.

Each and every psion of created received the same set of instructions that all ultimately led to one thought 'link up' and so they set off.

He willed the energy from the mental plane, only grasping little considering how much consciousness he sacrificed but it was more than enough passing onto the physical plane via the psionic body like a gateway the work didn't stop there those psions use the energy through his will and strong intent setting off to his allies on both sides they would aim to permeate into their own mental space to link up the three of them thus allowing them to communicate telepathically through the links and it'd be successful just if his allies didn't have a sort of mental barriers against hostile energies but with such little energy the intent of a connection should have been known.

"Hello, this is me Draxler your ally, I set up this mental platform so we could commune with ease. I could also sense and protect you from foreign energies if need be so what's the plan?" said Draxler over the link once it was established, but he wouldn't wait for a response before he began his own set ups.

A child of Hypnos could control his presence if he trained hard enough and Draxler could, his presence was even rooted in his scent which he suppressed but now let loose.

The scent of poppy would waft through the air, slowly engulfing the room.
Those who inhaled it, would feel it's effects over a short period, their senses would begin to dull, their eyes would be heavy with great fatigue until they slept off. The attack was so subtle, it might not have been regarded as one as it possessed no magical energy and couldn't be seen, but smelt.

Only once one became dulled would he understand the scent's intent.

He could control the movement of this scent easily it was his and obeyed his every whim. He willed them away from his allies, so regardless of where they went it was like the scent ran away from them making a clear path for them to advance.

It's all for Father's glory.

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Praise 1:

Information was what drove Ashtyn. Her desire to find out all that she could about all those who came before her was her motivation, what compelled to travel to galaxies far and wide. Ashtyn had to find out who she truly was, who the individuals that had come before her were, she would never whole without that. This was not to say that she knew who or what she was at current point in time, she was still about as lost as a sheep led astray in that department. A problem that she struggled with for years. Ever since she was a kid, she had a habit which involved dressing like a woman, being a male that time. And the response to these actions were never pleasant, but Ashtyn paid it no mind, because to her, it felt right. Years passed and she came across the Orb, the reason her power exists. This Orb became one with her body, now being her complete physical form and when such an incident took place, she had been fully transformed into a female. Delving deeper into the secret behind this artifact on her travels, she discovered it to be a special piece of technology known as Bio-Tech from the Planet Cyko, which is a form of technology that fuses with an organic body, granting them exceptional abilities.

The Orb is gifted with a mind of it's own that becomes one with the host, granting them exceptional intelligence that surpasses intellect of most living beings, and adding this onto the host's abilities makes them a force to be reckoned with. In addition to this quality, the Orb removes and/or fixes anything wrong with the host that it would seem an impurity and as a result, Ashtyn was transformed into what she felt was always right, a female. Despite her petite figure, she was not the easiest of opponents, typically opting to avoid battle if said fight was not beneficial to her. And the fight she planned to participate in held the possibility of being a good area to gather information. Her search would never end, not until she found out who she truly was. Her impressive intellect aside, Ashtyn was gifted with a variety of abilities. She was capable of Telepathy, a powerful skill that she has a love for using, but despite this, it was not her main skill. Her skill revolved around her ability to produce small pieces of Bio-Tech she called NanoParticles. She was capable of producing an infinite quantity of these Particles and they were useful for a number of things such as constructs and physical clones.

The most interesting ability of these NanoParticles, however, was their connection to the Cyko Plane. This is a plane that has the main function of breaking down/processing information. The Cyko Plane resides in the Orb that has fused with Ashtyn, making a Realm that is sort of a bridge before getting to the Mental Plane and Astral Plane of the host. It is rather the bouncer that one has to get past to meet the other 2 planes, breaking down even the most harmful of information to send it back to the opponent through the established link. Ashtyn sends Mental Waves to the Orb, where the waves are interpreted and converted into the form of Cyko Waves. Since these waves are still Mental Waves, just converted to fit the frequency of the Cyko Plane. With this in mind, the Plane is not just be able to break down Psions but is able to do anything Ashtyn do in the form of Cyko Waves since she simply just send out these commands in the form of Mental Waves to the Orb where they are converted into a more understandable form (Cyko Waves) and acted out. The benefit of this is that if the Cyko Plane is destroyed, Ashtyn won't be affected and she'll know of the danger.

These Cyko Waves are also capable of breaking down any form of information, this includes Mental/Astral Barriers designed to defend the Mental/Astral Bodies from harm along with viruses or harmful information that may then be used against the target by being added onto the advancing Cyko Waves. Cyko Waves also have more functions, said functions being the manipulation of technology with the use of these Cyko Waves, making Ashtyn a Technopath. She however chooses to manipulate technology of her own, the Nanoparticles created by the Orb. These Nanoparticles are also capable of emitting and receiving Cyko Waves, yet in smaller amounts though their sheer numbers makes up for this drawback. The Nanoparticles have small minds of their own, that are insignificant until they become a full form, usually Ashtyn's clone. This mind is identical to the original Ashtyn's own thinking and allows these clones to act on their own by drawing power from the Orb, capable of doing anything their progenitor can. They need no commands once they take on a clone form, they merely require energy to operate, which Ashtyn has plenty of and provides constantly in the form of Cyko Waves.

In addition to these exceptional abilities, Ashtyn was blessed with the ability known as Electromagnetism. Ashtyn can create, shape and manipulate electromagnetism which (with the exception of gravitation) is responsible for almost all physical phenomena observable to the unaided human senses, including light and other electromagnetic radiation, all of chemistry, most of mechanics (excepting gravitation), and of course magnetism and electricity. With this, Ashtyn is capable manipulating existing fields, attracting or repelling materials or conductive materials, removing the magnetic fields from objects or targets or add them once more and much more. Along with this is an innate ability to manipulate one side of the temperature, the cold side. She harbours the ability to slow down molecules in order to lower the temperature within a certain vicinity, which now stands at 300 meters in range. Granted with a body capable of handling these harsh temperatures due to the Orb's ability to shape the host's body to fit any conditions she faces, Ashtyn is capable of surviving the coldest of conditions with little to no trouble. This was the true power of a Human/Cyko Hybrid.


Her silver colored feet lightly tapped the surface of the ground as she landed onto the ground just at the entrance of where the battle was set to take place. As always, an apathetic expression graced her features, one that would disappear like the warmth in a falling tear if she was angered in the slightest. Not being the most social type, she grew up preferring to stay inside, isolating herself from most things associated with the outside world, and with little knowledge on what was or was not acceptable, she found most things most would consider jokes, attempts at angering her. Ashtyn soon entered the area in which this team based battle was soon to commence and she had already caught sight of her 2 teammates. A yellow gas filled the air, and her quick mind caught on to what was taking place. Walking up the large Beast like figure, she grabbed the object he had thrown to her with ease, opening the container up and and consuming the liquid, gulping it down and swallowing it rather quickly. Ashtyn's face scrunched up at the terrible taste of the liquid, slightly shaking her head to rid herself it. Not long after, mental energy in the form of Psions were introduced to her own Cyko Plane, a guard designed to break down/process information in order to make sure it was not harmful. Once this process was completed and the energy was identified and verified, the Cykos Creation allowed this energy through with a single command, severing the link that had been created with her personal plane and creating a new one with her mind.

Ashtyn heard everything the man had said and she sighed. Ashtyn muttered through the connection. As for a plan, she would simply aid in whatever area she was needed, and her ability to turn the numbers in their favor was quite invaluable, not that they were not as disadvantaged now. It was time for the tournament to finally begin.

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Argental 2:

Deviations


At the arrival of her teammate. The princess slightly turned her head to catch a glimpse of her teammate who was only three meters behind her, he looked quite stunning and up for the task. It was not long after did another arrive. Shifting her focus ahead once more. All this while she had the middle of the staff of Daunting clenched in between her right palm, tightening her left fist which began to grow cold, and laid diagonally across her. The entire the staff began to glow in bluish colour reflecting around, ready to manifest it prowess. Harley stared straight ahead at the beast, noticing the yellow gas which seemed to have been emitting from the creature ahead, as well as his weapon and the vial he beheld.

In tandem to that occurrence Harley's body temperature dropped in a tenth second, by minus one hundred degrees, without actually turning into ice a magical alteration of the actual result, her body rather flowed with an aura with the freezing temperature which her body acquired, she easily controlled effect of this Aura on every object or organism, it was hers to decided making it one that only evolved around herself, she could magically impend the effect on whatsoever she wished too, the Magical Ice Aura also served as a defensive medium, any existence that moved a meter close, were at the jaws of an instant freezing as she could lower the temperature even more till her target or targets are completely numb, both at the physical, mental and spiritual plane. physical plane being the result of the manifestation of the physical components of ice. Mental as results to her staff abilities to manipulate minds, accompanied her affinity. And spiritual plane due to the necklace of magic and her on very magic. She knew not what the gas was, hence the reason for her precaution, she wasn't going to leave her team mate to peril, as her cousin Theo, hadn't shown up, Harley fully depended on team work in bringing this fun game to victory.

Having registered earlier the position of the crown, the princess gave a slight grin completely calculated her course of action, being an Healer mage as well, she knew where to channel her magical powers for strength and speed enhancement. After a second the princess taking a single step on the grounds of the castle simultaneously forcefully hitting the crest of her staff on the castle ground, led to an outburst of magic, manifesting Ice and snow, half a meter from her with a speed that lived up to that of sound, and a cold breeze scattering across, navigating towards a meter north of the crown and simultaneously increasing in lenght and witdth, reaching both right and left ends of the castle. For creatures that lacked speed such as that, all that was to be seen, would be a blue trail of cold air then a wall already partitioning the castle.
Like the combination of the lava and the rock; a magical snow with the temperature of zero degrees being mystically prevented from emitting, and the ice which could be partly seen in major areas covering partly the snow constriction, flowed from ground level to stuffing every present space in the ceiling, the wall presently had a width of three meters. The ice normally created by Harley, without dark magic possesses the tensile strength of a diamond, and a temperature that froze any substance it came in contact with, a degree of temperature as low as minus twenty degrees.

The Icy snow had completed it purpose halfway of it, by blocking the opponents off, it's creation was just as quick.
Now in tandem to Harley creating the Icy snow, the side which faced the opponents emerged from within, ice needles that were as long as twenty five centimeter, from all over it work was simple and magical, at the slightest movements the needles would begin to rain, continuous outpourings of Ice needles, that slightly surpassed the speed of sound, whizzing with a whistling sound at the moving body at a wide range as wide as the creation itself, causing a freezing effect at their site of action, as each needle had their own properties independent of the others, after hitting or passing to close to a substance they'd freeze such.

Although the purpose of this game wasn't to eradicate at he opponents first move, rather claiming the crown and reaching for the throne, but taking measures can never be too much, she further probed, allowing the freezing temperature of this wall crawl to the grounds, smothering the ground with layers of ice that would eventually crawl up any upright matter they came through.

"It's our chance, let's wrap this up quick" Harley voiced loud enough for her team mate to catch, while she kept her focus on ensuring the wall wasn't altered.

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Sanji 1:

¶Dark §orcerer

Blood and pain, washing down the walls of his heart. Everything comes with a price. Taking the blood like lava of his dragon into the magic dimension of pulsa where he draws all his magical powers from. A realm only for those who dared to pay the cost, he's fearlessness and his dark urge to find more of what is beyond. Dark and void was the pit, he never knew what it was not until now. Has he slain his only companion? Definitely not. At the time of sitting on this sovereignty, he original form has been modified. The merge.

Amalgamating with Sirrush, his only loyal subordinate. A mystical beast, locked up for centuries without a rider. A fierce 30ft creature with scale like amour hard as titanium and magical on it's own. Theo had become a demon. After merging with this creature, his god-like features is to be feared. A magical amour taking the design of muscles fixed from his head to his feet, without a conscious effort to study these amour one could call it a naked mere muscle. Though not ordinary as it looks, it's takes after his dragon own scale like amour, magically induced. Able to withstand both magical and physical attacks, with his mental state not excluded from this protective measures. This amour is tightly packed to his own body, magically. The open space running from his neck down to his abdomeninal region to part of his chest and arms with the strange grafting is an indication of taking in Pulsa itself. An infinite spiritual energy embedded within him giving such glowing attributes that is unique only to him. The open spaces in his supernatural body are emitting a severe temperature, which is generally controlled by Theo himself, speaking of his affinity.

This emergence of this form enhances his speed, strength and stability, having a 360 view of his surroundings at a large distance and also sensing abilities within a hundred meter radius . He is able to shape, alter, liquify, solidify, absorb and manipulate fire. Not just any type of flame, this being blue in colour, with several meaning to why this flame had taken this tone. The flame could burn at three billion degree Celsius and even more, apparently the highest temperature he's ever used which is three hundred times hotter than the sun. Other flame mages back in Anvillus weren't from a royalty which is least of the reasons. His spiritual energy is gathered from another realm which is not of this world, burning not just at the physical flame, it set ablaze the mind and soul, condemning it to hell. Just like it was written in before he was born. "One would arise, with powers which not found in this realm, With his mighty flames, he can sink fleets of battleships, burn great cities to the ground, unleashing a blazing hell on earth!".
After this treacherous journey. He's finally had access to dark energy he'd had felt erupting from the fore-mentioned pit. Now he could do unspeakable things with this dark magical aura. He hasn't lost his sense of humanity, though expressing these affections has been taken away. The price to pay for this dark energy. His flames can only be extinguished by Theo. This flame is purely magical.

Stepping into this castle, was his cousin, Harley and an unknown figure standing next to her. The purpose of this battle was just to subdue, bringing mild fatality to his oppositions. "Looks like I'm late for the party".

Talking telepathically to Harley. A back track of events gave them this ability.

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