Signature Move: He can throw explosive energy at his enemy.
Kill Highlights: Once fought another battle sylph much older than he is to protect his lover and friends.
Enemies: Anyone who would try to hurt Solie. Favorite Pastime: Teasing his friends, making jokes.
Other Facts: Heyou is a young battle sylph, able to change his shape from a black cloud filled with lightning into any form he wants. He’s an empath who’s deeply in love with his master and queen, Solie. He’s a joker and likes to make light of any situation. He’s also utterly fearless and will do anything to protect the people he cares about. Heyou is also unique in that, while the majority of battlers despise men, he doesn’t. He has a lot of male friends and his master is a man.
Heyou laughed, rubbing his hands together and grinning wickedly, a sparkle of utter delight in his eyes. He was a young man, just tall enough that he could tuck his lover’s head under his chin when he held her, his body slim and muscled, his face beautiful. His long, dark hair tumbled down his back, glossy as silk.
“Why did I enter the fight?” he asked. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s a fight! I’m a battle sylph. That’s what we do. We fight. Well, it’s not all that we do, but fighting is surely the best part of it.” He paused, finger raised, thinking that over. “Nah, the sex is the best part, but there’s no competition for that.” With a chuckle, he grabbed the poster that detailed the coming matches, more than a bit tattered from constant scrutiny and lack of care. “Anyway, fighting! A chance to show my skills! This is what I’ve been waiting for. Solie won’t let us fight nearly enough in the Valley. You could destroy everything, she says. She worries too much. It’s not like my aim’s that bad.
“Anyway…why do I think I’d be good for this?” He spread his hands. “Look at me. I’m a shape-shifting creature of immense power and skill.” He grinned, paused, and looked down at himself. Half a second later, the young man was gone and a floating cloud filled with lightning hovered in his place, as large across as an ox cart. He had roiling ball lighting for eyes and jagged lightning in his huge mouth. Shadowy wings spread out to either side of him. Another second passed and he was the young man again, settling in his chair.
“I’m a shape-shifter of immense power and skill…” He rolled his eyes.
“Well, I am. That’s not bragging, is it?” He grinned again, laughing. “Maybe it is. Okay, I know it is. But I want to do this. I like to fight. I like the fun of it and I’m hoping I can find a real challenge. I’m solid right now, but I’m a creature of pure energy. I can throw that energy and blow things up or lash it around me like a whip. I can change into anything I want or form blades from my hands. I’m an empath so I can feel what my enemy does and I can make them cower from the hate I broadcast to them. You can’t bluff me. I am my weapon.”
His expression turned serious. “It’s just…I’m not the only battler out there. We have fifty in the Valley and almost every one of them is older and stronger than I am. Sure, I’m with the queen, but that’s because she loves me, not because I won her through strength or anything. That’s how it’s done back in the world I came from. Battlers fight to prove themselves and win the queen. Here, we don’t get much chance for fighting. The Valley is a peaceful place. I’ve been in fights before mind you; I saved Solie and everyone in the Valley when a lion battler broke into the place where they were hiding. It took everything I had to win against him, because he was a lot older than me and crazy as well. I got my claws into his back and rode him like a bronco and it was a bastard of a fight.” His eyes gleamed at the memory, gesturing with his hands in imitation of how the fight went.
“He slammed me into every wall he could, trying to scrape me off, screamed and yelled and hit me with a hate aura so strong I could taste it. He was so much stronger than I was, but I didn’t give up. I couldn’t. I hung in there and I didn’t surrender…and none of my brothers saw it.”
He frowned. “That’s what this match is for me. A chance to finally prove myself, to show that I have what it takes to win where people can see it. To see my enemy down on the
ground and to know that I beat them, to have all my brothers see me beat him and have them know I didn’t just get lucky. Solie doesn’t care much for that idea, but it matters to me. It’s part of who I am, part of who all of us are. So here I am, and I’m ready to fight!
“Do I think I can win? Of course I can win. I’m a battle sylph, how can I lose?”
It was a dream come true. Solie had her own battler, a creature of almost infinite magic who could vaporize legions in the blink of an eye and would willingly suffer a thousand bloody deaths to protect her. She was his love. More simply, she was his queen.
Many others feel the same. The new-built settlement is a haven for all. Erected by sylphs of earth and fire, air and water, the Valley is Solie’s dominion. But, lovers without peer or killers without mercy, the very nature of their battler protectors means peril. It is not in any sylph’s nature to disobey, and while some are hers to command, others are the slaves of Solie’s enemies—the jealous, the cruel. Those who guard her must not fail. Their peasant-born ruler is not yet safe as…
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