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[Fuma the Maid]

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The servant of Oblivion, Illadar, had just announced the commence of the duels.

First out was Torgan and Miss. Fuma had been waiting in agony for this moment. What if Miss' legs weren't stable enough? As she followed this line of thought, the battling began. Soon after the first strike, the first spell was launched, it became clear who had the advantage. Miss brought down her opponent with ease, and Fuma gasped for air in relief.

As she watched Miss leave the field of battle, two new combatants entered the arena, both females. One of them a mage, one a warrior. The warrior had the most peculiar of weapons, Fuma thought. They seemed to glow with power, yet was not even as large as her own scythe. She wondered how they could possess such power yet be so small? The battle began. One of the females, the mage Isil of the order of the Ebon Skull, was casting her curative spells the fastest she could, since the other combatant wielded her dual weapons with great skill. It appeared to Fuma as though there was never a chance for poor Isil to win this battle, the power of the weapons were simply too immense. As she watched, the mage died.

Then it was the battle of Miss and the warrior. Though the battle seemed unfair with such great weapons, Miss were never hurt badly by their destructive force, and Fuma saw that the spellpower in the purple tome of Miss was far superior to that in the weapons. After a short struggle, Miss stood victorious.

Then it was time for two cultists to battle, Darmug Streea and Illadar, the event coordinator. Even though she had never seen them before, she guessed that Streea would be the winner. His very movements exposed great skill in the art of war, and large muscles, from many hours of training. Poison was employed, and Darmug Streea stood winner.

Fuma's heart beat intensively as it was time for Darmug and Miss to battle. If anything, that battle was a disgrace. The necromantic powers of the Skull stood no chance to the chivalry trusted by Miss to grant her healing. The foul necromantic spells was soon shattered, and Miss stood victorious oncemore.

Then, suddenly an unknown combatant appeared, clad in valorite and white. A great battle ensued, with many spells, and at one time, Miss almost lost the tournament to this unknown mage. She recovered soon thereafter and lashed out with renewed strength, only to be faced with what seemed to Fuma as an inexhaustible amount of mana. No matter what spells Miss used, the man countered them with ease.

At one moment the man flinched, and left a hole in his barrier of spells. To Fuma's great awe Miss ceased the opportunity instantly and turned what seemed as a neverending struggle into glorious victory.

Miss was later announced the champion of the Ball tournament, and was allowed to sit in the throne, in the seat of lord Tyranthraxus.

- Fuma, Maid
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The Maid is always loyal to Miss.

[Wishbone.]

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Parrots were flying this way and that towards Zezal the night of the ball. Parrots with messages from other pirate members beckoning him to come and sign up for some kind of tournament. Zezal put away what his recipe book from what he was reading from and dug through his crates for any usable armor.

When he arrived, Kidd and Cerely pushed him to one of the servants to sign up. Zezal stood and watched two others fight as he waited to be called forth. After the fight, the tournament coordinator called forth both Zezal and another, with whom he called "the fast one".

As the countdown hit zero Zezal's first thought was to do well enough to hold his own as he never did fight much in public or anywhere for that matter.

After both mages threw shots at one another, Zezal became more relaxed and the spells meerly flowed through him like a river. It reminded him of being in the kitchen, mixing things together with ease and then moving to another dish in a smooth motion.

After what seemed like forever, Zezal and the other mage's mind were so tired both stopped instantly to regain their strength. It was much like a stand off, waiting for the first move. Zezal was the first to attack again and the spells were flying once again.

Zezal quickly took a peak at his reagent bag and notice he was starting to run low. He begain to panic and didnt pay attention to on coming spells. With that, the other mage threw down one last lightning bolt and Zezal's lifeless body hit the floor of the arena...
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