A wondrous game, Dead Man's Bluff, was. Towards the back of a nearby tavern, several men with cups and dice sat around the table. One very large human, with a Claymore than fit only the strongest berserkers carried, A young looking elf, His bow wrapped around his body, A dark elf, A dragon kin, and a young looking man with pure white hair, pupiless blue eyes, swirling with mischief. As they all shook their dice in the cups, Then all slammed them down at once, pulling them close and looking at the hand fate had dealt. The Big human smirked and started the biddings.<br/><br/>"I wager, 1000 Gold..." The young elf smirked and looked at his hand."Yea, I'll match that." Each person in turn spoke out to match, The white haired man smiled and nodded."Alright, 1000 it is... I bet 3, twos.." he smiled looking to the berserker as he pondered and looked at his hand again."5, twos.." Each one went around the table, speaking their bids, each challenging the other to keep bidding, All of a sudden, the man with the blues smiled and looked at his dice."Alright gentlemen. here's where the getting is good. I wager this..." He said softly, pulling from his pocket a blood ruby, placing it on the table top as he saw them all stare with greed."Worth 10,000 gold in this realm, I wager, 8 sixes..." He said with a wild smirk as each person began to cringe, checking their hands.<br/><br/>The berserker began to sweat, looking at the elf next to him as he checked his dice a third time. The white haired man, Ghaleon stared at him, waiting for his bet, or forfeit, knowing he had it in the bag. As the Large man checked his hand again, he slowly looked to Ghaleon, anger growing on his face as he finally made his bid."9 sixes..." He said with a smug look on his face, which drove Ghaleon to laugh."You're lying big man...Now pay up..." Ghaleon continued laughing as the large man flipped the table and drew his sword."How about I kill all of you and take the money anyway. The other elves flinched and fell back, Ghaleon unmoved as the large man swung his sword wildly. Ghaleon smirked and blinked his eyes, disappearing from his seat, only to show up to the right of him, sending a fist into his kidney with impressive force. The large man didn't have time to react as the hit landed, blood falling from his lips as his knees buckled.<br/><br/>Ghaleon stood in his stance for a few seconds, only to smile and look down on him."Now, I only accused you of lying, I didn't deflower your Darling daughter. So next tim..." His words trailed off, in his peripheral, seeing a bright light, Seraphic in nature. He narrowed his eyes, Flashing back to his months of torture in heaven, Anger seeping out of every pore as he watched it dissipate.  He pulled his trench coat around him, Sending a boot into the berserkers ribs as he turned on his heel and headed out of the tavern, to follow the light. He didn't even bother with the blood ruby that was left, Many in the tavern began to fight over it. He didn't care anymore. A seraphim had left their post in heaven to pursue something. Ghaleon drew the Fabled blade of colossus and took off into the forest.<br/><br/>In his time in heaven, The Seraphams had become a force of pure hatred and inquisition, convert or die. This went against everything he stood for. The winds would begin to gust and flow vigorously, showing his anger in nature. The only time he lost control of the wind, was when he was driven by anger. Without even thinking, he was forced into the first zavier form. The change was quick, A golden trim going around his swirling eyes, His aura now see able, a glow of light blue surrounded him, his hair standing on end. As he sped his way toward the light's Origin, He suddenly felt the tale tell signs of life directly in front of him. One significantly larger than the other. After pin pointing the exact location of the stronger power, He leaped into the air, His blade catching the wind as he flew down into the clearing. Without a word, He landed on the ground and smashed his blade into the ground, Sending wild tornado's covered in the powerful aura, Straight toward the man who Created the Light. Three giant blades of wind and angelic power would fly furiously toward the man, splitting the ground as it traveled.<br/><br/>This attack wasn't a strong one, but reliable. It was almost always used as a ploy to force the being into the defensive from the get go. Also a test of skill toward the would be opponent. The Torrents would be a good distance away from the one who sat to the side, after all, He was a protector, Not a murderer.