One ends, another begins. The rotary nature of all that occurs.
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Yurupt’s celebratory march carried on, with the Sarhun throwing about his hands left, right and center as though an orchestrator in pure delightedness, to which there were roars and chants of entertainment from the masses,for his exaggerated antics were nothing short of it to them.
He then turned around, beginning to cartwheel towards his opponent, and sparking a confused hum from the latter.
And when he had neared him he came to a halt, and held out a hand in respect of his opponent.
A gesture accepted and reciprocated, with a grin and clutch symbolizing a sporting and honorable spirit.
The crowds found it good, and so they could not help but raise their voices beyond the threshold.
Probacon and David watched on, impressed by the show of mutual acknowledgment, high in spirits and enjoyment, and with the former particularly carrying a childish fanatic smile. "What a show! These contests have really had us go even beyond our everything, wouldn't you say, Probacon?" "Definitely!"
"Everyone's amazing…(even with all their loose screws…)” He noted, prompting a howling laugh from the Nafiman prince.
"Ever the comedian, aren't you?" "I'm just straight blunt, Your Majesty."
"Haha. I see. That is, however, quite the double-edged trait.” David said, takingnow a more stern demeanor.
"Ah, really?" "All there is to know about it is to be cautious when you use it, and on whom you use it.”
"Not everyone will understand a statement the same way, or at the very least, the way you intended.”
"Yeah, that's true. Mom did kinda use to say that. Was primarily focused on food though, so…" Probacon responded jokingly, with a palm opened and raised high. "She sounds like a good…Djin.” David chuckled, with a pause born from a minor lack of contextual knowledge.
"Yeah. Basically, besides my dad, she’s been my next brightest lodestar. A great guide, and someone so supportive of all I am and all I do. In short, she's the best!"
"Huh. Both our parentages must be excellent, then.” David responded with a smile, also drawing some newfound interest for his Djin peer.
"What are your parents…parent…,” asked Probacon, speaking and averting with some unease due to being greatly uninformed, and garnering another chuckling reaction from David.
"Both…are hale and hearty. And I can't appreciate them enough for aiding in the shaping of my life the way they have.” David stated brightly with a skyward look, drawing more of Probacon's curiosity of his companion's parents. "Wow. They must have done a lot for you, huh? (Some real good people, I guess.)"
The prince’s smile then became fainter, as though in a deep, nostalgic moment of reminiscence. "Yes. They have.”
"Hoohoohooo!!!" A laugh emerged all of a sudden from the right side of the two persons.
And who it was was none other than Nite, who seemed to make jest at their commune. "Enjoying sharing these so-called ‘stories that touch’?"
"Hey! Who're you to talk about my mom like that?" Probacon retorted, adjusting his seating position to a straighter poise.
"Probacon.” David interjected swiftly. "Huh? What?"
"Do not stress over that individual. It is but a waste of time.” David relayed, staring daggers at Nite.
"Oh? I'm sorry if I offended you. I couldn't just stand to ignore the slobberish coming from your mouths.”
His statement infuriated Probacon, but David kept his calm, though ever so slightly the vigor in his tone could be heard. "Then you can simply disregard…or better yet…go elsewhere.”
"Oh, dear me, my apologies. Hope I have not pulled on any strings.” "At all. If anything, a more foolish side to your individual is a rather compelling sight to attempt to comprehend."
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Nite's expression and mood changed, becoming scowling rather than mocking.
"Know this, Nite…" David began dictating. "Attempt any ploy, and any possible clash between us…”
“Will not be a jovial entanglement.”
"I fear you very little, ‘Dark Prince’." Nite responded, still scowling. "You and your…’embodiment of evil’ minion here."
"Hey!" Probacon snared, now completely infuriated by the words. "I've already said what I am, and it’s not that." "Yes, yes. Of course you aren’t that. (You are irritable, however.)" Nite responded sarcastically yet again with closed eyes.
"Furthermore, don't think I can't beat ya, you turd." "Hm?”
"I already just beat one All-Meridian. If I beat two….” He began stating with a daring and confident smile now rising across his face.
"Why, wouldn't they call me ‘All-Meridian Crusher’?" He concluded as he turned to the prince, giving him a good hearty laugh with those words, but to Nite it was only a trigger for viscous and murderous intent.
"You cursed pink ram!"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Yurupt poofed into their midst with an unsuspecting smile, putting all their attentions onto him.
"Heyoo, Pro-man, Prince,...you.”
"I don't care for your greeting, you foul ape.” Nite retorted at him, a snide comment relayed towards his lessened enthusiasm when greeting the Criofiend.
"Who you calling an ape, you overgrown lizard?" Yurupt responded in anger, acting as the final push that sent Nite over the edge.
"HOW DARE YOU?!?! I'll HAVE YOU KNOW MY FATHER CONQUERED YOUR SPECIES IN MY UNIVERSE, AND I CAN EASILY DO IT IN ANOTHER, ESPECIALLY YOURS CAUSE JUDGING BY THE BEHA–.” Nite rambled on at Yurupt, who paid him no heed, turning to face empty space, and slyly speaking to it as though to people. "Get a load of this guy.” "Who…are you talking to?,” inquired a dumbfounded Probacon.
In due time, the commotion between the lot had been tempered, and a new battle would commence. A simple, short contest between the Pillar Draxo and a Celesti of the Zee Universe, one sprouting their common white hair and bluish-white skin, with his hair in a full mohawk and a stylized robe of white and green colors and quadrilateral patterns. While the Celesti did possess some spectacular skill and ability, along with the natural use and adeptness of the Flow of Impulse his people had, it was truly no match for the powerful and experienced Pillar.
And in the end, Draxo came out victorious, but showed due diligence to this individual for his efforts in battle. Which the Celesti accepted graciously in tandem.
《Victor: Lord Draxo.》
Then came a battle contested by Wynn Fighter and Zeez. A battle more of wit than power, of strategy and gadgetry, one where the mind was to dominate over the body, so much so Fighter relied not on his empowering technology. Even in the midst of their plays, they displayed great physical capacity compared to the normal, and capabilities above the bounds of human norms. But the greater focus came from their tango of egos, and how both could counteract whatever each of them had.
Its eventual conclusion was with triumph for the titular Loned Wolf, a strong and reverbing testament to his mental ability.
《Victor: Wynn Fighter.》
And more battles would come and go. More displaying the cans and cannots of the myriad contestants. From Drachi’c innate fire, to Bbenson’s seeming almightiness, and the crafty acts of a Celesti fallen from grace, and Kuroko’s further cementing of his place among the stars.
And with that, the third round concluded, leaving both intrigue and anxiety in the minds of many.
But as the final battle came to an end, Dgiag stepped forward looking to announce something, carrying an air different from his usual self. “Beings of the omniverse…”
His sudden presentation had many asking questions, and many presuming of the possibilities.
Then, in his mind, Dgiag recalled a moment with David after the concluding of the latter’s contest with Raiven. “Lord Dgiag, I wish to speak to you on something…”
“What is it, child?” Dgiag inqiured, but received no quick response from the Nafiman prince.
“...You already know of it.”
Dgiag looked to him, completely serene in a sense of sobriety.
“Yes. I shall have a double of myself come over to you…” From there the Djikk left those memories, aimed now on directing the masses in a manner beneficial to all excluding the committers of this “grave sin”.
“What more I want at this very instant than the greatest glory of this gala is amiss. For creation and existence to be celebrated with unending cheers.”
“However, none know of the creeping tendrils that rise forth to hinder our progress. Thus, I beseech each and every of you…”
“Take all heed and caution.”
His final words sent out a blended feeling of fear and confusion. For there was a great misunderstanding of the true nature of such crypticness. And the interpretations were nothing short of greatly varied. There were questions, hundreds of them in fact, and with each passing moment those numbers only seemed to grow. But they did not let it overcloud their minds, for a new stage, a new round of battles, was fast approaching, and in hopes of further leisure, and a hopeful answer to their questions, they waited peacefully for the bell to be rung…
《Questions. Presumptions. The general wants for the prior nature of the gala to ensue as before. But, with this new encrypted message, and the round of past reaching its time…what does its successor bring forth?》
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