The Big Bad .BR.A.WL.

[lysander]

Big Ben. At night it stood like a solemn guardian, watching out over the alleys and sidestreets of it's fair city. And during the day, it slept, going unnoticed by the general populace. Because it was just another place they had come to accept as normal...

Normal could not describe what would happen there today. Because, although the people who lived in London saw Big Ben as just another sight tourists went to see, the tourists saw it as something incredible, and would always be attracted to it. Iznan was no different, in that sense. Upon arriving he had immediately gone to the tallest point he could find, to survey the city. Of course he'd found himself in the upper hallway of the grand clock tower, and found it suitable. It was well known that spiders preferred the uninhabited dark corners to begin building their nests, and Iznan, again fit the typical mold. A tourist and a spider. These things were too true of him. And yet nothing alike them in some ways.

A janitor opened up a maintenance door to one side of Iznan, and immediately stopped. "Hey! You! You're not supposed to be up here." A tourist would have admitted that they had done something wrong, and been taken away. A spider would have scurried off into its darkest holdings. Iznan stood up and stared at the janitor as if daring him to hold his ground. "What?"[/color] The teenager muttered, chewing on a toothpick between his lips. The man, young and fresh, decided he didn't get paid enough to struggle with some unruly kid. It was dangerous up here, and if Iznan wanted to dance on the edge, that was his business.

When the janitor had left, Iznan was still standing there in the middle of the hallway, looking out over the town. His choppy black hair swayed in a slight breeze, and his red eyes flitted back and forth from building to building. He wore only a black tank-top and a pair of jeans belted to his hips. "Ladies, gentlemen, and fleshsacks of all ages. This world is mine."[/color] He whispered, before walking towards the maintenance door.[/size]

[Magius]

There was a blue flash from one of the darker corners of the hallway. Out of the Shadows stepped a young man. He was tall and moved with and athleticism that showed in his build. His long messy brown hair was blown around in the breeze that was common at these heights. "Not Quite." said the young man. He walked up to the door that Iznan was about to walk threw and casual leaned against it with his arms folded across his chest.

"This world belongs to its people. You have no claim to it." He said as he looked the other boy in the eye with a relaxed and calm look, though his ice blue eyes told a different story. His eyes had a cold and calculating look in them. A grin suddenly formed on his face, breaking the serious atmosphere that had been there only a moment before. "Nice job with the janitor back there by the way. I’m Orion, Iatros Orion.” He said as he held out his hand to Iznan as one would for a handshake.

[Xemnas (I)]

But the two of them weren't alone. There was another figure there, one dressed in a black robe. And he wasn't too excited about the claim, either. Of course, it was very difficult, nigh impossible, to make him feel ANY emotion whatsoever, so the cloaked man merely stood and watched.

"Truly, that is a brilliant design, but there is a slight complication." The figure floated down to stand beside the other two. "How precisely are you going to take this world from the thousands who wish to take it for themselves?" Pulling the hood down, Xemnas revealed his tanned face. It was devoid of emotion, just a blank expression, one that, if anything, was one of loathing.

[Jun]

[So we're all appearing in flashes of light now, are we?]

Portals.

How he hated them.

Honestly, to be somewhere focused on a task at one moment and then whisked away into another world was truly frustrating. It was odd of him to say he hated these though, regardless. After all, did he not love the unknown? Did he not want to discover things that remained undiscovered by all?

The answer was yes, but one has to account for the fact that this was the twentieth or so time this had occurred. It was starting to become less exciting and more of a nuisance.

Still, the green-haired archer reappeared only inches above the ground this time, able to stay on his feet upon landing. A basic check of his person revealed his quiver and armor were all still intact. Of course, seconds after he checked all this he realized there were three strangers around him. Rather dark-looking ones at that. And they seemed to be talking about...politics? Something about who owned the world?

Wait...owned the world? Were they like Emperor Mateus, hoping to take over the world for their own? Even if Illyas had no idea what world this was (though the building he had landing in had a similar feel to the ones back home), he knew he could not let them hurt innocent people.

His country's pride was at stake.

But for now he would not jump into an unneeded battle. Perhaps he had heard wrong?

"Might I ask what you three are up to?"

[lysander]

Iznan smirked when first one, then two, then three opposing forces came to stand against him. Okay, so maybe the third had no idea where he even was, but in the regard that he'd showed up he was an obstacle and thus an opposing force. The spider waved his hand before the Iatros with a smirk, his fingers dancing just out of reach of the other's nose, and a swirl of darkness collected in his hand, forming a ball. But it was no ordinary ball; it was a shimmer of different colors, and had a strange cross symbol on it.

With a theatrical turn, he displayed the ball to all three who had been assembled there, not answering a one of their questions. "Taking this world is a game."

[/color] His smirk was evident in his sinister monologue. He raised the ball above his head, and before anyone would react brought it down against the ground in a flash of color. "And the game starts now."[/color]

Exploding into a hundred spiders, the teenager had gone, but in his place he had left a predicament. Still on the ground was a glowing ball that resonated with untold power; apparently enough to take over the world. Could either of these three trust each other to take a reasonable approach to this? Probably not. Only the strong will survive this BRAWL.[/blockquote][/size]

[Magius]

Iatros stared at the strange glowing ball that lay before him and the other two. Based on what the spider said this ball could be used to take over this world. Well since he was here to stop that from happening, he figured destroying the ball would eliminate the threat. He quickly summoned his sword so that the other two before the other two could get to the ball. He flipped it into reverse grip and, with both hands and his arcane strength, stabbed his sword down toward the ball like a nail being driven into a piece of wood.

The tip of the sword struck the ball perfectly and......did nothing. The blade barely left a scratch. He gave the glowing ball a curious look before repeating the attack two more times. Still nothing. He lifted up his sword in one hand while scratching his head with the other. "Durable little thing isn't It." he said to no-one in particular.

[Xemnas (I)]

Xemnas rushed at the ball next, taking aim and striking it with both arm blades which he drew spur of the moment. The ball floated upward, seemingly ignoring all laws of gravity, and of space. Luckily for Xemnas, so did he. Floating above the others, Xemnas followed the ball of energy upward. Luckily for him, neither of the other two were proficient at ranged combat...were they?

[Jun]

[OOC: 15 AP...so Iatros counted for 2 with Arcane Strength, and Xenmas used a weapon, which is 1 AP...so we have 12 AP to go?]

Bad day.

That was really the only way to explain this situation.

One of the strangers burst into a swarm of spiders after creating a glowing orb of energy...or some such thing. Regardless, only two others were left besides Illyas, and they wasted no time...trying to destroy the sphere? Just what was it anyways?

The archer stood his ground as the two others took out swords (typical...) and began to strike the sphere. What had they been talking about before he got here? Something about taking over this world, correct? Did this sphere have some connection to such a thing? If so, why were they trying to destroy it?

Again, there were more questions then he could answer.

And yet he felt a pull towards the sphere. The urge to break it was surprisingly great. Before he realized what was happening, the soldier had summoned Quintessence into his hands.

"I suppose...destroying the ball to prevent them from taking it would not be such a horrible idea." he assured himself, taking an arrow out of his quiver and loading it.

Taking aim in an Even stance, he let the arrow go, watching it sing through the air and nail the mystical sphere.

...well, nail was hardly the right word. More like it made a tiny dent before falling into the darkness below.

Wait, "darkness below"?

Just how high up were they right now?

[lysander]

[11 Normal Attacks or 11AP left on the Ball. It has now sunk back towards the ground, with an even distance between Iatros (on the one side), Illyas (on the other side), and Xemnas (above). It will leave the field at the end of next turn.]