[Closed. A fite with Phi.]


This trip to the Citadel had proven strange. As a research member of Corone's GATE, Felicity occasionally took trips to Corone to study the meteor or help with supply runs. The girl had decided on one of these trips to return to the Citadel. Of course, along the way, she was met with bandits and rogues who took survival into their own hands. Of course, Felicity floored them.

As she rested at the steps of the towering Citadel, Felicity munched on some beef jerky. She gazed out into the Broken city, a sense of sorrow overtaking her. The crumbled buildings, the odors of death and sickness. The cloud coated sky, the ash winter. Radansanth looked as if a tornado - no, an army of tornadoes - decided to touch down and go berserk on the place. Yet, despite everything, the Citadel stood mighty as ever.

Footsteps were heard from the entrance. Felicity turned to see workers pulling a cot out of the entrance. It was an unmoving person, dead from an unknown cause. Felicity looked away, choking up, as the corpse was carried to a large cart piled with more casualties. She closed her eyes. The monks apparently had converted their sacred Citadel into a relief center. They even used their skills to heal injured and sick people. Their one stipulation was that the dead stayed dead. Resurrection was limited to the fights.

Sometimes, sick people purposefully picked fights and died so they could be resurrected in health. Not all cheated the system, however, as the worst off could not even walk.

As the clouds rolled on above, Felicity shoved the last piece of jerky into her mouth. As she chewed, she turned around and entered the Citadel.

In the lobby, a mass of beds and cots could be seen lined row after row. As dim light shone through the ancient windows, the occasional cough and moan could be heard. Once again, the young fighter felt overwhelmed.

She was approached by a monk. Cloaked, hooded, and robed as usual. The monk bowed as he asked the usual question. "Are you here for treatment or a fight?"

Felicity shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Fight."

The monk bowed again and motioned her to follow. They departed from the massive entry hall, footsteps echoing as they left. They went down a small hallway which was just the same as the entryway. Pale, stone walls and uneventful floors. It was especially cold since the ash winter started. Felicity was rubbing her arms to keep warm.

The monk opened a door and motioned for her to enter. Felicity did.

She had to shake her head to get all those beds out of her mind. The ruins, the bodies...

"No!" She shouted, eyes closed. "Focus!"

It was time to fight.

She opened her eyes to the dimension the monks created for her and her opponent.