How he had managed to get into a physical altercation with the God of Dynamis, he didn’t remember. Mateus probably didn’t like the way that the viera had looked at him and wanted him gone. “Is that all you got?” He sneered, despite the fact that the God was obviously toying with him, dodging almost every single strike that came his way. Those that hit barely did any damage to his armor. Mateus was almost laughing at the poor mortal. So much for a supposed Eikonslayer.

He raised his scythe into the air, preparing for a strong magical attack when a sudden bolt of lightning hit his weapon and he was forced to drop it. He had also, in perfect N’arfi fashion managed to stumble and fall onto his back. “Hells!” Somehow the God has gotten into his blind spot and he only saw a mass of yellow through his blinded eye. N’arfi was exhausted and battered but he had to keep going so he sat up.

The God went for a final punch thinking that it would all be over but the viera caught his fist, he was shaking and struggling but it was held in place. He looked surprised for half a second but quickly changed his expression. But that half a second was enough to massively boost N’arfi’s ego. “I am an insignificant mortal in your eyes and yet you still seemed surprised.” He slowly stood back up on his feet, still holding his fist. “You should be afraid.” Of course, this was just a poor attempt of powerplay. He’d need at least several of his strongest companions to actually land any actual damage on the God.

He could feel his arm give out, so he moved slightly to the side, letting go. As the God of Dynamis stumbled forward, the viera took the opportunity to jump up on his back to tear into the God’s perfectly sculpted face with his claws. They say that a viera while in a furious rampage could tear through normal humans with just their hands. But to Mateus the thought of someone even attempting to claw at his wonderfully beautiful face was enough. He instantly started screaming in complete horror and threw the viera off of him and ran away. How could anyone dare to violate his perfect face like that?

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He gets very physically strong when threatened and under pressure. He struggles with people who get too far into his personal space because his weapons are mid to long range.

TwizzlyTwist hopefully you like this! Idk If I went overboard or not... lol 

Fukagawa grinned wide, his teeth were sharp, pointed, and canine. Around him, the air whistled as he danced around N’arfi. His feet were as fast as the wind that carried him, and his eyes glew like the heavens, with slits hidden in the middle like an array of sunspots. “You have a warped connection to nature, and now you fight it,” he spoke loudly and powerfully. His eyes glared down at N’arfi, he wanted him scared. The Viera in turn, frowned, unfazed by Fukagawa’s words or intimidating aura, he surely wasn’t off-put by the O’tsins shown power.

Fukagawa grinned wider. “I like your confidence.” He tucked a punch into the ground near N’arfi’s feet, shaking it like an earthquake. “Fighting spirit is power.” He struck again fast, breaking the earth, causing his opponent to lose his balance momentarily. “But, power is also power.” Fukagawa laid an open-handed strike to N’arfi’s chest, forcefully sending him flying backwards in a flash, whilst the smile on the O’tsin’s face never faltered. He enjoyed every fight, and this one was no different!

As N’arfi caught himself on the loose soil, gliding to a stop with his clawed hand lightly touching its surface for support, he caught the O’tsin’s bright and constant gaze. Fukagawa grinned like a cat, his eyes like half-moons, as he watched his opponent push himself off the ground... Annoyed by hand-to-hand combat, N’arfi thought to change up the game --- After a few sharp moves and dodges around the spirit, N'arfi revealed a giant, powerful, and enchanted scythe in a bright slice strike that shook the near world.

Fukagawa slapped his hands together, catching the shockwave scythe at its blade, it fizzed and whistled blue lightening, growling at Fukagawa from just in front of his face! He scowled at the weapon, though its power was radiating and obvious, the O’tsin showed true disdain towards it. “Something to even the playing ground?” Fukagawa laughed carelessly. “Don’t worry, it won’t work just as easy as you think it will!!” Tossing the blade to the side Fukagawa swiped N’arfi’s legs out from under him in a swirl of leaves. The Viera hit the soil with a thump! Fukagawa shook his head and another gleaming smile to his face — whilst looking down at the Viera, hands at the ready stance, and hair fizzing in the air around him, almost as if electrocuted. “You may admit defeat at any moment,” he reminded N’arfi in a friendly manner, his teeth exposed in that genuine smile of joy. "But not too soon, I'm enjoying this!" 

NP: Fukagawa is a martial arts master --- he knows every form known. As a spirit, he also has mystical power, speed, strength, and sight. He dislikes most weapons, except for shields (As in he prefers not to fight with weapons). Read his bio for more info! 

"So, a friendly shparring match! Alright, you know i can never turn down an offer like zat!" Ceres brass knuckles glimmered in the evening sun. "Anyfing goes. First one down loses! Don't go easy on me just cause im sick, alright!!" Ceres bounced on his ankles preparing for his opponents attack. They exchanged punches, kickes, dodges and hits. A span of a few minutes became what felt like hours, before ceres is the first to double over, hands over his mouth like he's gonna throw up.

"Wow! haha... I'm out bud. Zat was a good match but woo gosh im worn out!! I'll be sore..." He takes off a pair of his knuckles and lends a hand out to shake hands. "You beat me good for someone unarmed, next time i wont go easy on ye."

vv please check out his abilities tab!!

(^I hope it make sense)

Tilo himself isn't a fighter. He is not the type of man that would fight someone, but he is not the person who would run away when someone wants to fight either. Though, as he stumbled a mysterious person, seemingly hurt but at the same time, resilient and steady. As Tilo approached the person with a long coat, he didn't expect what it came to him. The person in long coat readied her knife and going to Tilo's chest.

"Tsk, A sneaky one eh", Tilo dodged the gleaming blade coming from J's hands, he leaped towards a lamp post with his skateboard. "You can never catch me!" He boasted, he kept leaping until he reached towards a broken window from an abandoned building. When Tilo saw J looking for him, he took the opportunity to strike quickly, however the attempt was a futile one. J grasped Tilo's tail without a problem, as if carrying an empty bag. "What are you, Superman with knives?", Tilo tried jump and dodge from J, but it was no use, the grappling strength was too strong for him. Seems Tilo's encounter of the day was unusual, a person with inhuman abilities, a skilled knife user. 

The place is quite empty either, no one was passing by as Tilo and J were fighting. "Aaaa" Tilo cried out of pain, "Shit, this person's strong... Even you look like someone who just came out from the hospital." He tried to kick as he can in order to get away from J, as soon as he tries to bite J's hand, J released him but didn't felt pain. "Come on!" Tilo taunted, trying to provoke someone stronger than him might not be a good idea, but he still thinking of how to defeat this superpowered individual. J opened her mouth wide, like a monster gnawing it's prey, the teeth seem to be sharp and strong. Luckily, Tilo avoided the bite and kicked J from the knees, just to make her not chasing up Tilo. While it's time for him to take the chance to get away from this fight, Tilo reached his skateboard and skated as fast as he could. J got up quickly, chasing the skater but Tilo cannot defeat J further.  Getting away is more a valid option, the skater has no match with someone with inhuman abilities at all. He saw his friends going to him as they try to find Tilo near the abandoned building. 

"So long!" Tilo bid a farewell to J "See you again soon, but this time with my squad!"

NP: Tilo has different methods to fight, either a music fight (like musical duel, any instrument can do), skating contest (Tilo can use skateboard or rollers, but most probably skate board), or the classic combat. If using combat, Tilo primarily uses claws or make use of his clever tricks/pranks/challenges to dodge or mess up people. He doesn't have fancy magic or cool powers other than he has strong scales and dodging and parkour stuff. He is pretty athletic

The old knight takes a steady breath, his grip tightening along a leather-wrapped hilt as he raises it to a ready position. Hason's gaze watches Tilo silently, seemingly biding his time to find the opportune time to strike. It was certainly an odd request, but one that Hason didn't particularly mind it. After all, it was a good chance he supposes to shake off the old cobwebs and get a little more active at least.

The only indication that Hason is moving is a sigh and suddenly he's surging forwards, like a bull charging. Before he reaches Tilo, he plants a foot and with the remaining momentum allows the sword to swing and slice through the air where Tilo would have been standing. To be fair, the lizard man is quick, quick enough to get out of the way of that hardened steel. A flicker of appreciation in the older man's eyes before he turns and swings again. There was no doubt that there was a well-controlled strength behind each swing, each one with the power behind it to split something... or someone in half.

Each stroke seemed capable of ending the battle, the metal on stone ground sending sparks bouncing across the ground and illuminating shadows along the knight's cape. For every glancing blow Tilo lands on the knight, the older man just seems to take it in stride, either moving with the blows to cushion those hits or bearing the wounds with a stubborn kind of dignity. At some point, the barest hints of a smile create an upturn in his mustache, and an excited glint flickers in his green eyes. Perhaps it was Tilo's dexterity that drew his interest, or perhaps the lizard man's unusual wiles and tricks.  

He takes another hint with a grunt and instead of turning his sword on the Tilo, he grabs at the musician and give him a rough shove back. Such a maneuver was often used to readjust form or create an opening. Hason does non of those things, instead easing the tension in his muscles and sighing. The broadsword's tip is pointed towards the ground as the old knight comes to a halt and laughs.

"Well, what did you think? I must admit I was a little bewildered when you asked me to swing my sword around at you, like that game you mentioned erm... what did you call it... Skyrim?" The knight tilts his head and seems to nod to himself, reminding himself. "Yes. I hope I have achieved or surpassed your expectations on that front. You certainly did. I don't think I've had a quick duel I have enjoyed this much." A guffaw is given, and he plants one free hand on his hip. 

"You've got guts for someone who looks like they've never picked up a sword in their life. I can appreciate that. 

NP: Hason is an old Knight and paladin, and he primarily uses a broadsword in both hands for battle. His technique would be considered more defensive, but it is certainly a powerful and heavy-handed approach to sword fighting. He's a hefty guy and can also take a few hits, especially when garbed in armor. As a paladin, he also is a spell caster though most of his spells are either meant to boost his strikes with other elemental or spiritual power, or things that strengthen himself or his companions. ( I would also encourage you to read his abilities tab on his profile as I explain it better there ahaha)

(Oop the dads are fighting ehehehe, he is so mad lmaooo.)

Hason’s face had remained mostly impassive, a stiff sort of hostility that would have felt familiar to the thief resting in his eyes. A general acceptance of the other being a thief and Hason simply doing his duty to country.

And perhaps it would have remained that way of Roswell hadn’t quite run his mouth about his daughter. As soon as Illanya comes up, surprise that morphs into a face twisting rage seems to power his strikes into something less controlled. Strikes no longer meant to incapacitate, but rather to kill.

A roar of anger accompanies his next charge, his gaze following Roswell with a level of hostility that seemed more personal. If anything, he doesn’t seem as concerned about the money the thief brandishes,

“You stay the fuck away from my daughter!” He snarls, raising a hand to a burst of vines that coil and writhe where Roswell had been standing moments before. It would likely be familiar to the thief but the power of it was so much more potent than that of his daughter, the magic tearing up the floor with its strength.

Hason doesn’t say any more to the thief, only flinging his sword at him as he climbs and slips away into the night, the broad sword lodging itself into the wall. The old knight heaves for breath, eyes wide and fearful, before he tugs a horn from his belt and presses it to his lips.

A clear, sharp blast of sound rings out from it, and after blowing it he waves a hand, more vines tugging the sword from the wall and returning it to his hands.

“THIEVES! Thieves in the castle!” He bellows, turning to run out the door and in the direction he could guess they disappeared to. To most it would be seen as doing his duty, to go after this one eyes thief. To Hason though? This was more personal, and if he had to attend to it himself that this crow kept his mouth shut, then he would do whatever it takes to ensure that. Permanently.

_{^ SDFSDJKLF this will be their next interaction}

Roswell's head buzzed with adrenaline. Blood oozed from his nose. His hands were damp and clamped around the handle of his kram. The dagger's curved blade was crafted in such a way that it could misguided the blade of a sword short. A weapon often carried by the Wacht. Its curve was totally useless against the heavy broadsword Hason was carrying. Roswell swallowed. His throat was dry. His heart drummed in his chest. He was nothing against Eun's paladin, just another woodchip in the machine.

Roswell's feet moved carefully over the arena sand as he smiled at his opponent. Blood had coloured his teeth red. "Oi've seen yer daughter," he taunted. As he tensed his muscles to ready himself dodge another of Hason's swings. "Oh aye, oi did. Good lass she is, keepin' her back straight 'nd eyes forward," he said. Roswell's grin grew crooked. "But she's different roi? Yer two know a lil secret about her," Roswell said. The thief took some quick steps and lifted his kram up and his free arm down forwards his belt. "She told me enough about yer, about yer kingdom dat oi just 'ad to make a visit," he continued. "Oh yer have raised her strong, aye. But naive," he said. "People are like locks yer know dat roi? Yer don't always need strength to open dem," Roswell sat another step, one closer this time. "Just de roi words. Just de small bit of pressure on the de roi spot 'n she be squealin' loike a piglet. Tellin' me, no trustin' me with de knowledge dat dis knight academy of yers has sum money lyin' around." Roswell's free hand elegantly picked the bag of coins of his belt and gave it a gold jangle. The movement however quickly changed in a jab forward with his kram. It was not aimed to hit the knight in his armour, but more of a bluff move. One that allowed Roswell to step to the other side, quickly, and 'safety' out of the broadswords reach and toward the rope that still dangled over the academy's wall. His ticket out of here. "Illanya has been so honest with me," he said as he took a step backward towards the rope, his free hand already reaching for it. "Oi don't know de exact ding about her dirty lil' secret. Yer combined secret. But oi'll find out." his hand reached the ropes and gave it a hard thug. Singling Salvador that had been waiting for him to pull him up. "And oi'll make so much money off from it."

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Roswell is the type that relies on quick jabs in the dark and attacks from the back. He's no honest fighter AT ALL. Mostly fighting to get out of a situation. He fights with a kram, a long dagger with a curved blade that's made to deflect short swords or curl easily around ropes and strings (banden) of coin purses. He also carries a gun! But it's been empty for years. He uses it to bluff with. Oh! Roswell never kills or infects wounds that could, it's against the thief's code (and he also is a wiener and a wuss that would never kill code or not).

Oz was working in his office when one of his employee's knocked at his door "Come in!" He responded, his eyes still layed on what he was writing until he finished his sentence. He pulled back on his chair, tilted his head and looked at the younger man who approached "Mr.Nael, we have a problem with one of your customers, uh... It's... The blonde man in a golden armor.. Mateo I think his name was?" and upon hearing that, the vampire didn't even know what he did just yet and he already facepalmed "...Mateus, what did he do?" he muttered with an exasperated tone of voice. His employee, a little awkward, cleared his throat "W...Well... He did... A few things actually... Uh... First he came in the bar kicking the door and smashed it completely, he-" the younger man stopped as he could hear Oz visible groan "Bloody fucking hell..." as he got up "A-and... He uh... He... May have knocked out a customer that got on his nerves... Also... He sorta kinda... Wanted to show how powerful his thighs were... And he-" and the look on Oz's face said everything when he spoke about thighs, he had scowl on his face as the man swallowed his spit nervously and finished up "H..He maaaay have shattered a few things between his thighs... Making a mess around."

Oz raised his hand as to tell him to stop as he marched out of his office and grumbled "I'll go check for myself." as he didn't have the energy to listen anymore. He went back to the bar just to see Mateus demanding he speaks to the manager because some of the employee's were asking him to leave but didn't know how to handle it "MATEUS!" growled Oz in an annoyed tone. He never spoke like that to a customer, it was because he knew him that he did and every gazes suddenly turned from the bullshit going on to the pissed off vampire man.

The two started arguing as Oz immediately demanded Mateus to fix his mess, refusing to give him any drinks until everything was fixed. And it seemed as though Mateus decided he wasn't going to take it as he approached the red head 2 inch's off his face "I am a god, Ozwald, what are you going to do to stop me? I'm tired of having people tell me I can't do this or that. Mateus, stop breaking the door, Mateus, stop dropping bricks on people's head! Mateus, you can't just kill a random man in my bar because we protect assholes, Mat-" and Oz grunted "Mateus, I've told you so many times their is a bloody place and time to do certain things!" and Mateus just raised a hand "Shh, I'm not done!" Causing Oz to raise an eyebrow and cross his arms "You guys are only happy when I do as you want, so for once, I come here and I just want to have fun." and Oz muttered "You knocked out a man." as he pointed the man with his hand, still glaring at Mateus "He barfed on my armor." scowled the god "Like, I've said it many times, it's not that difficult, if you need to barf, you just don't! That's how I do it!"

The more he spoke to the god, the more he felt like he was losing brain cells as he rubbed his nose bridge, arguing with him a little bit more. People stared at their verbal fight until Mateus muttered "You can't kick me out, Oz, I am a god and you know it! Theirs nothing you can-" and finally, Oz had it. He back handed slapped Mateus across the face with all his strength, and BOY that slap was so loud you could probably hear it across the street. Their was a moment of silence between the two, everyone held their breath in this intensly dramatic moment as Mateus turned his gaze back at Oz, scoffing "D-Did you just slap me?" before Oz muttered "Yes. Yes I did. Now fix your shit!" he grunted, his cold gaze staring straight at Mateus "HOW DARE YO-" and VLAM, another slap across the face "Fix...Your...Shit!" he growled at him.

Mateus, dumbfounded, scoffed again, flipped his hair, reversed time to before he shattered everything and just flipped off Oz as he walked out dramatically, still scoffing continuesly. Oz, due to the time reversed, didn't remember what happened nor why he was there... So he just saw an angry Mateus flipping him off.

NP. I know Oz's bio is long, you can just quickly check his personality and his abilities if you wish, but in a short version Oz has the abilities to control shadows. He may or may not use them depending on where he is, if he has to hide what he is and act like a human, he'll fight like a human and even controls more his strength because a human with his level of muscle (he's got muscles but not like a body builder if you see what I mean) wouldn't be able to shatter someone's skull, quite obviously. The amount of strength he uses also depends on his opponent, he's not going to use all his abilities at someone who he could just flick. But in general, when he does use his powers, he often fights from a certain distance and focus's on using shadows to fight, again take a look at his abilities if you want to play with that. It just depends on what they are fighting for, he's not going to go full on if it's just for something stupid or silly. Feel free to dm me if you have a question.

claiming rq

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//this is very silly so sorry it was funny though :sob: apologizing so hard if this is ooc i tried

has: little bit of blood

np: nutty literally just fights with his claws and legs and he has the strength of a tiger that felt a bit sleepy that day lol

v i literally forgot this existed but this gave me a good hehe , demotion was never out of the question with him but he's smart enough when he wants to be to the point theyre nervous trying to replace him with someone else :3