War of the Four Seasons (CLOSED)

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Location: On the battlefield in Serinola
Action: Engaging Axel with Bryson
Weather: Some kind of freak lightning storm.

Dylan narrowed his eyes icily. He honestly hated the champion of autumn. The male had a nasty attitude and to think if they were on the sames side, they might have become friends. Than again who knows what could have happened. Right now they were on opposite sides and what ifs didn't matter in the long run. Although Dylan found Axel's attitude surly and untamed. However it wasn't as bad as the other champion, especially that of summer who was a pirate. Heck Sanka was the most rurally and surly pirate he had ever had the fortunate of meeting. Even though they haven't exactly crossed paths yet. Dylan had just made it his mission to collect as much intelligence on the enemy forces. So he knew them all. Of course he hadn't crossed paths with all of them, but he knew about them. He knew of their personalities and a bit of their fighting styles. He honestly had spies everywhere. Alyss had given him full command to do what he pleased. So Dylan used that authority to set up spies in all four corners of the world, various lands, cities and town. It was hard work, but he had a brilliant network of intelligence. He even had information regrading his own mistress. However he wasn't about to tell her that. Dylan kept his little network to himself and the spies reported to him directly. Hence why he knew about many of the allies on the seasons' side and even their leaders. It was useful to carry this information in case he even needed it down the road. The thing is, even though Dylan had all of this intelligence, he still needed to constantly revamp his strategies. Many times they enemies made moves that weren't part of his calculation, so he needed to tinker with it. He may have all of this information, however like everyone, people change and Dylan needed to consider that in the long run.

Besides his little network, Dylan had plans that seemed to go beyond what he saw before him. However he had no desire to act upon them just yet. Besides he needed to focus on his little thrall with Axel, the male was being an annoyance. He glanced coldly at Axel. "Maybe, but we will see. My mistress is full of surprises." He stepped back and held his weapons up. He watched cautiously when Axel made a move to attack. He watched the lightning striking down, before Axel moved to attack him. Dylan was ready for him. However before he could do anything, somebody stood in his way. He was startled at first, before he frowned softly. "I could have handled this Bryson. You didn't need to come to my rescue." He huffed softly. He knew the knight didn't exactly listen to him. Dylan just never moved to stop him. He knew that Bryson was there to keep him safe, but it was kind of annoying at times when he wanted to fight his own battles. However Dylan knew better though. He knew not to argue with the older male. He was taller than him and older. So he mostly let Bryson do what he wanted despite him not liking it. He knew better and he didn't fight it.

Instead Dylan backed off. He frowned. He wanted to wipe Axel's smug look off his face. Unfortunately he couldn't because Axel would need to go through Bryson before getting to him. So that left Dylan with nothing to do. He than snapped his fingers. The men were still standing around. Honestly Dylan didn't want them to get involved. He glanced coldly at the troops. "You are dismissed. Take the wounded and retreat back to base. Threat the wounded there. Understood? Now go." The men nodded. "Aye aye sir." They saluted before they gathered up the wounded. They headed out of the hill and disappeared into the falling snow. Dylan turned back towards Bryson and Axel. Now that the men were gone, they won't accidentally get killed. Now it was just the three of them. Dylan walked back towards the hill, before snapping his fingers a frozen chair emerged. He plopped down onto it and glanced at the two warriors. "I'm not even going to try. I mas well just relax. Are you sure you going to be ok little champion? You're bleeding quite heavily. I'm surprised you haven't passed out yet." He leaned against the icy chair and watched amused. He placed his chakrams on his lap. This will be interesting. He would get into the fight soon enough. After all the fight was between Axel and him.

[Joluv Archer]

Fenik recognized that annoyingly loud, boisterous, pirate voice as the one he had sworn to protect. The Leader of Summer, Lord Zamir Hinode, was a pleasure to serve. He was refined and the music he played was quite enjoyable. Then there was Sanka. Sanka had the innate ability to pull Fenik's strings in the wrong way. Normally, Fenik would not even dream of associating with such a person. It was only after being placed in the position of Knight of Summer and protector of this ruffian did Fenik learn that there was much more to this man than the surface showed. The way that Sanka cares for those close to him, this Fenik finds a very noble trait that makes dealing with his other mannerisms bearable.

Fenik, still in Phoenix form but now flying below the tree tops amongst the allied side due to the turn of harsh weather, dashed toward Sanka. Shar followed, leaving scorch marks on the trees they passed. Since Shar had just had a meal, it burned significantly brighter and hotter. "Off to meet with Sssanka, are we Massster? I particularly like hisss demeanor. And the way he flusssters you is pricelesss."

Fenik shot Shar a death glare, then eased up and let out a 'heh'. "That he does. I still find it an honor to serve him. It is just difficult to admit that at times." As they came up on the group of pirates, Fenik heard, then saw that they were already engaged in combat. Those that they were fighting, though, were not of Winter origin. They, in fact reeked of death.

"Necromancy! How abominable! Such a chaotic art shall not be forgiven nor taken lightly!" Fenik swopped down just behind the front line of battle and flared up into a large spouting ball of fire, emerging as his feet planted themselves on the ground. He now stood a solid six feet and four inches tall, his eyes still aglow with fire and butler's outfit still perfectly creased.

"Master Sanka, I am here at your service! Though you entered battle without a plan - as usual - I shall be glad to be of assistance." Fenik felt he needed to make that small jab to show his disapproval, but had a feeling that Sanka wouldn't care. "Shar, you are free to burn. Release the undead from their torment. Give them a proper cremation."

"It would be my pleasure, Massster~" said Shar with glee. Shar shot out ahead of the battle behind enemy lines and wrapped itself around a tree trunk, flaring up and burning deep into the trunk. The wood began to crack as the tree swayed in the wind of the rising storm. After less than 20 seconds of work, a large flaming tree came crashing down atop a group of approaching undead. Several were crushed, and more of the oncoming were slowed as they now had a large felled burning tree in their direct path. Shar had gained some additional sustenance from the tree and, now a slithering trail of flame the size of a large anaconda, went back to the front lines of the battle. Several undead soldiers tried to grab at Shar, but there was nothing tangible for their hands to grab, and it only burned their already shriveled skin. Shar met Sanka and his mateys on the front lines of battle and began to surround each zombie, one or two at a time. Within seconds the parts of their bodies that didn't get directly touched by the flame fell to the ground and the rest of their bodies were turned to ash. Shar hit one after another, focusing on those that the rest of the pirates hadn't gotten to yet or had missed.

Fenik watched from behind for a moment. taking a more defensive position. He can carry a bow in phoenix form using his talons, but the long flight he had just been on warranted leaving it behind. He shouted out amongst the other fighters with his softer voice that he had to strain to attempt a commanding tone (which was still not very commanding), "Do any of you happen to have a bow to spare? I feel terrible for being under-prepared, so I ask for your pardon!" His voice seemed pathetic amongst this crew, but it was the best he could pull off.

TheSinOfWrath1313

AquaSorceress

[ArchDukeIan]

This Knight was arrogant and over anxious. He was quick to react to Bryson's move but a more experienced and trained knight would know the length of the blade they were battling against. Bryson had no intention of killing the man on that move and should have been obvious to the boy. Rather, he over reacted and bounded backwards to dodge the attack, or intimidation. Unfortunately for Bryson, the move did not do its job which caused the battle to be lengthened. This was already getting on his nerves. That of course wasn't fair because he was frustrated by it even before he made it there. Most likely, Dylan could have handled himself. This Autumn kid was over compensating for something and as long as Dylan was focused, it would have been an easy engagement. But, it would be Bryson's head on the line and as much as he hated everything else at that moment, he liked living.

Autumn then made a second aggressive move. The flash for a distraction danced out first which was probably move of a mistake then anything. The light that shone before Bryson was one that was very similar to that of light hitting a pure gem. Rage flew into his eyes as memories rushed into his mind. Piles upon piles of glimmering gems. It was then that time seemed to slow to a crawl. Bryson shoved the massive sword into the gorund before the yellow haired man moved from the distraction of the flash and quickly moved to the side which opened Bryson's weaker points. A sword shown through the air as it sliced outward toward him. With a new found intensity, Bryson simply turned 90 degrees. The enemy's blade glanced the black chest plate leaving an impressive cut but not reaching his body. The armor in turn quickly repaired itself. In reaction, Bryson reached with right hand out to grip Autumn's left shoulder. With unhuman force, Bryson drove a first into the stomach of the yellow-haired b*****d knowing that he was already well wounded at that location.

All the while this was going on, Dylan was doing his best to just stay out of the way. This was better in many reasons. At this point, Bryson was not in control over his actions. He wasn't fully aware of his surroundings. What was on his mind now was the b*****d of a target. His mind told him that this kid would not survive this interaction. The image of Bryson reaching into the knight's open wound and pulling out different pieces was vivid. If Dylan was to get in the way of this, he wasn't sure what he would do to the young one. What wasn't helping however was the sass that he was giving in return for his help. Dylan had better hope that the engagement would rid Bryson of the rage because if it didn't, there would be trouble for his ally.

[ArchDukeIan]

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It was a rare occurance when Jayce was surprised. This was one of those times it seemed. Those who had fallen in battle were slowly coming back up in a force, raised from the dead. As surprised as he was, it was actually stupid for him to not expect the unexpected. Winter was an enemy like no other. All of the other forces were plain, almost boring to a point but there was no knowing what Winter was capable of doing. It was apparent now that something that winter could do was create a thunderstorm in the middle of the cold to resurrect an army of fallen brethren. There had to be plenty of more tricks up her sleeve.

Jayce's first reaction was to look back to the girls that he was with. His first and really, only goal, was to make sure that they were safe. This was going to be a battle that is unlike any other they have encountered but both of them seemed to be all for getting straight to the action. Iris spoke her orders and so those who could hear, followed them. "I'll get my men. Stay safe." he said before he left their company for the time being. Jayce made a mad dash to his area of the camp to where the men, as intuitive as they were, were already getting ready for battle. A smirk came to his lips. "You guys, are too great." he said before he paused. "They are undead, fallen soldiers. These are not your friends." he said bluntly and quickly to debrief. "Treat them as though they are those you fought moments before." With that, he ran out into the field.

The battlefield looked so much different than a few hours before. Rather than winter beasts and cold hearted humans, the field was filled with Spring, Summer and Autumn soldiers. It was hard for Jayce not to be effected by this. To see Spring soldiers attacking others pushed on his heart. It wasn't right and it showed that Winter meant business. Quickly however, Jayce cleared his mind. He needed to be fully focused. His eyes glanced across the battlefield looking for Iris and Lauren knowing that they would be out there. The first he saw was Iris. Jayce broke out into a sprint to make it to her side just as he arrived however, she stopped and let out a note that was only produced by a siren. By this time, Jayce had learned which note meant which feeling. This one he had never heard before but by the look on her face and the man who laid at her feet explained everything. Jayce stuck his short spear into the ground and gently placed his left hand on the bare skin of her neck. He knew that this was hard for her, but he hoped that his small action would help her, some way, somehow.

The moment wouldn't last forever though. Soon, more bodies came their way and there was no time to delay. With both spears in hand once again, he made his way to defend his queen and his companions. Thrust after thrust, grunt after grunt and thud after thud, bodies hit the floor who had fallen victim to the deadly points and skill of the Silver Bear. In any normal case, this part would be a little fun. It was like a dance with multiple partners but this time, it was more like navigating a life or death obstacle course. Even with a multitude of maneuvers, from spins and slides, Jayce always seemed to find himself looking into the eyes of those soldiers who had once fallen. Their eyes were glassed over and black, completely empty of all life but their faces were still familiar and their colors were still Spring.

[Saotome Of The East-l-]

TheSinOfWrath1313

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Thoughts:'' This is not going to be the end!'
Feelings:'' Shaken/Tired''
Location: Battlefield Serinola
Company:Rikki

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Veles Zephyrus ✔ Lord Of Autumn ✔
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The autumn army held its ground against the zombies. They were not simple people besides intense training they have the power of wind. One of the most powerful forces on the planet devastating not many things can stand up to it. The problem with zombies despite the numbers were they can swarm all over you before you knew it. The train soldiers knew this and with the power of when could blow the zombies away if they felt pressured but it comes at a price stamina. Along with summoning spirits as reinforcement no one was really ''normal'' here if you could not control wind then you can call upon sprites. No undead could devour a spirit but they did have limits and if the caster died the sprites are sent back or the sprites can take damage and fade away. Then there were the clerics destroying the zombies with holy magic setting them ablaze with white flames.

They may not have the level of wind manipulation are the summing as their lord but,they could hold their own. As lesser sprites entered the battle Autumns army grew stronger three more soldiers for every summon. All summon and wind manipulation was only used as last resorts as they sap energy slowly and over use is fetal. Veles swung his spear around as he bent his back a bit cutting in a complete circle killing the zombies he hit instantly by taking their heads off. Using one hand he creates a orb of compressed wind and shot it into a mob;the release of wind expanded in a dome like attack shredding them pieces rapidly leaving craters in the earth. Veles fired two more rounds of air bombs taking out a good amount of zombies.

When she arrived he was glad if it was one person he could count on the most it was Rikki. Veles was beginning to question why he choose those two. Damn good question tiger one is behind us and the other is off doing god knows what.Glad you could make it though starting to get lonely without my''royal guards''. Veles dodged a bite and returned it with a stab through the skull of a zombie. Everytime he looked at this white hair woman his heart skipped a beat he hadn't t felt that in ages;she was everything he desired in a woman and more but he had to subdue those feelings for now. Then came the sound of the siren and he knew who that was and he was grateful as he started to feel the effects.

The song was amazing to the ears and a already boosted moral of the Autumn soldiers this would make them perform excellent service on the field. its time to cut loose Rikki Veles says as he takes out his fan and summons wind around it;he wouldn't risk making it bigger seeing how he was limited in stamina now that he was poison.Great wind I call upon you rip my enemies to shreds Tornado bomb! Aiming it just right he made sure to aim it at the heart of the horde. With one swing a tornado began to form but not from the sky it started from the ground and grew to the size of a large windmill! Wide the tornado began to suck up a large amount of zombies by the hundreds; then on his will as he moved the fan up to the sky so did the tornado.

What came next was big as the tornado began to suck up the black thunder clouds turning the tornado black. The electrically charged thunder clouds held lightning with in them which took a large amounts of power to move something that was not his element with his own. Then down came the fan and so did the black tornado at astonishing speed as soon as it touched down it exploded in a wave of wind,water(clouds) and lighting destroying a immense amount of zombies in the process and creating a shock wave a thunderclap like sound! The zombies that were hit were fried then gone with the wind as ash. The king fell to one knees panting without his godly stamina it took more to do things then normal it was taxing as hell. He felt numb but he got up as there were still more zombies to deal with as the song kept going to could he but for how long?

Veles fought on but he was much slower than before he took more than just a few hits. Armor was on him for a reason but a nasty claw mark across the face did more than just sting! The king would not fall so easily as he kept on fighting for atonement !

The For This battle- Enemy Attack

OCC: cheese_whine

Travel Theme: Desert Land Serinola

War battle Theme: Battlefeild Serenade
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'' I must right this wrong before it is too late!''

✔Theme Song:Song Of Four Seasons

✔ Personal Theme: Yago Island

✔ Battle Theme: Unlimited

Abilities/Weapons:
Wind manipulation:This is most practice skill other than spirit summoning. He started at a young age and now that he is this old he already master it a long time ago. I will list techniques that his knows in detail.

- Step of wind: The fastest wind ever recorded was 253 mph times that by three = 759 . He is able to go beyond the limits of earths wind speed because his is of a higher power if he wanted to.When using the step of wind he becomes the wind instantly phasing trough attacks however; he cannot attack in this form. It takes a lot of energy to become the wind,and move at such speed so, his maxed usage is three.

(Wind Bombs): He crates pockets of compressed air the orbs hold torrents of air which he fires at enemies they explode on his will. When they explode the release violent winds that shreds the ground apart. He can release about thirty in one go creating devastation everywhere he chooses to strike. This technique is good when fighting large amounts of enemies.


(Tornado Push) : He concentrates his wind into one of his blades compresses it and then release it on to his foe. A large tornado is unwrapped from his sword in a stabbing motion. The force of wind is great that it starts to tare things a part. If caught in one of these the target is twisted around violently like a rag doll before the tornado dispels. When it dispels it blows away creating a large creator.

(Blade Of Wind) : A buff for his sword to give it that extra kick! The wind acts as layers of steel for his blade making it sharper,not only that its length increases three times as well, and then the blades is as light as air he can swing it way faster than ever before. speed,reach and sharper this buff only last for five post also the blade is known as its pure form in this state.


(Grand Wind Wall/Dome)
: Veles creates a wall of rapid winds that block off or repel attacks from his enemies. The wall can even become a dome over him or his allies. The wall is not indestructible as it can be destroyed by powerful attacks! The purpose of the wind wall is all out defense against enemy attacks if he should be over run. The bigger the wall the more power is needed to maintain it so his max length of time for keeping it up is four post.

Note: These are just some moves I thought I would share with you lot. He is not limited to just using these moves in combat however because thy're many things you can do with wind such as flight, hurricanes etc. The moves are not meant to be over powered and I will make sure not to spam just one move throughout a fight not my style.

Spirit summoning (master level):

Spirit Solders: They're highly skilled solders that once served Veles father years ago. They're mostly skilled knights,archers,berserkers,monks etc. They may not be the strongest of sprites but, they're reliable comrades. At the moment he can only summon five of them on the battlefield. He can only maintain them in the field for five post.

Spirit Of Healing-Palutena: The spirit of healing steps forth and heals all that veles commands. Her only goal is to heal not fight s as soon as he summons her she is gone almost immediately.
Palutena

Spirit Of Combat- Solomon: Spirit of combat he takes on foes no matter how many there are. He stands about 6 foot 8 and can take hits as much as he can deal them. Being a spirit and all his more powerful than any human and with his sword Draken he is force to be reckon with.( Post limit 4)
Solomon

Spirit Of Defense-Metallica: A spirit that looks like he was made from metal itself is his greatest protector. Though her skin looks metallic it is not in fact no one really knows what her skin is made of.She can take hits like a champ but even she has limits she cannot stay on the battlefield for long(three post). Though she is defense she does have a powerful lance for offense back up.
Metallica

Spirit Of Magic-Ramza: He is a magic user trough and trough with powerful spells he is very versatile on and off combat, Though he may be a spirit he does share the weakness that all mages do lack of armor. ( He last for four post)
Ramza


Note: None of the spirits are invincible they can be beaten and if they are they will need to recharge in the spirit world. All spirits have a limit to how long they can stay out on this plane of existence. Every time a sprites summoned a bit of his stamina is sapped so over using them can leave him vulnerable.
xxxxxxx☽★☾xxx WEAPONS:

Anemoi Dual Blades: Two sets of blades that are made to work in perfect harmony with Veles wind manipulation. The blades can be connected to form a spear weapon giving him mid range,short range and long range capability.


Anemoi Giant Wind Fan: This fan is the size of a large boulder ans more effective with using the wind then his swords. It is mostly used to cause great destruction with a mighty swing!The fan can change from a normal fan size to the size of a blunder on his command.

[AquaSorceress]

Location: Serinola // Status: A bit down, but can still fight. // Thoughts: Late, but not defeated! not by a l- wait the dead?! // Company: Fenik, Sanka, and the Summer Army. // Current Theme:Pegboard Nerds - here it comes

Just shoot for the stars if it feels right, and aim for my heart~
If you feel like
You can take me away, and make it okay
I swear i'll behave
You wanted control, so we waited.
I put on a show, now I make it
You say i'm a kid.
My ego is big.
I don't give a s**t, and it goes like this

Take me by the tongue, and i'll know you
Kiss me 'tll your drunk, and i'll show you
All those moves like jagger
I've got those moves like jagger
I've got those moves like jagger
I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and i'll own you
With them moves like jagger

A man with brown hair was looking over the battle field on a hill watching everything. Yes, he was late, and he can tell by the bodies between seasons that he should of been there. In all honesty, he didn't expect the Leader of Winter to have frost giants to support her. He underestimated her, and people were suffering for it. He bit his lip slightly watching his knights, and champion charge onward. Looking back at his reinforcements, he smiled slightly knowing that he shouldn't be discouraged since it would lower the morale of his warriors.

Taking out his harp, he played one of his famous chords called the hymn of war. As the tune increased in volume, the closest warriors weapons began to spark into flames that didn't burn any of them. With a grin, he took out one of his blades. "Alright! We're late to the battle, but that doesn't mean that it's over! Let's move!" He shouted as his reinforcements cheered on. The Lord of Summer was more of an analyzing man. Having seen what the enemy had in store from them, he took too long to figure out their attacks, but it would all be dust in the wind soon enough.

Looking over at his knights,and Champion joining the fray, he smirked slightly at Fenik's manners even on the battle field. Shaking his head slightly knowing of his Knight's more preferred form, he grabbed a bow, and a quiver of arrows from a near by cart before rushing down slashing the old allies away as he went before he presented his knight with a bow. "Considering your way of travel, you're not at fault." He said with a small smile. He made sure he had an extra bow for the knight for occasions like this. Since he doesn't see how one would be able to carry their weapons within that form. If he finds out how, the Lord of Summer would surely be impressed.

Once the knight took the bow, Zamir gave the two one more grin before looking ahead seeing the fallen allies of not only their division, but also the other seasons as well fighting their divisions. Placing his harp to his side, he took out his other blade, and charged into battle with them a flame. Seeing their soulless eyes, caused him to sigh at his own disappointment. They wouldn't be like this if he didn't show up sooner, but now that wasn't the time for that. As he fought the soldiers, once they weren't moving. He Incinerated them to prevent them from rising again. They deserve a proper rest, and he wasn't going to let Winter ruin that for them.

Maybe its hard when you feel like your broken and scared
Nothing feels right, but when your with me
I'll make you believe that i've got the key
So get in the car we can ride it wherever you want get inside it
and you want to steer, but i'm shifting gears
I'll take it from here

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Joluv Archer

TheSinOfWrath1313

[AquaSorceress]

Location: Serinola // Status: Gashes every were, and more to come. Also frozen by fear. // Company:The Spring Army, and a mob of corpses. // Thoughts : Why...Why break the rules of nature?! Why not the ice giants?! // Current Theme: F O O L - Afraid

Close your eyes, keep silent.
Think about the reason you were born.
Look inward to learn the truth.
You were born to develop your soul.

Starry sky healed their minds.
The blue sea wrapped them with a generous mind.
Yet, they make the same mistake many times.
Loosing their reasons like a beast.
The truth is, only one....

"As you sow so shall you reap."

Lauren bit her lip slightly as their fallen warriors were getting closer. Looking back at Iris, she nodded when the order was given out. As Jayce told them to be safe, she nodded. "You too..." She said before giving Iris one last glance. As she walked back towards her division, she paused. "Iris, I'll be sure to watch your back this time. Please be careful." She said before heading for her group that was already defending themselves, but not really fighting them.

Once she came over to her division, she held her hammer out as they looked at her with pleading eyes. "What should we do, commander!?" One said as all eyes slowly turned to her while they were fighting off not getting clawed or bitten by their former allies. Lauren hesitated staring at the whole situation getting a flash back of helping a band of merchants travel safely past bandit territory. It was her first mission as a commanding officer, and she never killed a human back then. So, when the bandits were attacking, and a similar situation happened, she just froze in place.

Hearing Iris's scream caused her to turn around towards the lady of spring, but only to see Jayce by her side already. A small smile crept upon her lips at this as the emotions of the scream swept through her whole being. To be honest, Lauren was a bit jealous of their bond. She was so out of the loop form Iris from so long, she's like a new recruit, and with Jayce....From the moment they met, she could tell he was a sincere man. It took a lot of her that day to not blush in front of the group as introductions were being held that day. Though, with Iris's actions towards Jayce, or when they talk about him, she knows all too well that she had a crush on him as well. Being an honorable friend means to not attempt to obtain their crush's affection. So, she's been fighting her feelings knowing that Iris's feelings were more mature than her own.

The scream luckily boosted her divisions' morale for her slightly so, her little spacing out was acceptable, until a corpse attacked her. Jumping to the side, she remembered the situation, and shook her head vigorously. "These are corpses! NOTHING ELSE! The spirits of your comrades are aiding Autumn's army in the after life. They can see everything, and do not wish for us to be taken aback by this rebellion of nature! Fight on to regain the balance of this world!" She said stealing a quote from Iris. Her division cheered once more as they worked together to fight the soldiers. With a nod, she charmed in as well using both hammer, and sword to fight off her new enemies.

Lauren wishes she can take her own words to heart though. Even if Iris's scream broke her out of those thoughts of her allies, killing human like enemies in general still haunts her mind. Ice Giants she could do, they weren't all that smart, and would die anyways to things unknown, but actual humans, or more intelligent beings were another story. With every slice, or smash of the hammer came an almost human groan. Trying to get the ones surrounding her, she slammed her hammer into the ground causing it to break around her, and crumble causing the corpses to fall, but rise once again with spikes skewed with them.

As the bodies fell from the sky, she walked on hearing some of the groans sounding like one question she was asking herself as well....'Why?' Gritting her teeth, she looked up once more to see five in front of her, but as she rose her hammer to begin again, they charged forward knowing of her slow swings. Dropping her hammer, she jumped back, but her exposed stomach was sliced by their claws causing her to cringe slightly. Summoning her hammer back to her using the earth inside of the tip, she watched as some jumped out of the way of it's tripping ability. Like they still knew how she fought, and tackled her to the ground. One roaring in her face with its soulless eyes.

With her pinned down like this, the others began to head closer to her. With the undead providing to buy time with her division, most didn't have time to try to free her from this. She could do so many things in this situation, but staring at the soulless eyes has caused her whole mind to stop, and reflect back on what she's done in the past. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt some corpses begin to claw at her body. Some weren't as deep as others, but her mind was too clouded to care, and voice too far gone to scream.

Swans sing before they die.
Their songs resound throughout the sky.
And I drop a rose petal down the sea of blood and tears.
I keep praying

Why do you feel nothing?
Why do you injure one another?
Why? Aggressive culture of despotism.
Why? You'll never win the cursed war!

"Do not you...hear god's voice?"

OutofChances: ~ ~ ~

Momoka Oka

ArchDukeIan

[Joluv Archer]

Location: On the Serinola battlefield with Zamir, Sanka, and the rest of the Summer troops.
Fenik's Current Form: Switching between Human and Phoenix.

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When Fenik heard the harp, it felt as if his heart had jumped into his throat with glee. His eyes watered slightly and a smile appeared across his face. He knew that harp, and he adored it's sound, as well as the gracious leader who played it.

When Zamir arrived, Fenik immediately fell to a knee, bowed his head, and greeted him. "My Liege! Your grace and strategy more than excuse your tardiness, for I know you would not enter the battlefield unprepared. It is always an honor." Looking up, he saw that Zamir had brought an extra bow just for him and Zamir presented it. Two tears streamed his cheeks, one from each eye, and Fenik graciously and respectfully accepted it with a large heartfelt smile across his face. "You never leave me disappointed, my Liege. I shall fight my best. I hope you find my latest strategies to your liking."

Fenik watched at Zamir drew his second blade and charged into battle. Such beautiful and perfectly wielded twin blades! Such symmetry! Fenik could be slain at that moment and die happy. That was not in his plan, though, so he couldn't let it happen.

Fenik threw the bow high into the air, then with a swoosh of flame, switched to Phoenix form. Fenik swooped up, grabbing the bow in his talons, and with a few powerful flaps gained altitude and upward momentum. Then another flash of fire and Fenik regained human form, still travelling upward with momentum and wielding the bow. Swiftly he drew the string as an arrow made of pure fire appeared already nocked. Fenik released, sending one fire arrow straight into the chest of an enemy that was toward the left of the battlefield. Upon impact, there was a localized yet intense explosion of fire that shred the decaying body to pieces and knocked several surrounding abominations to the ground. While the first arrow still flew, Fenik drew another and sent it toward the right side of the battlefield, hitting another zombie squarely.

Fenik's OCD was both a handicap and a blessing. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have spent hours, days, and years practicing archery to attain perfect aim and symmetrical hit patterns. He could recall the practice with mannequins. One arrow to the left shoulder, one to the right shoulder. One to the left knee, one to the right knee. One to the left eye socket, one to the right eye socket. With two mannequins, he could just alternate between them, sending arrows straight down the center of each. This may be one of the traits that earned him his Knight title.

Fenik continued to shoot left, right, left, right. When he began to fall too far and fast, he would transform again, gain altitude, and start over. If one side of the battlefield got thinner with foes, he repositioned such that he could keep shooting to his left and right, but hit the other side of the battlefield harder. If the front got thin, he would aim toward the back. With every shot he aimed not just to destroy, but also to make everything as even and symmetric as possible.

As the field evened out, Fenik felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and, in Phoenix form with bow in claw, came back down to the ground, regaining his human stature as he landed. Fenik had dealt a good deal of damage, and felt it necessary to take a small reprise before he got sweaty, a condition that he loathed about the human body. All this while, Shar had been working as well, burning up one foe after another, leaving behind ash, bone, and still-juicy limbs and heads. Fenik had told Shar to -properly- cremate them, yet the semi-insubordinate fire elemental was obviously failing to do so. This was forgivable, though, as the process can always be finished at a later time. Also, the most important task was being completed, in that the abominable act of necromancy was being thwarted and the bodies of the dead put to rest.

After a brief reprise, Fenik decided to take it a bit easier and find a high ground from which he could get a clear line of sight on the enemy. A boulder provided such a purpose, and Fenik took to re-engaging, firing his famous fire arrows left, then right, and so on as he wondered how many there were left.

[Rationing]

silver-phoenix_zaniyah

ArchDukeIan

I may be a murderer, but I was told to be.

╣ Axel Herdmann ╠

Bolt slashed as the armor and the vibrating sword cut through its thick plates. It was deep, however, and mended itself together. The champion waited as he looked his opponent in the eyes and guessed what he'd do next. It was critical in a fight when the other side wasn't armed with anything sharp or immediately lethal to figure out what his powers were; Axel had too many enemies in Winter to find out the abilities of each. A ball of electricity emerged from his stomach, expecting to generate some magnetism and pin his enemy's armor as he saw him move his hand back, which Axel thought was to cast a spell.

It turned out he was countering the wrong thing; the enemy thew a punch, and Axel knew where he was going. Smacked in the abs, it started bleeding again... but the man's armor was protective... it was heavy. The speed was slow, the inertia was great, and the pain was the same, but Axel knew that in a quick fight, especially a swordfight, someone wearing something of that weight would be invincible but almost useless against someone as quick and lightly armored as the Champion of Autumn because of how irreversible each of his strokes would be. Further, the man didn't cast a spell like Axel expected. He was caught off guard, his lightning ball dissipated as blood leaked out his abdomen again, but he was thankful that he was wrong. That meant his opponent had no useful magic, at least nothing he didn't think Axel's powers could counter. Effectively, the man was a heavy tank, but had no meaningful offensive capabilities to speak of. Axel could focus on his target without fear of dying from behind.

Pain throbbed through Axel's front and chest. He stumbled backwards, then recovered his grace by jumping. His eyes glowed again and he could see the pathways forming around them. Big blots of blue in the middle of the black darkness he was seeing; those were the lightning bolts. The signals running through their bodies showed humanoid webs in Dylan and himself, and because of the magical armor on the Knight, Axel could see only a floating head.

Raising his left hand, he saw the electric signals in his own body move. His heart rate increased and it felt like there was a rainstorm in his chest. The bleeding out the abdomen didn't stop, but now, he was making enough blood to stop it. He knew he looked monstrous now. He was still bleeding, he was going to bleed, but he was now just a sack that would forever leak blood to no end.

"Hi, Dylan." he said, not wanting to parley with the genocidal men who wasted words. His voice raspy from the heavier breaths he had to take. His body started charging up with currents and arks again, and he took four steps towards his real enemy before raising his left hand, but nothing came out of it this time. A lightning bolt struck him, generating a second large flash, stunning his vision and everyone else's. Axel tried to trigger his sense of currents for where Dylan was; the flash made him and the Knight invisible on the map, blotted out by a huge ball of blue. Dylan was a couple of small stars away from him in comparison, but what really gave it away was the throne; its insulation meant the residue and waves were going everywhere, but going around it.

This time, the bolts started from Axel, but they arced around in every direction and converged from the front and back of the chair.

[R T Muss]

Zeyada
The Ice Fox.
Water, Ice and Everything Nice
Devilishly Elvish

As he lay thinking, long slender fingers played with her raven colored hair. Sometime he wondered if she had not it purposefully, made him who he was now. Often he would look back on that night and think that it was her plan all along. The sudden departure when Zahara told them her good news, the hours of disappearance, the decimating the forest around his home, then taking him. What if it was all just a joke to her, one that others might find cruel but hat she would find humor in? Taking the twins and separating them by seasons, and the two seasons that hated each other the most, or so it seemed. Some days he truly believed that he was nothing more than a pawn to her. But he knew that his position as a knight hurt no one but him and his sister, so who was the joke really on. Them. Which made him question the friendship they have with Alyss before this war began. Did she know that Summer would come for his sister? He never got any answers for all of his questions, because he never asked. His content within his current situation made that possible.

She awoke, and he was greeted by her cold darkness, rather than the cool breeze he had been accustomed to that night. He smiled towards her, but received nothing more that a blank stare back. Oh well. Golden eyes watched as she rose from their bed of snow, leaving but an imprint of her figure beside him. He remained, watching her for a moment as stretched and regained her self once again. Eventually he got to his feel, replacing his clothing on his muscular frame, and did his own little stretch. A foot gently tapped the groups and moment later his weapon popped from the snow and into his hands. The whole catching the weapon out of the air was great, and looked dramatic and wonderful. But what if he missed? What if he got distracted, looked away and impaled someone he didn't mean to? At least this way the only thing getting impaled was his own foot. Though it only worked with an abundance of snow.

Before the words even left her mouth Zeyada knew it was time for them to go. He couldn't help but be a little excited, it had been some time since he was able to be on the battle field. His whole body tingled at the thought of being enthralled in combat once again. He watched as she made the battle for horrendous, far more difficult for the allied troops to bear. Zeyada knew not to help her, or support her, it would just break her focus and bring on some kind of rage. Instead he waited, anchoring his weapon in the ground, arms crossed over his chest. He walked behind her, his six foot three frame towering over hers as they headed for Serinola. At some point he realized that she looked far too tired to make the whole journey this way. "Nix, by the time we walk to Serinola all the fun will be over" he pouted looking at her with big golden orbs. There wasn't much she could be able to do about it, so that left Zeyada to find a way to speed up their travels.

"Hmm, He pondered for a moment before coming up with what he thought was a great idea. "Ah!" Starting with the mound of snow she created Zeyada pulled the soft white form from all around them flowing streams rushing towards him from every direction until they formed a block of snow about as tall as her and twice as long. He made quick work of the massive block, chipping away at it until it formed a grand chariot. Made in the form of images he had seen in books about a saint who brought gifts to children once a year. He thought it was ironic. Satisfied with his handy work he gently touched the newly created ride, ice began to creep over the sleigh creating a shell that would be easier for him to keep together as they moved. "My lady" he said with a slight bow, a tap of his foot and steps appeared for her to climb into her new ride.

Once she was situated launched himself from the ground and stood on the drivers seat. Zeyada shook his arms, warming them up, knowing that moving this mass he created wasn't going to be easy. One hand in front changed the snow on the ground to ice that the sleigh moved along, and the other moved in a more fluid motion to pull the sleigh along. He thought, that at least this way, what ever was causing Alyss strain would be easier to deal with and she could focus better. Though his actions were partially selfish, he wanted to get there as quickly as possible. Patience was a virtue, and Zeyada didn't have.


boy its cold here: on route to Serinola
another warm body?: Nix (Alyss)
my heart still beats: excited
idon't really need them: outfit
my brain isn't frozen yet: Oh the weather outside is frightful...
oh oddly cold:

Mizuky Tenshi

[R T Muss]

Zahara"King"Vepengeli
SummerFireLightning
TheRedLion




Zahara watched in disbelief as the bodies of those who had fallen during the day rose once again to fight, for the other side. Of all the things Winter had thrown at them, this was the most despicable in her eyes. Had she no respect for the souls of those who had departed and deserved a warriors rest? It appeared the answer to that question was a death rising, no. She could feel the fire burning inside her as each dead body rose from the ground. There was no way she could just stand by and leave the members of the allied forces to fight against their own. People they had ties with, loved and fought beside. Luckily for her Summer and his troops had not arrived yet, so she knew no one on the battle field. Their faces would mean nothing to her, and she could help them receive the peace that they deserved. She stood up on her ledge contemplating for a moment how she was going to get down there fast enough. With the winds and snow flying was a dangerous idea, and jet propulsion didn't give her the advantage she wanted. She was going to have to take a risk.

As she prepared a familiar sound filled her ears. A harp. That foolish harp that sounded far more like a soothing melody than a war anthem to her. At least it meant that Zamir had finally gotten off his a** and arrived at the battle. Perfect. Clasping the small ball of fire she had in her hand she leaded off the cliff in a dive, knowing that this stunt would end one of two ways. Painful or graceful. She watched as she approached the ground rather quickly, like a ton of bricks if you will. There was no turning back now, only one thing she could do to keep herself from a very painful landing. She allowed the fire she had within herself to expand and engulf her form in blazing blue flames. And just as she seemed like she would hit the ground she changed course, keeping the speed as she blazed through the battle knocking over a few of the re born allies as she did. It was a good thing she kept the ball of fire she was playing with. In this form her ability to expel fire from herself was limited and with very few outside sources here, she needed it.

She took to the skies again, as high as she could before the winds and snow became too much for her to deal with. Once again she came around over the battle field, using the ball of fire in her right hand she shot flames at those who should not be walking. Lighting them on fire, sending them to their final rest. She wasn't as sympathetic as her leader and comrades, she saw them as already being dead, and didn't feel the need to kill them again before engulfing their bodies in flames. As she fought she finally found Zamir on the battle field "Did you forget about the war today?" she asked, sarcasm oozing from her lips "Or were you too busy primping yourself to be here on time?" Hovering above her leader she shot daggers of fire at those who charged towards them, piercing through undead hearts.The little ball of fire she had in her hand ran out of flame and left her with no weapon. As her flames subsided Zahara landed back on the ground. Unclipping her weapon from her back she found herself enthralled in battle with one of the fallen. She saw its mouth moving, but wasn't sure. Was it speaking to her? Oh God.


don't get too close, I'll burn you (with): zamir and others fighting
the fire inside says(thoughts): thank heavens for flame retardant clothing...
i didn't meant to set fire to (location): the battlefield
thank goodness for flame retardant (wearing): outfit
oh oddly combustible:

[silver-phoenix_zaniyah]

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Location: On the battlefield in Serinola
Action: Engaging Axel with Bryson
Weather: Some kind of freak lightning storm.

To be honest Dylan sort of wanted to be in the fight. He didn't get to fight as often as he liked. The reason for that was a combination of two things. The first was that Dylan wasn't much for sheer and untamed violence. He didn't like it and tended to avoid it if there was a chance to. The second reason was because of Alyss. Dylan wasn't sure why but the Mistress of Winter was awfully protective over him. Sure she let him do his own thing, but she would rather he stay by her side. However she couldn't do that, so instead she sent out her champion to deal with the upcoming war. Dylan still wasn't sure why Alyss was like this around him. She treated her knights warmly too, but it wasn't the same way the she treated him. It was more motherly, when she wasn't out of her mind. He had yet to figure out an answer for that. He never questioned it either, because he could still go out and play with others. He liked playing with others, but needless death was pointless. He didn't condone that. That made him less bloodthirsty than many of his fellow men and enemies. That wasn't to say that Dylan hadn't killed. Oh no, he had killed many times. Their blood was on his hands. However it was for the greater good and it was to help Alyss accomplish her dream. Still this battle, the one between Bryson and Axel, well he wanted to be the one battling Axel. The little punk called him out and Dylan wanted to teach him a lesson. Was it right for someone as young as him to be on the battlefield? To feel so cold and callous to others? Was it even right that he should be engaging war at fifteen? It probably wasn't but Alyss chose him. He was her champion and he his job to make sure her dreams come true.

Still he was bored. He wanted to fight but it seemed like Bryson was taking all the fun. He watched as the older male punched Axel right in the abdomen. Instantly he noticed the other boy's face start to pale. It seemed like he had reopened his wounds. He could see blood falling from the autumn champion. He glanced towards Bryson and frowned softly. Something was wrong with the other knight. He sighed softly. Did Bryson get lost in his rage again? Well that wasn't good. That meant he probably wasn't safe here. He slid off the ice chair and moved to walk over to them. He wore an annoyed expression on his face. "I really think you should give up Axel. You will die if you don't get your wounds tended too. I rather battle someone who is at their full strength and now badly injured like you are." Despite being the champion of winter, Dylan did have a sense of honor. He enjoyed battling an opponent who was at full strength. It makes victory taste even better. He never felt the same after defeating an opponent who was weakened. Besides he didn't want Bryson to kill the other champion, which he was most likely going to do since rage was currently clouding his mind.

Dylan covered his eyes as a bright flash blinded his vision. He blinked confused, trying to clear the brightness from his eyes. It wasn't working out so well. Eventually his vision cleared. He glanced over to where his ice chair was. He frowned softly. It was a smothering mess. It was a good thing that he had moved when he did. He glanced back towards Axel and walked over to the two fighters. He starred at Bryson. "You honestly need to calm down Bryson" He huffed softly. Although he knew that his words would probably be wasted. When Bryson got like this, there was no way to snap him out of him. He turned away from his knight and back towards Axel. "You should get out of here Axel. Unless you want to die. He will kill you and you're in no condition to be keep fighting. I rather fight you when you're one hundred percent and not looking like you are about to collapse. I maybe be the mistress's champion, but I at least have honor. So I'm telling you to leave or else." His tone took on icy undercurrents. Dylan didn't want to fight Axel like this, but the other champion might be too stubborn to realize he was going to die.

[Rationing]

silver-phoenix_zaniyah

ArchDukeIan

I may be a murderer, but I was told to be.

╣ Axel Herdmann ╠

When the light cleared, Axel saw that Dylan got out of his chair. He sighed. His abs still throbbed, but he'd been hurt worse. He clenched his left fist and the electricity in the place of the chair gathered into a ball instead of dissipating.

This was curious. He'd never fought a winter champion before, and from what he heard, they were duplicitous. This one seemed to want to play, and talked too much. He laughed when Dylan talked about how the Knight was going to kill him. The man was virtually invincible, but if he had to punch, then that indicated there was no way he could bring down a man with any sort of agility since his magic wasn't lethal.

"Him? He has no offensive abilities to speak of. Use him as a shield." Axel advised, not that Dylan, who was known for his brains, and the rest of Winter's commanders couldn't already tell.

"You should be a little more on guard." Axel said, lifting and opening his left hand again in Dylan's direction. The elctric ball formed a wave that zapped in his direction. Just before it hit the all-too-calm Winter Champion's back, however, it arced around him, creating another wave of blinding light, and collected in Axel's hand.

Exhaling deeply and taking some steps away from the armored man, Axel put the ball of electricity over his wound, and it started attacking it with periodic arcs of current. Accessing his map of his signals, Axel changed the arrangements he was sending to his muscles and arteries, and the bleeding stopped, then the wound burned shut. Inhaling and straightening his back, he could now breath and talk normally as his heart had no need to be at that higher level of work.

"I think you're crazy, and not just for trying to talk this much. Are we at tea time now?" he said, his voice deep and smooth again, losing its hoarseness.

The lightning ball dissipated again, then reformed as a cage in the shape of a man-sized tea cup to Axel's right. He stared at it, raised and eyebrow, and prodded it with Bolt to round out the edges.

"There's no way I'll be back at a hundred percent. Back then, I won every tournament in Autumn for three years. I've hurt and had to repair myself too much, my muscles and nerves just don't work the same any more."

It was sad, but his tone was calm and accepting. He held up his left hand, took off his glove, and looked at it. It was shaking like he was eighty years old, and from memory, he had so many recollections of it happening in warm castle halls that he knew it wasn't just from the cold.

"Still, there's no way a man weighing two hundred fifty pounds in his armor has the agility to beat someone who still wins a quarter of his tourneys. You, though, you have some damaging magic, yes? Just want to talk over tea instead, hmm?"

Axel took some more steps towards him and put his glove back on.

"Then let me ask a question... why did you attack all of us at the same time when Winter was strong enough to easily beat each of us in succession? Also, why don't you fight in the battles? Seems a bit unfair if you're supposed to duel and every one of the other champions is covered in blood and wounds when they get to you, oui mon petit?"

Explore new territory, even if it doesn't make sense to you, because it makes sense to everyone else, Lord Molgar, Axel's mentor once said. If these Winters were so intent on talking, Axel guessed they could resume fighting when someone threw another blow.

[silver-phoenix_zaniyah]

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Location: On the battlefield in Serinola
Action: Engaging Axel with Bryson
Weather: Some kind of freak lightning storm.

Dylan glanced coldly at Axel. He sighed softly and ran a hand through his black hair. Before the lightning could hit him though, a wall of ice appeared behind him, blocking the lightning attack. It harmlessly bounced off, before going around Dylan and back to it's owner's hand. He placed his hands behind his head folded up and glanced at him. "That isn't my fault. You're the one that never wanted medical attention. You're the one that insisted in healing yourself. So now you have to face the consequences. I know everything I can about you Axel and everyone else. I know things you might not even know yourself. I observe and I form strategies that will benefit everyone in the long run." He chuckled softly. He held his arm out in front of Bryson. He didn't want the knight to purposely engage against Axel. This was his battle and if he wasn't careful than Bryson was going to flip out. He needed to be weary around the knight. The male was filled with rage and if he wasn't careful he would be caught up in the fight. When Bryson was like this, he couldn't tell who friend and foe was. Everyone was in danger, including himself. So he was being wary around the older male, as he focused his attention on Axel. The champion of autumn annoyed him, but he didn't exactly deserve to die in the fashion that Bryson was known for. Shaking his head, he sighed softly and focused his gaze at Axel. They did have unfinished business after all.

He refused to comment on the harsh remarks that Axel threw his way. He wasn't one to let taunts and insults get to him. This was mostly because his entire life he was bullied. So he was used to dealing with s**t other people threw at him. He had become callous to them and refused to let them bother him. He was better than that. He rolled his eyes, "I rather have tea time, than having a battle with a weakened champion like you Axel." He snapped at his comment of them talking considered tea time. How insulting. This was more than simple tea time. The other male just didn't care. He seemed dead set on dueling Dylan. He huffed softly. "Why are you so hell bent in challenging me to a duel? Seriously. Maybe you should help your own people. They are in a middle of a fight right now. I'm sure my mistress placed a nasty little surprise for them. She is known for that after all." He chuckled softly and glanced coldly at Axel. He wasn't going to let the older male rile him up. He was there for a reason and he didn't need to explain himself.

Although Axel did have a valid point. He smirked softly. "But I do have blood on my hands Axel. I'm killed plenty of people in the shadows of the night. Intel is just something I prefer after all. I maybe the champion of winter, but even I have things I like to do. Killing and needless violence are not one of them. I thought you knew me better than that Axel." He wasn't revealing anything. He wasn't going to tell him, that one of the few reasons why he was kept out of battles was because if Alyss' protective nature around him. How she didn't like him biting off too much he couldn't handle and all that jazz. He was allowed to fight, but usually they were convert missions. Missions that Dylan preferred. His favorite was gathering Intel though. Those were his favorite missions. He wasn't like the other champions. He was different and because of that difference, he tended to look at things from a different angle compared to everyone else.