The sun had just climbed over the horizon, surprisingly enough, it was now early morning in Oak Town and standing alone in the street was a tall, green-haired criminal. He went by the name of Bael, and was new to the scene, but a real treat if you could catch him around town. He had an uncanny personality; something right out of a comic book perhaps. But he was strong, well... Not quite. But in his own way; he was useful beyond recognition. Especially in a battle of stakes. Where one man might lose it all, Bael Decadence could call his coin, his bluff. Keep him fighting, or even better, ensure the other guy's instant success. Or, doom him at the beckon of his will.

It was this simple fact and trait that set the less commonly known ex-medical student apart from other mages. Where they searched for power, he chased after a long abandoned dream. To end all death in this world and the next. What a noble cause-- and yet his mind cracked under the pressure of intoxicating magics. His deluded thoughts only birthed a terrorist. He alluded himself of his true intentions so much that he was never able to go back t his regular life. Becoming a hypocrite, in and of itself really. Such a thing typically upset a person of Bael's thought process.

In his case-- it didn't.

Even though he knew these unfortunate events were drastically life-altering, he wore his smile proudly. Keeping both eyes closed while he leaned against a wall. His hat was tucked over wavy grassy-green bangs, while half his shirt was unbuttoned to the mid of his chest to air him out in the hot morning humidity.

Beside Bael's location was a shattered glass door. Wet and mucky from rain having poured on it for months. A damaged art gallery was not far inside, while the art pieces themselves were in tact, graffiti and shattered furniture littered the room. Apparently the owner had not been here in some time. Bael wondered why? Deciding fast that his 'loitering' inside the building wouldn't make him very happy alone, he kept his body outside of the building. Occasionally, he'd check his watch. However, no 'specific' goal was defined, and quite frankly, Bael was just standing around to waste the little time he did have, before these 'so called Cell Games were set to commence.'

Remembering the games were in due to begin shortly, the young warrior spent his time napping and reading. If it weren't for his break right now, he'd probably be doing that right this second.

"Bugs are so freakin' cool. Haha." The mage pushed up his hat, as he managed a laugh again. "I'm sure he's just a peachy guy."

The wizard spoke to himself, chuckling. After all, how powerful could some giant roach man really be? Seemed silly to assume it was half as powerful as hype led it on for. Then again, Bael wasn't a fighter. He was support. So things like that; they were never really unsettling to him. In fact, he welcomed a good show. Metaphorically, at least.

The yellow-eyed boy moved his head forward upon hearing another come within radius. He assumed another visitor of the gallery? Well uh, whatever was left of it rather. No matter! There was plenty here to do this morning. Chess, checkers, death matches. You name it!

"Have you come to enjoy the art? Nice. Same."

Still grinning, Bael's eyes peeled open slightly. So that he may meet gazes with whomever had stepped into ear shot. Even if he had no idea who it was just yet. Or maybe that it wasn't anyone at all-- just his imagination. Luckily enough, Bael was pretty psychotic so he didn't mind one way or the other.. All the same to him really.

Roman laid back in a couch located in his living room. He was snoring quite loudly as he drifted off along the confines of his mind. He fell asleep after a long session of getting baked. Like, super duper, baked, like question all of existence baked.  It all began with catching up on the worldly news. A new threat appeared in the world, or more so made himself known. Rumors floated around about attacks happening in Fiore. He wasn’t too worried really. Why? It was natural selection at it’s finest. The rules of nature had begun to kick in. Evolution had selected a being to rise quickly above the humans and threaten their very existence.

It had begun to spread like wildfire, it hit the major newspapers and flooded the airwaves. A being named Cell appeared with malicious intentions. Whispers of a giant green bug were carried along the air currents of the world. That's the thing though, it was only whispers. Survivors of the attacks never came forward, only large numbers of people disappearing mysteriously. That alone was enough to confirm suspicions. People were worried and scared. The weak showed their cowardice when the strong bared their fangs. After reading the story and how it all went down. The destruction of a sector of the Rune Knights made Cell’s threats very ‘real’. See that is what set the true villains apart from common evil. They made sure what they said had some weight to them. This is what real power was. The ability to make those around you kneel before you with force alone.

The thing is with Cell, he had a weakness. One that could be exploited Roman thought of. See Cell was like Roman in a sense. By walking the path of a warrior he was held to a standard of testing himself against those who claimed to be strong. Cell was trying to assert his dominance and inflict the worst kind of pain on someone. There is nothing like tasting the despair of someone who thought they were strong. Watching them come to the realization that they never stood a chance against true power. There was no help coming, there was no defining moment. They could only accept that their reckoning was upon them. This was the explanation for not just completely wiping out Fiore. What better way to lure out the strongest of mages, than announcing national extinction. It no longer became about good and evil. It became about who is the strongest.

It was extremely bold to call out the world like this but sometimes a wake up call like this was needed for the world. The sun came as a alarm clock, beating down on the man laying on his couch. Wrapped in a blanket like a cocoon. His eyes opened slowly, he smacked his lips together. He got the nasty taste that came with waking up. A shitty unexplainable taste with a hint of terrible morning breath. He sat up on the couch and leaned back, trying to shield his eyes from the incoming sunlight. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was still rather early in the morning. Well at least early for him, the clock read 09:00. Usually he was up in the afternoon trying to recover from sleeping majority of the day away.

He spent the whole night traveling pubs gathering information on this attack before heading home in a drunken stupor. To finish off the night he had a long talk with mary jane. A hybrid strain that offered a clean high unlike from his normal stuff. He had a few plans today, one of which was train. He thought of a few spells while taking a dump and it came to him in a flash. Spells that were a bit more flexible while keeping their deadliness. Roman got up from his couch and shuffled into the bathroom. He spent awhile trying to recollect what happened last night. Flashes of him asking around for information came back into his head slowly. Nozzle on the facet made a bit of a whiny whistle as he turned it. With a left he grabbed the tooth paste and with the right he grabbed the toothbrush. He squirted the white paste onto the soft bristles, before letting the warm water dance across the head of the brush.

After about two minutes of brushing his teeth and trying to remember all of the information on the being named “Cell.” Not much was known about him, just a giant green ant. A ant with a lot of power and a lot of attitude. No information on the magic he used, just that no one really lived to tell the tale. If they did live, they had nothing to say one it. It took him roughly an hour to get ready. Roman wasn’t too sure about where he was going to train just needed someone and a open area to do so. First off he wanted to make a appearance at Geb’s Gallery. He wore a more flexible attire.Some jet black, Jordans that were tightly laced. A baby blue basketball jersey with matching shorts covered his body comfortably. Plus he would look crazy going out to train in his usual attire. He began to leave his apartment and almost forgot something important.

He ran back inside and grab his sword and helmet. The sword rested on his left side while the helmet hung from the belt that the sheath was attached too. Lastly he placed on some more sporty shades. Circular ones that weren’t as tinted heavily. Roman sat off for the Gallery first before heading to train. He locked up and jogged towards the Gallery. It was about a five minute jog time to the place before he saw something a bit off. Roman slowly walked into the shattered doorway. Roman was a bit upset at the situation. The gallery the last time he saw it was booming. Now it looked like hooligans had their way with the place. His footsteps came as a alarm prompting a green haired individual inside the building to speak. He was roughly ten meters inside of the building turning to face the shattered entrance. A greeting that came of sarcastic in nature.

“Actually I did. I was in the neighborhood, figure I come and check the place out before working out. A friend owns this place." A pause came while Roman scanned the area. "I really hope you aren’t the cause of this.” Roman’s tone turned a bit serious for a moment. There was no grin on his face per usual. Geb had been away from the place and one of two things happened. He closed it down or someone vandalized the place. Considering Geb just spoke with Roman about updating the gallery and coming to visit, he assumed the latter. Roman stepped in, crunching the broken glass underneath his gym shoes.


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Bael watched the stranger approach the doorway, it was Roman, he seemed to be entering the destroyed gallery very shocked. Upon the first step or so, more glass was cracking under the soles of the spartan basketball player's high-tops. Overall, the atmosphere this character gave the medic was... It was hard to read actually. He could be anywhere from crazy to just bold. Either way, Bael was tipped forward. he wanted to know more about this guy; in his silly hat and sword. It was so peculiar. Despite such an awkward situation, Bael nodded with the tilt of his hat. He approved of the get-up, not everyday you meet such a style. Hipster or not, these duds that the gladiator wore were pretty snazzy. Almost as snazzy as his own. The mage thought, as he began sizing up and inspecting the dragon slayer more closely. "Huh. Trendy. Hip." Releasing both of his hands from his pockets, the yellow-eyed criminal perked his attention back out in general. A spiral of interest clutching him to go on with his rude antics. To explore the situation for what it was.

Bael's right hand was now at his chin, a smirk coloring his personality, loosely making it obvious he was puzzled, "This old place? Hah! Maybe I am, ya never know. Hey, quick question... Are you trying to intimidate me? That's not very kind of you-- we haven't even exchanged names yet." The air grew still after that last word. Bael obviously wasn't just your local egomaniac. He had his own pool of confidence sure, but there were other keen reasons for his attitude. There was his own form of stubbornness which kept him in control of the conversation, even if that pretty much assured his loss in a fight. He had it. Sarcastic or not-- everything was a joke to Bael. Down to the thinnest hair on a man's head. Perhaps hair causing laughter was insane, really Bael didn't know. Nor was he willing to care, but there was definitely a force behind him. An untouchable determination to last out--to make others last. Survive. That's precisely why he'd joined Phantom Lord; his skills were noteworthy. He could fit in there. All of his dreams and gals were attainable alongside other dark mages. Alone though? They weren't possible.

The music cue that acted as Bael’s theme died off as Roman stood in front of the boy. A funky yet beat came with a ominous set of lyrics surrounding it. Of course it wasn’t known to the characters. Just a bit of fourth wall dimension breaking to set the mood of the scene.

The lad’s comment was sarcastic in nature but Roman still took it as a compliment. He felt pretty fly in his outfit actually. Even if it was just training. He was all about looking good no matter what the occasion was. Roman watched the boy’s movements very carefully as he removed his hands from the pocket. Roman’s nostril flared up to register the boy’s scent. Being ten meters away meant the lad was still in his scent sensory range. His predatory instincts were becoming active. He didn't reach for his sword, or helmet. The sword sat on his left side while the helmet was attached to his right side.

He did not know this boy, and he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not to mention the boy had decided to joke over answering the question. It was a smart ass answer that was not welcomed in this situation. Then it clicked in Roman’s head. Usually he did not care about someone other than himself. Yet, he sit here defending Geb’s gallery out of impulse really. Roman thought of one of the spells he was going to train was perfect. He didn’t want to create a whole lot of destruction, but he needed to be able to fight in enclosed areas.

Creating a lot of destruction only serve to complicate things. Roman’s spells in the upper echelon of rank had a lot of kill potential. As well the ability to cause destruction too the environment with relative ease. He didn’t want to bring the building down around himself and the boy. Roman wasn’t trying to kill anyone today neither. He was in a rather good mood up until this point. Not too mention he was on low profile for the moment. He didn’t want to draw the attention of the Rune Knights or other watchful eyes. He was still recovering from being in a week long coma and the long trip home. He even questioned if he was pushing himself too hard too quickly. Then it dawned on Roman while he stared at the boy who just finished speaking. The idea was, why train alone against some trees. Why not train his spells on someone. He wasn’t trying to get a win, he was trying to get stronger. Might as well get some entertainment out of it too right?

Meaning time had not passed in the real world, this was just narration to really explain the situation. Then it came, a image of a yo-yo with a rather long string. It formed in his mind at that very moment. It was a toy that he loved to play with growing up. Several hours were spent practicing tricks and trying to look cool in front of other kids. There was zero indication of energy buildup, just a motion as he spoke.


“I am pretty sure that wasn’t an attempt.”

During this line Roman thrusted his finger forward causing spiked ball of condensed electrical energy to fly forward moving at twenty meters a second. Little did the kid know, a thin string was attached to this ball. When it formed completely mid flight it was a yo-yo with spikes on the outer rim of the yo-yo. With a ten meter gap, logically the boy had enough time for one action. What that action could be? Well only fate could tell such a thing. Roman did not have the ability to see time. Just cause immense pain. In this situation Roman did not aim for a vital spot, he did aim for center mass of the lad. Aiming directly for the boy’s chest. There was no fun if the boy went down in one shot. If anything he was sizing the lad up.

If he moved right or left, it could still clip his shoulder. This is of course if he didn’t shift his body correctly. If he jumped, his genital area was at risk. While if he didn’t duck fast enough, his head was at stake. With the boy facing Roman completely this made his method of attack somewhat effective. He didn’t have full control over it yet, he was actually somewhat surprised in his head that he created something like it. ‘Holy shit I am awesome.’ So he needed to explore the full extent of his new creation. A smile crept across his face as the spell whizzed through the air at the lad. Should the boy survive this he earned the right to Roman’s name. Roman was already thinking of how he can retaliate or defend. In this situation.

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"Wow, spooky. But since you're making some big claims there buddy, let's see who styles the hardest?"

A tense pause would occur after Roman had spoken and before his spell would start, the green-haired mage's wrist made a slight flick, his pupils then dilated. Almost split-secondly now; a violent pulse of dark matter would enter the silent eeriness that the two duelists were maintaining. Right around the time Roman's hand would pick up it's draw. The spell would annoyingly take effect, and thereby, it would affect Roman's ability to focus. Thus interrupting his potential and how well the yo-yo could be used effectively in this scenario, even though Bael would not be able to know what was coming for him in Roman's chain for another second or so-- his body was already beginning to move forward. Leaning inwards the caster prepared to rocket, but was cut off as he'd now be looking into the face of a thunderous lightning-aligned spell. A large urchin or spiked ball, connected to a wire or string; only see-able due to the room being somewhat dim-litted, rushed in his direction. Had the room any lights on, Bael might have noted it's nigh invisible form. However it rushed him relentlessly, so his time to act was now.

Thankfully due to Bael's spell from before, the projectiles aim would not have the perfect cross-hairs it previously did. This was to Bael's benefit since the spell looked respectably powerful. His better chance at escaping the rather unpredictable attack would not go unused, such a thing would be wasteful. His body glowed with black and green energy, ducking low under the spell while he dashed-- charging with unbelievable quickness. Buzzing over his head, the large yo-yo thing would pierce the wall thus busting a hole in it, yanking it out would further prove difficult for Roman. Another few seconds bought, even if not exactly planned. As earlier witnessed, Bael wasn't far from his original spot, leaning against a structure. It was this factor alone which would probably do him good if he managed to play his cards right.

Bael carried himself a few feet forward at max speed, arguably pushing his limits well above what speeds he could reach instantly. Though he canceled it relatively fast, reason being Roman was wielding a sharp ass sword on his waist. Whereas Bael relied on observation and hands alone. He was a silly guy fine, but you never run up on someone when you don't know the full extents of their abilities-- there was always that chance that they wanted you to be there. It was just common sense, alluding an opponent so you could sneak in the counterproductive. Bael had done it, Roman had 'probably' done it. It was a strategy. Not to say that was intended, but Bael sure as hell knew not to push his luck. Instead he'd find his balance with a little more insight. He needed a place to hide, or at least a high ground. Somewhere in which the psycho might be able to formulate what the heck he was going to d t get out of this bad episode.


Choosing quickly to act on his instinct, Bael dodge rolled into the left of the room. Ignoring the glass and sprawled out paint-cans left here from awhile ago by other 'infamous' dark mages. Inside the vast plethora there were these art viewing-like structures jutted out from the marble floor. Those were the first things Bael noticed when he got here. Kind of like counters or something, only you were suppose to hover over them as you walked by, look into them you'd see a painting, and to see inside the glass encasing one typically would stand there as the lights glimmered upward.

Sure enough, without debate or argue either. Bael decided to fling himself behind one-- ignoring other factors for just that moment. Right now his most important job was to survive. Soo... Assuming Roman was still at the original destination point in which the thunder cracker spell was activated. Bael made top priority in obtaining cover from further attacks.

Now-- An environment could be a support mage's best friend usually, a good support was relatively cunning in using the zone as a weapon or defense. Had to be... Field advantage could save or destroy a support faster than any spell or sword if left unchecked. It was petty how badly a medic had to depend on outside help, rather messed up really, but it was an ugly truth, not one worth ignoring either. Which was why using this 'thing' here or what have you, would prove fruitful in placing the next chess piece. This structure was Bael's wall, his guardian. With his back pressed against it, he felt safe. The way he looked in this moment, was actually exactly the way it sounded. Kinda similar to how a infantry soldier or a police investigator would act in a deadly scenario if a machine gun were firing off behind them and they needed to duck behind a desk in an office or something. He was pinned but he had time to think. Time was a necessary resource. It was his only resource right now.

To say Bael wasn't a little stirred up would be a ball face lie. His breathing was hastened tenfold, a sweat dropping from the temple. The goon's excitement rustled with his shaking adrenaline. Something identical to how a man getting his rocks off with a girl would feel like! It really got the blood flow up. There was a satisfaction which came with making it out of a bad situation. Even if conflict wasn't your thing. Winning... Or at least meeting in a draw... It was something sickly sweet. Like god's nectar baby. Especially in light of only a few moments to understand the coming dangers. Laughable. Not only movements displayed by himself, but also Bael also had to get by his oppositions to boot-- that wasn't easy. A laugh could be heard breaking the silence again, a slap of the knee to follow. "Whew! You gave me a scare."

What the boy wasn't aware of was that the yo-yo indeed could be sustained and home in on his spot, after another second it would rip itself from whilst the wall it punctured, to chase his noise down and likely slam another hole into the structure-handy art counter. With the spell now jutting into the hiding spot, Bael got goosebumps. His eyes slyly turning to meet the side of his body. Though the shield held up, he was very aware he lacked the defensive power to hold up very long.

What the criminal needed was a clever scheme, he needed a plot for controlling this risky 'cat-and-mouse' game. Roman's own threats were plenty enough for the criminal to assume counter measures should be taken. As expected, he was right. Just before the attack, was there an angry look there? It was too chaotic to remember clearly. But if Bael Decadence had the mental ground. Maybe he stood a chance. A very small chance, mind you. But a chance nonetheless. The boy's hat had fallen off over by the wall earlier, which he silently cursed about as his hands shuffled against the floor.

A piece f glass was palmed, and he started to pull himself back into the action ready for anything else. Shaky in his breath, but not exactly panicked-- the young mage spoke aloud."Hey! Hey! Hey! Listen man,
that temper is bad news. Personally, I think you might need some Zoloft, you're all kinds of apeshit crazy. I got you though, I know this dealer from the pharmaceutical. He'll hook you up right away!" Bael was already pretty impressed. If he wasn't talking out of his ass earlier, he'd be up for hanging with this lunatic. Though, in light of the current ordeals... That wasn't really going to be an easy feat.

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Due to the lad’s slight hesitation in a time lapse that didn’t exist he felt the sting of Roman’s attack square in his chest. This halted any action done following that. Why? The attack had several elements of attack to it. The force of the attack caused a spike on the yo-yo to burrow into the lad’s chest four centimeters in. Following that the attack was enough to knock the kid clear off his feet. On top of that the electrical damage caused by this attack reduced the boy’s ability to move quite a bit. Enough to not knock him out completely, but immobilize the lad for a moment. This was all Roman needed.

At the point of contact a grin cracked the seem of his mouth. The yo-yo pushed the lad onto the ground. Roman canceled the spell by closing his fist. This was a show of mercy. Roman walked casually over to the tasered Bael. While walking over to the lad he spoke loudly so the boy could hear. “Last chance kid, who are you and did you do this?” The smile might have gave the perception that he was playing around. The attack on the kid made sure to remove any question of Roman’s intention. Imagine, if the boy gave a straight answer this could have gone so much differently. Of course it is never that easy.

This was not over, not by a long shot. He still needed answers, the attack rendered the boy weakened for a moment. He could still move his head and talk, but he was most likely in pain. The dark mage towered over the fallen boy. He spoke during this walk knowing full well the kid might jump back up. If he did it only served to make this situation much, much worse for him. It was wise for him to stay down. Then again, Roman knew the youthful were ones to defy reason and push back. Roman on the other hand knew to apply the foot on the throat of defiance to establish a pecking order. His right hand hovered next to his body. His hand flexed causing another one of his tricks to activate. Electricity danced wildly around his hand, he had full intent of dragging this out until the boy gave a response. A response that fulfilled the queries from Roman.

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"Not sure if I'm understanding--" A flicker of yellow energy erupted from the opposition's finger. The crash of the ball piercing his flesh and exposing him to a rough jolt interrupted his dialogue mid-sentence. The noises were loud in this spell, debilitating to say the least. Such collision was enough to force Bael back and into the ground. Where he'd be forced to give some answers to the sword wielding, electrical maniac.

The mage's hat would fall to the ground. Much to the guy's dismay, he'd flew backwards through the air, almost instantly after he busted a hole through the wall he'd previously been standing before. Upon hitting the ground his vision dazed, and a loud ringing was in his ears. His eyes' even watered up, typical human things. But it was nothing serious, his sights soon after came back together, within the spam of a blink or two. He was use to getting punched after all. It wasn't a 'new' feeling-- a mere stun wouldn't affect someone for longer than a few seconds; dependent on how they were adept at dealing with such that is. "Just. Exhilarating. Isn't it?" The criminal muttered, like a snake in his shaking movements, Bael's body folded upward... Only to meet a sleek basketball shoe which would halt his motion and casually press downward against his neck. It slowly brought him back down to the ground. Then mashed enough to put Bael's attention back on the fight at hand. All of this had been in the span of some moments-- but not very long really, Roman's question was asked again this time holding a little more persuasion to it. Bael smiled again obviously, always meeting problems with his tauntingly absurd curled lips, but to proclaim he wasn't beginning to recluse to his typical panic of an impossible dilemma-- well that'd be a lie. Pressure was setting in. Only through a cough was he able to talk up once more. "Bael Decadence, of Phantom Lord. No, I didn't do this, just admiring the nuggets, the frogs, and the graffiti decorating everything in here with genitalia." The boy's squinty eyes, crept open again slightly. The crevices something like shutters on a window. Daring, relaxed, even in a panic, he carried a vibe of energy that just wasn't your generic type. "Can you get off of me please. I don't play switch much but this just won't do." A wink would set the tone, for more action to begin. The boy's hand been shaking with vibrations , the shock moving through his nervous system was responsible, but he had control returning. Pain was nothing too severe, not when you were dealing with someone who could bite into it and press against their body's will. A psychopath like Bael surely could. Or so he wanted to believe. Instantly upon weakening his attack had commenced.

His shaking hand would've formed two extended fingers, the index and middle; they lunged upward to pierce the man's joint under the knee and above the calf. A pretty basic pressure point that was often forgotten. It would make the leg give out and shoota jolt of pain spanning into the leg. The pain would be pretty noticable, and would probably be felt as high as the thigh if Bael could mash hard enough.

If it went well-- for just a brief moment, should it connect as he had anticipated. He would have time for the rest of his moves to go through without much time to react, if any at all. But there was never a definite answer in these kinds of things. Regardless, if it hit, Bael would have the advantage in the close proximity. His other hand still shaking somewhat, grabbed at the dragon slayer's other foot, right at the joint located in the ankle. It squeezed tight, pushing deep into another pressure point. Yanking roughly inward on both limbs, Bael attempted to pull the man off his feet. If successful Roman would be on the ground himself. Whereas, a pained Bael had crawled backwards a few steps and was now regaining composure beside some busted up canvases that had never been used.

He would trigger a spell as his wrist flicked to the side slightly, pitting the challenger against him in close combat. It was his only chance at doing at real damage. He couldn't just let this random ass person come in here and toss him around either. To accept defeat like some child was not only an insult to the guild he'd recently joined. But to himself as well. He had a chance here, even if a dim one. Nonetheless, that was reason enough to go on. He was ambitious, dreams had to be fought for, even if Bael wasn't the best at combat overall.

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Roman stood directly in front of the lad laying on the ground. His foot was removed from the throat of the boy quickly. A green snake that found himself at the hands of a greater reptile. This one being that of akin to a dragon. It was normal for those on the food chain to be reminded where they stood. Roman didn't feel the need to kill the lad. His actions were those of child, and children had room for growth. Who knows maybe he was one that could stand up to Roman in due time. A name came as a sign to stop, Roman did not to continue his devilish intentions no more.

His eyebrow was raised in response due to the fact of the kid being a Phantom lord. Once more the time line of things changed altering the next set of action. Time was funny like that, something that flowed wildly and had no real destined path unless it was controlled. Not to mention he would hate the idea of the Phantom Lord Guild master reaching up his ass. Especially for beating on a low rank of the guild. Even though they were aligned with darker intentions there was no need to cannibalize unless needed. Roman canceled his spell, keeping his wits about him. Unknown to the downed lad Roman had the ability to create lightning fast spells that enacted their purpose in a instant. Regardless Roman had become disinterested in putting the boy down.

Not to mention Roman believed the kid that he had nothing to do with this. His defiance was corrected in one swift action. This of course was not the end of the action. The boy lunged forward in a failed attempt to attack. Roman rolled his eyes and snapped two fingers. This caused a explosion to erupt from this hand that was right above the lad reaching up to attack. What happened next was irrelevant, due to a sudden explosion erupting causing the boy to feel the pressure of Roman's lament. 'He couldn't have just left well enough alone, he had to attack didn't he?' he thought for a moment as electricity filled the vicinity in a instant. A large diameter of area became pushed back and the building shook for a moment.

Quickly the boy felt the energy of Roman's power on top of him. Sure it was restricted and scaled back to about the power of a B rank but it still got the point across. It would result in a knock out. The boy can sleep off the pain and make his way back to Phantom Lord when he woke up. As for Roman he felt that he got the training he was looking for swiftly. He picked up some new tricks and it was time to head out.

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Bael was stung brutally, pushed back by the force and pressure of a mighty golden shock, his body contorting wildly, appendages dancing as his body shook from the electrical side affects of the protons sinning about and the atoms pulling the hair off his arms. Static would cause his hair to shoot up before he fell back and laid there silently.

The building shook in it's boots too... He who was lying on the ground was a reduced to an unconscious husk, buzzing and shaking every few seconds due to the human nerves reacting to the energy coursing into the body. Though consciousness didn't appear to be remaining, Bael could be seen breathing. He dreamed of yellow bunny rabbits wearing centurion helmets, and paintings of chicken nuggets being peed on by ugly young teenaged boys. Or rather, one boy. A very ugly boy.

Weird.

Hours later he awoke with in a cold sweat, in a rubble of canvases he tore down in his electrical fit. It seemed he could recall hitting them but apparently they cushioned him ever s slightly. The Phantom Lord yawned then-- accepting his defeat at the hands of Roman, soon after he was back to his typical grinning. His hair was stroked with a single pen palm until it was covering his squinting eyes once more, He exited the Gallery way he had come in earlier; after picking up his fedora hat. He the locked the door behind him, despite the huge hole still being there irregardless.

"That was just lovely, wasn't it." The criminal mumbled words to himself, as per the usual. After that he walked down the sidewalk back into Oak Town.

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