"Enough planning, Tharros," Elijah said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to see what you're capable of in a fight."
Tharros raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You want to see my skills?"
Lucifer leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Yes, let's see what our friend here can do."
Tharros nodded, standing up from his seat. "Very well. But not here, not now. I'm not going to risk damaging this place... or you two."
Elijah pouted, but Lucifer chuckled. "Patience, Elijah. We'll see Tharros's skills soon enough."
Tharros smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I promise you, it'll be worth the wait."
Lucifer nodded thoughtfully, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Very well, let's find a suitable location for Tharros to demonstrate his skills. Elijah, you want to see what he can do? Let's take this outside."
Lucifer, still in his sleek black cat form, sat down in the center of the field, his eyes fixed intently on Tharros. Tharros, sword in hand, stood ready, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Elijah, meanwhile, looked on eagerly, his excitement growing. "This is it, we're finally going to see Tharros in action!"
But just as it seemed like the sparring was about to begin, Lucifer stood up, his tail twitching. "Not yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "First, let's get one thing straight."
Tharros raised an eyebrow, his sword still at the ready. "What is it, Lucifer?"
Lucifer began to pace back and forth across the field, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light. "I want to make one thing clear: this is not a fight to the death. This is a sparring match, nothing more."
Tharros nodded, his expression serious. "I understand."
Elijah, meanwhile, looked on in confusion. "What's the difference?"
Lucifer stopped pacing and turned to Elijah, his eyes blazing with intensity. "The difference, Elijah, is that in a fight to the death, there is no holding back. But in a sparring match, we pull our punches. We test each other's skills, but we do not aim to kill."
Tharros nodded in agreement. "Lucifer is right. We must always be mindful of our actions, and never lose control."
Elijah nodded, beginning to understand. "I see. So, let's get started then!"
But Lucifer simply smiled, his whiskers twitching with amusement. "Not yet, Elijah. First, we must prepare. Tharros, show Elijah the rules of engagement."
And with that, Tharros began to explain the rules of the sparring match, his voice low and serious. Elijah listened intently, his eyes wide with excitement. Lucifer, meanwhile, sat back down, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light as he watched the two of them.
Tharros nodded, his expression serious. "Very well, let us begin. Elijah, the objective of this sparring match is to test each other's skills, not to inflict harm. We will use blunted swords and focus on technique rather than brute force."
Elijah nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement. "Got it, I'll hold back."
Lucifer, still in his cat form, stood up and padded over to a nearby tree. He jumped up onto a branch, settling in to watch the sparring match with an intent gaze.
Tharros and Elijah faced off in the center of the field, their blunted swords at the ready. Tharros, with his superior skill and experience, took the lead, striking first with a swift and precise blow. Elijah parried the attack easily, his movements fluid and natural.
The two of them began to circle each other, their swords clashing in a flurry of steel and sparks. Tharros pushed Elijah back with a series of swift strikes, but Elijah refused to yield, countering with a powerful blow that sent Tharros stumbling back.
Lucifer watched with an intent gaze, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light as he analyzed their every move. He could see the potential in Elijah, the raw talent and power that lay beneath the surface.
As the sparring match continued, Tharros began to push Elijah harder, testing his limits and forcing him to dig deep for every ounce of skill and strength he possessed. Elijah rose to the challenge, his movements becoming faster and more precise as he struggled to keep up with Tharros's relentless assault.
The two of them clashed and parted, their swords ringing out as they exchanged blow after blow. Tharros landed a solid hit, striking Elijah's shoulder with a loud thud. Elijah grunted in pain, but refused to yield, countering with a powerful blow that sent Tharros stumbling back.
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his tail twitching with excitement. This was it, the moment of truth. Would Elijah be able to keep up with Tharros's superior skill, or would he falter and fall?
Tharros and Elijah circled each other, their chests heaving with exertion. They were evenly matched now, their skills and strength perfectly balanced. The outcome of the sparring match hung in the balance, waiting to see who would emerge victorious.
In a flash of steel and sparks, Tharros struck, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Elijah parried the attack, his movements lightning-fast as he countered with a powerful blow. Tharros stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise, as Elijah took advantage of the opening and struck again and again.
Lucifer's eyes gleamed with excitement, his tail twitching wildly as he watched the two of them exchange blow after blow.
Tharros stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise, as Elijah took advantage of the opening and struck again and again. But Tharros was far from defeated, and with a swift and precise movement, he countered Elijah's attack and sent him stumbling back.
The two of them clashed and parted, their swords ringing out as they exchanged blow after blow. The air was filled with the sound of steel on steel, and the ground shook beneath their feet as they battled on.
Lucifer watched with an intent gaze, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light as he analyzed their every move. He could see the potential in Elijah, the raw talent and power that lay beneath the surface. But Tharros was a formidable opponent, and Elijah would have to dig deep if he was going to emerge victorious.
As the sparring match continued, Elijah began to tire. Tharros's relentless assault had taken its toll, and Elijah's movements were beginning to slow. Tharros sensed his chance and struck with all his might, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.
Elijah parried the attack, but Tharros's sword slipped past his defenses and struck true, hitting Elijah's shoulder with a loud thud. Elijah grunted in pain and stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise.
Tharros stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion, his sword still trembling with the force of his final blow. Lucifer jumped down from the tree, his tail twitching with excitement, and padded over to the two of them.
"Well done, Tharros," Lucifer said, his voice low and husky. "You have proven yourself to be the superior fighter."
Elijah nodded, his shoulder throbbing with pain, and smiled wryly. "You win this time, Tharros."
Tharros smiled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "I told you I would emerge victorious."
Lucifer smiled, his whiskers twitching with amusement. "Yes, you did. But do not worry, Elijah. You will have your chance to redeem yourself. For now, let us tend to your wound."
And with that, the three of them began to tend to Elijah's injury, their conversation filled with talk of strategy and technique. The sparring match may have been over, but their training was far from it.
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Over the next couple of weeks, Tharros and Elijah had undergone so much training that they seemed like different people but Lucifer still in his feline form was as lazy as always.
One night after training,
"The Illuminati will make their moves soon.
The fact that they haven't attacked us means they're planning something." Anticipated Lucifer.
"Thought you said as long as you're in your cat form you can't be traced?" Asked Elijah
Tharros just observed the both of them quietly.
"Yes I did. But it seems you've forgotten that I said my energy will be recovered in this form. Therefore it will be oozing off me the longer I recover and luckily for us they don't know that we have a secret weapon." Lucifer says turning to Tharros.
"And he's one he'll of a gun " Elijah says smirking.
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Meanwhile,
At the Illuminati secret HQ,
Xylara could be seen speaking to the Illuminati.
Turning to them she says." It's time to strike,we're going to send in team Omega and let they shall be led by Caim."
Bowing the Illuminati elders left to fulfill her wishes.
Xylara turning to a figure in the shadows.
"I hope you know what you're doing by sending in Caim. We all know that he's a loose cannon."
The figure replies saying " A loose cannon is exactly what we need. With this Lucifer won't know what it's him."
Then suddenly it seems the shadows had consumed him and the figure was gone.
Sighing, Xylara smiles mischievous. "If you say so. Let the games begin."