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Grayson watched the interaction with curiosity as well, "Just don't let things get out of hand," he said finally, "Julianna step back." Julianna stepped back by Kilia sitting down next to her. Grayson stepped out of the way also.

Tristan had been watching Soran the whole time, looking at the hand gun. "What the puny little thing," he said in return. "ok, then I will give you a try." Tristan opened up his magic system and dragged off a spell that took the form of a staff.

"The hell? Hey, just cuz its small doesn't mean its not going to hurt," Soran countered, then lifted an eyebrow as Tristan summoned a staff, "Seriously? A staff? Against a gun...." he grinned, "Are we compensating," he teased and prepared to move as he lifted the weapon in his hand slightly.

"I've got nothing to compensate for," he commented in return, "remember...big...strong, and well muscled here." He chuckled slightly and he prepared for Soran attack

Sorans face went brilliant red as he stuttered, his heart hammered and he lost concentration. Stuttering he froze for a good five long seconds before he finally regained his composure, "Tristan!" he yelled in embarrassment then raised the weapon and fired, aiming at the boys shoulder.

He knew that using Soran's own words would probably provoke the other, but those five seconds allowed him to think of a defense. One half of the staff fanned out to a makeshift shield and blocked the firing of the others weapon. He moved in closer before the other fired again, trying to back him into the corner.

Soran gasped so fast! he thought to himself and tried to recover. His first mistake was losing those precious five seconds when Tristan had teased him in return. Okay, maybe this was a very bad idea, he thought to himself as he backed away trying to keep pace with the taller boy. Firing the weapon again, he aimed for Tristan's wrists as he dropped backwards. Looking for an escape, he dropped down and threw himself to the side, rolling as he went. Coming up on the other side of the red head, he quickly lifted the weapon to fire it again.

Tristan side-stepped and the first firing missed his wrists, if it continued on behind him. it would have been blocked by Grayson. He quickly turned to follow the movements of the other and threw up his shield hopefully in time to block the other attack, but as he felt a slight sting knew he hadn't been quite fast enough. His own attack came with the other end of the staff aiming at the others gun, trying to swipe it from his hands.

Soran felt elation at the sight of his discharge clipping Tristan, but then he was immediately thrown for a loop as the end of the staff whipped out at him so quickly that he hadn't seen it in time. It slammed into the weapon in his grip and threw it from his numbed fingers. With a sharp, startled cry, he fell backwards as he had been kneeling a moment before. Back peddling, he tried to gain some distance between himself and Tristan to summon another weapon, but he knew he wasnt going to be nearly fast enough.
Tristan followed the other, and pointed the staff at the others neck, "Soran," he wanted to get the others attention before he continued his spell.
Soran took and held his breath as he backed away but stopped as soon as the staff came up under his chin. Lifting his head, he watched the staff only, gritting his teeth, damn it... that wasnt fair... he thought to himself. However at the sound of his name, he turned his gaze upwards to look into Tristan's violet eyes.
A smile appeared on Tristan's face and he backed up slightly, the staff disappeared and he held out his hand. "Good fight," he added at the end.

Jonathan could only watch the training of Kilia and then the beginning of the sparring of Soran and Tristan. He could only watch whilst he tried to push all ideas about bringing the dead Oni had caused. Also yesterday, Damian suddenly vanished for a while and didn't come see Robin for awhile. Something was telling Jonathan another ghost is coming to see him. One connected to his family. One more dark and sinister. If it was who Jonathan thought it was, he didn't like it. It would be ten times as worse as Oni right this minute. But only to him.

Before he could elaborate further on his assumption, a loud snoring sound came from right next to him. Peter O'Cyrus had been staying up late training in the training rooms. "Peter seemed to be doing his own strength and self defense preparation on his own time." thought Jonathan. He shook his head at the sound of his snoring. He simply poked Peter.

"Ah!! Monster! Giant Lizard! Monster riding Giant Lizards!!" Peter shouted, "Oh it's just you Mr. Glum and Grump." Peter yawned and shook his head. "What'd I miss??"

"Tristan got his hindquarters handed to him by Julianna and he's fighting Soran right at this moment." Jonathan replied almost bluntly. Peter rolled his eyes.

"You look like you've seen a ghost. Wanna talk about it?" Peter asked, almost sarcastically.

"No." Jonathan said almost suddenly looking around in slight shock. He didn't want the others to actually figure it out. Or find out. They'll think he's gone crazy in the wake of Yve's death And pull him out. Truth be told. He wasn't sure what to think. Right now he still didn't know whether or not his Epiphany is either him wanting to be very brave, or his guilt making him very stupid. Fear also Gripped him. Jonathan felt slightly nervous, Damian wasn't anywhere and he could feel a dark thing creeping up on him steadily. If he could only knew what it meant. No, he did know. It wasn't what, it was who it meant.
"Darion." he thought in his own terror.

"Oy! I cry foul!!!" Peter shouted. "I cry foul here!! Foul!!"

Kilia giggled a bit at Peters outburst. It was clear the other two were not paying attention to the others in the room. She covered her mouth as she laughed, shaking her head slightly, "I don't think fouls are even possible here," she said softly before popping another peach into her mouth.

"Well I cry foul cause he was cornering him!" Peter said trying to counter the lady's statement,

"There are no rules in single combat duels. There are wagers." Jonathan said bluntly whilst shooting an annoyed glare at Peter before shaking silently. Jonathan felt for some odd reason cold.

Kilia laughed at the two of them. Soran reached out and took Tristan's hand, allowing the taller boy to pull him to his feet, a bright blush on his cheeks, "U-um... th--thanks," he said, his gaze downwards. Glancing back up to Tristan he smiled too, "Youre pretty good," he replied.

Soran's eyes grew wide as he spotted something behind Tristan. He dragged on the boys hand a shout filling the air from him, "Tristan!" Something tore him from the boys hold though, a bright blue light flashed between them causing Soran to stumble backwards from the force of it. Landing hard on his back he watched, horrified as the female goddess reached out and wrapped her hands around Tristan's shoulders, holding him close.

"My my, how easy you made this for me. A group of Seers with the Guardians all in one place. So convenient, I think Ill be having a bit of fun here," she said with a giggle. Her eyes were a bright orange as she turned to Tristan. She ran a finger down the side of his face as she rested on him, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in possessing any of you. Got orders and all that. Pity really, you seem pretty strong. Such a lovely boy too," she cooed.