Hall of Sorrow

He laughed at his sarcastic tone of voice, funny to him that he didn't even know what he wore. Guess he was wearing a pretty flowery dress, and to top it off he slung a force of energy like a pair of panties. He lowered his hand,the structure of his body moulded and his back turned into his front and vise Vera. He spoke once more in a tone to keep his laughter in. "Look..haha, now I'm speaking to myself.. Guess you like to wear your dad's clothes than, what a retarded family you come from, too bad their daughter grew up with a manly voice." Mockery, humorous insults withdrawing from his breath.
His fist pulsed as the energy started forming from his body ans wanted to just erupt.
The aura around Kireru vanished, once a fury of blended auras now a empty body, as if all soul preconditions had been swallowed up by the gauntlets. He lifted his fist and clashed them may times together, flame began to spark as he did. It grew into a small fire ball and levated in front of his face. The soft burning sensation of the warmth it provided was pleasuring, he leaned forward and ate it. Seconds later the aura returned and died once more, his body was engulfed in flames, the hall burned and spread like wildfire. His giblets remained charged up, almost expanding and decreasing as if they had the tendency to breath and depend on air.
Rage, frustration, and anger, he was sure to burn the last inch of this hall with this. His trench coat burned off Initial followed by his clothing. He was naked and completely engulfed by flames, the gauntlets remained as well as a few handles strapped to his back. He walked forward, somehow he could start to see the man more clearly. The dying walls around him described his looks. "Hmp pity. Such a waste of great imagination. Time to toast." He walks slowly towards the voice.

("Talk and bicker is all he does, another pigment of my past ego. Let's just kill them one by one, oh great. Look at me talk to myself again. Fuck you so much reality warping.")
Kireru clapped his gunlets, waves of flames carried itself upon the air. He hit his gauntlet's in an x formation and casted a crossed flame followed by another one of two lines.
He was calm, his inner body cool as ice. Unharmed by the furious flames that danced and killed everything behind him.
The path that died didn't seem to regenerate somehow it made a unwritten piece of hall that offspring into a dark hole of nothingness. He didn't pay much attention to this, nor to the ashes that soon spread the smell of heavy smoke and lust of burnt flesh, a disgusting scent, but when your covered in flames everything seems like a bonfire to you. He spoke in encryption, almost another language. "Simply doesn't matter, but if you insist call me 'Daddy' hahaha glad to know that you me, you are fake, now I can destroy you from my past. Suppress you into the endless neurons from my mind." The pulsing bball seemed rather intriguing, an attack from the mind was a minor setback in his works. He decided to ignore it, it was useless to assume it would be of any harm to him. Sudden realization hit him here, the girl had touched him...
The possibility of another soul was possible now, still only one way to find out.

The air is disturbed, it's thickness could alter the atomic waves of sound breaking frequencies and changing them to matter of weapon. Shocked at the heat reduction in the air once the disturbance interfere with his flame attacks, his face twitch slightly in disbelieve. "React, react KIRERU!" His mind races with thoughts, the narrow halls seem to cry out of screeches. Impulses away from getting consumed by the first wave of sound, he puts his hands to his head. A glow of power increased, it was white and seem to do some sort of self damage temporary.
He went deaf, he removed his hearing using his negation power. The waves were now just heavy winds traveling, the vibrations in the air modify to cause mass harm to the enhanced hearing of Kireru now just relaxing waves of impartiality made music. He could feel the vibrations hit his body and run around him, it was exhilarating, the joy of someone wanting to cause him pain, was pure ecstasy and lust. He walked through the first wave untouched, the second was not so forgiving it caused him to lose his balance and fall backwards, something twisted occurred his flames fell before he did, as a shadow would, but once he hit the floor he vanished.
Kireru voice travelled a great distance across the endless Hall, a symbol appeared on the floor , and up grew Kireru, a smile on his face. "So frisky for a man in women clothing." His fist charged up, a second release of power ignited, inches away he hoped for impact.

Boom!

The clash of his gauntlet and the element dirt earth wall made a impact , as it shattered, essences to the wall was collected. Behind the wall that lifted a pile of dirt to airborne he could sense New footsteps arrive. The walls form eyes and begun to see around the whole surface, this was fantastically great for Him. Every inch of movement was transported into the mind of Kireru, he could feel the smell of dirt surround him, following the momentum from the punch, he manages to swing his left leg and propelled himself air born, halfway flipped his flaming body dies out. His aura grew of nature, a bright green, and in a blink he froze in mid air.
His naked body was harvested by dirt, slowly his skin turned green and he turned into a abnormal sized rose. It grew to its prime rapidly, and when the petals opened appeared the girl whom had bickered to much. The roots from this rose, that broke the floor, extended and held up the nude girl up to use as meat armour while Kireru grew from the ground.
He looked younger, a silent ring in his ear began to form as the sound began to come back to him. He stood there, his outfit was in fight mode.
His blindfold was now black, his white hair stood over the blindfold. A metallic black chrome colored mask is on his head, it's a kitsune mask, the eyes are dulled out plan scratched silver with a depth in the eyes that seem unrealistic. He wore a blue tradition warrior outfit with a golden trims, on the back fell a symbol of fight. His gauntlets remain normal and went into cool down. Jinx and Karma shined of excitement.
He tilted his head upwards and sensed at the man, this was so instant, so swiftly made. He smiles once more, a smile so devious and superior. He bent his knees slightly and jumped, the ground shifted and launched one huge piece of ground at the creatures, his mask fell on his face as he drew karma in both hands. Behind him the aura of soon to be dead girl was lingering of death.