Incendia Calx (Main body RPing forum)

sotaynru calmed himself listening to the elder go on and on. though what did he understand a hermit who only watched whom had no interaction with the fools of this land. they as fools had shown themselves the way they were viscious beings whom looked to know peace when something conflicted them it began war. just as he had expected perhpas his ideals were wrong but his intentions no matter what this man decided to belive were of pure cause. " you speak to me in ill tone a man of your stature of your age proclamtion you scream int eh face of whom you speak to. even if i be no more than a pitiful king of a broken country you still show not wisdom to me but berate me with insult. where is your wisdom old man to speak to me in such a way do you think i take it kindly and listen and beg for your teaching or run from you and look back upon you as mad man alike in this world of fools i being the biggest of them to think the way i do perhaps. " sotaynru let himself calm though the smile did not leave his face hi eyes had set upon the mans and he was angry he wouldn not allow himself be so wronged without some retaliation. but it was just then he realized what the man spoke.. "retaliation" it played upon his lips perfectly bowing his head the only thing he could say in his own shock. "i..i am sorry elder " he had realized the error in hsi thought. even he as human as he was was prone to lash when offended his mind a silent storm of thoughts of misguided reasoning trying to justify himself. he was just as one of them. finally he looked upon the man once more " sir i do not expect to be forgiven nor for people to understand my reasons i will be scorned i will be hated and eventually i will do what i must and hand the crown to someone that smaller head it fits. for now for whatever reason you have to insult me to lecture and share with me your veiws i hear them i look forward to speaking with you again. sir i am 16 years old gifted unnaturaly in war strategy.. i have seen lots cammnded the rise of my lands and been thrown to a seat that was not crafted for the rear end of a youth . i may not be able to change the thoughts the hate people will have for me but i may atleast bettr myself to find some self acceptance. i hope that on this day of waxing crescent i may see you at my throne." he lowered his head again " sir your berating words do not a scratch compared to the knife i have driven so far into myself thy named guilt the dagger remorse upon my skull.no matter what insult you may thrash upon me" sielntly he turned hiding his face lost in his own thoughts.

"So young, so misguided... So impatient." Thought Osirin. Looking upon the king as he spoke, and eventually turned. "So arrogant and self righteous to think himself noble in a cause, pure in an action... So pointless to try to show him, to force upon him the real truths of the world." Osirin grinned through his anger; obviously done with the lecture of right and wrongs, as the young king began to walk away. It had been a long journey to where he stood now; Osirin having walked, ran, fought, swam, dug, and overall moved from all over the world in a passing set of four decades, and at the moment when he spoke to the king, he wished he had neither cared nor noticed. His eyes once more calmed their sandy spin; the volcanic rock and dirt at his feet no longer moving, as he gently cracked his back, and began to turn away.

Before turning his back to the youthful king; his head turning to allow his voice to carry, Osirin allowed one more set of words to pass from his old lips. "If the throne is not fit for a younger form... then why do you still sit upon it... knowing it does not suit you, does not hold your size, stature, and most definitely requires more wisdom than vigor... why do you still sit upon it, and act as though you are the law of your supposed land?"

With that said; a light grin going unseen, Osirin turned from the Septur lord, and began to walk away. Slowly the twisting sands of his manifest disguise were released, and he was but a spinning dust cloud moving across the arid land. Where he went did not matter; the king of Septur having been told what was needed, but one thing was for certain. The other lords, queens, kings, emperors, empresses: whatever they went by or claimed, were to be spoken with as well. For in the lands of Daratan, something else was brewing, something beyond the confines of their sheltered homes. Something Osirin had witnessed himself.

With a painful understanding of what was to come; first needing to speak with all the ruling parties, Osirin set out. His first stop would not be the Incendian lord; for his might was not needed right away, but the Siram master. For one would not incite a riotous act of violence in a place where such anger had just been... and anger most certainly had just been born into Incendia.... how long it lay there... was up to them...

still spoken to it such tone it was becoming annoying. he sighed finally and turned once mroe just to let the man hear before he left." sir i may be a naive foolish boy but your words they are reason enough for what i will do even though i have failed thus far expect me to do the best for my country coem to the kingdom the day i have asked and i will show you that is all i may ask of you. and is but your choice to ignore" he then turned again as the man dissapeared he began to walk he had decided it was time there was no resting he coninued his path toward siram his men knowing his intents they travelled toward the home land as sotaynru travelled alone. his blade in sheathe he would fight past the exhaustian to see her the one person he found himself thinking of. would she hate him it was almost to much to think of. but it had to be known none the less. he honestly hoped to meet that strange man anouther day his wisdom and fore sight was a good asset to the lands perhaps he would make a worthy king to unite a broken land. perhaps. he pondered this all as he continued forth toward siram the heat finally dropping as he reached the tenkuu septur border entering the wilds upon foot he had to ride woudl prove too much the notice.

As he walked away from the king; the tent, the battle clad men, the warzone, and all of Incendia: Eyes closed and arms crossed before his chest, Osirin gritted his teeth against the sudden rush of wind, and his body began to hum. He allowed his body to tilt and fall; slowly, to the ground below, as one vial of crystalline sand poured out, and coated his back in a thin layer. The pearl-like grains of sand rolled smoothly across his cloak, and fluidly flowed across the sand below him, as he relaxed in his position and allowed himself to be carried into the wilds beyond. It was a simple movement style; utilizing almost no energy at all, and with the small bead-like sand particles upon the ground below him, he could move at a much higher speed and without the strain on his body.

With a seemingly inaudible pop; his eyes opening to reveal spinning orbs of black and white sand, he pressed his energy outward, and took off across the sands. A brown bullet stretching but a few inches into view, and moving at an incredible speed...... Soon he was gone from civil lands.... heading for a different place.. a darker place.. Atrum....

With a small smile, Ichi nodded at the man's words, thoughts. He felt the man's need for something, but didn't know what. Not really. He sighed and sent his own words towards the man as he walked away: You are a man of great power, and have the control of one beyond his own age; Don't ever doubt yourself, and if you should ever find yourself in a situation that you cannot get out of on your own, just call. I will answer.

Ichi sighed deeply and set about walking around the lower district. He hardly expected to find anything of worthy notice, something to take his interest. Perhaps he will inquire some place to stay. Maybe go visit Rajak, the new leader. Ichi hadn't yet meant that man. Maybe he would find Shurik around. He smiled at that. That man had a way with drinks; Ichi didn't really care for drinking, but he did indulge sometimes, but Shurik was something else. With a small breath, he walked into a building. He was assaulted by various smells of food and smiled."Just what I need." He muttered to himself as he took a seat at a table, hardly taking any notice of the patrons of the place. He took off the two silver arnesis and hooked them at his belt, then shrugged off his pack, which rested underneath the table against his calf. Now, he leaned back in the chair, eyes closed, as he ignored the stares; It was inevitable. His presence filled the mightiest of caverns. As he awaited for his food, he let his mind drift into the Shared... Perhaps he would be greated by someone new...

Sighing deeply, Ichi left the building after he had finished eating. He hadn't used his connection with Ignis yet. Not since that first time. Ichi didn't really mind the feeling of the other mind close to his. It was comforting, but, at the same time, discomforting. His mind laid bare for another to look upon. Would Ignis see the madness within? How unstable Ichi's personality really was? That his show of kindness was something other than his true feelings? That wasn't the case. Ichi liked the man, and held a respect for him. His mind reflected upon the destruction that was evident outside the walls of Incendia. He had a hard time imagining someone like Ignis not being of a Royal Blood; But such things were always happening, moreso than they should be doing. In Ichi's blood there was a good deal of power, but it was power not yet awakened in the young warrior. Or rather, it was power not yet controlled. He rolled his shoulders, the bones rubbing against the Bo-staff resting between them. He rubbed his eyes, which dark circles could be seen forming beneath them. He was barely thirty and he was already older than what he seemed.

With a silent groan, he walked towards an area that was wide-opened, and held few trees -- He reflected later on that few trees were better than none. Besides, he could work on his other abilities: Wind, Fire, Earth, Water. He was always working with his spirit power, but always wanted to explore his other talents. Being the Hayvn leader, he felt it necessary to improve in all aspects of his gifts, so he could better protect his people, and in turn, able to protect himself. He didn't like the feeling of not being prepared, and always thought ahead for what he might need. Why he brought his Bo-Staff with him. The Staff served as a focus for his power, allowed him to concentrate it with more finesse then what he had. With a faint smile, he let his mind drift towards the Shared; eyes glazing over, the hairs on his arms standing on ends, and that spark of energy thruming through his body. He clicked the staff against the ground, sparks raising into the air from the impact and dying swiftly, as they couldn't maintain their life for long. Being in the Land of Fire and Wind, he would practice with those two; improving his abilities, hardening them, making them stronger, though he knows he won't be able to beat an Incendian; hang with them, yes, but only for a short time. He sighed deeply and began to call forth the Fire within himself.

Before Ichi could release the Fire within himself, before he could gather what he needed to release it, something hit him; another voice. No. Another mind; a mind greater than his own; a mind vast and intelligent; awe-striking and fearful; Merciful and unforgiving. It was amazing. And Ichi did not like it. He could hardly think with that other mind forcing its way into his own... Forcing? No. It just overpowered his own train of thoughts. Ichi didn't like it. He warned Ignis of this... but it wasn't that man. No. Ignis's mind was something else, but not like this. Finally, he heard the raspy growling voice; A dragon. That thought hit him hard. He winced a little as he tried to force the mind away from his own. But the anger that seethed through when the dragon had realized there was another presence with it's own simply crumbled Ichi's own resistance. Ichi wrapped his mind with the Shared, and it could seem as if a challenge for the Dragon to try and pry open the steel trap. But Ichi knew that hardly none could open his mind up once it had been fortified.

He felt Ignis's mind, as well as the dragon's, become blocked. Ichi snarled silently. He didn't like having his power shown up by something else. Something that could be broken. He shook his head away from those thoughts and turned his head so he could see the dragon and Ignis land just outside the gates. Without realizing what he was doing, Ichi had called forth the spirit energy from the Shared, as was evident from the red and golden aura surrounding him, and was clenching his head with his free hand, as if he had a headache. His head hurt, this much was true. He let his hand fall as he took a few steps towards the gate. He wanted to share a few words with the dragon. He hardened the wall separating his mind from both Ignis and the dragon; which he needn't do, but felt as if he should anyway. The wall became flexible and hard. The Shared ran deep in Ichi's veins, and he was confident he could match wills with the dragon, but wasn't entirely sure of what ignis would do. A light smile formed on his lips at the prospect of being able to meet a dragon, and perhaps test his will with its own. He had heard stories about the awe-inspiring dragons.

Ichi released his hold on the Shared enough that the aura was simple golden, and not red as well. His power came in three stages; gold, red, and white. Some had more than three, but it didn't mean they were stronger than Ichi, no. It was simply the way things were. It mattered little at how many stages of power a Hayvn had. With a deep exhale of breath, the Fire within himself was extingiushed. Now, he simply stood, tall with a presence that seemed to be a physical thing now, as he awaited for Ignis... Perhaps Ignis wouldn't meet him... If that was the case, then Ichi would simply have to make himself known.

Something snapped within' Ichi. Something that shouldn't have been interfered with anothers power. If hadn't been for the staff, Ichi would have fell to his knees; he bit back the yell of pain; he forced it down to far edges of his mind; he fully immersed himself within the Shared, all three aura's flowering into existence. Then, the aura's left as soon as they came. Ichi's face became blank, eyes holding nothing but emptiness. He was not apart of this world; While he was in body, his mind was in the Shared. If he hadn't done this, he would be going into shock and his mind would begin to waste away from the madness of having his power broken. An ugly thing. Ichi tsked as he walked over to Ignis and the dragon. Now, he felt nothing towards either beings. His voice was just as empty as the rest of him."I will ask you to not break my power again, dragon." His head was tilted slightly as he spoke, but his eyes staring at Ignis."A man who could have everything if he put enough effort into it, fears loss? That is understandable. But things that are lost to us are better forgotten, is it so? Perhaps." A slight shrug of indifference was the only thing that showed he felt some thing, but it was indifference, still."Riddles is not what you want, no. You are a man of action, and tire of things quickly. You want something that will take you by surprise and keep your attention held constantly. You want something that cannot be had."

The blank Hayvn leader's eyes closed, then reopened; they were no longer glazed over, and expression was back in his face and eyes, his voice as well, though it was slow at getting the feeling there."I assume this must be the dragon that broke my power. I also must assume that it must have a name." Ichi was slightly irate at the what had been done, but the feeling would quickly pass and all would be forgotten. He acted as if nothing he had said before had happened. In truth, it mightn't have. In that brief moment of blankness, Ichi was simply riding the currents of the Shared, and was not in control. His fingers clenched the wood staff, but it was a slight clench of muscles, nothing more; not even enough to summon all his strength. He feared sweat would be visible on his brow from how hard he was concentrating on keeping himself in control; He had an unstable personality and during levels of stress, agitation, pain, anger, etc., formed in his life, his mind became not his own. He had died for an estimated time of three hours, and ever since he hadn't been quite right, he was different. The white aura glowered at his left hand, which spread over his entire body to his right hand and then vanished. Ichi visibly relaxed as the tension left his body.

He stared at dragon with nothing but a smile, not of anger, but not of joy as well. It was neutral."Well, atleast I will be the first in almost a thousand years to see a dragon..." He muttered under his breath.

"Now. I understand." He chuckled."It should have been obvious? No. But I still should have put two and two together." He waved a hand in the air as if dismissing some thoughts."I can believe it. It is not as crazy as it sounds, for I have shared the mind of another as well. Not something quite as... wonderful, as Sykosi. And it was formed for merely a few moments, and in those moments, I felt nothing but hatred, resentment, and contempt." He shrugged as if it was nothing."Now, she lays dead." His voice betrayed nothing as he spoke, save for a hint of satisfaction. That was all he really felt, but he also regretted it."Kill or be killed..." He murmured. He was sure these two would understand. If anything, they would. If anything, they would know why. All living things could comprehend that line of thought; Kill or be killed. When it came down to it, a peaceful man would kill to survive; a family man would do the unthinkable to provide for his family; Ichi was no different. He sometimes thought he would kill those that stood in his way, whether friend or foe. Not that he ever hoped to, of course. His lips were drawn tight in a frown.

He slipped the staff in the leather thong inside of his wolf-skin vest, where it would rest between both shoulder blades. His head turned toward Sykosi."Ichi Zellcai Wolfgang; I am from Hayvn. A land far from this one, but one I am sure you know of, or atleast heard of. If not, I will not fault you for it." Now, there was a certain undercurrent of respect toward the beast; it was the same respect Ichi felt towards Ignis. Whether the dragon felt the same, or different, Ichi thought it didn't matter; the dragon probably had its opinion of him, and that wouldn't change probably. He often thought dragon's as stubborn things. Perhaps he was right.

Shinji did not pay much attention when the speech started he walked back to the battlefield noticing everyone had stopped his five knights followed him clanking loudly and carrying their weapons proudly. He sighed smoking more upon his pipe feeling the wind brush upon his face wondering what would happen next. "War is the noble man's tool while mine is simply my blade and my mind."He chuckled and then sat upon the ground each knight kneeling down ready to strike down those who came too close to him. He closed his eyes and sighed blowing out a line of smoke steadily coughing. He sighed this place brought back memories of when he was forced to fight and think at a young age. He always had to be a strategist and a fighter never one or the other, noticing that many were talking arguing and training made him bored even more so he stretched his arms out letting out a large yawn watching all of them go on and on. He spoke himself softly"These would be great for my experiments." Of course he was talking about the people he always enjoyed making new toys for himself to play with and test out.

For a reason he didn't know, he felt out of place. The two in front of him seemed at ease, though Ignis seemed hardly at ease. But with all of Ichi's air of power about him, the dragon greatly countered that, but with the two of them together, it was definately something worth to behold."You look a little tense, Ignis. Perhaps you would like to release some of that pent up energy?" He raised an eyebrow at the man."I came here to build up the Fire as well as the Air that resides within; As I am sure you know what I am talking about." He paused for a moment, letting that sink in, letting the man get his thoughts together."I won't be able to match your strength, this I know, and you should as well know, but while you are restricted to one of the Power's, I have them all at my fingertips." Though Ichi would be hard pressed to summon water forth, and couldn't do any major attacks for the other Power's, save for his Spirit Power. He sighed and awaited for what the man's answer would be. He watched the dragon, as he watched Ignis."Another thing; I won't scare off easily." Ichi had a feeling this 'contest' would get out of hand and end up in an all out fight, but he also didn't think it would happen like that. Either way, Ichi knew that he would have to be thinking clearly and not mess up. He highly doubted these two knew how to heal. He chuckled a little at that thought.

A silent breath escaped him as he nodded."I would expect nothing less." He mused as he stepped out into the desert. He slipped his back off, and began to dig through it. After a few moments, his hand came out and in his hand was a metal claw. Soon, it would find its place resting on Ichi's middle finger of his left hand. Now, he slipped the two silver Arnesis's on. Now, he pulled his Bo-Staff from its resting place. It was six foot in length and the wood dark, smooth from years of use. He twirled it a few times. He spoke as he turned to face Ignis."I hope you do not mind my use of weapons. I should have asked before I brought them to bare, but it slipped the mind..." He paused as he looked at the ground, then looked back up as if he hadn't been in a different part of his mind at that moment."Forgive me of my laspe. It won't happen again." With that, he bowed his head.

As he watched Ignis, red, white, and gold tendrils began to swam around Ichi's staff; the red aura shining in the silver of the Arnesis; the white aura seeming to weave patterns in his clothing; and the gold aura shined in the black tattoos and peircing. He shed his wolf-skin vest, tossing it upon his pack, away from the field of battle. Now, he was dressed in a thin undershirt, leath pants, and lamb-skin boots. But that was more than enough armor for Ichi. The white aura would make sure of that. Now the gold aura moved from the piercing's and tattoo's to his bronze skin. His staff was still enshrouded by all three aura's of spirit power."I am ready when you are." His voice rang out, though it was soft, quiet. The end of the staff slammed into the dirt, a small vibration echoing in its wake. He was as ready as he ever would be.

Artemis would nod at both Shurik and Sotaynru " Well if you really want that Sir" He put emphesis on the word Sir to Sotaynru " I am going to take my students back to the desert and work on a few projects." He would then turn and walk over to Shinji" If you would like to join me and test out a few projects, Ill be in the sands of snakes" The territory he just spoke of was well renowned for the dangers and the creatures that occupied it. He would wave at all three of them before walking back over to his pet and his students. With a look and a few whistles and clicks, the students would hop off of teh scorpions back and begin gathering up the sand and glass before pouring it into the barrels. When that was done, They would place it onto the scorpions back and begin their long walk back to Septur Kana. Once they would enter the lands of sands, Artemis would begin his favorite hobby before looking up Sotaynru again.

The day had dragged itself out for too long. As the skies outside their world began to shift, the sun setting on the great mountain, Shurik found himself almost too weary to continue. A slow revelation came to him as he remembered the cut on his side. The assassin’s poison! The laced blade had infected him with a sapping type toxin that was slowly draining him of his will to stand at all. A small growl left his lips as he called for a medic, now that they weren’t busy with the already healed wounded. “Medic… I need an anti-toxin…” The medic nodded to him and asked his symptoms. When Shurik explained what was happening, the healer nodded and began to work. The medic removed the cauterized wounds and patched them up along with removing what had been forced into his bloodstream. When the healer left him, he felt like he had a second wind, and he couldn’t have felt lighter.

The man continued to see over the cleansing of the city and soon enough, with all the ‘volunteers’ the damaged streets where cleared of rubble and made whole once again. Some buildings still looked broken down, but all the builders had fled during the fight to Siram. As roads became dirt covered once more and the rubble was cleared, Incendia once again looked like the home of people. Blood had been washed away; bodies had been sent off and burned so that their souls could be brought to Necropolis. Everything was looking up. But he noticed, slowly but surely, his men were disappearing, making their way through the market and into the caves. When he heard the calls of battle and the roar of dragons, he knew something was up. Shurik looked to the nearest soldier and nodded. “You… Oversee here for awhile.. There isn’t much left to do, so you should be fine.” With that, Shurik left the area and began his decent into the outside world through the market paths.

The caves where still intact, but the calls and screams of men still echoed in their hallowed stones. All Shurik could see as he moved through the dimly lit path where images of the dead, faces he had seen laying crushed upon the ground as he walked past his fellow men and towards the leader of the opposing forces. He also remembered the bloody faces of the Septur men; grinning at him as he moved through the same motions he did now. Such a senseless war caused by a child’s wild ambition to unite the entire world. Shurik wondered what would become of him, of his clan, if they where to follow along with this form of genocide. He would follow along with his plan, for now, but Shurik held his own ideals in high regard.

As the fading light of the outside world pelted him in the face, he looked down the path and smirked lightly as he saw two familiar men and one unfamiliar dragon. His men seemed to form a circle, chanting something as they watched the theatrics being presented. He saw only one man down on the field that could tame such a beast, and that was the same fire bender fighting another familiar face. ‘Ahh.. The king of Hayvn, Ichi.’ This thought played in Shurik’s skull for a few moments before he continued his way down the path to the open area they seemed to be sparing in. He walked past herds of his men and past the great claws of the giant beast. But as he pasted the beast, he turned, facing the mighty dragon. His religion, ebing a Dragoon, allowed him to understand such beasts and their true natures. He could feel the bond between this beast and Ignis, and it was something stronger than Dragon and Ryder. All Shurik could do was bow to the mighty beast and continue along his way. He had nothing but the utmost respect for the intelligent creature, and paid his respects duly.

As Shurik made his way to the head of the pack, his eyes fell upon some sort of fight between his new Secret Operative and the King of yet another clan. A grin fell on his face as he made his presence known to Ichi and nodded to the man. Something told him the two here did not want to kill each other and he stared around the schoolyard type circle that had surrounded these two men. Shurik could only shake his head and shout. “Men.. Back to Work.” A low groan filled the air as the crowd filtered out. Shurik was the one man to stay behind, to watch mostly. He wanted to see what his New Black Op soldier was capable of. He took a few steps back though, giving the men enough room to roam and strike as they pleased. As his smile widened, and his teeth bore, a single thought passed through his mind. ‘Let’s see what you got… the both of you.”

Nodding at Shurik's presence, he gathered his strength. The sand drifted away with small, slight movements. Ichi was impressed at the man's capabilities of raising the temperature of the flames, but such a thing wouldn't be hard to do. But then again, he hadn't met an Incendian that could. He exhaled, then inhaled, and when he did, the Spirit Power gathered around the young Hayvn was released.

It was a slow start, like a dominoe effect, nay, the snowball effect; When you roll a snowball down a hill, and it gathers more snow. Red tendrils seeped into the desert from the staff, which stayed planted on the ground. Then, red collumns sprang forth from the ground as thick as a three men's waists, and as tall as five. In all, there was ten collumns of the red aura, which surrounded both men. The collumns arced towards the centre, as if wanting to touch, but never quite, as if they were magnets of the same pole. The sand that had been flung upwards gathered at the centre of the ten collumn-arc's, creating a boulder of condensed sand. If one looked closely, they could see Fire running through the sand grains, as well as the Red and Gold aura of Ichi's power. In a way, it could be described as a small sun, though it hardly radiated the heat a sun would give off, but how it flared, how it was colored, gave it the impression. Ichi's staff was pointed shifted into a position that gave it the look of pointing at Ignis, such as it were, it was. But when the staff had moved, it was hard to say. The ball of Earth, Fire, and Spirit roared to life as the ten columns of the Red Spirit aura began to feed themselves into it, enhancing the strength of the ball ten fold. The ball was ablaze with a deep set red color as the Fire flared out of it, then flung itself at Ignis, Air powering its descent; Ichi, then, increased the Air's power by lacing it with the White aura, thus increasing its speed towards the man. A small start , Ichi thought warily as he exhaled his inhaled breath. Other than shifting his staff, he hadn't moved a muscle.

Very impressive, the thought danced in his mind. This won't be to easy. He felt the wind blast, the shrapnel, hurling itself at him. He sighed gently and a White aura spread out in a dome around Ichi. The shrapnel hitting the cushion-like shield. Then the dome folded outward, surrounding the shrapnel, as well as capturing the Wind within it. The Wind kept the shrapnel inside the White Spirit-dome stirring and Ichi was hit with an idea. Staring at the man, he began to focus on his Fire, then let a small amount, a spark it could be said, into the sphere of White. If his idea worked, then the shrapnel would soon ignite at the contact of flame, but Ichi kept the flam, spark, away from the shrapnel. The shrapnel was part of the explosion that had occurred earlier, so it must still have some explosive properties. While Ichi wasn't entirely sure it would work, or how Ignis had done it, he had an idea that sparking it with Fire and using Wind to ignite it, would work. Possibly.

Now, as soon as he had poured that spark of Fire into the sphere, he formed the Red aura over the White, which went back into Ichi, and sent it sailing towards Ignis in a fast drill; Ichi added a spin to it, as it make it move faster, the Wind dancing off its sides as it did so. With another idea striking him, Ichi formed a Gold aura around the Red, but made it so the Gold only formed over the front of the sphere, and down its sides about halfway, then hardened the Gold aura to a single spike at forefront of spinning, flying sphere. Small pockets, or holes, were ingrained into the sphere as it got within fifteen feet of the man, its target. The two Spirit aura's were still present, containing the possible explosion, the holes were no longer present, for the vanished as soon as they were there. Ichi made sure no heat, or air escaped. At eight feet the sphere would explode, possibly, sending the Golden Spirit spike at Ignis at speeds greater than it would have been sent at by Ichi's own strength. So, even if the explosion didn't do anything towards the man, or if it didn't explode in the first place, Ignis would have to contend with the Spirit Spike, which was enforced by the Red aura, the Battle Aura, as well as the Gold aura, the Armor aura, or Aura of Hardness (LOL!!!). It will take more than simple fire and explosions to get rid of this attack, Ichi thought wrly.