*Rhys sits in the middle of the tile, his clothes and hair are rugged, dirty and smeared with his own blood, and his sword tossed to his side. He seems to have healed a bit from his last fight, but his mind certainly hasn’t. Seeing people in leagues vastly above him with the likes of his mentor and his chief lose completely and utterly has made him plunge into despair. All the training he’s done seems to have been for naught against Greylien, the guilt and shame over his galaxy having no chance of survival in his mind drove him to inactivity.*

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*Rhys sits in the middle of the tile, his clothes and hair are rugged, dirty and smeared with his own blood, and his sword tossed to his side. He seems to have healed a bit from his last fight, but his mind certainly hasn’t. Seeing people in leagues vastly above him with the likes of his mentor and his chief lose completely and utterly has made him plunge into despair. All the training he’s done seems to have been for naught against Greylien, the guilt and shame over his galaxy having no chance of survival in his mind drove him to inactivity.*

"Oy, boyscout!" With flapping wings an old foe lands on a rock perching above Rhys. Sennir kneels over him with a smirk. "What's with the long face? You had more fight in you last time we met."

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*Rhys sits in the middle of the tile, his clothes and hair are rugged, dirty and smeared with his own blood, and his sword tossed to his side. He seems to have healed a bit from his last fight, but his mind certainly hasn’t. Seeing people in leagues vastly above him with the likes of his mentor and his chief lose completely and utterly has made him plunge into despair. All the training he’s done seems to have been for naught against Greylien, the guilt and shame over his galaxy having no chance of survival in his mind drove him to inactivity.*

"Oy, boyscout!" With flapping wings an old foe lands on a rock perching above Rhys. Sennir kneels over him with a smirk. "What's with the long face? You had more fight in you last time we met."

*Rhys raises his head and sees Sennir through his rugged hair covering some of his face* The hell do you want, lizard brain?

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"Oy, boyscout!" With flapping wings an old foe lands on a rock perching above Rhys. Sennir kneels over him with a smirk. "What's with the long face? You had more fight in you last time we met."

*Rhys raises his head and sees Sennir through his rugged hair covering some of his face* The hell do you want, lizard brain?

"Charming." She keeps grinning. "Come on, pick yourself up. I don't feel comfortable fighting someone who looks so down in the dumps."

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*Rhys raises his head and sees Sennir through his rugged hair covering some of his face* The hell do you want, lizard brain?

"Charming." She keeps grinning. "Come on, pick yourself up. I don't feel comfortable fighting someone who looks so down in the dumps."

*Rhys grasps around for his sword before finding it and gripping it very weakly, he thrusts it into the floor and pulls himself up with it* This is pointless.

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"Charming." She keeps grinning. "Come on, pick yourself up. I don't feel comfortable fighting someone who looks so down in the dumps."

*Rhys grasps around for his sword before finding it and gripping it very weakly, he thrusts it into the floor and pulls himself up with it* This is pointless.

"What? You so used to winning that you can't stand one little defeat?" She pulls herself to her feet. "You're here because you're the best your galaxy's got. If your world's watch you moan, how are you supposed to inspire hope?" Steam rises from her body. "Not that it's gonna matter, because the one who'll take down Greylian will be me!" She stamps on the rock and it shatters in all directions, launching shrapnel towards Rhys.

Emperor Athemeus looks from the stands confused.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demands. "I promised an alliance with our Cosmic friends!"
"Plans change." Lok says with a playful and knowing smile. "I think we need to rough up the Tyr a little."

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*Rhys grasps around for his sword before finding it and gripping it very weakly, he thrusts it into the floor and pulls himself up with it* This is pointless.

"What? You so used to winning that you can't stand one little defeat?" She pulls herself to her feet. "You're here because you're the best your galaxy's got. If your world's watch you moan, how are you supposed to inspire hope?" Steam rises from her body. "Not that it's gonna matter, because the one who'll take down Greylian will be me!" She stamps on the rock and it shatters in all directions, launching shrapnel towards Rhys.

Emperor Athemeus looks from the stands confused.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demands. "I promised an alliance with our Cosmic friends!"
"Plans change." Lok says with a playful and knowing smile. "I think we need to rough up the Tyr a little."

*Rhys stands still letting the shrapnel shatter on his body* Tough words for someone who can’t even hope to defeat me. *He tightens up his glove and grips his sword tightly before pulling it out of the ground and back into its scabbard*

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"What? You so used to winning that you can't stand one little defeat?" She pulls herself to her feet. "You're here because you're the best your galaxy's got. If your world's watch you moan, how are you supposed to inspire hope?" Steam rises from her body. "Not that it's gonna matter, because the one who'll take down Greylian will be me!" She stamps on the rock and it shatters in all directions, launching shrapnel towards Rhys.

Emperor Athemeus looks from the stands confused.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demands. "I promised an alliance with our Cosmic friends!"
"Plans change." Lok says with a playful and knowing smile. "I think we need to rough up the Tyr a little."

*Rhys stands still letting the shrapnel shatter on his body* Tough words for someone who can’t even hope to defeat me. *He tightens up his glove and grips his sword tightly before pulling it out of the ground and back into its scabbard*

"Ha!" Sennir laughs, masking her approach with the shrapnel and throwing one fist towards Rhys' head. "You only won because I was bigger than the ring! You won't get so lucky today!"

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*Rhys stands still letting the shrapnel shatter on his body* Tough words for someone who can’t even hope to defeat me. *He tightens up his glove and grips his sword tightly before pulling it out of the ground and back into its scabbard*

"Ha!" Sennir laughs, masking her approach with the shrapnel and throwing one fist towards Rhys' head. "You only won because I was bigger than the ring! You won't get so lucky today!"

*Rhys raises two fingers and blocks her fist, stopping it in its tracks, still flinching from all his injuries*
Rhys: I’ve grown much stronger since then. *A slight smirk creeps up to his face, only a little*

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"Ha!" Sennir laughs, masking her approach with the shrapnel and throwing one fist towards Rhys' head. "You only won because I was bigger than the ring! You won't get so lucky today!"

*Rhys raises two fingers and blocks her fist, stopping it in its tracks, still flinching from all his injuries*
Rhys: I’ve grown much stronger since then. *A slight smirk creeps up to his face, only a little*

"Maybe you have. But from my memory, I was dominating you last time we fought!" Sennir's other arm swings around, chitin and spikes growing around her fist and knuckles, her strength growing. "Let's see if you can match the Onilung!"

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*Rhys raises two fingers and blocks her fist, stopping it in its tracks, still flinching from all his injuries*
Rhys: I’ve grown much stronger since then. *A slight smirk creeps up to his face, only a little*

"Maybe you have. But from my memory, I was dominating you last time we fought!" Sennir's other arm swings around, chitin and spikes growing around her fist and knuckles, her strength growing. "Let's see if you can match the Onilung!"

*Rhys furrows his eyebrows at that statement* Must be misremembering because last I remember all I needed was a slight warm up before beating yo- *Too caught up in his ego Sennir hits Rhys off guard, throwing him to the ground, He's visibly more pissed off now than depressed*

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"Maybe you have. But from my memory, I was dominating you last time we fought!" Sennir's other arm swings around, chitin and spikes growing around her fist and knuckles, her strength growing. "Let's see if you can match the Onilung!"

*Rhys furrows his eyebrows at that statement* Must be misremembering because last I remember all I needed was a slight warm up before beating yo- *Too caught up in his ego Sennir hits Rhys off guard, throwing him to the ground, He's visibly more pissed off now than depressed*

Sennir shakes her fist, proud of the attack.
"You say you've been training like that's special. We've all been training. But your spark is snuffed. Come on, set a fire in your heart." A familiar wave of warmth flows over Rhys as Sennir prepares to set the area around him ablaze.

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*Rhys furrows his eyebrows at that statement* Must be misremembering because last I remember all I needed was a slight warm up before beating yo- *Too caught up in his ego Sennir hits Rhys off guard, throwing him to the ground, He's visibly more pissed off now than depressed*

Sennir shakes her fist, proud of the attack.
"You say you've been training like that's special. We've all been training. But your spark is snuffed. Come on, set a fire in your heart." A familiar wave of warmth flows over Rhys as Sennir prepares to set the area around him ablaze.

*Rhys chuckles and swipes the blood off his face* Alright. *He rests his hand with the special glove on the ground and a massive pillar protrudes forwards out the ground towards Sennir's stomach, Rhys quickly rushes and runs on the pillar towards Sennir*

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Sennir shakes her fist, proud of the attack.
"You say you've been training like that's special. We've all been training. But your spark is snuffed. Come on, set a fire in your heart." A familiar wave of warmth flows over Rhys as Sennir prepares to set the area around him ablaze.

*Rhys chuckles and swipes the blood off his face* Alright. *He rests his hand with the special glove on the ground and a massive pillar protrudes forwards out the ground towards Sennir's stomach, Rhys quickly rushes and runs on the pillar towards Sennir*

Sennir takes the blow, having forgot this was a trick up Rhys' sleeve. She coughs but does little else, it doesn't make her smirk fade for a moment. She pushes off from the pillar and takes flight, firing the arrowhead at the tip of her tail at Rhys as he approaches.

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*Rhys chuckles and swipes the blood off his face* Alright. *He rests his hand with the special glove on the ground and a massive pillar protrudes forwards out the ground towards Sennir's stomach, Rhys quickly rushes and runs on the pillar towards Sennir*

Sennir takes the blow, having forgot this was a trick up Rhys' sleeve. She coughs but does little else, it doesn't make her smirk fade for a moment. She pushes off from the pillar and takes flight, firing the arrowhead at the tip of her tail at Rhys as he approaches.

*Rhys speeds up and evades the attack, trying to use the momentum to grab her tail and slam her into the pillar*