"Spa...space pope. That's a new one."
It hadn't been long since the Godslayer had graced the arena, but Yuri Volte Hyuga wasn't complaining. He enjoyed the simple pleasures of combat, and the not so simple pleasure of getting into countless adventures with Edge and company. Still, in all of his years, he hadn't ran into something so odd as Sergius.
Where <i>had<i> Edge gone, anyway?
As if by magic, a gentle knock came at the door. In walked Albert Simon, Yuri's onetime rival and sometimes ally.
"Ah, Yuri. I'm not normally one to deliver messages, but the young man who left it was most insistent that you get this." Simon dropped off an folded piece of paper and left chuckling. "I have to say though, that Edge is a most creative young man. If only our native ninjas could learn from him.. heh heh. I never did care for Sergius's stuffy manner. Good day."
Yuri picked up the piece of paper from his desk and eyed it with a good deal of caution. This could be trouble. The royal crest of House Eblan sealed the piece of paper. The words "Yuri" had been scribbled carelessly on the top, which was a far cry from Edge's normally fine penmanship. Yuri opened the letter.
Carefully.
"Hey! Yeah, I wouldn't worry so much about your fight. I called in a few dozen favors with the Old Geezer Cid and managed to get Sergius to sit down for Confession with me. Just show up at the arena as soon as you get this,and prepare for a free win! No, you can thank me later."-EE
Yuri's response was simple, elegant, and to the point.
"Oh HELL."
The half russian haromixer ran as fast as he could to the arena, not even bothering to check his equipment. He wouldn't need them.
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Puffing with exertion and dripping with sweat was the cost of Yuri's mad dash, though it did get him to the arena in excellent time. Tearing through the crowds and leaping into the center of the ring was the easist thing in the world.
The Patriarch Sergius stood in the arena as well. His normally sharp expression had been replaced by a blank stare. Drool flowed freely down his chin and his hat was on the floor right outside the ring, utterly forgotten. On the bright side, he was able to speak..
"I... how... did... Emerald WEAPON... Rune.. Cid.."
He simply shuffled out of the ring, completely ignoring the half hearted calls of the judges for him to return and fight. They knew the signs of someone who had their mind shattered by Edge. Yuri shrugged. It was a win. It wasn't like Edge to do something like that out of the goodness of his heart.
A sudden flash of memory triggered for Yuri, giving him insight. Sergius was always proud of his UMN Phase Transfer cannon and the incredible power it wielded. And wouldn't you know it, one of Ghaleon's girls was fighting Wren in the other arena.
*BOOM!*
It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.
