The Hunt Begins [EVERYONE]

Mizetto felt like the luckiest little Demon. He was on a team of immortal, seasoned fighters. He could get all the glory of the obvious win his orange team would have, without putting much effort into it. Apparently, Mo allowed the younger boy onto the team to see what kind of Demon the young Mizetto was growing up to be, and whether he would deserve a job from his performance. Mizetto, for once, didn't care about the opportunity to become a God. He rather cared about all the mischief he could get up to with his purple Demon dad. As usual, the orange team had split in two, two Demons and two Angels. Mizetto tried to keep up with the strangely fast little Demon King, following the purple tail as they sniffed out any targets. Another unfair advantage to add to the orange team's list. They had an original Demon on their team, one with four nostrils and a very accurate sense of smell. Mo could sniff out anyone with a mile radius, which meant there was no hiding around the purple Demon. Eventually, the crowds of people watching the festival got thicker, and the Demons were forced to slow down. Mizetto caught his breath. He felt so exposed without the comfort of a Wolvine to protect him. Clue was on a different team, and it had taken at least half a day to explain the concept of this to the new participating Wolvine. Clue had almost lost his team a lot of points by following Mizetto around even after the games had started. It had taken a lot of convincing to stop Mo from pelting the poor Clue with paint. 
Mizetto followed behind Mo, before the Demon King stopped, suddenly grinning. Zetto didn't know why until he felt the smack of something on the back of his head. Mizetto rubbed a finger over the paint. Red, hopefully paint, and not blood. He glared, looking around the crowd to spot someone that made the Demon give a devilish smile. "Hey pops, mind if I handle this one?" Mizetto asked down to Mo, who had already placed himself comfortably against the wall of a building to watch the show. 
Grinning, Mizetto commanded the stone floor of Sora to form a battlefield around them. Stones lifted to create shelters and short walls to crouch behind. Mizetto took a dive for one of the defensive walls, throwing a couple of hopeful paint balls at the small Angel, as the crowd parted around her to escape the messy fight. 

Mizetto hated feeling the sticky paint on his head, it only reminded him of his mistake when letting his guard up. He should have remembered that the tiny little ice parasite ran around Sora, and that she'd have sights on the Demon boy for a rematch. Mizetto hid behind a stone barrier, watching as the red paint ball flew over the top, splattering far from Mizetto. The Demon chuckled, now he had a defence, he could focus on how to get back at the sly little Angel. He began to pick up pieces of stone, using magic to stretch two stone slabs into body-sized shields. He then made them float like a pair of closed doors, getting up to hide behind them as Mizetto moved away from his barriers. "Yeah well I'm on team Immortal, Tiny. We've not lost since the games began!" Mizetto called back from behind his two shields. He then smiled, thinking of something to do that was both fun and tactical. "Let them down? I'm sure they can barely see you, Tiny, so I doubt you'll get in the way. Though I feel sorry for anyone on your team, stuck with a tiny princess. Hey, who's the one who has to carry tissues around for every time you cry when you've lost?"

Mizetto's confidence in his team couldn't falter, no matter how much this tiny Angel tried to demoralise them. Heck, who could doubt the success of a team that hadn't lost in 150 years? And, not to put Mizetto down, but team immortal had won with worse team-mates than Mizetto. So he didn't have any fears, not even if this brat covered him in paint, which would be impossible, would his team come even close to losing their first place position. So the Demon chuckled, glancing to Mo as the King slept, a grin over his face as he was clearly listening in with those big ears of his. "They win every year with an over-confident and arrogant, vertically challenged midget on their team, and he's the toughest to beat, trust me." There was no issue with Mizetto having faith in the Royal Guard's wicked temper during the festival. Hane's sadistic side that came out during Jiko-Jiko had been a torch carrying the immortals through to victory, or how the King and Queen had put it. Mizetto was barely given a moment to blink before Ari tried to circle around him, using her magic and paint to try and catch the Demon off guard. But, with a grin, Mizetto rolled to the floor, commanding his two shields to face the sky. Around the sides, Mizetto saw the splatter of red paint, almost brutal looking, before flipping back onto his feet. Holding two more paint balls, Mizetto sacrificed one shield, moving it under his feet to hover, whilst the other one remained to his side at the ready. Mizetto dashed to the right, aiming the paint balls before throwing them harshly towards the younger Angel. "We never lose, even if by some mythical chance you win, princess, Mo's gonna wake up and make you wish you'd never messed with us!"

Mizetto had to admit that he struggled to keep up with the Angel's attacks once she summoned his wings. The story would be different if Mizetto chose to also fly, but he didn't want to fall that low as to rely on his wings for speed. Defending the last of the flying paint bombs, Mizetto didn't turn in time to block the last one. Although he managed to smash the paint bomb, he neglected to see that the paint was in fact embedded in ice. And so, as Mizetto smashed it, it splattered all over his rocky defence. It was a small amount, but a bit of paint splashed over Mizetto's shoulder. It looked funny to wince in pain at paint, but Mizetto was used to feeling pain from this girl now, and so instinctly thought he felt pain. He growled as he looked at his shoulder, and then to Ari. Before he could attack again, a certain purple Demon stood between the two children. "Tenshi and Hane have moved far, we need to regroup." Mo stated to Mizetto, smiling despite the loss of a good point for their team. Mizetto looked a little embarrassed, before noticing how a couple of the skulls were missing from his hat. The Demon tried not to grin, but found it amusing to watch two floating skulls carefully position themselves about Ari, holding paint in their misty bodies. Mo turned to address Ari. "Well my dear, you'd make the Queen proud, if she were on your team, but even I must congratulate you on the win. But I'm afraid me and the midget have to go now, good luck." And with that, Mo clicked his little hand, and the two skulls threw down their paint bombs with force towards the Angel girl. As it was happening, Mo summoned his wings, grasping Zetto by the scruff of his neck and rushing off to regroup with the others, making sure they weren't around for anymore of Ari's 'vengeance'.