<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/Ez_zps5bb59020.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Cabin.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 23rd, evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Avery.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing: Engraved Armor. (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The contrast of calm and chaos was pure evidence of the clash about to happen, and all simply in their eyes before swords or steel connected. Her words sealed their fate, the moment she decided she would not remove herself from his way and take him head on instead. Someone like her could never understand, someone that soft, someone that absurdly compassionate. He cared not for her misjudgement, as accelerated nad heightened eyesight caught glimpse of her own blue hues staring at the blood on his hands and jumping to assumptions. Her facial expression changed just then, validating his presumtion that she thought he was the culprit. Did it matter, though? Who punched Henry and who didn't? Was Ezra not responsible for every one of them? Including Henry, whose heritage had dawned on him after Avery came storming forward. If the kid had some courage to speak up, this could have all been avoided, yet the harshness of collective atmosphere was far too crushing for the child.<br/><br/>These were thoughts he could no longer entertain, and as she charged towards him with her sword in hand, and Ezra yanked out his second from his belt, a sharp and painful voice invaded his mind.<em>Murderer!</em>it echoed, again and again until Ezra growled out in pain and had to raise one of his hand to press against his forehead.<strong>"I TRUSTED YOU!"</strong>He yelled out at her, as she continuously blasted the same words through his head. A mistake, from all those years ago...a life lost, to a child imbued with powers beyond his containment, beyond his understanding...the very reason why Ezra was here at Camp, why he came at such a young age...he'd trusted her with such a secret, and she was using it against him in blind conviction. It allowed her the moments to place her hand against Gaia and summon her puppets, the magics of her abilities taking form and starting to lunge at him.<br/><br/>Ezra stood still if for just a moment longer, Crimson eyes glaring a gaze that would freeze the Gods themselves and have them take caution. He had trusted her and she had betrayed him, and she would pay for the price. He growled out a war cry from the bottom of his throat, honoring his father and demanding his attention in the process. With a quick twist of his body, Ezra ducked beneath the swing of the first clone and spun around, jamming the sharp end of Glory into his stomach and quickly rising upwards to slice the earth clone upwards, splitting it at the head. Using the momentum of his rise, his other hand flexibly snapped forward and released the hilt of Glory in a quick snapping movement, sending the sword flying forward with enough velocity to pierce the heart of the second earth clone behind him.<br/><br/>The velocity of the throw would knock the clone on the ground, while Ezra himself charged forward and the first clash of steel was heard. Ezra's Might pressed against Avery's Joybringer as it extended towards him with an intent to pierce. It all happened within the span of a split second,  the ironic names of the swords giving a stark look into the reason behind their fight. He used his weight to pressure her forward, knowing she would have to defend against it and ultimately fail.<strong>"THIS is why your mother never claimed you!"</strong>He growled in rebellious anger, hitting her where it hurts just as she did with him.