King of Fighters(Kirahutner and Kihia Avoa) Fire and Ice vs Everything Else

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"Fight!""Fight!""Fight!""Fight!""Fight!" Simon was in a hell of a situation having just rescued a tribe of Vulcan Sapien, a variation of your common forest Vulcan that had been taught the human language and had developed a complex society, from some little league dark guild. Still brute monsters at heart the vulcans awarded him with a chance to wrestle their leader, naturally it was an offer he couldn't refuse. So now he found himself stripped down to his shorts, covered in chalk, bandages around his palms, half crouch on the opposite side of a dirt ring from a twelve foot tall ape monster. Naturally with a ring of almost as huge cheering ape monsters preventing his escape. He had no idea how he was going to pull this off and had accepted the fact that he was going to be completely humiliated in front of a bunch of half-civilized apes. Sure Simon was one of the most powerful mages in Fiore but he wasn't sure where that ranked him on the physical strength charts. The vulcans didn't seem to care and one rung the gong to begin anyway. The vulcan chief charged roaring and Simon met his charge with a defiant yell of his own, sure he had no chance of winning but he was going to lose like a champ. So they met in the center of the ring in hand to bicep grappling. Simon felt himself rapidly being pushed back as expected however his real horror stemmed as he saw out from the corner of his eye some news reporter had snuck his way to the edge of the ring and was recording the event. Seized with panic of his humiliating defeat becoming known Simon found new strength and before he knew it was pushing the vulcan chief back because he simply couldn't lose. So he didn't, he wasn't sure how but he managed to push the massive monkey all the way to the edge of the ring and with one last shove knocked him off the ring.

Simon was about to collapse from exhaustion and his whole body ached from the exhertion, not to mention the ear splitting roars of approval from the vulcans but at least it was over. So the phoenix mage was allowed to think. If he wanted that to be true he really should have stopped that reporter on the way out.

So now he sat at a job client's kitchen table as a rather boring individual explained a job request. The client had specifically requested Simon because of the story of him wrestling a vulcan along with some other mage he had never heard of accredited with killing an Antlion. He wasn't a fan of the job description, hiring the two baddest dudes you could find to win a tournament for you just so you could collect the prize money sounded shady with a capital S. But the client had threatened to call him chicken if he backed out so here he was in for the long haul. However the second individual had yet to arrive so Simon could not yet head out.

Kihia had been standing at the door of their employers residence,, he was unsure how long he had been standing there but he hard rang the bell a few dozen times. Just before arriving, he had consumed a special drink he had gotten from a ship master in hargeon, it was promised to be able to enhance ones growth as a mage. However not once was the door answered, Did I come to the right place… I am not sure what they have heard about my fighting capability… I haven’t done anything widely known or noteworthy… I think… Kihia sighed, he had come to the employers residence fully geared for combat, he had Icarus in its sheath, Geruko and Geruka were in their sheathes inside his trench coat. His trench coat was is pristine condition, recently washed, he also was wearing something new. A set of plate armor that fit comfortably under his trench coat, it covered most of his body, with the sole exception of his head. He adjusted the armor once again and rang the doorbell.

He waited for a moment or two that’s when he heard the door knob rattle and slowly turn. The door then opened revealing what seemed to be an elderly butler, the older man looked at Kihia for a moment and then said, “May I help you Sir?” The man had said that in a low, drawn out voice, Kihia simply bowed, “I am Kihia Avoa, The Ace of Courage from Lamia Scale, a request for my presence was made concerning a job that said I was to meet the client at this address…” After a long moment the butler slowly nodded, “Oh yes… You are here for the Miscrient staying in the Guest house… go around the house to the right… you can’t miss it… your partner seemed to have already arrived and is meeting him in the kitchen.”

Kihia slowly bowed and said, “Thank you, sorry for bothering you,” The butler simply nodded and shut the door, Kihia turned to the right and saw the path, he was confused, Miscrient…? Kihia simply shook his head and started walking on the path as he got to the turn on the corner, he turned to the left and saw a shabby looking Guest house. That must be it…. He then continued walking to the house uninterrupted, he got to the kitchen door and knocked.

“Come on in!” Kihia then opened the door and entered into the kitchen, there he saw an older fellow, and across the table a very short kid, he had purplish grey hair, and was wearing baggy pants with a light grey jacket and had a T shirt underneath it, “I Take it Your Kihia Avoa, Ace of Lamia Scale, the one who took down an mighty Ant Lion all by yourself?” Kihia then turned to the man who had addressed him in such a carefree manner, he quietly nodded, I wonder how he heard about that incorrect information…. No matter.. it may not be best to pry….

The employer walked away to welcome in a new man seeing Kihia Simon immediatly thought out loud "Woah shit you're freaking huge." Simon had seen some big dudes and monsters several times his size but Kihia really took the cake. The guy looked like some kind of knight from a Fairy Tale(hehehe puns) come to life, heck larger then life. Simon got to his feet to greet him "Yo! I'm Simon the Phoenix. You may have heard of me, I am pretty cool. I've heard you've got some fancy titles under your belt. I mean your whole Lamia Scale's Ace of Courage? That's a real sweet name. Best deal running in Fairy Tail is "The Architect" but I don't even really want that title because I tend to destroy more then I build. Really not fitting. It almost makes me want to hop ship over to Lamia Scale to get a fancy Ace title like that myself. " Simon burst out laughing at the thought of him being anywhere but Fairy Tail "Heh almost. Fairy Tail's my home, I couldn't ever leave. You know what I mean right?" Simon walked over and offered his hand to the substantially taller man.

Standing closer Simon was almost in disbelief over how tall this human could be. It didn't help that without his huge coat he looked quite a bit smaller himself Shit! I forgot my coat! Oh man I hope none of the people back at the guild have touched it. That thing was a such a total pain to make, I mean plucking my own feathers for a coat is right up there with the time I got stabbed in the gut by an icicle painful. I went through too much trouble to have that thing made to not bring it into a battle of this magnitude. Simon was immediately distraught at having left behind his valued and recognizable accessory. He was already making plans on how he could run back and acquire it there was no way he was going into this tournament without it. Fortunately it should be a pretty simple matter of just a quick sprint across the ocean, swinging by the guild hall and coming back. As long as he didn't get distracted by some goings on it wouldn't take more then ten minutes. He could get going as soon as this Kihia guy shook his hand and finished talking. Any second now. Aaaaaany second. Dammit I hate when my perception of time slows down on accident. A side effect of Simon's god leg magic was that when in use or when Simon felt threatened he perceived time infinitely slower then everyone one else allowing himself to control his own impossible fast movements. Apparently his concern about his coat was enough to trigger time slowing, so he waited impatiently as Kihia inched along through his movements.

Super speed had some annoying draw backs. Even though he had used this effect to dodge attacks that would have other wise killed him he felt that he dealt with it more at bad times then at useful times. It would be greatly appreciated if he could toggle it, as he waited he made a mental note to try and find a way to turn it off and on.

Kihia stood there for a moment, as he watched the shorter fellow stand up and walk over to him, he listened to what this fellow had to say. He had introduced himself as Simon, the Phoenix, a rather impressive title considering the lore of the mythical creatures, and considering where he lived, he has heard of this famous Wizard Saint before. He nodded in agreement with Simons comment about his guild being his home, “That I do,” When he saw Simon extend out his hand to offer a handshake in greeting, Kihia extended out his right arm, grasping the young man’s hand with a firm handshake.

Kihia then turned to the client, and bowed, “I am Kihia Avoa, sorry if I am late I had trouble finding the proper location.” The client laughed and shook his head, “No worries, my uncle is kind enough to lend me his guess house until I can get on my feet, especially after a few things went under, but lets forget about that now, you guys are gonna win the tourney for me aren’t ya?” Kihia cast a suspicious look at the client, but slowly then nodded, “I promise to give it my best, to not only defend your honor, but the honor of both of our guilds…” Kihia had turned to Simon when he said that last part, Not only that… but the honor of the title my master told me… I will uphold the title of the Frozen Knight, and defend my teammate in this venture… Kihia then watched as the client then motioned the two to the counter table, “Let us discuss the actual tournament shall we?” Kihia would wait a moment for Simon to resume his seat before taking his own.

When he did the client spoke up, “The tournament is one of this islands most honored traditions, A tournament holding some of the best fighting you will ever see in Fiore, six rounds of pure fighting, from intense brawlers to beasts of your nightmares. If you manage to survive those six rounds and win, you get to face off against the champion, he hasn’t been defeated in ten years, the best of fighters haven’t even gotten close to defeating him. So what do you two say, are you in?” Kihia looked down at the counter, thinking, six rounds of fighting… that will be rough…. He then caught a glimpse of his families medallion reflecting the light, he nodded. “I will fight for you, and my shields will hold strong against those we are made to engage.” After a long moment to hear Simons response, then the client spoke up, “Take your time to relax before the fight, the tournament won’t start until tomorrow, make sure you guys are well rested and are ready to make me rich!” Kihia sighed and stood up, he was unsure how to take the job, he wasn’t accustomed to actively entering a fight by choice when a ally wasn’t in danger, but the job requires it, and he wasn’t going to argue.

Simon was momentarily filled with despair as he was dragged back to the table and for a minute more delayed from retrieving his coat. This slight delay was a catastrophic strain on the boy with no patience. Well he had a little but that was besides the point. He only half listened to the explanation of the client picking up minimal information such as six rounds, undefeated in ten years, and starting tomorrow. Being informed that the contest started tomorrow Simon jumped out of the chair he had reluctantly sunk into "Sounds great I'll be right back. I have to get something." The mage fled the building without even waiting for a reply and dashed across the ocean. Running on water was child's play for Simon and allowed him to reach the coast in hardly any time. From there it was a quick jog to Magnolia and into Fairy Tail which would have little consequence. Once inside the guild hall Simon sprang into the air all the way to the roof where he would catch sight of his "nest" a bed of blankets and pillow all shoved onto one of the ceiling supports held together by carefully crafted wires. Simon landed in the nest, glanced at his wall of news paper clippings(featuring himself) for inspiration then grabbed his large feather coat and a pair of gold rings and dropped down to the floor below.

With the coat back on and the rings in his pocket Simon repeated his journey in reverse, actually running backwards for fun, to arrive back at the island and the client's house. He reached the door and walked back in as if nothing had happened at all he sat back down at the table "Alright let's talk strategy. I've read up on some of the frequents of the tournament. To be honest just going in guns-ablazing will be an effective tactic for most of them. I'm only concerned about the top dog. The guy sounds like one bad dude, I've taken badder but still. If I remember right Kihia here is an ice dude mr. king of fighters favors heat swords. You have anything that will render you not completely useless?" Now with his mind fished from trivial matters such as his coat Simon was ready to get down to real business. As much as he hated it Simon found research to really pay off before jobs and as such had some fore knowledge of frequent competitors and the champion but there could always be surprises with new comers. A fact that he was very much aware of.

Kihia stood there as he watched Simon get up and then take off out the door saying he had to go get something. He blinked twice unsure of what his companion had to go get or how long it would take but he stood there and waited for Simon to return. He furrowed his brow in thought, six rounds of normal two on two fighters… the last round however is the champion… then Simon returned and sat right back down into his seat. He was now wearing an coat made completely out of feathers, but Kihia himself could not figure out what species of bird they were from. He then heard Simons strategy going into the fights and then his concerns about the champion.

Kihia sighed and shook his head a bit as he turned to look at Simon, he studied the young man once more and then spoke up, “I am an expert when it comes to close quarters combat even without my magic…” Then right after he said that he outstretched his left arm and held it palm up, he then formed a small cube of ice similar in composition to the majority of his defensive spells. He observed the crystal running through it, which gave the cube a higher heat tolerance as well as durability. The difference was faint, as the crystal he used was light blue in color. He then looked at Simon and tossed it to him, “Here catch…” Kihia waited a moment to see if he would catch the cube. If he did he would see beyond the irregular durability of the cube, the fact how long the ice would be able to last due to the crystal reinforcement. “My ice is of a unique composition… giving it enhanced durability and the ability to be a tad bit more fire resistant than other ice… although it will take more damage still, it can last…” Kihia then turned to look out the window, “As for my strategy… it will vary depending on our situation… although I will probably fall back to a defensive strategy often…” Kihia then turned to the client, “Which brings me to my only question… whats the environment of the Arena like?” The client paused for a moment then held up his right index finger, “Fair question, one moment.”

The Client then ducked down and seemingly started looking for something while muttering, then Kihia heard a small Aha! And the start of someone flipping through pages. Kihia waited for a good moment when he heard the dropping of whatever the client was holding and him swiftly standing back up to look at both of the mages like nothing happened. “Well it is a circular arena, flat rocky ground, and all around it are stands for the spectators.” Kihia’s right eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the young mans lack of knowledge into the tournament he was getting them into, however he only had one concern, “How are the spectators protected from the fighting being the close to the arena?”

Simon caught the ice cube and juggled it between his hands "Yikes cold!" Putting the ice to the test the phoenix clasped it between his hands and wreathed it in blue flames "And hot!" It took longer then inspected but the ice melted away in Simon's hands leaving just the crystal remnants in Simon's hands "Now this is a neat trick. It looks like you can combine two magics together to make them both stronger! I wish my magics worked together like that." Simon was not getting curious as to the extent of what this ice mage was capable of but as any self respecting self absorbed mage would his curiosity quickly shifted from what his ally could do to what this guy could do for him. After all the tournament set up presented several challenges that would be difficult to overcome unless Kihia was close to if not equally skilled in combat as himself. Numerous fighters of high skill level meant that the both of them would have to both be on a high level to get out alive. If they made a single mistake it could be the end of both of them, and if Simon had an attack during the event it could be catastrophic. However he had faith that he could stall such an event should it be necessary and if not Kihia would have to put his defenses to work.

Simon's reason for concern was further reinforced when the employer explained the situation of the arena and what to expect. Already things were not looking good, regardless Simon was excited he loved it when the odds got bad. Doing the impossible always made him feel so alive and it was evident he felt so by his posture and demeanor.

His big concern was the duration of the combat without rest. Six rounds of fighting was a lot no matter how you looked at it. Especially if it was strong opponents. Even with a high level regeneration factor like Simon's it would be incredibly difficult to keep going 100% for the entire tournament. Especially on flat terrain where there would be nowhere to hide or rest it would seem there would be nothing but a problem. "Now your defensive take on magic presents some immediate concerns. We are going to be fighting a large number of highly skilled combatants if you really are more defense orientated it is likely you will run out of magic power pretty quickly. As you have limited attacking options you will be constantly put on the defense forcing you to waste more and more magic protecting yourself without striking back." Simon closed his fingers around the little crystal remnant and with far more effort then he let on crushed it to pieces "I've got plenty of juice of my own but can you dish damage as easily as you can block it?" Simon ever eager to make assumptions about other people falling short of what is necessary but always last to consider he himself may slip up or be sub par.

Kihia watched as Simon caught the cube and juggled it a bit, he then clasped it and then enveloped the cube in brilliant blue flames. Kihia stood there and watched the cube slowly melt in Simons hands, leaving the vein of crystal sitting in his hands glowing from the heat. He then heard Simon comment on the “trick”, he simply nodded in thanks, That trick took another month of intensive training after learning Crystal make magic to simply perfect this technique, Combining two different kinds of crystal into one structure seamlessly wasn’t easy… The client the spoke up, “As to answer your question Kih, the arena itself is surrounded by a reflector field, that will reflect any stray spells back into the arena, its neat trick that can leave ya hurt if you ain’t careful.” Kihia furrowed his brow and considered, That isn’t as much as an issue for me… however some of my attacks will be impeded or can be used against me if I am not careful…

Kihia then turned his attention back to Simon who had put forward one of his own concerns about the way Kihia himself will be able to hold out for six back to back fights. Kihia stood there for a moment longer, until he finally moved his left hand a lifted up the pendant of his necklace, “This pendant was given to my ancestors, it gives the wearer the capability to last far longer than normal in combat situations.” Kihia then paused for a moment considering the second part of Simons question, “As for my own offensive potential…” Kihia reached behind himself and grabbed onto Icarus with his right hand and pulled it out of its sheathe, making the metal ring and reverberate its own tone.

“This weapon’s name is Icarus, a weapon once wielded by the man who taught me my magic, he had entrusted it to me when he died and ever since then it has been my trusted companion ever since then… its strength is my own and my own strength flows through the weapon… If my own strength will not suffice… I will trust in my defenses to hold the enemy at bay at let you hit them hard Simon… if I need to use any of my more powerful spells… I am afraid I will need your own assistance to cover me to a degree…” Kihia then fell silent and spun Icarus a bit then rested it on his right shoulder. “Even though we do not know each other… I will do my best to work with you as a team member… and no Element will bar me from attempting to do just that…” Kihia then held out his right hand in an attempt to shake Simons own hand.

[Timeskip to Tourney Start]

The next day had come and Kihia was sitting in the designated waiting room for him and Simon to be called out, you could hear the roars of the spectators coming from the tunnel, Kihia however stood there staring at the path, “I guess… this is it…” He then looked at Simon and nodded before walking into the tunnel for the fight to begin.

Simon for one wasn't too terribly interested in the story behind Icarus but one thing he knew for sure was that he cared that it had a story. Nothing with a story was weak. Hearing Kihia's explanation Simon got a good feeling about the guy as he seemed to be quite the person and wherever he came from was clearly worth a visit. That all said it seemed there was nothing more to be said so Simon hopped out of his chair and left the house. Time to kill Simon just started walking wherever his feet took him. Within an hour he found himself on a hill outside the town staring at the sky "Hey Aniki. It seems I found myself an interesting guy. He may be strong too. I bet you could take him in an instant though. Tomorrows a big day so watch over me okay?" The phoenix listened to the silence of the coming night and sighed "I wouldn't mind you coming by sometime. But just you watch from where ever the hell you are. Before the sun sets on tomorrow I will be crowned The King of Fighters." Simon was about to walk back into town to wait for the coming day when suddenly his eyes went wide and his pupils shrunk. Fire, it felt like fire burning him from the inside. He couldn't move his entire body was completely immobilized. All over he felt like he was being burnt up and then just as suddenly as it began it stopped.  Simon kicked the ground "Damn not again."

[Timeskip to Tournament Start]

Simon pulled on his coat with a grin and slipped on a gold jeweled ring onto each of his middle fingers like an assassin loads a gun. Now in the waiting room with Kihia wait their turn in the spot light Simon was getting excited "Almost time Kihia. We're going to kick some serious ass." Simon rubbed one of the rings on his finger Cry your heart out Heero this bad boy is going to make you look like a total chump. So you better be at home watching with a big plate of tacos because this is gonna be a real show. When the signal finally came to enter the arena Simon led and tossed back to Kihia one last bit of encouragement "I can tell you've got a story man. Which means your strong. But don't get confident because no one has a story quite like mine." Stepping into the light of the Colosseum Simon threw his arms wide and wooped in the large space "Hold onto your hats folks because I'm going to blow you all away! This is Simon the Phoenix talking and I'm going to dethrone the king!"

The mage from Fairy Tail was met with a roar from the crowd which only served to get him more excited. Just as many people were booing him as were cheering him, fans of the king and those excited to see a challenger strike him down. But all their cries blurred together to him. Kihia's arrival was met with an equally loud response but was cut short as an announcer spoke into a mega-phone lacrima "And their opponent...." On the opposite side of the arena a portcullis raised allowing two men to enter. "From Midi the martial artist Yamchaka! Joining him from Bosco the mysterious water master calling himself Hydroman!" Simon blinked and glanced at Kihia "Uh is it just me or do neither of these guys have any magic at all?" It was only the first round so sure things were going to be easy but Simon was kind of disappointed.

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Kihia adjusted to the shear noise level from the spectators, he heard what Simon said coming in which caused him to gently smile, he then stopped a few feet from the exit of the tunnel, when he heard the grinding of stone against stone as the tunnel was sealed shut. Kihia closed his eyes and started to calm down and regulate his breathing. He heard the announcer then speak up and announce their opponents, Kihia opened up his eyes and looked at them. They stood at the far end of the arena waving towards the crowd as they entered, they didn’t look like much, one surely looked like a experienced martial artist and the other looked like some kind of scuba diver that belonged somewhere else…

He then heard Simons comment about them being devoid of magic, Kihia turned to try and examine the two opponents from down range, he could not see or sense anything that would state otherwise. “You might be right on that note Simon… but something tells me they are no slouches either… “ Kihia started walking forward a bit as he watched the two opponents closely who were talking amongst themselves. Kihia slowly put his right hand on Icarus and held it there ready to engage at a moment’s notice.

That’s when the martial artist sprang into action, he took off running straight towards Kihia at a mindboggling speed. Kihia quickly reacted by pulling Icarus out of its snap release sheath in an attempt to slam it down on the fighter. However Yamchaka slid to a stop and blocked Kihia’s attack with his forearms. Kihia quickly reacted by dropping down and executing a spin kick at the man’s legs. His opponent however reacted with similar speed by jumping up slightly since Icarus was no longer directly above him. He is certainly skilled in close combat… however…he has put himself in a position with little room to react… Kihia then came out of his spin swing Icarus swiftly upward slamming the metal polearm into the mans abdomen sending him flying to the side. Kihia then quickly regained his defensive stance as he angled himself so he could see both Yamchaka and Hydroman. Kihia then noticed despite Yamchakas entry into the fray, Hydroman had yet to do anything… What in the world…?

Kihia then saw Yamchaka get up and let out a roar as he charged straight at Kihia. Kihia took a small step back raising one end of Icarus up in preparation for a counter strike, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw Hydroman charging right at him, to which Kihia quickly reacted by jumping into the air, however Yamchaka ran up and jumped right towards Kihia who was now airbourne. He had his fist out in preparation to hit Kihia with all that he could however, the frozen knight started to execute repeated front flips and countered Yamchakas attempt by slamming Icarus down on top of the martial artist sending him flying towards the ground.

Yamchaka was surprisingly competent as a fight but Simon's hawk like eyes quickly revealed to him that the martial artist didn't present a real threat to Kihia. His moves were too slow to make up the apparent strength advantage the Frozen Knight had. As far as Simon was concerned this was a good thing as it seemed as long as they didn't slack off they wouldn't need to use their magic to advance to the next round. But Simon's time to analyze was quickly ended as Hydroman continued his charge past Kihia at him. Hydroman pulled his gun-arm looking thing back and yelled "Hydro Blast!" The cannon on his arm unleashed a large stream of water Simon assessed the pressure wasn't a danger to him and if it had been turned on anyone else of equal power the attack would be all but harmless. Too bad water was Simon's greatest weakness. Simon side jumped the blast of water much to Hydroman's surprise. The phoenix charged his foe as the stream of waster dissipated and launched to the poor sod's face. Hit full force by the blunt of God Leg magic Hydromen was sent flying a few meters backwards landing on his back. He hardly had time to get to his feet as Simon was already on the charge again preparing a follow up kick. The next strike would be targeted at Hydroman's abdomen and likely would have knocked the wind out of the poor sod but it seemed the little bugger had a trick up his sleeve.

Right before impact Simon's foot stopped. He jumped back and barred his teeth "You tricky scramp." Hydroman smuggly grinned "I could tell you hated water. A casual onlooker at this point may now notice why Simon had taken a step back, Hydroman's armor was coated in water as several small pumps all over were casually soaking the suit. Simon balled a hand into a fist "But how long can you keep that up? That requires a constant supply of water/ You're not magic your water supply is limited to what you have in that tank which is honestly not much." Hydroman laughed "Sorry pal my suit absorbs water from the air and the ground. Which means I am constantly recharging. On top of that once the water is about to roll off my armor the armor plating will just absorb it and direct it back into my tank. Which is why I call this move water-cycle armor because it will never run out!" Simon was starting to seriously dislike this guy. Sure he could hit him through the water but it would drain his magic to touch water and he couldn't afford to waste magic this early in the game. "Tch. Looks like I'll have to get creative for this one." Because there was no way in Fiore or Earthland really for that matter was he going to get beat by a dork in scuba gear. Regardless of the elemental disadvantage it would likely injure his pride so badly that he would never recover and be forced to live as a hermit for the remainder of his existence. Which considering that he was only 15 years old at the moment would make for a very long and unpleasant time.

Kihia landed back onto the ground after Yamchaka landed rolling a bit before finding his footing underneath himself again. The two close range fighters stood that same distance a part from one another for a long minute, staring at each other both with their own levels of intensity. “You certainly a skilled warrior, may I ask who was your Master?” Kihia was caught off guard by this sudden question and eventually responded to it, “My Master, was Iarok… Iarok Kaloka… of the Northern Mountains…” Yamchaka’s eyes widened at the name, “A legendary Ice make wizard, and a master of Bojutsu, no wonder why you are such a formidable opponent with your weapon...” Yamachaka then slid his left foot back and adapted a pincer shaped hand sign with his hands. “However… My master Yokshi trained me for any combat situation armed or unarmed!” Kihia’s eyes widened has he quickly adopted a lower fighting stance has Yamchaka charged straight at the ice mage. Kihia waited for the last moment and thrusted Icarus forward by pushing on it with his left hand.

Yamchaka however dodged the thrust and slid his right hand alongside the length of Icarus before grabbing it and yanking it pulling it out of Kihia’s grip, he then received two swift strikes to his torso pushing him back a bit. Kihia then watched has Yamchaka tossed Icarus aside away from their fight. Kihia frowned and looked at his opponent with added focus, Not a bad maneuver… Yamchaka however grinned, and said “Lets see how well you are unarmed!” He charged straight at Kihia aiming a punch straight for Kihia’s torso, to which Kihia quickly sidestepped and placed two fingers onto his right forearm, he then whispered “Frozen Armor creation…” Yamchaka’s fist flew past Kihia which he responded by swiftly swinging his elbow up slamming it right into the martial artist’s jaw, following up the attack by swiftly turning and slamming his left hand palm into Yamchaka’s chest. This knocked the air out of the martial artist and making him take a few steps back. Kihia then rushed forward and unleashed a powerful uppercut sending him flying into the air.

Kihia then dashed forward and kicked Icarus back up into his hands, “This has been a good fight… you are indeed a worthy opponent… but this fight has drawn out long enough…” Kihia saw Simon was engaged with Hydroman, he then nodded knowing what he had to do… Kihia then jumped into the air and started to spin on his Z Axis as he got higher and higher he turned his body to he was parraelle to the ground, and when the got to the same height as Yamchaka he extended Icarus out and slammed him towards Hydraman with every bit of momentum and strength he had to offer. Kihia then stopped his spend by widening his stance mid-air and he shouted, “Simon Incoming!” He only hoped as he fell back down to the ground that Simon could make the most out of the opportunity he had just been given, then he landed on the ground in a kneeling stance.

Simon was considering unleashing latent psychic powers as he considered possible ways to take down Hydroman. Which is to say he was seriously stumped on how he was supposed to beat a guy drenched in water without touching him. He could throw stuff but throwing was not his strong suit and Hydroman's cannon was likely faster then his rip-out-a-chunk-of-the-ground-and-chuck-it speed. There intense staredown could have lasted for hours in his water based foe didn't contract a horrible case of Yamchaka to the face, a rare but deadly ailment local to sphere island. Simon would be laughing at the situation if he wasn't taking advantage of it. When Yamchaka collided with Hydroman the poor water guy was knocked to the ground while the martial artists would keep going for a short distance before rolling to a stop. Both still had some fight left in them and Yamchaka was Simon's only safe means of attacking Hydroman so he was aiming to repeat the feat. He dashed towards the man from Midi(who was slowly getting to his feet), hurtled over him, spun on his heels positioning himself so that Yamchaka was between him and Hydroman.

The two of them were both on their feet by now so it was Simon's job to knock them down. He jumped up, raised his feet and delivered a full force drop kick to one sorry son-of-a-gun. Yamchaka cried in pain as the powerful kick collided with his chest and sent him catapulting yet again to be used as a projectile to crush his buddy from bosco. Simon landed on his feet and smiled as he appraised his handi-work. Both of his foes were most ungracefully toppled on top of each other in various states of pain. From the looks of it neither of them was about to get back up to continue the fight, a fact the onlookers and judges had clearly become aware of. After a second of waiting to see if they would get back up a judge called "Yamchaka and Hydroman are unable to battle! Simon and Kihia are the winners!" Simon let out a whoop and threw his fists in the air. There wasn't really any doubt in his mind ever that he would make it past the first round but victory was victory no matter what can it comes in. But it wasn't over as on the opposite side of the ring a gate opened and the announcer yelled out again "Now starting round two! Kihia and Simon will face off against the pet and master combination of Zephyr and his pet Monster Gorrillephanth!" Simon's expression changed pretty fast when he heard the name Zephyr.

Thunderous foot steps rocked the arena as something apparently huge moved towards the gate. Simon's fists were curled and his face was emotionless. He hadn't ever heard of the Gorrillephanth but he did know for a fact who Zephyr was. The phoenix dashed over to Kihia as a hulking shadow became visible in the gate way. Simon quietly said to Kihia "Remember how I said I researched the repeat contenders? Zephyr is on the list." As he said it a hulking purple monster entered the arena from the door it was easily three times as tall as Kihia, it had the body of a gorilla, the trunk of an elephant and wings of a moth and a weird fan like tail that Simon had no idea what to classify it as. Regardless he continued his explanation to the ice mage "Zephyr is bad news. Two years ago he actually made it to the King. He has a variant of wind magic he calls "Storm Mail." It lets him create like this tornado armor thing around himself that makes him difficult to harm and revs up the damage of his punches. People say he only got to the king because he just so happened to only face weak opponents until the second to last round where he fought a 'godly fighter' who had been butting heads with equal opponents every round. But still the guy has some moves. Keep your guard up and don't hesitate to use magic." As soon as he said it a man dressed in a black suit stepped out from behind the gorilla thing. He wore red gauntlets on each hand and red armor boots as well. Battle armor with a suit? Not a great fashion statement but somehow Zephyr made it work, if Simon wasn't about to shoot him with everything he had to shoot he would consider trying to be friends with him. But he was so that didn't matter much.

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Kihia stood and watched Simon rake care of Hydroman and Yamchaka, rather swiftly after the rather mysterious ailment people would later dub, Yamchaka to the face. He then lifted Icarus up and rested it onto his right shoulder. Kihia heard the cheers from the crowd as well as the Announcers commentary, as this all went on he walked back over to Simon and nodded in his direction. He was going to start to say something when the announcer started to announce their next opponents. Kihia’s eyes narrowed as he turned around to see the giant beast and its owner walk in right next to each other. He listened to the information Simon was saying, and grunted a bit as he slid Icarus off his shoulder so one end would hit the ground.

Kihia studied the two opponents that they were deemed to be fighting next, he stood there for a long moment. He sighed, “I guess that means we have to up the effort a bit…” Kihia lifted Icarus up running his left hand across the length of the weapon making it ring off the gauntlet. He then looked at Simon out of the corner of his eye, that’s when an idea sprang into his mind. He then turned slightly to his companion and said, “I just had an idea… What do you think of the idea of being launched right at them… right when combat starts…?” Kihia paused for a moment before continuing, “I can form a large great hammer head on my weapon… using it as a base I can launch you straight at them and come right behind you…” Kihia then fell silent for a moment, and waited for Simons Response.

(OOC-split into two outcomes)

for the plan:

Against the plan:

Now Simon had a fascination with dangerous ideas. In fact it could almost be said he was down right addicted to dangerous ideas. So given the chance to be catapulted at his enemies on a giant ice hammer Simon grinned ear to ear "Let's do it man!" As Kihia took a swing at him he jumped onto the head of the hammer attaching himself to it utilizing his zero walk ability. Then at the opportune moment he pushed off the hammer head as fast as he could launching himself sailing across the arena. Zephyr took a step forward likely planning to intercept Simon, but the phoenix would have none of that. His real target was the giant elephant thing, sure Zephyr was dangerous but really, it was a wild card that would complicate an already difficult battle. To dispatch both threats Simon would call on both of his signature spells, first as he sailed at them he glared at Zephyr and snapped his fingers. Instantly he was engulfed in a flaming explosion as a result of Simon's spell "Phoenix Rage." The martial artist was caught off guard and was knocked backwards landing on his feet and from the looks of it he was mostly unharmed.

But he was staggered and that was all Simon needed.

Simon ripped from thin air a large chunk of blue metal. As he drew near the monster he yelled gripping the metal in both hands "Phoenix Forge!" It was instantly wreathed in flame, the fire flowing through it shaping it into something else. The monster charged pulling back it's fist. The flames cleared revealing the metal to now be shaped into a large greatsword larger then Simon now only a few meters away he dubbed the blade "Arondight!" He swung the blade meeting the beasts fist mid-air. They seemed to tie and they were both knocked back. The phoenix landed on his feet and charged again again coating the blade in flame "Phoenix Kenshido! Full Throttle!" Simon pressed off the ground using the full force of his god leg magic and blasted as much flame into the blade as he was able then suddenly he seemed to vanish. Then the world around the Gorriliphanth filled with flashes and streaks of fire.

The behemoth monster howled and fell to its knees causing Zephyr to turn his attention to his monster companion "What the!" In a blur of movement too fast for the eye to follow Simon wailed on his foe with his blazing blade. The only evidence that he was even there was the occasional shadow and the constant show of fire that was Arondight. Zephyr didn't take this sitting down using the flaming slashes in the air to track Simon he activated his storm mail around his arms and charged into the flurry of blade strikes to strike at what appeared to be empty space. But the punch was met with the clang of steel, Simon's sword dance stopped as he was stopped suspended in air blocking Zephyr's punch with the blunt of Arondight . The fairy tail mage grit his teeth "Shit you're pretty sharp." Zephyr grinned "Heh you're pretty fast. I think I'll enjoy this."

Kihia watched as Simon unleashed a flurry of potent and powerful attacks, creating an opening for him to be able to attack the massive beast, which after a moment Zephyr had engaged his windmail spell and managed to bring Simons Onslaught to a temporary halt, however what Simon had done was not only a fair amount of damage to the beast, but he drew the attention of both opponents completely on himself… leaving Kihia only have some of the spectators watching what he was doing. At the moment Simon had been halted by the sudden attack from Zephyr, he quickly increased his speed by kicking off with more force, he slid across the ice going straight for the beast whom was trying to recover from the sudden onslaught. As he closed in he swung the ice hammer upward while sending a portion of his magical power to the hammer causing it to glow a brilliant white light, drawing the attention of the beast a moment to late…

The ice hammer head now five times bigger than it was originally, impacted the beasts chest with a gigantic amount of force, the sound of breaking bones and ice rang out from the impact. The beast was sent skyward has the ice hammer shattered, Kihia didn’t stop there however he quickly spun in place taking a deep breath, as he came full circle he looked up and called out, “Call of the Frozen Angel!” A typhoon of ice and snow erupted from his mouth torrenting upward colliding with the beast and making it let out a painful roar as it carried it upward. Suddenly the beast careened off to the side and started to fall limply to the ground. His spell continued on for a moment before hitting a field of somekind, Kihia paused for a moment when he realized what was going on. He then remembered the warning from their client as the roar from the crowd intensified. The reflector field… how could I have forgotten… the next second the spell reflected back right at Kihia, threatening to hit the entire group.

Kihia quickly thrusted Icarus into the ground and thrusted both of his hands up, “Simon I have us covered!” He then focused on the redirected spell and spit his hands apart , using his cryokinetic ability he split the spell into two smaller typhoons of ice, he then controlled them to fly around the group before heading straight for Zephyr, however Zephyr quickly countered by taking a step back from Simon, “Nice trick but that won’t be enough! Now face my ever circulating blades of wind! Cyclar Hurricane!” Kihia watched as Zephyr extended out both of his hands towards the incoming typhoons of ice and snow. He then lot out two powerful Cyclones that tore through Kihia’s spell and then redirected towards the ice mage. Kihia grunted and grabbed Icarus dramatically lowering his stance as the two wind cyclones collided above his head and created a small explosion the clouded his vision.

Simon was surprised that the monster had even stood standing at all. But it's feat of endurance was short lived as Kihia quickly and dramatically finished it off. Now the phoenix was more confused then anything then by what happened with Kihia's ice blast thing. Regardless it seemed to pass rather quickly without injuring Simon so he didn't pay it much heed. Instead as Kihia avoided Zephyr's attack Simon provoked Zephyr from the other side "Oi wind guy!" Zephyr turned to face Simon, and prepared another wind blast saying "The time for talk has passed. Not that it ever came." Simon dropped Arondight and threw his arms out, the kid had a plan that naturally he had no intention of explaining to Kihia first "Listen you big dummy. This is round two of six. If we duke it out magic-ablazing now no matter who wins neither of us will win the next round. There just is no way." That got the wind mage thinking, at least enough for him to dispel the stormmail around his arms. He raised an eyebrow and said "Go on?" Simon grinned "Alright cool. I get it's a little late saying this as we have all already flung around some magic but I think we should have a no-magic fight. Just strength and skill vs strength and skill. That way whoever wins has a better chance of continuing in the tournament." Zephyr seemed to consider the possibility but it was obvious he had a concern as his eyes glanced back and forth between Kihia and Simon "Easy for you to say in a two versus one scenario."

Simon shrugged "I think you're looking at this the wrong way. This is your best chance to win. Me and Kihia here are mages first and fighters second. You on the other hand are a fighter first and a mage second. No magic is a bigger handicap for us then it is for you." Zephyr didn't show any change of face "Yet you still clearly want it that way. I'd say that alone shows that I stand to lose more if we go your way." Simon bit his tongue, he wanted to yell at the smug stubborn guy but he had to keep his cool, getting mad would only hurt their diplomacy "Come on Zephyr. We don't want to keep the crowd waiting. It's simple I want a no magic fight because I need my magic to fight the king. So do you. This is a win win plan dude." Zephyr glanced at the stands, Simon was tempted to take the opening to attack but that would ruin the plan, he appeared hesitant but he finally nodded "Alright no magic it is! En garde!" Zephyr charged and pulled back his fist ready to strike "I don't need magic to beat you down!" Simon met his charge "That's my line! But I'll send you flying with this attack" The phoenix mage rushed Zephyr pulling his leg back "Mega rocket kick!" Zephyr moved his guard lower to block the incoming kick as Simon punched him in the face. The confused fighter was knocked back rolling to a stop several feet away "What the? You called a kick attack!" Simon shrugged "I can name my punch mega rocket kick if I want!" It was true, Simon could name his attacks anything he wanted.

Kihia stood back up as Simon had engaged Zephyr in conversation and come to the firm agreement to keep magic out of the remainder of this round. He watched as Simon landed a firm blow on Zephyrs face sending him recoil back. Kihia looked down and closed his eyes as the snow from his breath attack finally finished settling around their fighting area. Kihia took a deep breath of the now chilled air, having a surge of energy seemingly flow through him as well, he then took hold of Icarus with both hands and opened his eyes. He saw Zephyr beginning to lunge towards Simon in attempt to punch him, at that very second Kihia sprung back into action.

With speed not seen with him before, Kihia dashed forward kicking up a plume of snow as he went, he ran right up behind Zephyr in a blur, spinning around and hitting Zephyr with his elbow knocking him off balance Kihia then quickly swipped Icarus at Zephyrs Legs knocking them out from underneath him. However Zephyr quickly rebounded by placing his right hand on the ground and spinning around trying to kick Kihia. Whom managed to block the blow with his right forearm, his frame shacking slightly with the force. Zephyr then jumped back to his feet, “You are also fast even under all that armor, but not fast enough to beat me!” Zephyr then unleashed a brutal assault, punching and kicking at Kihia trying his best to land a good hit. Kihia however held strong going on the defensive with Icarus when suddenly a upward kick sent the weapon flying, Kihia taken aback only for a split second when Zephyr renewed his barrage.

Kihia took a few blows before he could take a defensive stance, catching and blocking blows with his arms and hands. He then caught both of Zephyrs fists and held strong grunting from the strain. “You hold a good defensive stance boy, but without your polearm there is no hope of you holding your own!” Kihia frowned at this comment and gritted his teeth, then suddenly he thrust his knee forward as the crowd roared. He kneed Zephyr full force in his stomach breaking his stance, and then Kihia started his own offensive.

Hands flat he relentlessly jabbed at Zephyrs body with his fingers, his hands seemingly acting like spear heads he struck home multiple times with potent accuracy, finally following up with a kick straight into Zephyrs chest sending him sprawling into the snow. Kihia then adopted a low defensive fighting stance as he waited to see the result of the exchange. That’s when Zephyr got up seemingly chuckling, “Man you are tough… To bad that isn’t nearly enough to beat me- what in the?” Zephyr cut his self-short when he noticed his gauntlets had numerous cracks and fractures in the armor with them falling apart in pieces. “This Gauntlets costed me a fortune! You are going to pay for breaking them you and your friend!!”

Simon couldn't believe it "Kihia you jerk! Those gauntlets were really cool!" The phoenix was greatly dismayed at the destruction at the beautiful weapons of pugilism. Zephyr growled at him "You have no place to complain. They were my gauntlets!" Simon shrugged "I was planning to steal them after the fight. So we both lose here." Zephyr howled "You're just as bad as him. I'm going to knock the wind out of you." Simon paused "Wait was that a wind pun? Because storm mail and stuff..." Zephyr never answered with words, his only rebuttal was a punch at Simon's face. Ever quick on the draw Simon countered with a perfect vertical axe kick deflecting the punch on the upswing and coming down hard on Zephyr's head on the downswing. Zephyr only grunted before launching a barrage of punches. Ever adamant in his strange fighting style Simon continued to counter with only his feet, blocking and deflecting attacks without taking his hands from his pockets. Zephyr grunted "Use your hands damn it!" Simon replied "Okay."

He didn't.

After a second Zephyr ever confused said "I thought you sai-" Simon sucker-kicked him in the face "I lied." Zephyr stumbled clutching a hand to his face to stop a bloody nose "Enough with the bloody cheap shots!" Simon charged "Alright have it your way!" Simon jumped into the air above him going for his patent-pending guillotine kick, Zephyr naturally assumed since Simon was telegraphing his kick that he was going to get sucker punched. As he prepared to counter that Simon kicked him in the back of the head with a flip kick. Zephyr hit the ground "I really don't like you." Simon laughed "Come on dude I telegraphed my move. There wasn't anything underhanded about it. I made it look like I was going for a kick then did a kick. Did you want to be sucker punched? Again." Zephyr hit the ground "Screw you dude. That's it, no more mister nice guy. I'm going to show you my ultimate move!" The two fighters squared off, Simon was ready for anything, anything except what happened. Zephyr did the splits sending an uppercut into Simon's family jewels, who in return cried in pain as Zephyr slid up from his splits putting an uppercut into Simon's jaw. The phoenix fell on his back with a cry "As a man I hate you. As a dirty fighter I applaud you."

Kihia watched as Simon chewed him out a little over the complete destruction of Zephyrs Gauntlets and then followed that up by arguing with their opponent about what would have happened to the Gauntlets after the fight. To which Kihia’s right eyebrow twitched and he sighed in slight embarrassment. The he watched as Simon and Zephyr engaged and fought all out back and forth for a moment, dirty blow after dirty blow, when suddenly Zephyr hit Simon in the most unfavorable of places as Simon fell back Zephyr jumped back and began to gloat a bit when suddenly Icarus from being hit upward, came down and with a giant ring echoing out, it struck Zephyr directly in the head. The weapon stood their vertically for a second, as Zephyr reeled back from the unexpected blow. Then it tilted starting to finish its fall to the ground, however Kihia jumped up and caught Icarus and landed back on the ground. He then looked back over his shoulder and watched as Zephyr fell to the ground unconscious.

The bell ringed out signaling the end of the match, as the announcer went on and on about the match and Zephyrs embarrassing defeat, the medics came out and put both Zephyr and the beast onto stretchers and carrier them off. Kihia walked over to Simon and extended a hand to help the mage get up. Whether or not Simon accepted the offer Kihia said, “That was a well fought fight Simon… you showed great skill and dexterity as well as cunning with your movements… it is truly an honor to be fighting alongside you…” Kihia although being a rather reserved person knew of the honor and grace of having the title of Wizard Saint bestowed upon you by the magic council, whether he himself would ever deserve that title, he didn’t know, his only main interest was to protect the honor and members of Lamia Scale, a vow he would sacrifice his very life to keep. Kihia’s eyes closed for a second as he looked up to where his spell had bounced back right at him, So that’s the trick to keeping the onlookers safe… a magic reflecting barrier… perhaps I could…. Suddenly Kihia was snapped out of his trance when he heard the announcer begin to announce the next match, “Just to make sure you are aware… worry not of my magic expenditure… I can assure you I can last longer than most…”

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