Monstro Town - Kyrk's Domicile: Den
Despite being windowless and a bit claustrophobic, this living room is
actually very nice. A sofa and loveseat are set angled to each other in one
corner, and lighting similar to the previous hallway's is installed at
varying spots within the ceiling. A small table sits between the two pieces
of furniture, with a pictureframe set upright upon its flat surface. A door
is stationed along the northern wall, and an open entryway leads south into
what appears to be a small kitchenette.

Kyrk watches as the women all scuttle on down the Foyer hallway, listening for the sound of the leaving elevator before inclining his head at nothing in particular. "I'm surprised, somewhat. I had figured you would have not let them go without your company so easily, from what I know of you. I'd pegged you as more of the protective sort than most people might consider, at first glance."

Tyrranis watches the girls leave with a vauge smile on his face, but turns his attention back to Kyrk with a shrug. "The way I see it, this area is supposed to be clear. And I would assume that Crossroads, Lorastine, and Molliane can take care of themselves."

"Without a doubt. The Twins are also of our fold, so there will be a considerable force to deal with, should the offchance occur that they run into trouble." Kyrk hesitates for a moment, as if another thought had then crossed his mind, but he dismisses it noticeably. "But to that end, I wanted to ask you of something. Do you remember the discussion we had some time ago, relating to leadership qualities?"

Tyrranis thinks for a moment, and then nods. "Vaugely. I remember mostly emotions. A cold feeling, the feeling of wanting a fight, and then I remember anger and anxiety towards Crossroads." Tyrranis furrows his brow, and rubs at his arm. "Why?"

"I just felt that I did not get the chance to offer you a full conversation in regards to what I feel are 'needed' leadership qualities, since you did ask. I get the impression that you have accepted your role as this 'leader' by now, but I, myself, would like to... 'engage' this concept somewhat more thoroughly." Kyrk puts a hand on his hip, glancing toward the Foyer. "You're fairly reliant on your powers, aren't you, Tyrranis? In terms of combat enhancement capabilities."

Tyrranis shrugs simply in response to Kyrk's words. "I suppose at this point I might be considered by some to be a leader. I would... argue with this point, but yes. I am confident as to my combat abilities. It is how I lived for many years."

Kyrk nod affirmingly. "I had figured as much to be true. But leadership isn't really something that just springs upon a person. I prefer to think that it grows into a mindset over time, whether a person desires it or not. Between Molly and the Twins, I'm certain I am considered a leader of sorts, though I think of us as all on equal footing." He fully turns toward the Foyer at this point. "Specifically, I'd like a display of your abilities. I'm mildly curious as to what you can, or could, do without your endowments."

Tyrranis stands now, head cocked to the side. "Kyrk, are you asking me to fight you? And, if you are, then are you certian that we could fight in an area like this? It is... cramped."

Kyrk waves a hand dismissively. "'Fight' is a vague term. Most people use the word 'spar' nowadays, since neither of us intend on actually slaying the other. And of course not here; there is a place nearby where a lot of my training sessions take place with Mollianne and the Twins, and it is ideal: away from society AND fragile objects. I consider this as more of a request to see what your strengths and weaknesses are, nothing more."

"Allies should know when and where they need to cover their comrades' backs." Kyrk starts toward the Foyer, stopping to grab his rose Soul Gem from a side table on the way. "Bring whatever you think is necessary to provide an adequate offense and defense, and follow me, if you would." Kyrk, himself, only wears a black tank top and dark sweatpants, as he has been for most of the morning. No weapons, no armor.

Tyrranis follows the emotionless wishborn, though he himself carries what he normally does, his towel and bat. "Sparring is not something I've had the chance to do often. Battle is mostly a life or death issue."

"Understandable. I've never been one to assume one way or the other, but know that I will engage you with no malice. Though I do not doubt your abilities in the slightest, and I assume you to be one who angers at the concept of a lack of effort or abstained challenge. So fear not, I shall do my best to provide at least a fair attempt of both." He smirks faintly, but it is as quickly gone as it appeared. Kyrk disappears down the Foyer, holding his Soul Gem loosely.




Kyrk leads Tyrranis, once leaving the elevator that brings them to the surface, through the caves of Myrrh Island only a short distance in ascension, coming out of the cave onto a side cliff with a sizeable ground area; a couple of kunai are lying discarded nearby, along with a well-used sword leaning up against the cliff face wall.

The area does indeed have the feel of being used frequently for the cause of battle and training, even being as high into the air as it is while overlooking the rest of the world from its placement. Kyrk takes a breath as he exits the cave, rubbing his nose with a free hand.

Tyrranis exits the cave as well, and spends a little while walking the area where they are supposed to fight. He fills his lungs with fresh air, and sighs deeply. "It is good to be outside." Tyrranis turns to Kyrk, and sinks into a ready stance. "Shall we then?"

Kyrk walks toward the cliff face where the battered sword is resting, and sets his Soul Gem down nearby, turning to take up a spot some several feet away from Tyrranis. He stands in a fairly loose stance, but seems a little distracted by something for a brief moment. He looks at Tyrranis for a good few moments before responding. "Indeed. I'll start with this, then, to determine where our compatabilities lie." Kyrk stands straight, arms at his side. "En guarde, Tyrranis."

Following his verbal warning of engagement, Kyrk bolts forward, arms still at his side as he sprints, looking as though he were making for a full-on, full-body collision!

Tyrranis examines Kyrk with hard eyes for a moment, and as he dashes forwards, Tyrranis' expression changes completely. His eyes widen, his teeth bare, and a primal roar pulls itself from his chest. Tyrranis slams a foot down and swings his bat with both hands at the spot where Kyrk will charge.

Kyrk alters the charge upon hearing/seeing the roar, and throws himself forward in a roll as Tyrranis slams his foot down; he pretty much slides across the ground, attempting to drop under the bat swing and forcefully (as forcefully as a 5'11" human can) kick one of Tyrranis' legs out from under him in ankle sweep.

Tyrranis lets momentum take him as he sees Kyrk ducking, and spins fully around, stepping over Kyrk and moving his other leg as Kyrk tries to kick it out, and becoming a little whirlwind for a moment before coming to a halt. "Good, Good, GOOD! FIGHT MORE!"

Kyrk springs to his feet following the miss, his attention focused and steeled as he doesn't stand off from being as close as he is, and instead throws an elbow at Tyrranis' midsection, a little undersized to actually be aiming for the face like he'd originally intended.

Tyrranis tenses his abs as Kyrk's elbow rockets towards it, but grunts as the impact hits him regardless. He hesitates for a moment, but his bat raises up and Tyrranis roars again, swinging his weapon down.

Kyrk withdraws his elbow following the blow, and attempts to sidestep, but his foot catches on a mount of kicked-up soil and he stumbles somewhat to the side instead; part of his shoulder is slammed by the bat's vertical assault, doing more to knock him off to the side as he lets out a half-grunt, half-yelp of pain, stepping back a few paces from Tyrranis and holding his bruised shoulder at the upper arm just below it, his face an unnerving mask attempting to conceal his injured state.

You say 'So it is. Power and speed... I suppose I wasn't expecting that much.'

Tyrranis' knuckles turn white as the grip onto the bat, and he spreads his arms wide, face locked in a rigour grimace of anger. "Stop now. Draw your sword and bring it against me. Let me know what the might of a Leader is supposed to be!"

Kyrk looks upon Tyrranis and those words, and gives a glance sidelong at the kunai lying nearby, and then the sword up against the wall. He looks rather pitiful at the moment, all things considered; a man with short black hair in a black tank top and dark sweatpants, holding an injured arm. However, he seems to realize what he is actually up against, perhaps finally, and resigns himself. "Proverbially, as you wish." Kyrk lets go of his arm, and narrows his eyes; something is suddenly there that shouldn't be. Not for him. Near the battered sword previously mentioned, the rose Soul Gem begins to glow; a warning glow. The light of a threat coming upon them, and wherever Tyrranis' Soul Gem may be located, it too would begin to throb in warning, detecting the presence of corruption nearby. Kyrk glares upon Tyrranis nevertheless, his rose irises suddenly changing, their color twisting through darkening hues until they retain a solid silver shade.

Tyrranis steps closer to Kyrk, bat held at the ready, but stops and growls. He uncorks his bat, and retrieves his gem. "Of course someone will interrupt the first fight I've had in such a long time. Come Kyrk. We shall crush this idiot and than get back to what is important."

Kyrk steels his silvered gaze on Tyrranis as he approaches, but growls a pseudo-serpentine hiss at the sight of Tyrranis' Soul Gem. "Letting down your guard isss a a bad mistake, Tyrranisss." He suddenly dashes forward, swinging his injured arm forward; two things are worth noting, here. The first would likely be the fingernails that have become lengthened, almost talon-like claws, and the other would be the bruise no longer apparent on Kyrk's shoulder. In either case, Kyrk's face is a new expression of emotion that should, by all accounts, not be there, but it is far from happy or pleasant.

Tyrranis turns back as Kyrk surges forwards, and staggers for a moment. He looks down at his chest, and the new lines of blood that mark the separation of his flesh. He looks up at Kyrk, a blank expression on his face. "What?" The blood seeps down, and the color in the air around him drains as his soul gem glows. "WHAT?"

Tyrranis' towel snaps irregularly, becoming his standard blue hakama as his bat slowly tumbles from his grip. His face changes from nothing into a slow look of anger, and then rage. Color drains completely from infront him as several of his scars open, as if they had never been healed in the first place.

Pigmentation returns to the world, but this time reveals something... else before Tyrranis. The giganto reaches forwards, and grips onto the handle of the cruel looking black greatsword before him. "I. WILL. NOT. YIELD!"

Kyrk seems unphased by this display of power coming from Tyrranis, his eyes hard and focused. Despite the somewhat-monsterous transformation, the majority of him still looks human, save for the nails on his feet, fingers, and, when his mouth opens, the length of his canines. His Soul Gem on the ground a bit of a ways away still glows in warning of the threat of Yoma/Witch, and does so in the form of a gem that has not assumed transformation. "Ironic that you lecture me about not bringing the fight when it is necessssary, and then immediately drop your guard. I had hoped you to avoid the use of the Sssoul Gem, but." Kyrk dismisses this abruptly, leaping forward toward Tyrranis and swinging a claw at his face savagely, gritting his teeth behind the overlapping canines in his mouth.

As suddenly as you dismisses his line of thought, Tyrranis' entire demeanor changes. His wide eyed, teeth clenched look drops, but he doesn't sway a bit to try and avoid your strike to his face. Less he seems not to give two fucks. Instead his arm twists suddenly, lashing the black weapon towards you.

Kyrk assumedly slashes Tyrranis full across the face, and apparently realizing the danger this puts him in, actually GRABS Tyrranis's face in mid-slash, pulling himself forward and attempting to use the according momentum to fly clear of the incoming blade swipe; his overall abilities seem to have been enhanced upon this odd transformation, despite the minimal physical differences.

Tyrranis tilts his head to the side as Kyrks' claws rip into his face, and as the man attempts to pull himself over, Tyrranis reaches up with his free hand, and siezes Kyrk's ankle. "No." He pulls, slamming a foot forward and upsetting Kyrk's momentum as he treats Kyrk like a weapon. "FALL." Whipping the man forwards, Tyrranis seeks to slam Kyrk to the ground by his ankle.

Kyrk jolts as he is pulled out of the air, but his resolve doesn't falter even then; he quickly bends backward while being whipped forward toward the ground, planting his arms out in front of him as the ground rapidly approaches, and with an impact that sends dirt everywhere, he prevents himself from being bodily smashed on the ground by having his arms take the momentum instead, that of which actually sink into the ground a good several inches upon impact.

Seeking to then complete the aerial backflip, and using his augmented strength, Kyrk attempts to pull Tyrranis up and over as he pulls his legs up and over behind him in a reverse handspring.

Dropping his sword, which evaporates as it leaves his grip, Tyrranis propells himself into your flip, using his grip on the man to orbit him in the air. Following Tyr is an arc of blood however, more of his scars opening as the space around his right hand turns grey. Lashing out with his right hand, Tyrranis attempts to grab hold of one of your arms, an insane grin on his face.

A strange look comes across Kyrk's face for a moment, perhaps disbelief as Tyrranis refuses to let go. In the process, he is propelled into the air with Tyrranis. In mid-flight, however, his expression grows grim, perhaps even... sorrowful? "No lies... it alwaysss will be a fight to the death with you, won't it?" Tyrranis grabs one of his arms just then, but it almost seems as though it were allowed, as Kyrk doesn't flail or fight to prevent it from happening. His face looks troubled, but n

Tyrranis crashes to the ground on his back, as a result of his and Kyrk's flipping combined, and rests for a moment as the dust around him settles. However, greyscale tendrils creep up his arm, turning into barbed wire intwertwisting and twining around both his and Kyrk's arms. Linking them.

Kyrk shifts his focus as he realizes what's going to likely happen from here. No escape at this point, as he watches the barbed tendrils entangle themselves around both his and Tyrranis' arms. He doesn't so much as wince as they dig into the flesh of his arm, but upon landing on his feet, he merely looks down at Tyrranis, not moving one way or another. He doesn't even try to pull away.

Kyrk does, however, speak. "Tyrranisss, I don't know what amount of humanity remainsss in you from here, but you go too far. Let thisss be my only warning that you receive." His face is dead serious, but his tone is generally worried. It's an odd thing for him, at this point.

Tyrranis stands roughly as the color returns around his hand. A rough black leather wrapping, banded in metal at the back of the hand. He wipes the blood away from his mouth with his arm, and looks to Kyrk with a wild grin. "Go too far? Says the man who decieves. Drop your game Kyrk. This is our endgame. This is the simplest contest. The wire binds us together. I strike you. You strike me. He who yields loses."

"Deceit? This? You ask me to bare my fangsss and then turn away when I do, and then refer to it as 'deceit'? I had thought you one to keep focusss even better than I, and had I the notion to experience it, I would take pride in the level of commitment I hold to my actionsss. I only ask you now that you underssstand what you are risking, should you continue thisss fight, here and now." Kyrk still doesn't move to attack; the emotion in his voice is thick and fluent, as if all the pent up amounts were seeking freedom as much as they could. "Think of what you leave behind. I certainly do. Will you leave the two of them on their own? I don't feel that thisss is what you truly desire." Kyrk spares a glance at his Soul Gem, a ways off, but not too far.

The grin in Tyrranis' face stays there, it's obvious he revels in the battle. "I heard the call of a different battle as you switched. Far be it from me to suspect you, when we had just finished cleansing you. And what I leave behind? Why would we send this to the death when I have just preluded this as a nonlethal finish." Tyrranis spreads his gloved hand, and while his grin does not change, it almost becomes mocking. "What I leave behind is a fight. Simple as. Are you looking for further that?"

Kyrk looks away, his gaze focusing elsewhere. "My intent wasss to find the nature of your power without the boost our powers give usss. Though my physical form hasss changed, I am uninvoked in my Wishborn status. I have found a way to transsscend the barriers that our wishes place upon usss, and in so doing, put up a tougher fight againssst that which would be our undoing. You asked, and I gave. Even now, I refrain from my abilitiesss, as the combination of 'thisss' and they are nearly too much for even myssself to handle." Kyrk's accent seems oddly second-natured to his form, given that he is obviously not doing it on purpose. Still, the tone of his voice is low, as though he, of all people, were attempting to appeal to Tyrranis' sense of anything nonviolent.

Tyrranis holds up the glove so that Kyrk can see it. "I am not the right one to test Kyrk. Not covertly. If you want soemthing like that, then ask me that. Do not give me a fight and expect me to not try and take it to it's fullest. Even now I am holding myself back as well." Tyrranis touches the blood seeping from his first wound. "Regardless of my first instincts."

Kyrk looks annoyed. Aggravated, even. "Without. Your. Wishborn. Powersss. You are WASTING your Sssoul Gem's purity for THIS? Are you SSSTUPID?" His outburst is sudden, but the expression on his face backs it up well.

Tyrranis raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side. "'Waste' my powers on the only thing that for eighteen years I call living? Yes. Probably. Further, I am stupid. The barbarian that people see me to be." Tyrranis' grin stops now, and he turns from Kyrk, barbed wire fading into nothing and glove receeding. He put a hand to his wounds, and begins walking back to the cave, waving a hand behind him. "It does not matter Kyrk. Ask me to be tested in a straightforward gesture some other time. As for now, I am going to go bleed all over your floor while I wait for Crossroads and Lorastine to return."

Kyrk still looks angry. Why didn't they understand? Was he the only Godforsaken soul in this world who upheld the contract that they had all signed? He calls after Tyrranis, not bothering to go after him. "Your gift is meant to be usssed WHEN NEEDED, not when you feel inclined! Are you so wasteful that you don't sssee what you do to yourself as a result? And what about Crossroadsss? Didn't I tell you it was a bad idea to make her cry?"

Tyrranis turns, and walks back to Kyrk. He is silent as he returns, but he raises a hand and pushes it into the wounds Kyrk himself opened in his belly. Almost digging. He holds his hand up again, hand covered in blood and bits of flesh. "Did you feel that? Did you imagine me to do such a thing? Do you imagine that I do not comprehend the simple concept of pain? Or, rather, that I am stupid when ignorant to a subject that I had been deliberately left in the dark on? I act how I need to. I feel what I need to.

Tyrranis says ' I learn what little I can, and keep hold of it in the ways I can. If you can crack the meaning behind the wishes, then do so. Do not expect someone who is 'Stupid' to know without attempting to TEACH him.'

Kyrk looks thoroughly flustered. On the one hand, he stills shows signs of flaring anger. On the other hand, realization is seeping in that he did, in fact, create this injury that is being presented to him. "... It was a misunderssstanding. You asked me to "draw my sssword", which I took proverbially, not literally. I figured that wasss your way of asking for my A-game, so-to-speak. I only sssought to do as you requested."

Kyrk looks conflicted, and almost pained by it all. "Wait one moment, Tyrranisss." He turns, walking back toward the wall face where he'd left his Soul Gem near the sword, and shifts a piece of rock aside, revealing a hidden numerical keypad underneath.

Tyrranis shakes his hand off, attempting to clear the blood off his hand before he wipes it on his hakama to clean it. "What are you doing?"

"Preventing a worst-case scenario. The lassst thing either of us need is for Crossroadsss or Lorastine to see you like thisss." He punches a few numbers in, and a couple of beeps later, a side compartment in the same wall swings open, revealing plenty of first-aid supplies. Kyrk grabs some bandages, anti-infection ointment, and a small syringe filled with clear liquid, before closing it and re-hiding the panel.

You say 'Thisss location is used as a training grounds for the lot of us. It would be sssilly not to have medical supplies on hand for situationsss such as this.'

Tyrranis sighs, knowing the look of medicine when he sees it. And he knew it well. Tyrranis collects his bat, and sits on the ground, resting as his magical form turned off.

Kyrk walks back over to Tyrranis, and sets the supplies down near him, taking the syringe and abruptly jabbing himself in the side of the neck with it, wincing slightly as he pumps the contents into his sytem. "I assume too much, too often. This isss to be my downfall one day, I fear." He quickly sets to work bandaging Tyrranis up with practiced ease, wiping away the blood and applying ointment where necessary. He doesn't say anything the rest of the time, though at some point during his application, it can be noticed that Kyrk's claws have retracted into normal human fingernails once more.

Tyrranis shrugs, moving at all the right times to allow Kyrk to bandage him properly. He's used to being patched up. "Sometimes it is best to be like me, I suppose. It makes things easier when people expect certian things."

Kyrk finishes up, and packs up the rest of what he doesn't use, intent on simply taking it back with him, and changes the subject. "Well, the fact of the matter is that now you know. What remains is what lies behind it. I have a rather full documentation regarding what I've discovered, and it may prove beneficial if you have any real interest in what we've really gotten ourselves into with this contract."

You say 'Perhaps I owe you at least that much, anyway.'

Tyrranis checks himself over, and stands again, mulling over Kyrk's offer. "I suppose I could look, but... I cannot say how much I will remember."