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]The sound of a grunt, soon followed by the sound of a shattering pot echoed throughout the empty Coliseum. There stood the lone warrior, spear in hand with the remains of countless pots at his feet. This was a normal site for Ganymede, as the young man stood up straight after the thrust and released a sigh. " Phil, this is getting old. When am I going to move onto something more challenging? I've almost but perfected the art of pot smashing.. " Rolling his eyes, he turned away from the pots to see what the satyr was up too. " Listen kid, if you don't got the basics you don't got a chance. " The satyr spoke those words as he waddled his way towards Ganymede, an apple in his hands taking a bite and speaking with his mouth full. " And where exactly does pot smashing come into play as a basic skill? I don't think any of the people I'll fight are going to be pots, because if they are.. then I stand corrected. " It was obvious sarcasm as he rolled his eyes once more, still not convinced at Phil's words.

With his shield placed up on his back, and his spear slung just under the spear he now stood there with arms crossed as he listened to the " wisdom " of his so-called trainer. " Three words kid! " The half-goat man held up three fingers, getting ready to let loose another one of his gems. " Hard work. I get you in the habit of it now, you'll have it for the rest of your life. If you can't give it your all over the most menial of tasks, how can you expect to give it over anything else! " He had thought he made a good point, a grin wide on his face. It had fallen on deaf ears, as Ganymede was making his way towards empty stands to find himself a seat to rest for a moment. " Phil that was only 2 words, and then after that it was probably more. " He had chosen to focus on his knack for always using more than the allotted words, and missed the main purpose of all of this. So finding himself a seat on the first row of the stands, he would just wait for one of the many attendants to come and bring him his daily lunch.

The opening of the doors to the Coliseum caught his attention, as an eerie quiet swept over the grounds. He had been in the process of removing his battle gear, but halted it when he saw a man walking through. He stood up in a defensive manner, watching this guy as he made his way further in. He was just watching him, trying to get an idea of who he was. It would all be answered when he called out to Phil, and the two began to act buddy buddy. Then he was called over to meet him, as he just rolled his eyes as he stepped down from the stands. Landing with a thud, his armor rattled as he landed. He took his time walking over, not thrilled at the idea of this new guy. He would listen though nonetheless, eventually making his way to him. Looking him up and down, he just nodded when Phil said he was only second to Herc. Like he was suppose to be impressed? Words were one thing, but action was another thing. " Second to Herc? Ha. Prove it. " You could call it cockiness, or just stubbornness, whatever you wanted to call it, he was full of it at the moment challenging some stranger who had just appeared.

"Sure thing."Aequitas said to Ganymede in a very playful manner."Well just go easy on the Kid."Was all Phil said as he waddled back into the lobby, to make sure nobody interfered in the fight, knowing Aequitas and all those techniques he loved to use."Well then this is going to be fun."Aequitas as he muttered to Ganymede as he walked past him stepping up on to the arena. When he was on the far side of the Arena he turned to face Ganymede."Okay well I guess I'll formally introduce myself I am Aequita Sanctus KeyBlade Master."And with that his keybalde Levitas Eclipse appeared in his hand. The he noticed Ketsukei, and he had an feeling that this person was something dark, but it was only a feeling, still he would keep his guard up around him."Yes we are but right now we are in the middle of a training session, or something along those lines."

XXXXX"Training sounds excellent right about now young keyblade wielders. I think I personally could use a little work out. See I have been thinking of a skill which I don't how it will fully pan out. Mind If I use my little trick here?" Cid said, in a gentle tone and well spoken. It was not within him to act otherwise, even if he didn't wear his full armor. Everything would still be the same. He enter the ground through a dark void, which was shape like an heart, with wings on the side, and crown at the top.

A portal that went to endless darkness appeared up in the very top of the stands and possibly the biggest man you ever would see stepped out. Though his face was hidden by a hood and his entire body was garbed in black, the mysterious person simply crossed his arms over his chest and didn't move even as the portal closed. The hooded figure simply looked down at the fight that would soon begin.

(Von, Torsin, you wouldn't notice he was there until I decide to join in.)

XXXXXCid unfold his arms and snap his finders once. Suddenly a ring of blue and black flame circle around them, blocking all exits. "I couldn't dare do harm to one who may be useful to a future plot of mine. Darkness is everywhere, especially when you cause great pain Master Keyblade." Cid jokes, as he was very much serious about what he said. His mind was so twist, a telepathic would have a field trip in his mind.

Holding up his right hand, dark energy begins to build up at a rapid pace. "Repulsion Rays" The armor's primary energy weapon. Standard equipment in the palm gauntlets; can repel physical and energy-based attacks, traveling as a single stream or as a wide-field dispersal. Like so a wave of darkness was fire, but the sinister attack was also explosive and hard. "Was that over the top?"

Looking over his shoulder he notice someone made it through his void. "That is a very dangerous thing to do my boy, to walk through my void is a sign you have quiet a bit of darkness in the complex heart of yours. Now what is this question so I can ask my own question to you?" Cid ask politely, but it had a murderous intent throughout.

With a mighty roar from the portal came Ishril, angered by Snow's mocking, she'd make sure he'd learnt his lesson by the end of this, of course, this was all assuming she beat him and if the reason he fought was not a righteous one, then she would have considerably more trouble beating him however, if he was a righteous man who fought for an ideal he believed strongly in, it would be a mere slaughter.

As she came near him, her spear in one hand, she attempted to smash it straight through his head and right down through his entire body, if he didn't dodge, block or do something it would, without a doubt kill him.

"Puppet am I!?" She screamed into his ears, from mere inches behind him, she could practically put her hand down his throat and tear his lungs straight out as this sort of distance.

((I need to know OOC why your character is fighting by the way Mr Bliss. My weapon works in a way that it takes into consideration why you're fighting. So would you mind telling me?))