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Started October 30, 2020 by Deleted user

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he finished the beer.

"What time is it?" Nyx asked.

"7 pm." He said

She yawned. "We should probably plan the wedding some more…"

"But I thought we would train with our stands?"

"Oh yeah," she said, then looked at Tom. "Are you sure you want to?"
"One hundred percent, darlin'."

"Shall we go to the bedroom or stay here?" He asked

"I think the bedroom might be too small… we should use the living room."

"Okay then." They went to the living room

"So how do we start? I know I'd just be put in a room and told to fight…"

"My stand will throw the first punch." He told her, activating Death To Heaven.

"OK, so it's like a planned thing, you tell them what to do?"

"Kinda. That's how they work." He said.
"Can I fight you?" he asked, not wanting to not have permission

"Sure."

D2H punched Tom while yelling "Ora!"

"Um… Tom, sap her strength," Nyx said, taken aback by the suddenness of the punch.
Tom snapped their fingers. Golden tendrils of energy curled off of D2H's shoulders.

D2H wasn't actually there. It was one of D2H's illusions.

Nyx growled. She'd never, in her years at the lab, fought Fifteen and Sixteen, the illusionists.
She sent out her field, sensing D2H's muscle contractions and detecting where she was.
"There." She pointed.
Tom snapped again. More energy whirled through the air.

Another illusion.
D2H punched Tom in the back, knocking them down.

"Grab her ankle and sap her strength, this one's not an illusion," Nyx said, and Tom did.

It was an illusion.
"Can't tell who's the real Death to Heaven, can you?"

"Maybe not, but I can." Nyx sent out her field again. This time, she could sense the real one.
"Go."
Tom snapped. It reverberated loudly. Cords of energy - real ones, not wisps - curled towards them, settling in their fingernails, which glowed yellow as the energy flowed in.

D2H set up a mirror so it reflect back to Tom, draining themself of energy

Nyx growled, helpless. She wasn't good with strategy; that was Phoenix's department. Back in the lab, it had been all physical, no mental.

He, however, had eons of learning strategy.