Oi.

Nikolai looked at the area that surrounded him, all the while sitting in a grassland. Nothing but grass and trees on one side, and sand on the other. Absolutely bored, he looked at Raika but once and sighed. Perhaps he would stay here the rest of his life, or he would stay here one minute. He didn't know, and neither did I, to be perfectly honest.

Twenty minutes passed by, The Wildheart asleep, until he woke up thinking "that he could find someone to fight", he said. He took Raika into his hands, started walking, looking for someone that could satisfy his desire for violence.

The winds flowed through the field like invisible ribbons sailing through the void that people knew as the air, small seeds and flecks of small grasses dancing in the air as the sun began to set behind the young man who walked onto the grassland, his raven hair tied into a ponytail, and his robes, robes of another land that were a light, almost baby blue color with white triangles on the sleeves as though to mimic mountains, rested on the young man's body. A body which felt boiling blood pump through his veins and caused him to feel excitement. Blood that yearned for adventure, for battle, for combat unending in order to obtain a true course of power. He could only smile as he stared into the sky, taking in the blue and gold hues mixing with the orange and red that came with the setting sun. He was glad to have the sun behind him, as even now he felt it's warmth on his back.

But, as he walked, his toes and heel touching the grass thanks to his foot ware of leather and rubber that covered only the arch of his foot, and feeling the dry dirt and grass beneath his feet, he saw a man sitting in the grass and his sapphire eyes shined lightly as he waved his right hand to the wan, the chains about his waist twitching and jingling with each movement, before placing his hands at his waist where the chains resided, clutching the chains with his left hand just before one of the two one pound weighted spheres that resided on either end of his dearest weapon, Star Light. *"Perhaps we will see some fun after all, eh Star light?"* He whispered to himself, excitement rising in him as a grin formed on his face.

"Oi mate, Fancy a spar? I know it's sudden, but I've been rarin for a fight all day"* He spoke, his excitement getting the better of him as he felt his accent from his home land begin to shine a bit. It was a fast accent with a light lift on the a's that often made his a's sound like Ah's. But he didn't care, what he did care fore, was his opponents reacting. He was laready with the weather in his favor, the wind blowing towards the man, and the sun behind him, resulting with the light of the sun block much of his own visage if stared at for too long.

Nikolai's hair pleaded to release itself from its head as it blew in the coming wind. An opponent that had taken care of asking him to fight, relieving Nikolai from throwing down the big question.

"Yo. So you want to fight, eh? Let's go."

The Draco Mage would be initiating a challenge for himself for this battle: Try to only use Raika for this fight. The Wildheart was more than capable, in his opinion of taking on the other mage with his Magma-Make, but Nikolai saw this as an opportunity to hone his melee combat skills.

"You can make the first move."

The raven haired mage smiled to himself, as he manually began to unwrap the chain from his body, feeling the metal clank and clatter as he felt his body become lighter. The chains after only a little unwrapping, fell limp on the ground with a resounding chatter and clatter that reminded Izagai of each time he had chosen to wield the notorious  weapon, gripping the course iron in his left hand, feeling the links that held it together. He estimated his opponent no more than twelve feet away, which meant he merely needed to do a little bit of gap closing.

The black haired young man flicked his right wrist towards his opponent while pointing, releasing a single super thin needle towards the ground about five feet before his opponent, using the hand motion as a distraction and smiled as he pointed.*"Let me show you a neat trick. Three.....two....."* He vanishes for only a split second before appearing only five feet from his sitting opponent, the chain springing to life like and animal as it attempted to strike his opponent straight in the gut with the metal sphere, as the now seemingly black eyed boy spoke, yelling as abruptly as he appeared*"ONE!"* He hoped to catch the man of guard right there and then, but a part of him... well a part of him wanted the man to dodge, and keep the game going just a little longer. At least long enough to kill the stifling boredom that so often filled the man's mind.

95%/100% remaining Magic

Nikolai looked around, at anything he could use to create a strategy, if he had one. As soon as he heard the counting, the Wildheart sprung up from his slumber, preparing Raika. He automatically assumed that the man was preparing an attack:

A clanging sound reverberates throughout the area as the two weapons collide. In the nick of time, Nikolai had managed to create a defense for himself, although his doing so was far too close.

As the weapons collided, the chain weapon, while it normally would have bounce and clattered back, slithered around the blade like a anaconda made of iron, seeking it's prey. However as it did this, the sapphire eyed man gave a light grin , not at his opponent but at the weapon, and spoke through gritted teeth at the weapon*"You really hold too much of a grudge against other weapons... oh well, Let's do it Star Light"* As he spoke, the man's skin seemingly began to glitter as his body became transparent, , the setting sun refracting through his body as waves of light would shine at his opponenet. In truth, this was simply his gift, his birth right. He was now diamond, and he figured he might as well use the sun to his advantage, as he would jerk the man's weapon towards himself in an attempt to break the man's grip on the weapon, and to appease the ever jealous Star light.

If the man did not let go, he would still have trouble seeing thanks to the refracted rainbow of light shined upon him, which would let the now shining young man rush forward and tackled bare force into the man in an attempt to grappel him down, and would attempt to use the other long length on the eight foot chain, to let itself bind the man and his weapon safely together. How he loved the chance of battle.

The chain wound against Raika with more clanging. Knowing that there'd be absolutely no way that he'd get Raika loose unless he did something that he had promised himself that he wasn't going to do for the length of the fight. Damn! Craftier than I thought, Nikolai exclaimed within the confines of his mind. He felt the magic power warming up in his arm, and in his left arm only. The warmth turned into a blue aura, which later turned into a blue ball, which seemed to be gathering energy from all directions. He continued charging up this blue ball until he pointed the index finger which as carrying the blue ball at the man, who seemed as though he had become transparent.

"Magma-Make Doom Blast."

The ball of blue magma immediately turned into a coning wave of itself, and if it wouldn't be able to strike the man directly, it would give Nikolai a chance to break Raika loose of the chain's grip.

The raven haired mage tugged at the chain with the force he could muster, but the man before him held up a finger and pointed at him. That usually meant a quick casting spell, or a fake out, but even while diamond, he wasn't going to take a chance. Instead, he grinned at the man and let out a loud scream while staring at the man's eyes. The scream was not of fear, but like a wild animal's calling card, as his skin in an instant turned to a greyish surface, and his steps sounded far heavier, his body matching the color of his chains as he held the scream, and in this form, he took a nail from the air, a light clicking sound in his hand as it appeared, although his scream vastly out matched the sound, as while the man was about to release his spell, he harshly tossed the nail several feet in the air, at least ten.

And in the instant the spell was released, the raven haired man and his chains where gone as abruptly as the screaming that had suddenly shifted to the air above the man, as the young man now seemingly made of iron fell from the sky, swinging down his chain with great force, as it reached for the blade once again, and if it could not get the blade, it would seek to wrap around it's user's left arm, and would seek to bind it to the man's side. This fight was getting fun, to be fighting a fellow mage? Maybe today wouldn't be a total bomb!

Nikolai sighed in frustration as his attack missed. Something like this would probably cause a person to lose his composure, but thinking about something was the main point on the Wildheart's mind. Something that would cause him to win this fight.

"See with your mind's eye as they say!" Nikolai's mentor said.

"If I could do that, I wouldn't be havin' problems."

Nikolai thought for another split second until he noticed something interesting. More of an interesting plan, it was. Holding his left hand out, the Wildheart allowed the chain to bind with his arm, but with a twist: He let it bind to his arm in a way so that he would be holding it, with an incredibly strong grip. Immediately the Draco Mage heaved with all the force in his body: He would literally whisk the man through the sky, towards him. He prepared Raika for a sideways slash when the man got within cutting distance of him, and when he would probably do that, he would slash with all his might to create a deep gash in the man's chest.

As the chain came around the mains arm, bind as if a snake, the sapphire man made seemingly of iron saw the chain become grabbed, and felt a pulling force. This man was fun for sure! The weapon however, as he was pulled towards the man, would seemingly vanish again just before the swing of the sword as only five feet before the man, would appear the charging berserker of a mage only five feet before him, although his skin had changed again, this time it seemed thin, and there was a crakle to his body as he seemingly turned to paper. But that wasn't all, in only a moment he would close the gap, ducking under the lava slinging mage's arm and with his left hand, swung the chain about the man's body as he changed back to just before reaching the man, and would place his right arm around the left side of the man's body whose attention would likely be confused and towards the sky, and would grab the chain with his right hand as it swung around and would headbutt the man in the chest, the iron of his body clinging loudly.

This man had a good run, but even if he could still get up after the assualt on his chest, he would be knocked flat of his air supply and would need to lie down and catch his breath. Assuming he took the attack as expected, the currently iron man would release the chains and let him catch his breath and speak with a cheer in his voice as his gray body would remain still in the gust of wind*"You think too much man, battles are feeling!"*