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Salea's eyes opened wide with surprise as the dagger slid into her belly and she felt something inside her snap. She stood there for a moment staring at the man that had stabbed her. "What did you do?"



"What? Did you really think I didn't notice the pulse of energy there everytime you did magic? Please, I picked up on it in our last battle and I came prepared. I know that you have a seal there to store up power, it just so happens that this dagger is designed to break those types of seals. Now you can't even draw enough power to sustain yourself can you? This time we won't have to wonder if you escaped. Goodbye Salea." With that he shoved forward one last time and then thrust her off of his dagger.



"MASTER!" She could barely hear the screams of her apprentices, it was like she had stepped into another room and closed the door and the lights were all dim. This isn't right, she thought to herself. There's something... something I'm forgetting. This isn't what is supposed to happen. I can't die here, not here and not yet. She heard herself laugh, That's right, not yet. I'm not willing to die here. Suddenly and image of herself materialized before her eyes but there was something wrong with it... It was younger than she really was. For reasons she wasn't sure of, Salea reached out toward that image to take hold of it. Pain lanced through her body and with it she felt alive, more than ever. That's right, I remember now...





Mathin watched as Salea stopped breathing and broke into a grin, he looked at the pathetic apprentices of his opponents as the called for their precious master and laughed. "Don't worry, I'm sure that you can be sent after her soon." Then he looked over at the referee, "Well? Are you going to call the match or what?" The referee looked at him for a moment and then back at his fallen opponent and pointed. It was then that he realized that he couldn't hear the two brats calling for her anymore and the audience seemed hushed. He heard somebody out in the crowd whisper, "It's a Demon's Grin!" As he turned around to look at what everybody was talking about he saw a shadow on the ground near him, it was smiling. He looked to where Salea had lain and instead saw her upright and floating just above the ground. She was still limp but now that he was paying attention he could feel power pusing through her and he could still sense her life. As he stared at her in horror a smile to match the one of her shadow spread across her face. Mathin gathered as much power as he could in an instant and launched an explosive blast at her.



As everything started to settle down a chuckle came from the middle of the dust cloud. "Really now, can't you do better than that?" A breeze cleared the dust and there stood a woman Mathin couldn't recognize. She had pitch black hair and eyes more vibrantly green than anything in the world. She let out a deep throated chuckle that was melodious, seductive, and made his blood chill. "What's the matter? Surely you can recoginze me? I suppose I do look much different than you've ever seen me. That's really your fault though. That seal you broke wasn't to help me store power, it was in place to cut me off from it." His heart skipped a beat as she said that and his breath caught in his throat as she smiled at him and her fangs gleamed out at him. "I had honestly forgotten it was there, I put it there so many years ago to hide my true power and who I was. Pleas allow me to re-introduce myself." She smiled a wicked grin while putting on her earphones, "I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you," at those words she reached into thin air and withdrew a pair of chainlink gloves with a small blade on the outside of the hand and slipped them on, "my name is," as she finished speaking she turned on her music, "Battle Raver." Her smile deepened as a hush spread over the crowd and Mathin turned pale.



Mathin stared at her another moment and then chuckled, "Don't bluff me girl, I don't know what you're playing at with that seal but everybody knows that Battle Raver died in the last Tournament. Do you really think I'll fall for that?"



"Hmm, did I now? So then you found a body after the fight? The last I heard nobody knew what happened to me, so allow me to tell you what happened. After I was hit with that blast I was blown quite far from that spot, I was wounded too deeply for me to continue fighting and I knew if I stuck around that I was finished. I used what little power I could muster in my near death state and performed a teleportation spell, a dangerous thing for whole and completely capable people to do let alone those who are barely conscious. I managed to get myself to my master's place and she did everything she could to heal me. In the end my body had recovered but my power wasn't back to normal so my master and I combined our power to put a seal on it and to change my appearance so that I could live peacefully until I had completely recovered. At some point in the last couple hundred years I'd forgotten. Enough history now though, prepare yourself!" She cranked the volume on her player loud enough so that everybody nearby could hear 'Down With the Sickness" playing.



Grinning her devilish grin she darted forward at incredible speed. Mathin swept his hand forward with white hot flames dancing in the shape of a blade around the edges of his hand. Battle Raver dipped and turned around his hand in time with her music and brought the side of her right hand in across his torso, catching him with the blade's edge and leaving a bloody trail behind it. Mathin jumped back a step and she stepped in turning, droplets of blood spinning from the point of her blade and she brought her left hand in on a diagonal strike with her hand cocked to thrust the point out. It caught him just below the jaw and dug in. She continued her spin, tearing out a portion of his throat as it pulled through.



Mathin rolled away from her holding his throat and gasping in pain. "I'll admit that you must be Battle Raver but how does a human posess so much strength and speed and stay as young as you so many years? Tell me how! It's not possible!"



Salea chuckled and dashed forward so fast she was a blur. Mathin fell back and cast a shield before him and continued to step back as she pounded it with strike after stirike. He dropped the shield as she recovered from a recoil and lunged froward with a lance of fire. When he hit the spot where she was when he lunged he felt a poing of a blade on the other side of his throat and he could hear the closing words for her song as she whispered in his ear, "It's a secret. Goodbye, Mathin." He panicked and tried to jerk away but was too late. He stared in horror at her impassive face as he spun from the force of her attack and watched his blood spray in a trail and splatter on Battle Raver.



The crowd was quite as she stood there, blood dripping from her hands. She looked at the referee and he stuttered out, "Sa-Salea, er, B-B-Battle Raver w-wins!" The crowd was silent for a moment more and then an ecstatic cheer started spreading as people rushed forward to celebrate with her.

Main Characters:



Salea (Sah-lay-uh): A mysterious female warrior who travels with two apprentices and a weapons master that seems even more mysterious even though he is a little more outgoing. Even though it appears that she is proficient with various weapons she is only ever seen to use a pair of chain link gloves and go hand to hand while using combat magic. Little is known about her even by her companions, though they have come to realize over their time knowing her that there is something that she is trying to either forget or make up for and possibly both. She tends to keep her sentences short, except when she drinks she becomes loud, fun loving, and occasionally antagonistic. These mannerisms sometimes belie her quick wit and sharp tongue. She hates being whistled at, which is a problem since she is considered unreasonably attractive.



Tavra: One of Salea's two apprentices. She is highly skilled at combining close quarters combat with daggers and simple illusion magic, one of her favorite tricks is to charge and cast an illusion to make her opponent suddenly think they are naked. She's only 16 but already is considered to be a dangrous opponent. Salea took her in when she was 8. At the time she was a slave to a very abusive master who had accepted her from her family as payment to cover their debts, Salea had defended her from being hit and this led to a massive bar brawl leaving only Salea standing (barely) but nobody dead. She is a shameless flirt, even during battle. Like her master she isn't all that talkative but is always smiling and friendly except for the times that she has to reign in her master and fellow apprentice. Vindictive and mischevious, if a guy offends her she'll trick them into whistling at her master. When Salea isn't around she is heard to refer to her as 'mother' but will not say it if she thinks Salea will hear.



Kennon: Salea's other apprentice. He's three years older than Tavra and was taken on after Tavra beat him down for trying to mug them four years ago while Salea was drunk one night. It seems he doesn't have any family but only he and Salea know the details. A tricky staff wielder that combines wind magic with the sweeps of his weapon, he has a temper and you should watch out for the flames he will sometimes combine with his wind when he's angry. Unlike his master and fellow apprentice, he's fun loving and loud when sober and when he and Salea get drunk together it may lead to trouble. It is widely known that you should keep them from drinking together. He's also the cook of the group. The one trait they all seem to share is their sarcastic sense of humor.



Dan: He is the weapons master that travels with them, he is also an enchanter and makes all of their weapons. It is unclear whether he is just a friend of Salea's or if she pays him to help them. As part of their training, Salea's apprentices spend time with him maintaining their equipment and learning minor enchantments. It isn't unusual for warriors to seek them out to commission a weapon from him.