Rightful Heir

Fetching his glove from throwing it around so much was a habit he could not afford to do right now... He had the itch, but needed said glove to commit a justified crime... in the name of justice!

While struggling from the hand twitching, he took notice of who he was tailing turn a corner and enter a thin alley. By the time he took a gander into it, the guy was deep inside and took notice of his presence.

He could only walk in and fix his tie as the moonlight licked its reflection upon him, the sole witness happened to be the only source of light in this dark section of the world. "I see you're quite vigilant. I guess it's to be expected..." His eyes went from innocent and calm to aggravated and determined, "... false prince."

In one sweep with his hand, he summoned a stream of light towards his opponent. The continuous end of the stream whipping from the ground as if it all manifested from underneath, with the end of the stream emerging to trigger it to complete the transformation of a light-whip aiming for the opponent's cheek. Followed by the splitting of a second head of the whip to wrap around the opponent from head to toe, keeping him bound in his place for the upcoming strike!

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It couldn't be... "Sir Marquis?"

The very Guardian of this sector was here to harm the prince of the east?! He couldn't let go of his gaze from this person's eyes. Although he could see from his perirhinal the whip come forward at high speeds, he could only utter one little phrase with a very insulted tone of voice before hastily dodging, but with swag, to the left of the attack: "You know this means war--" 

But because he wasn't fast enough to have more DL than the opponent, but of equal measure, he couldn't dodge. Only block. And did so with his right forearm when he realized when it got close enough that dodging wasn't going to cut it.

He realized his body was captured by the enemy's surprise attack, and wasn't fast enough to dodge it as well. With barely any time for it to cause damage with its grip, a noodling pillar of black flames of 7DL was summoned, strong enough to erase the wires of light to make his cold blue eyes shimmer.

With haste, Mordecai raised his fist balled with vigor. his eyes went from a pair of cool, blue gems to a pair of pits into the deep. He moved the thicker pillar of black flames in front of him, and launched it at his target with vehement rage in the swing of his wrists thrown forward!


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