"Can you stand, Skabne?" Moira asked, holding out her hand. The boy slowly grabbed it standing up.
The boy was small, with green hair covering his face and hiding his left eye. His right eye was completely white. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a black t-shirt underneath. A single shoulder pad on his left shoulder. It is made of metal. He had two black suspenders on. He was wearing the same kind of cargo pants as Moira with white shoes.
"What is this?!"
"Two people?!"
"That is cheating!"
The crowd began to chant out complaints.
"It is not!" Armfos shouted. All of them stopped.
"Isn't it? You have referred to yourself as we this whole time. Moira's ability...connects you two." Armfos said.
"That is correct." The boy said. HE was smaller and frailer than Moira.
"We are connected by the soul, making us into one entity." Moira continued.
"You can refer to this part of us as Skabne," The boy said.
"Skabne and Moira, huh?" Armfos said, swinging his sword in a quick section. Skabne's arm would be cut off. He would sigh as he turned to Moira. Moira would cut his head off, making him regenerate too.
"Theory tested. You go by the same principle. Regeneration." Armfos said.
"We are immortal!" Skabne said, holding out his hand toward Armfos.
"Immortal," Moria repeated, taking up her halberd.
"Well, guess I have to figure out how to kill someone who can't be killed." Armfos flew forward, swinging his sword.
"Flashfire!" Skabne said, pointing his hand at Armfos, making it form into a pistol. Fire erupted from the tip of his finger in a thin and fine line, piercing Armfos' shoulder.
"F-fuck!" ARmfos fell back, feeling the heat and the pain.
"We have more than one power," Skabne said, jumping back, creating some distance between him and Moira.
"A ranged fireslinger and a melee halberd user. Well, not the first time I have taken on more than one person." ARmfos stood, grabbing his saber.
Armfos flew forward, swinging his sword as he ran toward them, swinging in the air, humming a soft tune.
"Sailor's humming, shallow grave!" He stopped swinging his sword as he appeared in front of Moira, swinging his sword downward. Moira would parry the blow, holding the pole against the blade. Skabne would aim at him with his hand, but he would keep pushing Moira or moving himself, so Skabne didn't have a clear shot.
"You are good, but we are better," Moira said as Skabne ran toward Moira, jumping at her.
"A tackle?" Armfos moved back, but his eyes widened as he saw what had happened. Skabne would enter Moira's body like her back was liquid.
"What the-" Armfos looked in awe as a hand came out of Moira's stomach, making her skin ribble like that of water. The hand shot a firey bullet straight at Armfos. he swung his sword, deflecting a small amount of it but still got hit by it, moving back. Moira would jump forward, leaving Skabne behind, falling out of her body, swinging her halberd, hitting it downward toward Armfos. The pirate would barely deflect the hit before moving back, dodging a few more firey bullets from the boy. Skabne would run around him, pointing his hands at him, while Moira would go forward, trying to swing her halberd at him again. Armfos would let his eyes follow Skabne, and right as he stepped into a certain place, he would swing his hair, jingling his jewels. You could see an explosion of blood as Skabne was thrown into the air, getting cut all around him. Armfos would swing his sword forward, cutting into Moira, but she would step back, letting Skabne heal again.
"You play offensive until one of you gets downed, then the other would step back. I think I'm slowly starting to figure out how to take you down." Armfos said, resting his hand on his handguard again.
"Curios," Skanda said, standing.
"Most curious." Moira continued.
"He did not enter the range of your blade-" Moira said.
"I did not enter the range of your blade, yet I was cut," Skanda said. Armfos would grin as he would swing his sword around in the air.
"I got a lot of powers behind my blade, girl."
"Sailor's humming shallow grave." He said, swinging his sword around, cutting the air.
"He is cutting the air," Skanda said.
"Cutting the air. Why?" Moira said. She raised her halberd, jumping forward. She would spin the halberd around.
"Mountain skewer." She said, lunging her halberd forward, trying to pierce Armfos. Armfos would stop swinging his sword, blocking the spike of the halberd with the flat side of his sword, deflecting it. He would swing his saber forward, cutting Moira over the body, but it was a weak wound, merely scratching her skin. Moira would jump back, swinging her halberd in a giant arc, trying to impact the side of his head. He would quickly move up his saber, deflecting the impact. He would stomp the ground, taking a deep breath, but before he could retaliate, a few fire bullets flew toward him. He would jump back, using the momentum of the halberd to send him flying back.
