Ultor Phonix Gigas

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2 days before Ultor Phonix Gigas

The mountain that used to be Luke's had frosted over after Zash and his group had slayed the foul beast he had been unable to maintain the place and it had become a winter wasteland. Crrrrrr tiny spiderweb cracks started to appear in the air just above the ground by Luke's body which had been eaten away to bones. Crrrrr-crack a tiny section of the air slipped and dropped like it was solid and shatter as it hit the ground before becoming air again and blowing away. Someone stepped out and onto the cool earth. Around him the snow seemed to instantly melt away and the grass that was below it look bright green like it had just been hit with wonderful sunshine. The brown leather cape he was wearing billowed in the late night breeze. His right hand was bandaged over with a leather strap wrapping threw his fingers and buttoning back up at the palm keeping the bandages in place. He tipped up his leather cap and the moon of this dimension shown on his face. His right eye was bandaged over the wrapping circling diagonally wrapping the entire right upper corner of his face. He had very loose and puffy brown leather pants and he wore a skin tight black under armor shirt.

He started to walk his steps giving his sun effect to the snow around him like he was a blazing sun in this cold barren dimension . His red aura burned around him and the soft scent of cherry blossoms left it's mark. His steps were heavy and with purpose he needed to be somewhere soon. with a swing of his cape the slip in dimension was closed the dimension sealed off he kept on wordlessly across the land Luke had made renewing it with only his steps as he did. His power was far different then three months ago thou it had been much longer for him an entire year in this dimension time units his aura was radiant like the sun.

" I've been waiting, it's been terribly boring in here all alone." He almost seemed to be pouting he wasn't facing Wolf he was standing behind a guard rail on the few steps to the more living room area of the VIP room. His cap was slightly bent and beaten up. tattered and not well not normally his style but a lot had changed about him in his training. He raised a glass of fine wine to his lips and drank. He didn't have to say much more Wolf would be able to tell who he was just as he had know who it was the moment he had walked into the room. He wondered briefly if Wolf would worry about the bandages but he had a feeling he wouldn't at all. The air in the room seem to thicken with the very fact that these two were standing in it as though the air needed to thicken to hold then both back, both of them having now power beyond both of their wildest thoughts. He set the glass down and turned to face his old companion. Tipping up his hat and pulling cape away. " Wolf."

Wolf addressed Zash, noticing the great differeces in his old friend. "Zash." Wolf regarded him. Zash had changes hemispheres in his feel. Wolf noticed this change in the room, but decided not to talk about that. "I see you've hit the gym." Wolf said. Obviously whatever Zash had done would most likely remain secret but Wolf decided to go positive in this one.

Friendlyness finally entered Zash's expression and then air seemed to all at once rush out of the room to be filled with the pleseant feeling of the reuniting of the two friends. " I guess you could say that!" He agreed a knowing smile. " I see you've been hitting the books." He said referring to the presence Wolf's magic now held. Zash could tell without Wolf telling him that the change in Wolf wasn't something stupid like bigger muscles or larger magic reserves though he did have that too, his main change was far far deeper.

Wolf nodded. "Yeah." He returned a smile. "It's weird seeing you again... this isn't a golem or an atronach or anything like that right?" Wolf gestured the the general direction of Zash. You never know, his teacher that made him like this in the first place was a shabby doll.

"No." He shook his head, his hair had grown longer, he'd neglected to cut it so now it would have reached all the way to his bottom lip if it wasn't parted down the middle and pulled back behind his ears. He looked terrible that way, no where need as smooth and charming as before.He also had a beard now he hadn't shaved that at all during his training either. His bandages on his arm and over his head were very dirty and shabby, upon closer inspection his cape was rough leather to a very strange shade of tan brown, tiny holes in it. His pants looked in tatters also not the normal jeans or dress pants no they were insanely baggy and worn. His skin tight black nylon shirt showed the ripple of his muscles as he moved his arms or his pecs flexed. He let his hands fall into his pockets. " I still can't do tricks like that I don't have the finnese." Zash seemed in awe. He took a step towards Wolf. Zash's red aura seem to spill out around him, seeping into the hardwood polished floor and the railing. Painting everything a light shade of red his aura was warm and welcoming like the gentle rays of the sun.

Wolf leaned a bit back and squinted. "Alright Alright." He retreated that thought. "Your the real one." Zash was definetley much stronger than the last time. He had felt Zashes aura, and it was immense, it literally felt like being before the Sun.

" So glad to assure you." Zash said with a smile. Zash wanted to stop his aura but he'd seemed to forget to a it kept radiating off him his vampire nature seemed to be kicking in as he turned and took the three very small steps to the living area his cape being pushed off his body by the aura. There was one odd thing though the Zash's aura seemed to be lacking one thing, it had no smell at all. He looked out the floor to ceiling window of the far wall that looked out over the great magic river. " You don't seem exactly like yourself either." Zash replied though. HE turned a wistful look in his eyes.

"I'm not exactly." Wolf agreed. "The wolf is a bit more relaxed now." He stated. He began walking around the room, looking things over, anxiously almost. "I can become it again you know." He commented avoiding eye contact. Then he looked up, "I'm still not sure about it though."

Zash made a noise that sounded like." Tsk" And seem to grip his bandaged right arm. " It'll be fine I"m sure," His grip tightened and then he let go." Let's drop it that stuffs depressing!" He turned from the window and flopped down on he coach. " Hey bust out the drinks man cause we're watching the prelims from here, well the first round anyways." He amended. Zash suddenly had a recollection of back when he and Wolf had been room mates living in the same place but they no longer were.

Wolf looked around the room. "Is there anyone else here?" He scanned around the room for other "VIPS". Wolf had learned a good bit about the Ultor Phonix Gigas, and the prelims were something like an opening ceremony. The weak got maimed or killed off, then the real fighting would begin.

"There should be more VIP's but they're often really late." Zash answered and with a wave of his hand the windows were shaded over with red snow like a TV finding a signal. "But I think we got this room to watch a certain few people we know." He commented being vague other guests would soon arrive to enter the room they normally showed up at about half way of first round prelims.

"Alright then." Wolf sat down in a solitary chair. Then he closed his eyes and sat perfectly unmoving. Medititation, of course, a trait he picked during his training. After a quick moment he exhaled and the air in his vicinity seemd to cool. Then he sat and watched the prelims unfold.

"Thanks for getting my drink." Zash said sarcasticly and walked over to the mini fridge grabbing himself a bottle of whine and six pack of beer. Soon threw window panels focused on Virgina Jessi and lastly June. Jessi was the only one on stage fighting right now. He was in a jungle area a perfect cube slice of jungle in the middle of another colosseum not the roman one.
Zash blinked. " I didn't think he'd fight so soon." Zash sounded slightly worried.

"That kid can handle himself." Wolf dissmissed Zashes worry. "It'll take more than a few people throwing rocks at him to do him in." He continued. "He get's that from his Dad." Wolf added studying the screen.

" Dad?" Zash asked for a second and then realization hit him. " Oh yeah sure." He agreed hastily. He turned his attention back to the screen Zash had started downing a can of beer in worry. hands of dirt and stone rose to clash on Jessi and it seemed like he had been lost and completely gone the smug face of his opposing mage cmae onto the screan and Zash's eyes narrowed. Then widened as he saw a white hand cover over the mage's face and seemed to what look like pull him towards the dirt mound he had just made but instead Jessi was dragged out of the mound and he dusted off the dirt from his jacket.