Born Of Void And Spirit

Arc 0.1

A Rogue's Rage

Soul of the Shadows and Hecture the Spectral One faced one another with relaxed,docile postures.Hecture is a tiny,2 foot tall Semi-Spirit with the appearance of a Humanoid, quasi-transparent gray toddler and a large fez hat that levitated above his head. Independently from his influence,the fez hat possessing a sinister,slanted gold-blue eye that can move and focus on objects as if it was a living Creature.
Soul is a much larger(though barely 4-foot tall) black Hollow Seraph holding the build of a thin Humanoid teenager with a soft,feminine face, large hands and feet,a loose,hooded sweatshirt,baggy white trousers, glistening white eyes, and short white hair.Their black skin and white eyes were peculiar enough as it is,but it's their most distinctive features was what truly marked their status as a unusual being- the six avainoid, black wings that rested from their upper back.Despite wearing clothing,the wings were able to be out in the open without the need for holes on the back of the sweatshirt, as if they are composed of jet black gas.

The Semi-Spirit pointed his forefinger to the heavens, behaving in a way a teacher would go their pupil.

"...In this match between us,"
Hecture states,
"you desire to not use your Special Skills,yes?"

His voice-deep,rich,and strong- unbefitting of his appearance.This is due to the fact that unlike most Living Beings,Semi-Spirits do not develop past their first year of existence.
They are able to grow in power and intelligence,but their appearance tend to stagnate.It's only their voice that tell of their true age.

"Yes,"
Soul states,their expression and grave voice devoid of clear emotion.
"I will only use Martial Skills.
Such as punching and kicking.
That is my decision."

The Semi-Spirit nods in complete support of Soul's choice.

"I respect that decision,my Friend.
I intend to use my Special Skills alone.
Your superb Melee abilities could prove to be an adequate test to practice my new Short Range Spells."

"So we will use different styles of combat."

They clapped their hands in excitement,though their expression remained neutral and tranquil.

"Good fun.Then after our fun of goodness,we will search for more evildoers to defeat.
Do you agree with that suggestion?"

Hecture nods in a chipper fashion.

"I agree wholeheartedly.
Now let us bow before initiating our contest."

"Yes."

Soul placed their hands to their sides before conducting a rigid,formal bow of their upper body.
Hecture's bow was a lot more lax and was supplemented by his arms touching his chest, but it was still a very polite display of mutual respect.
Then they both assumed their fighting positions.
The Hollow Seraph's stance resembled that of a traditional Muay Thai Boxer of our Realm; their fingerless gloved fists held in front of their face,their thin arms protecting their abdomen, and the balls of their bare feet are lifting themselves up and down in a steady, persistent pattern.
The Semi-Spirit,meanwhile, held out his left hand and spread his toeless feet apart,his expression becoming focused and stern.
Soul took a step forward to initiate a light punch,but the sudden sound of unraveled sand prompted both Beings
to jump back.
A trail of silver swooped by where they were standing before,causing more clouds of sanddust to pelt the pair's faces.