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You guys don't have a normal traing room so i took it upon myself to make this

~Jack walks into the Training room his hands in his pockets and just waits, his dirty green eyes seem to glisen in the night. His Jet black hair blends in with the night and he just waits looking aroud the empty large room.~

*Sighs as he glances around, before allowing his dark red eyes to rest upon the man*

"Indeed I did...Now will you defend yourself, or allow me to lacerate you into a billion pieces?"

*Arline smiles lightly, his emerald green hair swaying softly in an unknown breeze. Overlooking his opponent slowly, Arline lightly brushes the emerald hair from his dark red eyes, which were completely focused on Jack. Arline now proceeds to allow his right hand to trail down to his left hip, which respectivaly held his one-handed sword, the Falchion. He smiles softly as he glances up to Jack*

"When your dying, I'll tell you my reason for attacking you...."

*Arline now draws his sword, the Falchion. The moment he drew his blade, the ground shook abit, dust from the ceiling lightly falling. Arline now stabs his blade into the ground, the floor cracking around him. A light green tint can be seen encircling him, his hair moving in a gracious movement about his body, his dark red eyes turning a light emerald for but a moment. Arline now holds the Falchion in his right hand, his left hand was by his left thigh in an open palm. Arline begins to walk towards Jack, his hair flowing with each step, his arms open as though he were welcoming Jack into his arms. Once Arline is about 30 feet away from Jack, he stops, and stands with his left side facing Jack. A light smirk sparks across his face*

"Defend yourself..."

*Arline now literally erupts from his position on the battle field. He rocketed forwards, and as he did so, the ground beneath him races away from his being, creating an up-kick of smoke and various debris behind him. As he sped fowards, Arline kept his left hand infront of his face in a graceful gesutre, as his right hand held the Falchion firmly behind his back. His attire and hair seemed to sway in unison with eachother, a light trail of emerald mist following closely behind him. Once Arline was in range, he sweeps downards, the ground beneath him caving in. Placing his feet graciously on the ground, he spins counter-clockwise, and swings masterfully with his blade, aiming to completely slice through Jack's knees. Arline would then gracefully step backwards, spin his blade along his wrist with his right, and strike vertically upwards, aiming to slice Jack's initial face in two. Arline would end the serious of graceful sword movements with a hasty stab, aimed to drive itself directly into Jack's solar plexus. As he did so, Arline stepped forwards, yet kept his left hand by his stomach in an open palm, his dark red eyes focused on Jack incase he were to attempt a counter attack. With every step, his graceful hair swayed, his clothes moved with him, and his eyes never left his opponent*

Wow....God modder. Sorry for bothering you...never gonna fight you again xd

*After being hit by all of Jacks god modding attacks, Arline leaves*

((...Alore... I swear I've heard that surname before... xd ))

okay. am i the only one here who wants to do real training instead of trying to kill somebody?

((Its been awhile since I posted any of my tech.s on here, lol, Orb, we should spar sometime again, they used to be fun ^_^ ))

*I enter the training room, carrying a large mass over my sholder. Walking over to a corner of the room, I drop the mass and begin to move it and shape it, untell I have an area of the ground coverd that is roughly 10x10 feet, with little 4 foot high walls on each side, I step over one of the 'walls' and stand in the center of the makeshift 'room'.

I bring my hands up to my chest and perform several seals, some of which are the seals of my bloodline, and some of which are common seals. After several seconds of performing the seals, I finish with the seal 'Kyo' and a loud "KAIA". Soon after thousands of thin threads begin to eminate from every pore on my body, forming together a few feet from me into three copies, almost identical to myself.

Each of the copies begins to circle me, moving closer and closer, I bring myself into a defensive position, Brining my right arm in front of me as if to flex, open hand facing my face, and my left arm down in the exact opposit position ((Think of walking like an egyption)).

Suddenly the three jump and attack me*