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Hand came off but she didn’t seem too concerned about that seeing as a flash of light later and it was back, wiggling her fingers as if testing then. Ugh the limitations of physical bodies was cumbersome. But he made the mistake of getting to close and she seemingly plunged a hand into his chest, right through armor, flesh, muscle and bone up to the middle of her forearm where he would then feel the distinct and probably disturbing feeling of almost a thread like feel wrapping around his heart and squeezing. “That’s what he feels.” Her other hand grasped the arrow in her chest and pulled it out. Oh yes, so much stronger with the source nearby…but that’s what happened when you were a soul stealer on top of a doppelganger. “Come on out Ranger…you’re no more good here than he is.” That squeezing feeling getting a bit tighter before it seemed to move to his lungs some.

She stepped out from where she was arrow pulled back tight on her bow string, steps cautious as she watched what was happening between the two. It would do her no good hiding if it knew she was there anyway. But still she wasn’t trusting either of the two, despite how it looked Malik this false Piper’s enemy.

It was an alternating feeling between passing out and feeling…well it was almost like sinus pressure. But on a massive scale that wasn’t fun to experience at all. Things were muttled between everything that was trying to get into her head and everything she was trying to get out. Snatches of mental messages that she was trying to get out. “The crystals.” Shaking her head lightly and forcing herself to her feet, only staying because Sevilin had grabbed hold of her. “The plants not the creatures…” Starting to fade out again there.

His turn to slap her and he did, hard, not caring what she thought about it or how much it would hurt her, or the bruise that would be left behind on her stupid pale skin. Stupid surface elves. “Get up you!” Grabbing her by her shoulders and giving her a good shake, rousing her again as she seemed to either be in pain or some sort of mental trappings of some make. Truth be told he was feeling the same things, just to a less degree…Sevilin had never been one to recognize pain and discomfort in himself. Others around him did that for him. But a look over as a certain feeling flared up from Zahara’s direction that was obvious distress. She was close? A look back to Piper as she spoke in nonsense fashion…but it made sense to him. The plants around the place that the children found so strange. Well then…he was up and off like a shot, heading to where he felt his wife from. If someone had his form and was messing with her with it, well then that was going to have to put a stop to things.
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The elf could beat on him all day long and it wouldn’t matter. Sure he bled, but he didn’t feel anything and the smirk on his face probably pretty much said that. He bided his time a moment before all it took was a split second moment to draw his arm back and crack the elf in the jaw, knocking him off and subsequently grabbing the boy that lunged at him, pulling him forward only to jerk up his knee and catch the younger boy in the stomach, crumpling him to the ground with gasps for air. Standing up he spat blood to the floor and cracked his neck. Katana still in hand, he glanced at Mykorian before looking to Galesen…and deftly impaling the mixed elf’s leg with the katana in hand. Well, at least he knew the boy may not be going anywhere.
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He chuckled. My my you are demanding aren’t you. First souls, then sons…and it seems you changed your mind that you now indeed don’t want your daughter now? So fickle as well.” It was fun just to mess with her…then again that’s what her kind liked to do. “But sorry no, I can’t give back either…they’re useful in more than enough ways to be something to covet.” But his attention turned toward the hallway and he smirked…he’d be surprised if the other even made it within ten feet of the room. “Hmm…seems you’re not alone as you thought.”

He gave a snicker. “Good old brute force hm? That’s your favorite.” Thus weapons were turned against the crystal, sharp blades and concentrated blows easily soon enough cracking it clear down the middle, apparently stressing it too much as to make it crack further then shatter with a cloud of noxious gas. Falling back a moment he coughed and covered his eyes as they stung briefly, but a look up and Zahara wasn’t there anymore…but more of a shimmery little spectral of energy, doing flips in the air, pulsing from time to time.

Well of course she was demanding. He had her children and was threatening and laughing at her all the while. And she wasn't even going to get him to give up her son. "Useful how? Why take them when you have D'vinn's child already?" Not that she'd be trading or that she wanted them to keep D'vinn's son but she needed to understand what value her children were to them. "He's just a baby and can barely walk or talk by himself. Seems like an awful lot of work to take care for something like you." Glancing over and catching the feeling of Sevilin. Or was it from this Sevilin and he was trying to trick her? "I wont' fall for one of your schemes. Answer my question."

"Worked, didn't it?" Said as he was burying his face in his arm to keep from breathing or inhaling noxious fumes. Glancing up, he frowned at the energy and shook his head. "That's what we're dealing with? That's it?" What would happen if he poked it? Threw magic at it? "So...what now?"

She seemed as affected as him by his own attempts. These creatures were so predictable…gather to that point of power within the ranks and try to do away with it. She had taken her precautions against that and she could feel such things working right now. A laugh at him, “Ha, you still assume to know what type of being you speak of or how I work. But then a grin and that tightening feeling contracting further in his body. “Oh, but I am trying them on someone who can fight back. You want to know how to extract a soul properly other than those necromantic ways? You have to kill the body…ever so slowly…souls that perish in anguish and atrocity tend to linger rather than waft off.” Shaking her head. “You’d rather taunt me and try to rile me into your best advantage. Don’t you get it? I know what you’re going to do before you do it, I know how you act, I know what you’ll do. I know what one soul bond whispers to another even when unconsciously so. I know your workings just as well as your wife. Might as well be you wife herself.”

Okay she was at a bit of a loss here…obviously physical means weren’t going to get this thing. Slinging her bow across her back brought up a flare of magic and runics, enegy being pulled from the air enough to drop the temperature around them but rise it around her. Quick hand motions before a flare up around the two before her…if she couldn’t defeat something…well she knew how to make everything motionless for a time. Least she could do was keep anything from progressing.
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With hopefully the younger elf not getting up anytime soon, he could focus on the older one that seemed insistent even though it was quite clear that he wasn’t getting anywhere. Fine by him, he could go at this all day. A raise of a hand to let lightining strike it, seemingly absorbing the electrical blast easily enough with a smirk. Suddenly his attention seemed to go elsewhere. Uh oh, that wasn’t good. Ripping the katana from Mykorian’s leg, he gave a lunge at Galesen, catching him by his injured shoulder and with katana in hand, plunged it into his good one back against the wall so hard the blade split the slightly limestone like walling, Galesen’s feet just almost reaching the ground. “Enough from you…you don’t know when to quit.” Thusly trotting off out of the room and down the hall.

Mykorian was holding his leg, gritting his teeth in pain. Oh god, that hurt so badly. Forcing himself to his knees and then too his feet, he hopped on one leg over to the wall Galesen was pinned to and leaned on it a moment. Then he went about trying to pry the katana and thus Galesen off the wall. “I..I can’t get enough leverage…” Trying to put weight on his injured leg to get some, only to yelp in pain.
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He felt like he’d been punched in the gut and someone set a mountain on his chest as he got close enough. But he was used to such things…or at least more used to them than the average person and thus he pushed forward. By the time though he flung the door open on the little scene, he was breathing hard and body trembling somewhat…and look of trying not to pass out. “This game…ends now….you never mess….with my family…”

“Because we can’t all share one body and one name. That’s just not how it works. There are two working powers here in the underdark. The D’vinns and the Intharas…better to take both than one over the other.” A smirk though at her accusing before his attention turned to the other who had more or less joined the party. “And what are you going to do about it?” Gritting his teeth as a strange sensation overcame him and noted…was were those? Those things from that elf’s home…he hated those things. A look to Zykariel, nodding to him to keep hold on the boy and then a look to Faate. “See…what did I tell you.”

“It’s always something that hides behind the face of others that is the most threat but seemingly alone, it isn’t.” Reaching into one of his belt pouches, he pulled out a small glass jar, carefully trapping the swirling thing in it…it seemed to calm down and he raised it eye level to look. “Zykariel look at this!” Inside the jar, a little winged fairy like being, composed completely of that same energy.

She was stressing majorly by this point. Nothing was going well and it didn't look like she was going to get either of her children back not to mention the way Faate was acting... Glancing over as the door opened and she nearly passed out from the sheer shock of seeing two Sevilins standing there. Moment of truth would have to wait for she knew exactly which one was her husband. Racing over to him, she wrapped an arm around his waist and tried to get him to move back. "Sevilin! He's got a piece of your soul. You two can't be in the same place, it's too much energy on your body. Go back, now."

Faate glanced at the other Sevilin with a look of disgust. "Pretender and a poor one at that. My father would never be so weak. He's too strong to let something insignificant destroy him." That fire blazing in her eyes once again. "You mock him and for that you should pay!"

He was nudging the pieces of crystal with his boot, crunching it and testing it's strength and durability. Glancing over at his friend, he walked over and looked inside the jar. Taking it, he shook it to bounce the little fairy thing around. "That's it. That's what took our siblings and caused all this to happen?!" Yes, rather disgusted now. "I could squash it like the bug it is but somehow I don't think it would be that easy." Studying it. "Can you speak?"

“Not particularly. Sure you’re still turning her on these days? ” Glaring at him as he grabbed onto her, apparently looking to do something along the lines that she either wasn’t familiar with or thought she didn’t have to worry about. “You don’t need my flesh to breathe, I could strange the breathe from your lungs if I’d like. Simple as if I would your child.

Well now that that slight detour was out of his way, back to the main fun. Thusly he headed back to the main chamber…grinning as soon as he saw her, leaning against a wall and trying to keep her up. He didn’t bother playing the game with her, seeing as it was quite easy to see that she was already wise to it. She wouldn’t put up a fight anyway….but apparently he was wrong for the next thing he knew as he reached for her was that he had a dagger through his forarm and she was holding her other. “Oh come on now…do you have to make this hard?” Fine another approach…he’d just corral her into the open area the others shared by approaching her more and thus making her back up in defensive steps. Apparently though the mother in her kicked in because the moment she saw Dhairiss, she had turned to do something about it…and he grinned, grabbing her by the hair and smacking her back into himself, other hand grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand that held her dagger to her throat. “Ah ah ah, we can’t have that….” A look over to the other doppelganger. “Look, I caught the battery.”

It never got better did it? No, usually in this situations they always got worse. Case and point as they were joined by the two others. Which with an immediate flare of runes snagged them in the same holding net that the other two were in...much at the expense of a bloody nose on her part seeing as she had to use a lot to hold these things in place...it was almost like they were pushing against in a way. Yet letting up could mean a dagger through a throat or an induced heart attack of sorts it seemed for Malik's less obvious side. What was that blip about crytals again? There weren't any in the room that she could see. Seemed they were all at a stand still...until she gave out at least. Though she did look to her daughter at the mention of 'battery'...hm...could go risky. Another brief movement of a hand that seemed to start to slow her daughter's breathing. Master skills...that some masters still failed at.
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He seemed less than inclined to listen to his wife as she came to him, merely seemed to wrap an around her in return either for support or to make sure she was still there. He shouldn’t trust if it was her or not…but he doubted they would play elaborate games right now with him. The game was up and the secrets were out. Besides…no smart enemy gave away such a bit of information. “No wonder…I feel like hell…” But his eyes came to settle on his daughter whom apparently was less than believing, before they moved on to survery his copy and then his ‘sons’. Almost a family reunion here. Eyes settled back to Faate. “Strength can always be fleeting.” Trying to steady himself and center as much energy as possible…would not be good if that girl made an impromptu lesson of runics on him.

“Oh this is just lovely.” Reaching out and petting at the girl again, grinning even moreso as she showed just how much she was lost at the moment. “Yes dear, you’re right…those who mock need to be punished. Why don’t you have the honors dear…it’s you he seeks to hurt with his charade.” Like throwing raw meat to starving wild dogs.

He tapped on the glass, and the little thing seemed to just glare at them as if thinking nasty thoughts in it’s head. A little grin as his friend had taken it and shaken it up though, making the thing dizzy. “I don’t think it talks…let’s pocket it and get going…find someone else. Maybe our little bug is more useful than we think.”
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He merely watched as Galesen went about pulling himself all the wall, with none too much care. That was probably dangerous in Mykorian's opinion seeing as what else could happen from doing that. But he let Galesen do as he wished and let the elf help him out. "Says the one with his legs intact."

"Is that so."

A slight smirk, and a moment later, his skin had an ashen shade to it, and it lifted up about an inch off the ground.

"and I'm sure I do."

Before noting the capture of the 'battery'. so that's what they called thier 'host' type. So lets try a theory. and tried a big lifetap on her through touch. drain a good chunk of the life support energy of a flesh and blood body, and see what happens. Odds are she'd ignore it, or regenerate it...but a glance at his son..might that piss her off? maybe he could leech her, and send the stolen life energy to his son to restore him as well. maybe that would put a wrench in her plans.

before a try to his son...see if he coudl reach him from this distance.

Any plants you find..destroy them. use Ebony, unleash it's inner fire. the ice and storm within that blade should wreak havoc on a plant.

Fianna cringed...did he have to do that? Everytime he fought against her runic holdings to get himself an advantage by the slight counter runes that he knew, he more or less snapped her energy at her. Thusly a cough and spitting some blood to the floor to clear her mouth of it and resteel herself in her footing. They really were all in stalemate. A shake of her head and a ping to Malik. "Ignore what you feel from Piper...or fight against your bondings as best as you can. These things are opportunistic...we're going to feint then an opportunity." Thusly another shifting of fingers...it would take finesse to hold one's life on the edge without losing...and hopefully Malik wouldn't go nuclear from it and start slaughtering everythign that was potential threat...it was not pretty when anyone reacted like that.

She merely raised an eyebrow at him and seemed quite amused by all his tricks. It was the grand thing really about beings such as themselves. Physical just didn't seem to bother them...well, it pissed them off because it was irritating if anything. But a frown as he was oddly quiet...he was up to something, she wasn't stupid...he had been talking too much before to shut his trap now. Something else was happening as well and she ventured a look over her shoulder to the one she was copying...why was she breathing like that. "You would do well not to strangle her...I can still use that."

"I'm not strangling her. Besides, I don't like to strangle...I like to slice throats. But I haven't done that either. See? She's all safe and sound. Maybe you're finally killing her..." A grin at that. "Trade you...she's slipping fast it seems. You'll want to get her the second she does."

She seemed to get the meaning and grinned, turning a look back to Malik. "Behind every great man, is a woman who influences all that he does. Or so I've heard...you're fun to play with, but not nearly as useful to me." Thusly a hard squeeze on heart and lungs to more or less knock the breath out of him and make him light headed for a moment, shoving him away in that brief moment and turning to her own Malik, grabbing her host of sorts as he pushed the elf her way. "Great thing about is creatures...we can jump bodies. She'll do until you're all out of the way and I can use more useful toddlers."

He moved to position as she was doing this, giving a grin at the mage and at his own double. Oh who to go after first?
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His daughter's words bounced right off, or appeared to...he was used to being called things less than that, it was no effect really. His chil doing it maybe a bit more so, but he wasn't in that mindset right now. He was focused. It was all a series of quick actions, accompanied by blood with each stroke of the master level rune he invoked on his own...yes the stress reaction was quick to come this time and vengeful because he was doing such things with a constant drain on his energy from this other that copied who he was...but not completely.

One stroke with blood running from his nose to start the chain, a second with blood leaking out from the corner of his mouth to stop the effects on his wife with the other and neutralizing the runics around her, a third stroke with blood seeping from delicate elongated ears to summon up his own rune target around his daughter, and a fourth stroke blinking blood out of his vision to finish the combo that steeled protection and healing to his wife, while isolating and suffrocating the energies within his daughter. But blood was no matter right now, thus another series of combos, not caring if he was going to make puddle of himself, runic roping others in the room, his false and real son. Now that was pain that was going to linger...but he set his sights on the other. "Are you trying to kill her? She's not ready for that level...."

He had his arms crossed, merely watching before sideglancing Faatallon as she looked at him as is hse expected him to do something. A few seconds they held each other's gazes before he looked awya back to the spectical of sorts before him. Wow, blood loss could do his job for him couldn't it? More plant food. "No not kill her...just letting her stretch her wings."
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"We'll mess with it later. Let's just navigate around here...try to keep your nose and mouth covered, just in case." Thusly storing the jar and breaking into a jog with his friend, blindly turning corners down hallways and guessing directions...and that's why they almost ran over Galesen and Mykorian. "Whoa, you two look like hell..." Then a blink as his telepathy lit up in his head, bringing through a crackling message from his father. He nodded to that air and turned his attention to his friend.

"We were right Zykariel! It's the huge crystal flower things! We already undid one...we have to find the rest in this place and destroy them all. And fast as we can." A point to Galesen and Myorkian. "You two got that, Galesen piggyback that boy so he doesn't slow you down and get moving to find those things. Don't split from each other. Zykariel you and me will stay together and get others...Easy enough to follow our noses. No one breathe too deeply." Well well...he did have the makings of a leader in him.

Mykorian and Galesen got pretty far for a three legged elf, it was like going a hacky sac race when he was a child but this time things were more serious. About ten minutes later the duo almost ran right into the two young boys who ran off eariler to go and do their own thing. Smirking he chuckled lightly and sighed. "Yeah well fighting a bloody damn 'nell can do that to you. Your father shouldn't be duplicated anymore Malikhai." A blink though as he stared at the boy before suddenly he went about talking to Zykariel about the crystal things that seem to grown around here. "What these crystal things are tied to these 'nells? No wonder why they are staying here then..."

Another blink as suddenly he was given his orders by the small blue elf and he nodded. "Alright fine we'll find them. Though I don't think you'll need to worry about us splitting up, there is no reason too." A small smile, needed to be optimsitc in this situation. A look to Mykorian and he nodded before turning around and kneeling down. He waited for a moment to adjust his shoulder then allowed the half elf to get on, his shoulder then screamed for awhile but he did his best to keep quiet until it subsided. Standing up he looked to the other elves and nodded. "Good luck on your end..." A pause as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a link stone. "Contact me with this when you're good, if they work in here with all these damn walls and whatnot." Grabbing Mykorian's leg again he nodded at both elves and took off. Well it seemed that Malikhai has been molded into a mini version of his father, the kid would surely be able to pick up the family name once he takes over one day. But right now Galesen needed to concentrate on carrying the half elf with him. Puasing to look down one way he looked at the boy for a moment. "Can you tell me which way to go? If these crystals are huge like they said then they must give off some kind of energy signature that can be sensed."