Second Trial, Fifth Match Who: Metatron, Lucifer, Sandalphon, Tohru and Yako When: 12 PM, June 7th Where: A mysterious arena far from the usually travelled regions in the realm. Rating: PG, may go up. Warnings: Fighting. Summary: Lucifer and Metatron send their representatives on their way. The walk is hazy and disjointed, as if the path to the place refuses to be remembered. Upon their arrival, they know a battle is to take place. Tohru vs. Yako featuring a special effect!
The arena was surrounded by grass and trees. Mountains weren't very far away. The arena was a massive slab of stone with a thousand strange engravings and symbols on it. Grass simply stopped growing an inch away from the stone as if nature was not permitted to get closer. A bird flew around the arena instead of over it. Something about it almost felt like Emptiness. Was it, too, frozen and pristine in one eternal moment?
Metatron offered his sister a brave smile before he touched his hand to the air above the arena. His fingers met something invisible and solid. Veins of light seemed to glow in his hand, brighter and brighter until they shot out to encircle the arena in unreadable symbols. They faded quickly, leaving only a faint, thin glowing line of symbols at waist height. The participants of the trial would be able to pass through it as if it wasn't there.
The arena was ready.
Metatron gave a brief but respectful bow to the ladies that stood before the two leaders. "Welcome to the arena, participants of the second trial. I hope that you both do your best. Even if you feel fear, there is no shame in that. Simply try your hardest. But I am not here to explain the rules...Sandalphon will be the judge and jury of this match. Lucifer and I are here to watch over you and take you home at the end, whatever happens. Deus vel Diabolus, fortuna mos sumo, permissum verus rector orior oriri ortus ingravesco primoris quod denique sator. Permissum nemo exsisto vulnero proprius, quod haud animus occisor."
Lucifer clapped his hands. "I'm almost surprised you both showed up - though trust me, you're better off having done it. Guess who gets to get his hands on deserters?" Lucifer's smile was filled with malevolence. "Well then. Have fun killing each other. This is a trial of strength, after all. Deus vel Diabolus, chaos mos sumo, permissum Diabolus lucror quod incompositus exsisto ut morbus mos emanio quod torqueo interficio nos totus." The echoing latin words had been said once before, at the opening ceremony of the first trial. Lucifer gestured towards Sandalphon as if permitting her to speak now. Metatron glanced at him disapprovingly.
[ooc: The latin spoken by Metatron roughly translates to "God or Satan, fate will decide, allow the true leader to rise and become the first and last creator. Let no one be marred permanently, and no soul murdered." The latin spoken by Lucifer roughly translates to "God or Satan, chaos will choose, let Satan win and disorder be unleashed so that disease will spread and torment murder us all." Please forgive my rough, terrible Latin.]