Where there is ruin... (Ireland)

[Sage]

A kiss. A good-bye. Hell no. The dagger held firmly in his hand Sage walked forward. He wasn't going to let either of them fight -- not without a fight of his own. Sage took one step, then two and crashed into a wall of air. Fucking....

Sage pounded on the air like it would break under the duress. He knew better, Nox wove them all over his make-shift dojo to protect them. They held up to fireballs repeated splattered against them. Though with time they would weaken, and the same with the barrage. But beating with his fists didn't matter.

"Don't do this!" Sage shouted. He pounded on the door for emphasis.

He shouted a loud a he could. The speaker on the drone spouted the words even louder. The connection snapping into place in his mind. It was the only connection he had and it felt like such a mere trickle of information. But the power he could send was more than he thought.

"What fucking century is this! A fight to the death -- how fucking archaic." Sage growled and pounded on the wall with each word. "Pitting two men against one another in a battle neither of them will win. Killing these reborn gods is what you do? So do it your fucking self. Cowards the lot of you!"