"ILFRI!" Alexander grabbed the railing, watching her as she got pierced from all sides. One went through her right thigh. One went through her left arm, one went through her already punctured shoulder, and one had cut her over the head. She was slightly suspended in the air, bleeding down the spikes of blood.
"Ow, ow, ow." You heard the wooden sandals as the tall figure came walking again.
"Not now..." Alexander watched the arena with shaking eyes.
"Now now, don't be so hasty to anger." The figure began to fan himself again.
"You think this is fun, Vermon?!" Alexander roared as his eyes shinned pure yellow for a moment and a pair of arms wrapped around him.
"Don't worry, Lily. No reason to bring out the real Alexander. I'm merely jesting. This concerns me as well." The figure turned toward the arena once more, fanning himself with his pure pink fan.
"Our little lady down there isn't done yet." The fan closed, showing pearl white skin behind it, long sharp fangs, and almost creepy red eyes with black scleras—pink seaweed-like hair, resting down the face.
"Hihihihihi, this is gonna be amazing, isn't it? Now come, my little sparrow, grow, become an eagle." He laughed, fanning himself, making his pink hair move.
"IS THIS IT, FOLKS. IT SEEMS LIKE ILFRI HAS BEEN CAPTURED, AND SPAERAD, WILL THIS FINALLY BE END ON THE BATTLE BETWEEN THE GLOVE AND THE-DEAD-END?!"
"Let's go!" Damien roared.
"Nice job, Hunter!" Librisca roared.
"YAHOO!" Delilah strums her guitar, making a powerful sound.
"Who is that over there?" Vindur vanished as he saw someone with Alexander. Angelise followed Vindur's previous line of sight and fell on the figure next to Alexander.
"One of their contenders?" Angelise laughed.
"Steel...Eagle...Blade fourth form-" She held up her hand, allowing the spike to bite a bit more at her skin.
"Wind bash!" She swung her hand in a big arc, breaking the spears apart, falling to the ground, landing sluggishly on her feet. She wobbled a bit back and forward but then slowly got to her feet, pointing her hand forward.
"Didn't you learn anything?" Hunter sighed, moving his hand forward, collecting all the blood from the broken spears into a sphere in front of him.
"Deep...slow... breathe." She said to herself, trying to calm down.
"The martial forms won't work anymore. Nest hunter, wind sweep, beak pummel, steel beak, and hawk won't work. It seems that the effect of dual won't either. Feather, feather vibration, dancing feather, collected feather and the fifth form" She took a deep breath.
"I have to rely on my blade formation. Screech, talon dance, number three, wind bash, number five, murder of crows and number seven." She moved up her hand and then formed two complete solid palms slightly tilted diagonally like a blade.
"Steel eagle, blade third form-" She took a deep breath, bending her body down, placing both hands on the ground, slightly moving her left leg back to make her hips thrust into the air, almost like a feline.
"Using your blades again? Didn't I tell you that it won't work?" Hunter made the sphere begin to bubble.
"Umbral liquid, drizzle!" He shot out an army of tiny blades.
"Liftoff!" She shot forward like a human missile and a split second later, having her hand trusted through his shoulder.
"F-fast!" He stumbled back.
"Followed by. Blade fifth form-" She kicked him back, moving her hands into an X.
"Talon grip!" She cut him in an X-formation over the chest, making him stumble back and spew out blood. She then took a deep breath.
"Followed by. Blade seventh form!-" She took a step forward and, with one single step, appeared behind him, as she had teleported.
"gliding wing." She lowered her hand, and a giant cut appeared over Hunter's stomach, making him fall to the ground.
