Red Six Initiation: Hysteria vs Prophet

[Hysteria]

Talen is operating as the Red for this quest

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Red placed his hand against the door. The cold wooden frame under palm, his red skin complementing the dark wood. Red pushed and the door opened. Sun flooded across the demon and his eyes filled with the scene of a pristine field. Tall lush green grass swayed easily in the light breeze. The smell of summer flowers and the rustling of leaves. The gentle heat of the sun.

Red stepped out of the door and onto the grass. As soon as the door closed behind him it shimmered out of existence. Yellow eyes scanned the birch trees that formed a rough circular clearing. Their white bark and yellow leaves added to the forests soft colours.

“Cheeky monks...” Red smiled, he had asked for something colourful, apparently the monk had decided that green was a colour.

Red lifted his arm up into the air and stretched. The bare red skin of his chest, dotted with dozens of different sized number sixes tightened across his muscular form. The demon brought his hands down and rested them on his head as he waited for his opponent to arrive. A smile spread across the demon's face as an idea congealed. He carried a single sword strapped to his back, but lately he had been using it exclusively. From the demon's elbows dark spikes pierced through his skin and emerged half a foot outwards. Moments later two more pierced through his pants from his knees.

[Prophet]

Xaxan woke up to a pounding on his door, and a dragon licking him. He walke out, shirtless, and grabbed the missive off the nail and walked back inside, it read.

"The Red Six has chosen you, report to Arena 16. When-Now"

He laughed and pressed it ino his pack. He pulled on decent pants and a tight shirt, then pulled on his trench coat. He then took the short walk to the Citadel, and raised an eyebrow at a ring of birch trees, with and imposing yet, not very big man in it, who seemed to be. Red. He did have spikes in his arms though.

"I am Prophet, of Argus! And you are?" He yelled across.

[Hysteria]

“I am here to test you! That is what you need to know, that is what you will know.” Red said, enjoying the opportunity to be overly cryptic, “This will be a test of your metal, of your desire. You are physically big, but do you have what it takes to be big?”

Red paused, feeling the wind against his skin, the sun upon him. He let his senses attune, sharpen to the surroundings. The grass underfoot, the smell of it, the feeling. It was a brief pause, barely noticeable but for the demon it felt like minutes. An idea fluttered into the demon's mind like the wind through the nearby birch trees. His skin darkened, patches of shadows stretching across his skin and lifting up to form a cloak of darkness around his shoulders and arms. It was one of his illusions, but what it lacked in physical tangibility it made up for in strategic use.

The cloak fluttered around Red as he walked forwards towards the Prophet, appearing almost like a jellyfish made of shadows. The demon stopped and lifted his hand out of the shadowy confinds of the cloak and motioned for his opponent to come towards him.

“Attack me, lets see what you've got.”

[Prophet]

sorry for being so late. Trying to order out my quests. And thanks for approving me for Ixians. Grateful for that. Ah and, minor puppets, such as a movement, or dodge, APPROVED

Kyle Prophet, man of massive stature. Known as Xaxan to some, but Kyle seemed more natural. He smiled thinly at the red demon with the spikes, calculated his advantages and stretched out his hands. Slowly, from the Aether, two bladed tonfa formed on his arms. He spun them in a light circle, feeling their nice weight. He laughed at his competitor.

"And we begin, the dance of death. Come, and fight!"

Kyle adopted a stance of lightfooted, fluid, and perfect determination, held his arms at his side, and allowed the thin smile that always marred his face to fade. He yelled across the arena, from the ring of trees, that sacred sanctum, where peace reigns. He added that in, in that sacred Abbey of Trees, weapons, just, stop. They either dissolve, or fall out of your hands.

"And come quickly."