Axle was not the type of person who couldn't admit when he had lost, and simply nodded. "Well I guess your potential seemed to win out in this case, and it was a good match...there are no complaints on my end." Rather than wait for Legiaus to hand over his lost gil, he picked the bag up and tossed it to the man himself. "We'll have to make another bet for the finals...you seem to be an enjoyable type to place a wager with."
Legiaus grinned slightly. It was nice to see one of them could be good sports about things like this; he personally hated losing...and that wasn't something he would enjoy. "Well now that that's out the way why don't we try looking at something else...you got any league arena matches you can watch from this thing?"
If the responsibility of the world were on your shoulders, what would you have done? The question continued to pound in the sixteen-year-old's mind over and over as he reviewed the path laid out before him. If the three of them happened to flip the screen to his final match they would see the fruits of his labor, and what happened when he was in his thinking mode...a.k.a...destructive mode. Axle would be proud, having been the one that taught him the way of the sword, to see he was utilizing the graceful acrobatics of their 8-forms style...but disappointed to see the injuries he had obtained. He would need more training...
It would be the particular moment that would have gained the most attention. Battered, blood merged with those darkened strands...his attire was nothing but tattered scraps as he glanced at the group ahead of him. It would appear that ever since Eve moved her way through the ranks ranks for Novice, Intermediate, and Pro were one versus a group...and he simply had to take on the final mob to claim his title. She thinks I should look at this as an honor...but...where's the honor in being the one who could have condemned the world? Xion understood her words. He had a chance to redeem the Guado, to redeem the ways of summoning and define himself, but...he barely accepted the way he was. Before he knew it he was rushing his opponents before his body seemed to blur into a spiraling motion of dark, wing like movements that cut through the Pilot League member's mercilessly.
Axle would watch the screen with a slight brow raised. To think he would actually master the Black Wing at such an age...it was...remarkable, and saddening to think about when he considered the path Xion would have to take. He would have made a great guardian if he wasn't a summoner. "I'll have to have him go over the forms...he's lacking..."
Legiaus watched with a slacked jaw. He knew the kid could be deadly using Axle's style, but even he hadn't seen the final technique of it implemented... "You're making one hell of a monster out of him..."
To this Axle flashed a rather cold smirk, dropping the temperature in the room slightly. "We're both rubbage on the doorstep of hell...the way we fight simply reflects the sins we inherit."