Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915204715/@comment-17970636-20131006193033

 Sven's Body: Now 

"I don't need to tell you!" Nightshroud snarled.

"Would numbers 13 and 56 please come onto the stage..." The announcer said, hiding behind his podium.

"Better go Dragon-Boy, your fight awaits you, and I'll be watching, from here." Nightshroud grinned menacingly and  stowed his tonfa away.

''Better stay low for a bit, or else things could get a bit... dicey... Ouch he's fighting hard.''

 Sven's Mind: Now 

Sven retracted his tonfa and groaned as fatigue came over him.

''Not yet... Why am I feeling tired?''

Nightshroud smiled menacingly over him.

"You don't get it do you... The only person you can't beat, Sven Searfeld, no matter how ahrd you try, is yourself..."

Sven got up shakily and took his glasess, off.

"Ahh, I remember restrainging your Aura to only your eyes after that day..."

Sven looked at Nightshroud in shock

"yes... I am the reason your aura doesn't flow through your body. But I saved you! Who activated your aura when surrounded by those beowolves? I did. Who gave you the push to unlocking new abilities? I did. Who gave you your speed? I DID."

Sven's mind was reeling at the declaration.

"And as long as I exist, your aura will as well, so you cannot kill me, Sven Searfeld... You can only defeat me."

"I said it before, and I'll say it once more. GET. OUT. OF MY. HEAD!" Sven roared and gave Nightshroud a solid kick to the chest.