Under Fiore: Spirts vs Mortals



"So this was the place you were talking about huh, the atmosphere is just perfect!" Arata said as he walked alongside Nanabira deeper into the cold, dark cavern. "Perfect for what?" Nanabira asked curiously, "For a fight of course!" Arata yelled eagerly, his voice echoed throughout the large cavern with Nanabira swiftly slapping her hand against the back of Arata's head. "You idiot! Keep doing that then you'll definitely get a fight, don't you know that some of my superiors are right above us? I could get kicked out of Libertus for even being here!" Nanabira scolded Arata as he softly rubbed the back of his temple.

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The two preceeded to walk deeper into the cavern, slowly entering the darkness one foot after the other the more they advanced further, Nanabira was obviously relaxed but concentrating as she continued to stare into everlasting darkness that stood infront of the pair. Arata was clearly bored and tired shown by the way he leant back onto crossed hands that held up his head, obliging Arata's head to look forever at the ceiling of the never ending cave. ''Why did I even bring this idiot? What good is he going to do for me? Arata is so stupid sometimes, he better not make any unecessary noises while he's here...'' "What are we looking for anyway? You never told me before I agreed to come with you." Arata turned his head towards the unamused mage, who suddenly halted and moved blocking the way of Arata, continuing by punching him the stomach with great force. "What did I just say about making unnecessary noises?" Nanabira warned Arata as she moved right up to Arata's ear, who was hunched over due to the pain in his stomach. "Oh no, you've got to be joking me."

Two figures from the shadows stood there with their identities concealed by the darkness, Arata was confused on who they were but Nanabira's Lunar Magic allowed her to see just fine in the dark. "Listen, I know what we're doing is wrong but I know how we can resolve this." Nanabira asked the shadowed figures, a grin formed upon her face as she began to voice the sentence, "A friendly spar match? If we win you keep quiet, you win then whatever. Is that a deal, master Samarra and master Theia?".