"Celia, What I want you to do is close your eyes. Do not think of the weilder of a sword think of you as the sword. Become the steel, Focus in on its weight, balance, an how its built. Feel the energy it gives back to you as you give yours to it. Imagine the sword by itself cutting through something. Not someone. After you do that open your eyes. You will not be able to do what I just did but you will notice an improvement to what you were doing back at the brothel. You were just swinging and charging there was no heart in it. Also, Hold your sword with one hand, and adjust your body to your sword. Not your sword adjust to you"

Ollie demonstrated what hr meant with his sword, He lifted it with one hand with knowing its weight is impressive. He then bent his knees and rested his sword on his thigh. Thought he didn't have to he showed his base on his sword. "This is my what I did when I first started for my sword." he then lifted his sword again off of his knee, He stood straight with a slight bend of his knee in preparation of running. But he also, had his positioning to match ancient Chinese swords man. He mastered many styles and something evasive would be best for Celia.

"Now, This is hard to do with this sword as I cannot match the speed of my body movements and sword swinging with it. However with you, it will suffice. You will have to go with the natural movements of your body and sword with this style it is highly evasive and will help you dodge many fatal attacks. When I used a sword like yours I only fought in this style. It will look as if you're dancing but truthfully it is just flashy. Once you get this style understood I will teach you more. Just mimic my movements as best you can."

He started showing her the slides, jumps, and even dance like moved that are required to be so evasive in this style. It is quickly tiring but it is with it.

Feeling the hand fall on his shoulder, he started briefly. As Mike composed himself, Order's hand began to ice over, the frost spreading almost to his elbow, then stopping. He wanted- badly- to bathe this man in lightning, but- barely- restrained himself. Just days ago, he would have gone straight for the kill. Wouldn't have hesitated at all. But now, he felt a sense of foreboding about Order that hadn't been there before, warning him. His brand was burning- borderline agony- as if to tell him "you can't win! you're not strong enough! Don't pick this fight!"

Instead, Mike pushed away Order's hand, ignoring his burning brand, and placed himself squarely between the God and his new comrades. At this point, he heard Ollie's voice. Don't tell me he can hear us from there!? "I'm basing my caution on what you told us about this area. If you're saying now that it's safe to wander, well, maybe you should've been a little more specific about the danger level." The rebuke was offered without resentment, and the tone of his voice reflected it. It's not as if I expect everyone to sit around the campfire singing songs...

Now he turned his attention to Order. He looked him straight in the eye, and walked back towards him, stopping less than a foot away. He spoke so softly that even in the eerie silence, only the God could possibly hear his words:

"So then, what exactly were your intentions when you had my village- my family- butchered, when you destroyed my life? Why do you offer these women your protection, when you offer nothing but oblivion to the ones I loved? Why did I have to live, and suffer on, my dreamscapes tortured by divine fire for years?" Mike's brow creased as he spoke. He paused, but he wasn't expecting a response. He just wanted to show Order his own hypocrisy.

"And above all, why did you leave me with this?" He lifted his shirt, and revealed-so that Order alone could see- a tattoo-like mark on the side of his torso, under his left arm by his heart. It depicted an angel and a dragon, chasing each other in circles around an orb wreathed in blue flames. The angel's lance pierced the orb, and the dragon's tail coiled around it, as if to crush it to dust- or to snatch it away, who could tell? Oddly, the mark was glowing, so that even in this light its full details could be made out. This was new, but Mike assumed it had something to do with the burning sensation, and dismissed it.

Letting his shirt drop once more, Mike took a step away, raising his voice once more. "Say whatever you want, Order. I'll never trust you."

OOT: Just roll with that last bit of backstory (feel free to play dumb), I have a plan

Order simply raised a single perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"One might as well ask the sun why it rises in the morning only to set in the evening. Why the rains come and water the crops one moment, then bring the flood forth the next. You ask questions you will never find satisfying answers to. I am sorry for the fate you have been dealt. Perhaps I am to blame. Perhaps the fault lies with my brother. Perhaps one day you will find your answers, and with them your peace. Perhaps you will not. Questions upon questions."
He flexed slightly, and the ice shattered.
"Now then, I have come to escort the ladies to their event," he said politely, as if he was a footman offering to help them into their carriages.
"Are you ready, madam and mademoiselle?"

izabel looked at order
"i guess im as ready as ill ever be, but the invitation said to wear something nice"
she looked down at her clothes
"this is all i have i hope its ok"


ella nodded at order this wouldnt be the first time she was invited to a dance by the gods
"im ready, but i must agree with izabel, the invitation said to dress up but considering the situation we are in we hadnt found the time to get anything else to wear but what we have on now, i hope itll suffice"
she smiled
"ready when you are"

OOT adding celia

celia positioned herself like ollie was and nodded
"so just do what you do, sounds simple enough"
she smiled
"im ready when you are and ill try to focus myself as you told me to"

Mike was a little caught off guard by Order's attitude, and wasn't sure how to respond. Instead, he turned back to Ella and Izabel. "You're seriously going? I hope you have a plan..."
Mike looked back at the camp, and sighed heavily. Just once, I hope I'm wrong...

"About looking after Celia... there was no need to ask, I would've done it anyway. Though it looks like Ollie's on the job right now." He smiled sadly, resignedly.

"When can we expect them back?" If they do come back, that is...

Vector walked with the rest of the group to where they set up camp. He walked deeper into the forest collecting firewood, then he saw a man chasing an animal through the forest towards camp. So he decided to walk back with the firewood he had collected what little he found.

"Alright Celia, The first thing I want you to do is duck but girate your body in a circle then poke out your sword towards the stomach, rib, heart, or neck. It will he effective against up close high attacks."

Ollie demonstrated what he meant however he couldn't do the finishing poke because of the size of his sword. Suddenly a new person had emerged, He wasn't with the group but also seemed to posses no hostility and have virtually no threat surrounding him.

"I don't mean to sound rude but I am training this young lady here how to use a sword better please keep a low voice to help her focus. Worry not about this group if you are. We seek not to attack as long as you don't"

Ollie went back to showing the exact motion she should follow.

Hew had finished his business and was moving down towards the group again when he noticed the new-comer.
"Halt, my mysterious fellow!"
He noted the pig.
"Is this cunning creature your familiar? Your pet? Your slave?!"
He shook his fist at the new-comer.
"Who are you!? A witch, a hunter, or some sort of barbaric beast tamer?! Be quick, or I shall spill the answers from your throat along with your blood!"

Order inclined his head respectfully to Mike.
"In the brief time of the night where neither the moon nor sun can be beheld in the sky, they shall return. Now then, we shall be off!"
He stepped forward, placed his hands on each of the women's shoulders - and a sudden flurry of motion heralded their disappearance.
Something hit Mike in the face, blinding him - and upon closer examination it was revealed to be Ella's garter...

The women and Order appeared in the courtyard of Chaos's castle, the party already in full swing. Lights and chatter came from the lit ballroom ahead.
Ella was now dressed in a classic billowing black dress, complete with frills and bows.
Izabel was clad in a slim and sleek white dress with only a modest white rose at her bosom, as well as white stockings with rose petals accompanying her every step.
"Do not worry, I took the liberty of changing your outfits to something far more suitable, taking into account the lack of availability to you before tonight... if I may comment, Ella, I can see why my brother chose you as his bride, he has always had a secret fetish for the backsides of attractive humans and yours is spectacular," Order said with a kind chuckle as he led the way towards the great wooden doors...

celia nodded then did as she was told, ducking but girating her body in a circle, before she could poke out her sword was when the new comer stumbled into the camp. she grasped her sword tightly out of anger
"OH come on!"
she rolled her eyes
"i almost had it"
she stomped her foot in frustration. then positioned herself again and tried it for a second time..


izabel looked at the clothes she was wearing, she has never seen such a fancy dress.
"i suppose i should thank you from providing my dress for this evening"
she lowered her head
"thank you"



ella picked at the ruffles on her dress
"black as always"
she crossed her arms after hearing his comment on her back side
"flirty as usual, i see nothing has changed with you order"
she uncrossed her arms and sighed
"and since when am i chaos bride, after all these years he has not once proposed to me"
she looked around
"but this is chaos we are talking about, i doubt he will ever settle down"
she looked over at order
"speaking of where is that brother of yours?"

"It is simple my dear. He adores your spirit, your strength, the fact you are... as they say... feisty. By keeping you at this distance, you remain at your most desirable."
Order smiled knowingly.
"And I do not "flirt." I compliment where compliments are due. You are welcome Izabel, it was my pleasure - you need to relax once in a while. Even with your mission. Take it from me."

The ballroom was vast, multi-colored lights hanging down from the ceiling, refreshments and meals of all sorts at every side of the room, classical music played by a full orchestra, and men and women of all fashions and attire bustled around the room, chatting happily.
"I have called my brother," Order said pleasantly, despite not seeming to have moved.
"Until he arrives, I must mingle..." And he walked off delicately, chatting to every person left and right.

ella stood there as order walked away to mingle with the guest, she shook her head
"well then i guess ill just wait for him to arrive, looks like im gonna have to have a talk with him about telling order everything"
she sighed and looked over at izabel who seemed a little uncomfortable being around soo many people
"you'll get used to it after a while, why dont you go with order. im sure he can introduce you to everyone, you gotta start somewhere"
she looked over at the display of food
"as for me i think im going to get a drink while i wait for chaos to get here"
she walked over to the tables looking over the large amount of food


izabel looked around the room amazed at how beautiful everything is. she felt out of place here, and uncomfortable with all these people around. when ella spoke to her she looked over at order and nodded
"i think i might just do that, i dont want to intrude on you and chaos when he gets here"
she quietly walked over to order until she was behind him
"um ella suggested i go with you"
she looked up at him
"that is if you dont mind"

Ollie walked over towards Celia after she finished her first attempt and was interrupted and he understood her frustration. He believed it may have been because she didn't know her father. But it could be anything. He grabbed her shoulder gently and firmly almost as if it was a father consulting his daughter. He didn't want her to be so angry for a few reasons.

"Listen Celia, I know it is frustrating to be interrupted, I dont know where to attribute your lashing out, But believe me, You must learn to control such aggression. It will only make things harder for you. Relax, when you get angry you tense up, it doesn't help you want to flow like a stream flowing into a river. When you feel yourself getting angry, Think of something else. Something that will relax you."

Ollie let go of her shoulder and watched her stance and her movements. for the most part they seemed natural until her bout of anger. "Try again."

Chaos stood from his throne and walked towards the large marble balcony, He could see all of the guests that were gathered. Once he saw his brother he gave him a thumbs up as he was having a good time. It also signaled something positive was going to be said. He examined the room, The many different souls that were gathered and finally spoke, his bellowing voice echoed throughout the hall.

"I understand you all understand why you are gathered here tonight!" the orchestra abruptly stopped. "You all have worked exceptionally strenuously, and have been rewarded with such, You've earned this night. Do not be afraid to mingle, for you are in good company, You are graced through your actions towards us. And as so will receive incentive. Now, Enjoy your night and have the best dance you can!"

The entire ballroom had raised their glasses of wine that he could see. And all with a small cheer began to release their inhibitions. The orchestra began playing again. Though some mayhem would be created. The positives would relieve the negatives. He examined the room one last time and his eyes stumbled across Ella.

His original intent was to turn around, Instead he walked atop the marble railing and Jumped off ever so smoothly he fell like a feather in the wind. He even landed perfectly with no flaw. He began walking towards Ella though there was some resentment between them two he was quick to break it.

once he approached Ella instead of words, He went to actions though no excuse for no contact for 17 or 18 years. He hugged her, It was a genuine sorry, and I miss you hug.

"How have you been, Ella. Anything change over the course of time we haven't spoke?"

Hew narrowed his eyes.
"So... we should probably kill the pig then..?"


Order looked back at Izabel, and smiled kindly.
"Do not fret, Izabel. You are here because not only do you intrigue me, you also have earned my pity."
He offered her a large golden crescent-moon shaped fruit.
"It is a shame to see one as beautiful as yourself waste her life away on finding the killer of her clan."

"why is it a waste, i owe it to my clan to avenge them"
she took the fruit from him and slowly bit into it. taking a moment to savor the taste before chewing then swallowing the bite
"if i dont avenge i will be a disgrace."
she was curious
"what is it that i have done to intrigue you?"

Order tilted his head.
"Your attitude. Your demeanor. Your air of constantly being watched, of denying yourself life's pleasures. Your every move guarded, your every blink carefully timed when you're sure you're not going to be struck down. That way of living is... folly to me. It befuddles me, astounds me. And I simply adore things I cannot understand."
He smiled.
"And to see you here, so far out of your element, is... how do you people say... cute. And whilst we are on the topic... just using logic, if your clan is wiped out, and you are the last survivor, and you say you must avenge them otherwise you will be a disgrace... surely you are not saying that you would disgrace yourself? You must find a way to live, let your clan live on. Find acolytes, train them, start the clan again. Become the leader of the new. Forget the old. It is simply the way the world works, in the end. Also, answer me this. How can one lone warrior, however strong, defeat what took out an entire clan of your kind?"

"i cant just start the clan again, im the only one left. how could i possibly start a new clan"
she looked down
"as for defeating what took out my entire clan, it might sound crazy but its something im willing to risk, even if i die trying, its the least i can do to avenge them, avenge their deaths"
she looked up at him
"you dont understand this is something i must do, for them and for myself. i should have been there but i wasnt, i should have been fighting along side them but instead....."
she drifted of for a moment then shook her head
"i wasnt there when it happened, i should have been, i shouldnt have been so stupid to leave, but i did, i did it cause i wanted to, i did it cause i wanted to know what it felt like to be like normal people. to not live by certain rules and stipulation to be trained to kill"
her voice had gotten louder as she spoke she didnt realize it
"there i said it, because of me my clan is dead"

Order said nothing, but simply gave Izabel a hug.
"Had you stayed and fought, you'd be dead too," he whispered in her ear.
"It is not because of you your clan died. By your logic, you do not see the sun rise because you are asleep. Therefore, the sun rising is your fault. You do not see the tide come in because you are watching the birds. Therefore, the tide coming in is your fault."
His visor was gone, and he looked at her with brilliant black eyes.
"To err is human, to forgive divine. If you pursue whatever destroyed your clan through your sense of guilt and honor, you will be slain. You must let go of the guilt-ridden past and let your mind see that the future of you, and the future of your clan, rests only with you, not with the dead."
He looked out of the stained glass window to the stars.
"Izabel, I have lived for longer than I care to remember. I have seen lives frittered away, wasted, cast into ruin by their own obligations to the dead. Your clan would not have wanted you to throw your life away, and if they would want you to discard the chance fate afforded you in such a blatant waste then they are not a clan worth following. That said, that is natural to feel guilt, and it is natural to choose revenge at a loss as what else to do. But please, Izabel - do not give away what is yours that was lost by others."
He was still holding her in his arms, and made no move to release her...

izabel didnt move she just stood there as he hugged her. she was never really shown affection, they were taught that showing affection was a sign of weakness.
"i was born into the clan by my parents, as were my siblings"
she sighed
"i didnt choose to be in the clan, it was chosen for me."
she looked up at him
"if i dont avenge my clan what else have i to live for? i have nothing left, they were all i had"
she looked down
"who would want to be around someone who was trained to be an assassin, when i walk into a town everyone hides from me. its why i keep away from everyone"
she looked around
"that and when im around a bunch of people i tense up, it doesnt feel right to me"

Order looked down at her for a while, before gently lifting her head so his gaze locked with hers, and didn't say anything.
"Choice," he said at last.
"Once denied, it is the hardest thing to take hold of again. You are afraid of it, because once you find yourself presented with it, all the options... all the variables... the power to take control of your fate... it is truly a terrible power to be confronted with all at once. Yet it is often fought for."
He finally let go of her, and they were just stood there again, their eyes fixed on the other's.
"Many would want the services of one with your abilities. You would earn trust. Kinship. Maybe even..."
He didn't finish.
"It is because you did not grow up with people that you shy from them. The symbols, messages and tricks they recognise are not there with you - but simply avoiding them rather than learning them does not help the issue. You are choosing to run from the world. Yet you must confront it."
He took a step and they were toe to toe, their faces inches apart, his eyes unrelenting.
"What do you have left? You have your skills. Your brain. All of your limbs. Your mind. Your fate. Your life. Your choice."

"maybe even what? you didnt finish what you were going to say"
she stepped back
"im sorry it just you were going to say something then you stopped, i was wondering what you were going to say, but you dont have to tell me. it was rude of me"
she looked up at order
"im trying to slowly get used to being around people, i guess it will just take some time"
she looked over towards ella
"for some reason when im around her i dont feel the same as when im around the others. there is just something about her thats different"
she looked back at order
"as for choices, the choice that i made for myself was to avenge my clan. do you think i am wrong in wanting to do so? should i make a different choice for myself? i have already strayed this far from avenging my clan. do i continue straying or do i continue on the path that i was on"
she looked down she was soo confused
"im sorry. i-i just dont know what to do...."
she looked up into orders eyes
"can...can you help me?"
she did the only honorable thing she knew to do, what she was taught to do towards someone of higher power then her. she would have knelt but being in a dress made it hard for her to do so. she did the next best thing. she got down on her knees and bowed her head
"please"

"You are doing fine Celia, You have that down at least. however you will need to utilize that in a fight. I would offer to spar however we don't have any wooden swords." Ollie let out a chuckle before continuing. "Alright, The next thing I want you to do is either left or right for an evade and either cut in the opposite direction as the cut. if you're close enough this should cause fatal damage and you can avoid a horizontal attack will, and depending on which angle they are attakcing with vertical slices, it will allow you to dodge them as well."

Ollie again showed her what to do but couldn't utilize the cut due to the enormity of the sword. sometimes he wished he didn't have such a heavy weapon. however he utilized it to it's full potential.

"After this, I think we should stop and maybe rest a bit, I am a bit tired, I would like to assume that you've got that kind of exhaustion coming about."

"18 years is an inexcusable action that I will have to burden myself with for quite some time. many years to come, I understand your frustration and or if so animoisty with me. Please understand I was busy during those 18 years. I heard there was going to emerge a new group of hunters to kill us eventually. at least from myself, and it seemed to be true."

Though it was an obvious lie, he was being suave enough for it to maybe pass off as truth. noticing the dress he his brother had given her was appropriate and there was great approval radiating from him of his brothers choice in fashion.

"It is great to see you again, Please tell me what I have missed after this dance has calmed down a bit and it is time to eat. It will be most excellent if we can catch up over what I have missed over the 18 years. and Ella, I promise my wandering eye has not touched another soul in the past 18 years. Would you care do dance?"

Chaos reached out his right hand to in hopes she would grab his and walk over to the middle of the room closer to the orchestra.








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