[center] [h3]The Tower Conflict[/h3] [/center]


Arthur was about to comment but then Cupido flew in and gave his two cents, then yet another person flew in. It was starting to get rather crowded on top of the tower, at least as far as Mr. Wick was concerned. With a sigh he said, [color=maroon]"Everyone please remain calm, as much fun as it would be to engage in tower destroying fights there are other people to consider here. If anyone is going to actually fight could you at least have the respect to do it somewhere where someone won't have to clean up the mess."[/color] Arthur practically moaned. Why did the first day of the school year always go like this?

Sorcha was just a movement away from knocking this annoying man off of her tower. Bat? BAT? How in the name of Odin did she look like a bat?!

[color=aba000]“CALM?! You expect me to remain calm, Arthur?!”[/color] She growled. [color=aba000]“I am a dragon that’s old enough to be this cretin’s mother! I refuse to take such disrespect from this insolent creature!”[/color]

It seemed, however, Drael’s words worked a little better than Arthur’s. She shot a look over to him, ignoring Cupido for the most part at the moment.

[color=aba000]“I am Sorcha Ó Maoilriain. Radiant King of the Heavens.”[/color] The dragon huffed, tail slamming the roof of the tower angrily. [color=aba000]“At least one of you have proper manners when addressing a dragon.”[/color]

[color=firebrick]"And I am Draél Fahlmer, at your service noble king of the heaven's"[/color] Draél replied bowing yet again even if he for a moment pondered if Sorcha actually was a herm as she called herself king... yet it was not his place to judge nor did it really matter if she was to him. He looked to the teacher, the Angel and the weird boy thing that had climbed up the side of the tower and likely had started all this. 

He didn't really know what the Angel did here, perhaps he also lived here?:.. yet he doubted it somehow. [color=Firebrick]"I am sorry to see your current home to be harmed, If you wish I shall aid you in its repairs in any way I can. "[/color] he would add before looking to the others who clearly didn't seem to help the situation much. 

A pussy-whipped little midget was the next to join in this rag-tag group, illicting a particular sense of 'fucking really?' from Arata. Compared to the others present, this newcomer, some Drail Fallmer, was pretty much...insignificant. Naturally, the oni decided that this one was someone not worth considering at all, before laughing at the bat-girl's haughty self-introduction.

[b]"Enjoying the attention, bat-girl? Cause you're neither a dragon nor a King. Would have thought that you'd know the difference between man and woman, if not the difference between bats and dragons, but, well, guess that's what happens when you're self-deluded enough to think that this is your tower."[/b]

Cracking the back of his neck, the oni continued, [b]"Though, hey, since we're all going to get to know each other before I knock your flat ass into the Lunar Kingdom, I'm Arata. Nice to meet you, Socchan!"[/b]

Cupido watches the mess unfolding in front of him with a rather unamused expression. He sighs heavily and pinches his nose before looking at them. [color=pink]"Alright darlings, You've got three seconds to get off of this roof and reestablish yourselves before I shove you off"[/color] He crosses his arms and wind starts picking up as he waits. He has switched to teacher mode, showing that he is no longer going to just watch them squabble. Nor is he introducing himself, he feels no need to do so when they are like this. His eyes seem to glow a bit as the wind seems to start going faster and faster. He definitly would shove them off....though how fast the wind is when he does so he hasnt decided yet. Somehow his hair is staying perfect even with the wind...sorcery.

Hmph. Well, at least one of these people were being respectful. Drael Fahlmer. She’d remember to thank him later. For now, however, she was going to smite this Insolent whelp into the next life.

[color=aba000]“I do not know who you are, ‘darling’,”[/color] She replied to Cupido, completely ignoring the wind. [color=aba000]“But this isn’t your fight, nor do you have any right to interfere.”[/color] Sorcha readied her glaive, taking a defensive stance. Electricity visibly danced across the weapon and the air around her was even charged with it.

[color=aba000]“If you wish to fight, then so be it. I will give you the honor of being struck down by the same hand that killed the mighty Beowulf and fought alongside King Arthur.”[/color]

Well, Good judgement asside and reasoning thrown into a lake. Draél didn't like the fact that his magical sense were buzzing off at the moment the Angel started flapping his wings. If this was something made to threathen them or if it was an serious attack towards all of them was not something he wanted to find out. He raised his hand towards Cupido, the angel who obviously was close enough for him, and within his direct view. Then all that remained was some good ol magical [I]Defiling[/i].

So, by attempting to interrupting the wind building up, he created a low pressure zone causing it to swirl and double in strength. , which caused the wind to whiff up into an frikkin tornado.. so... it didn't quite go as Draél had intended, but it was an interesting effect to say the least. Instead of being thrown of the roof... Draél was kinda sucked off the roof by the Tornado instead. 

Beowulf? King Arthur? With all these random names being tossed around, Arata couldn't help but laugh further. Empty threats and pointless boasts? Oh, how frightening from a bat-girl and a chicken-man. As the wind picked up further, a gale turned into a tempest, the oni decided that words were pointless now. His cloak was blown to the side, revealing his two horned heritage, and he cracked his neck, clapping his hands together. His feet dug into the stone as if it was dirt, and his hands clenched, forming steel fists.

With a mockingly gentlemanly gesture, he allowed Sorcha to have the first go.

Arthur couldn't really get a word in with everyone talking and acting. Cupid tried to looked tough with some wind, which then turned into a damn great deal of wind. Arthur's hat went flying away, no doubt lost forever. A shame, that one was one of Arthur's favorite hats. At least they were all identical.
One of the people on the tower also was flung away, wings likely didn't help Arthur mused to himself as he crouched down and threw himself against the stone he had been leaning against. Looking over the chaos Arthur saw the trouble maker's horns and battle ready stance, well... Was one thing Arthur could do to keep Sorcha both safe and not tearing this boy apart.
Holding his arm out to point at the horned problem Arthur let loose a wave of fire, not really intending to burn the kid but hopefully throw him off the tower.

Cupido watches as his winds turn into a tornado. [i]great...fantastic[/i] His wings spread out and he catches the air aiming for inside of the tornado. His eyes light up as he starts getting control of the thing. Then, the thing catches on fire. Irritation goes through him as he works on calming down the wild winds. It takes quite awhile and he isnt fully visible to tell what exactly he is doing to get it calmed down. 

Once the winds calm down and nothing is left but a small fire, which is put out by a more controlled burst of wind, he flies back up and straightens his vest. Since Arthur is taking the oni his attention goes to the dragon. [color=pink]"I have the right because I'm a teacher darling, and I'm not joining a fight I'm trying to stop it"[/color] not very effectivly, but he's switching gears....again. His eyes start lighting up again as he focuses on the dragon. [color=pink]"Once you step off the tower roof, by stepping backwards, your vision will return"[/color] With his focus he creates the illusion in her mind that she is now in a forest. His illusions being much stronger then his winds in the control standpoint....and what he mainly focused on, she can see hear feel and smell all aspects of the forest. Though, this takes a lot of focus, and if she doesnt step off the roof, it will likely drain him...even with his good sized mana pool. With his focus somewhat spilt between the dragon and the outside world, it makes snapping his focus harder. But not impossible. 

As the wind howled, Sorcha seemed completely unimpressed. She simply stood there, mouth formed into a snarl as the wind died down. Neither she nor the Oni had moved an inch, both apparently waiting for the other to make the first move. The dragon hadn’t even batted a single eye at the tempest, or when Drael was tossed off. Fool shouldn’t have interfered.

Then other started talking as well, saying something about him being a teacher. Well, that was probably pretty bad. Livia would have her scaly hide if she heard about this incident…but, well. That wasn’t something she was too concerned with at the moment.

That was…until apparently her mind was assaulted with an illusion. North…Northumberland? What was…no, that was an illusion no matter how real it seemed. How dare this fool. How [i]dare[/i] he.

[color=aba000]“This is your version of not interfering?”[/color] She snarled, not moving an inch. [color=aba000]“I refuse to move from my home. You’ll have to do better than a petty illusion.”[/color]

With the wind dying down, Draél fell back down on the roof with a thud. He shook his head to get the dizziness away and then stood back up rubbing his sore butt. [i][color=firebrick]'So... that didn't work as intended....'[/i][/color] he thought to himself as he looked around still seeing two of most things. As he gathered it together he saw scourge marks on the roof, and Soracha being under the effects of some kind of illusion chanted by the angel... who again only seemed to want to do bad stuff to the innocent. 

He had failed last time, but this time he was mad... he had a good cause and for some reason it seemed like a perfectly good idea to attempt to rain on the angels parade once more. Raising his hand he focused on the angel and betted with his good ol [i]Defile[/i] again. Attempting to free Sorcha from the Illusion. 

Cupido is focused, feeling that he has a good hold on the dragon. At least, he did until he feel like he got hit by a boulder. It snaps his focus enough to cause his illusion to weaken and for him to get the wind knocked out of him for a second. Painful, but doable. With the illusion weakened, the forest scene isn't quite as clear, the smells arent nearly as realistic and as for feeling, the roof can be somewhat felt through the forest ground. He keeps his concentration on the dragon, figuring whoever just hit him with that spell he could deal with in a moment....since they arent likely to eat him. [color=pink]"I understand that this is your home darling, Im not trying to evict you"[/color] slight pause as he recover his breath fully. His voice not quite as strong sounding. [color=pink]"I just want you off your roof so you dont collapse your home."[/color] Trying to reason with the reptile now. Really hoping the illusion holds, because he isnt fond of dying....or being burned...but mostly not fond of dying.

[color=aba000]“Then stop that fool, not me.”[/color] Sorcha loudly shouted. Pointing her glaive in the last known position of Arata. [color=aba000]“He’s the one who insists on fighting.”[/color] She wanted to kill him yes, but she wasn’t going to chase down a fleeing enemy who had no desire to fight. That was one of the most dishonorable things she could have done here.

…and there was only one person she’d ever stoop to such a level to kill.

What...was all this?

Arata should have been happy, really, that he'd be engaged in a simulating combat scenario of one versus many, but...what? The waves of flame pushed against him, heating his body uncomfortably, but there was no razor-sharp intent behind it, only a lukewarm 'warning' shot that didn't phase him at all. He withstood the soft impact of the intangible flames, and through the burning veil, he could see the chicken-man perform some sort of magic upon Sorcha. In a way, the oni could accept that.

What he couldn't accept, though, was that this Radiant 'King', this bat-winged bitch who treated her naginata more as a toy than anything else, was then commanding chicken-wings to stop himself.

Really?

What sort of ruler was she, that she'd cower behind the backs of others, telling them to deal with a threat to her territories that she originally planned on taking down herself? What the actual fuck was this? How could someone who was so strong be such a pathetic sack of shit? And how could this pathetic sack of shit still be such a disgusting, self-serving narcissit, drinking in the undeserved praise of others and calling herself a 'dragon'?

And that fucking boot-licking pussy-whipped midget. What, does the great dragon king spread her legs to those who fight for her? Is this a thing in Montagne Academy?

Arata boiled, seethed, his blood burning hotter than the mediocre flames that were output by a teacher who didn't even use his full power. He was shaking, he was breaking, and then...

He let out a long, long sigh.

This wasn't hatred.

This was just disappointment.

The disappointment of one's cowardice, one's ulterior motives, one's undeserved respect.

"So that's all, huh? Even a king in this era is but a shadow of the men that fight for her."

His fury faded, his soul turning cold, the 999 onis no longer rampaging within. There wasn't going to be a fight. There wasn't going to be a battle. There wasn't going to be a war.

There was simply...nothing.

He disregarded the flames and jumped off the tower.

Whatever he was seeking, the oni wasn't going to find it on top of the tower. Not amongst the thoughtless ants that answered the call of a fertile queen.

Hearing the Oni’s words, Sorcha snarled. How dare HE. How dare everyone around here just interfere like this! She didn’t even know the other two imbeciles. Arthur knew better to interfere like this! She may have allowed him, but she was still not happy about it. The other two should be lucky she didn’t turn them into a charred, blackened, corpse and hung their skeletons as a warning in her home!

As the Oni left, she didn’t attempt to stop them. The idiot men here had already turned this entire thing into a farce, and she wasn’t going to have her honor, pride, or reputation tarnished further.

Ignoring the Illusion, Sorcha gave a powerful flap of wings, generating a powerful gust that would have threatened to stumble most normal men. She landed at the edge of the tower, a loud, thunderous roar that echoed across the entire academy escaped from her throat.

It was clear, she wasn’t a very happy lizard.

[color=aba000]“Listen here, you creature!”[/color] She shouted, not caring if he was actually listening. [color=aba000]“I shall not be having my pride nor Honor tarnished by these idiots who interfered!”[/color] She slammed the end of her Glaive into the roof. [color=aba000]“One week from now! I challenge you to a duel! No restrictions, no one to interfere! Sorcha Ó Maoilriain demands it! If you have any shred of honor, you will accept!”[/color]

With her issue challenged, she didn’t even wait for a response before turning back to the men. The illusion had obviously weakened enough for it to not affect the dragon too much. She gave each and every one of the men around her a harsh, threatening glare.

[color=aba000]“Everyone. Off. My tower. Before I throw you off.”[/color]

[color=maroon]"Well, seems you have this under control."[/color] Arthur said with a shrug. From personal experience Arthur knew better then to stay at a dragon's home too long. Looking over to the rest of the school groudns Arthur was gone in an instant, teleported across the campus.

Draél gave a sllight shrug to it all, honor was something someone had invented some time ago for no apperent reason and the words of entity combined of 1k empty minds didn't really fill anything. When Sorcha demenanded all to leave he simply bowed to her and gave a nod [color=firebrick]"As you desire... just don't let a bag of bull rattle you... they only seek attention in the end"[/color] he said before he leaned backwards and fell off the roof before spinning around and landing on the ground below. Then he simply walked off even if he was tempted to stay he figuring he better find a new place to stay as the bag of bull kinda had ruined that one.

The sudden cut off of his illusion caused his head to throb. Seeing that the dragon is now off the roof he saw now reason to stay there. With a step off of the roof his wings spread and catch air, allowing him to glide to the ground and land with an almost elegant twist. Now he was going to have to hunt down something for this headahce of his. Great. 

Putting his hands in his pockets he lightly checks on himself, as in making sure he isnt about to pass out from the amount of mana he used. Finding himself to be okay, he strides away from the tower. He felt the need...the need for tea.

With everyone off of her tower, the dragon swiftly returned to her room, though she left the window open. Sleeping would be almost impossible now.