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((My luck is lousy. Like all the time. xd ))

He didn't doubt the strength of his arrows, and he decided to continue to pommel Omie with a few until they struck her dead on.

As she began to fall to the ground, Anarel reset another arrow in Magni, strung it back, and began running swiftly toward where she had fallen. His eyes were narrowed...jaw tight. He noticed that her body began to fade in and out of view.

Was she weakening? Or was this part of her defense?, Anarel argued with himself as he sped toward her.

The large chain she materialized came rushing at him like a wave. Without losing pace, he leaped to one side to dodge the improvised whip by a hair. He felt the chain links clank and whiz passed his ear before they slammed into the Coliseum floor beside him. As the ground cracked from the sudden impact, he shot forth the arrow from a closer distance this time. Anarel did not stop running toward her. He wanted to engage her in close combat, whether or not his single arrow hit her.

Anarel nimbly ducked underneath the wave of chain links, ignoring how close he was to being struck by them. He continued to charge at her, picking up speed as he grew closer.

The arrow was thwarted once more, but he was now in close range. At the right moment, he pushed up from the balls of his feet and extended his knee out toward her gut, flying at her as he did.

((Oi vay. Tell me about it. rolleyes ))

Anarel grunted as his knee was caught in her arms. He grabbed her shoulders to try and stabilize himself, but as she spun around, he was thrown off of her. He was sent skidding away across the floor on all fours.

He glanced upward only to see the chain whip strike the pillar behind him. It crumbled in large pieces and Anarel dove to the floor and rolled to the other side of Omie in order to dodge the pillar's wreckage. Dust and debris billowed and flowed from the toppled pillar, creating a huge dust cloud.

Seeing the glaive aimed for a low swipe at his legs, he hopped up and sent the shin of his leg flying toward the side of her head.



(( omg. an actual hit. O.o; ))

As Omie stumbled into the wall, Anarel quickly unclasped Modi from his belt and rushed her, the blade of the dagger aimed directly at her gut. He wanted to pin her against the wall, and end the battle that way.

Anarel suddenly stopped in mid-stride, slipping forward a little across the dust covered floor. He was taken back at the glaive's shattering and reconstruction into two new weapons. Swords. Anarel didn't have time to change strategies.

The blades came at him, dancing wildly at him and making an eerie whistiling sound all the while. Anarel gritted his teeth as he managed to meet blades with one scimitar, but the other still swing at him at his side and struck.

He winced and was knocked back, losing balance and staggering as he tried to balance himself once more. Anarel ran. He needed to get as far away from Omie's close range as possible. He skidded across the ground onto one knee, spinning around on the floor to face Omie. He swiftly retreived Magni from his back, swinging it into position. He strung another silver arrow back, and tugged hard. Omie was dead center in his gaze.

"Behold Omie, the roots of the Yggdrasil!"

The ground cracked underneath him as he shouted. He shot the arrow. The ground began to split and divide underneath the wake of the speeding arrow, releasing sharp tree roots that revolved around the shaft of the arrow. They sped off toward Omie, the roots stretching and growing in numbers the farther they traveled to their target.

(( Hm, I'll wait for your turn then. ^^ ))

The barrage of tree roots seemed like they had devoured Omie from where Anarel was standing. He could not see her anymore.

He craned his head around, trying to get a good look as to where Omie might be, but the roots had taken up his line of sight. Anarel leaped up on top of the thickest roots, slipping slightly as it curved down and gnarled a trail toward the immobilized Omie.

The silver arrow that was now embedded in her chest shined softly. He narrowed his eyes. Anarel noticed no blood came forth from her wound.

"Tch..."

He swiftly got down on one knee, leaning back slightly to maintain balance on the crooked surface of the root. He slung back a silver arrow in his invisible longbow once more, closing one eye.

"What sort of creature are you...?" He mumbled angrily through his teeth.

He held the fletching of the arrow tightly with his fingers, aiming it at Omie's forehead. The string made a straining sound as he tugged harder against it. He would have shot the arrow and ended it all there, but curiosity got the better of him.

The roots wriggled and writhed underneath him, making the cracks grow wider. Anarel lost balance and fell to the floor, landing on his shoulder.

"Gah!" Anarel yelled.

He rolled over onto his stomach, and pushed up against the ground with his arms. Once he was upright, he turned around only to see the roots loosing their hold on Omie, who seemed more angry than before.

Shadow of her former self? Loki punished? Is this what my mother spoke of?

He shook the thought out of his mind. If he could not defeat her body, he would cast this shadow away with the light from Modi's blade. Anarel leaped high atop a wriggling root, scaling down its gnarled structure toward Omie. Once a few yards away from her, he pushed off of the balls of his feat and launched himself into the air directly at Omie, with his dagger raised above him as he came down onto her.

Anarel's eyes widened as the Coliseum environment faded into the illusion Omie had wrought forth. He did not blink; instead, scanned the area he now found himself in.

Is she a goddess..?

His eyes darted to Omie as she began to speak to him. Anarel rubbed his wrists as they were released. Her image seemed frail, but she was adequately strong.

The seals on the chains were of an old writing -- one that Anarel could partially recognize. He could read parts of it to peice together the ancient scripture for "monster."

He caught her wrist quickly, just as she had done to him, halting her backhand a few centimeters from his face. He did not let go, nor did he move from his place in her illusion. Anarel's eyes narrowed into hers.

"You tell me, ghostly apparition." Anarel shifted his weight, his hand still clasped around her wrist. "It's common sense to defend when one is attacked. Is it not?"

He clenched his jaw, then said through his teeth. "Where have you brought me?! "

((Yes, forfeiting a turn for the sake of arpee conversation. xd ))

As the illusion faded, and the Coliseum grounds came back into view, Anarel tightened the grip on her wrist. The image of Omie being bound to the slab of rock stayed in his mind. The thought of her being prisoner somewhere crept over him. For a moment, Anarel took pity on her, but a quick glance at her mystical glaive and the empty look in her eyes made him think otherwise.

She lingers here as well. Maybe our intentions are one in the same.

"Why did you show me this?!" Anarel yelled as he tugged her forward by her wrist.

Anarel crouched down slightly, curving his arm and clenching his hand into a fist. He jutted his fist forward at an upward angle, coming in for an abrupt uppercut into her stomach as he pulled her in.