"That's quite a collection of magic there.....," Abraxis murmured to Aldous, who remained silent in response as he leaned onto the railings on the very top rim of the main Colosseum Stage of the Arena, watching the fight happening 150 metres below him and outside the Colosseum with intense eyes, his cloak flagging in the heavy gale expected from such a height. He's visited the Arena a lot of times already, always hoping to get to see the new people; the new talent that trickles out of the world's divine womb. This was, however, the first time he had seen people fight outside the Colosseum and in the Plaza Stage. For the moment, he was unimpressed, only a little interested as he pointed out his index finger to the right, flexing it like a gun. A black smog-filled laser, Breach Line, pierced into the leg of the man that he had been tasked to capture for his latest job and was now trying to escape his grasp. Aldous barely batted an eyelid as the man fell forward in screams of agony, a pencil-thin hole perforated through the tendons in his right thigh.
"Unhurt....." The warning words of his client reiterated themselves in the form of ghostly memory. Oh well, at least, he must get paid. With a resigned sigh, Aldous walked towards the captive, ignoring the bloodshot stares of panic from the man, and then placed his glowing hand onto the blackened wound. As he healed the man's wound, Aldous kept on watching the fight below him, his eyes especially upon the clearly visible woman on the rooftop of that tiny battleground. From his high-up view, her sitting body was no bigger than an ant and no doubt she probably had the powerful strength of one in comparison to the two fighting below her. He could see that she had something inside her. It's just like himself, only more apparent. Despite the massive distance between them, his wolf-like eyes had little trouble seeing her symptoms. The unmistakable twitching of your head whenever you converse with the being within you, the extremely brief sedateness in your breath and the uncontrollable irregularity in your blinking; it's there. You will never be able to see the symptoms when you look at yourself, but from someone else's point of view, especially one who has to deal with something similar, it's as plain as day. Whatever it was, that entity inside her obviously possessed great power, far outstripping Aldous' own, for the symptoms he made on the woman were of great strength and clarity, alluding to the undoubtedly vast reserves of strength it possessed.
Still unimpressed though. It's nothing fresh, placing something within you to grant you additional strength. "An old trick in the book," ALdous sighed as the thing within him commented, giggling as it did. He agreed though. What can be fresh, however, may be how well that girl can utilize her powers. Either way, from the way she was watching the other two fight, she was obviously confident, but not enough to attack them.
Yet.
"What are you gonna do.....?" He wondered inquisitively, turning to the black-haired man, who was now utilizing some sort of energy-boosted punch with a metal gauntlet, no, an entirely prosthetic arm that is designed for combat. Mildly fresh, but the way he telegraphed the punch as he reeled it back to strengthen and rev up the impact to the other man's stomach, it just made the attack so obvious. But maybe that's the point. A simple punch would have been taken by any normal mage, but one charged up by energy, while still looking the same as a simple punch, can be very deadly. A normal mage might make a mistake of assuming it's a normal punch due to it being so obvious, but that could not be more true with that prosthetic arm. Ha, fairly interesting if you think it that way.
And then as he skidded over the ground to counter his momentum from the black-haired man's punch, the one with the bleached hair seemed to have reeled in some sort of fireball in an attempt to bring his fists down into a burning Double Axe Handle onto his opponent's claw. A straight-forward attack, but no doubt, from the way the man seemed to dramatically create it, this was obviously not the white-haired guy's full strength. In truth, it looked like the man was trying to drag out the fight, for the sake of amusement. An understandable notion, but a mistake that would have been costly if this was not the Arena. Kill first, pose later. Never hesitate to make the killing move in a fight. Never lengthen a fight for the sake of fun. Aldous sighed as he wondered how many young mages these days actually do that. "Well, shall we keep on watching, Aldous?" Abraxis asked with a humorous voice, the sentient bicycle cycling up to Aldous' side.
"No....," Aldous shook his head in a negative response. His healing of his captive done, Aldous hauled the now silent man over his shoulder,"We have to move. I can't waste any more time watching people who see a fight as a game and a pissing contest."
"Aye aye sir. Pity, I was hoping we could get a break for once," Abraxis sarcastically lamented as Aldous swiftly got on the bicycle, an array of -purple-black seals pulsing around them as he did. Without another look at the fighters, Aldous cycled Abraxis out and over the edge of the Colosseum rim, the duo not even losing a centimeter to gravity as Aldous' Seal Floater came into effect. Now levitating in the chilly air high above the battleground and probably only a dot from the point of view of the participants, Aldous pulled his cloak over him even more as he begun to push Abraxis' pedals, his bicycle moving through the air 150 meters off the ground and into the domain that only dragons can understand. However, while he would eventually leave the Arena, Aldous took the brief time he still had in the air and watched the fight go a little further, in the hopes of seeing something fresh....