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 Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 2:44 am
 Dameon knocked the blast away with his own making both crash into the floor in front of him as he rushed at Lucian once more slashing wildly with both swords at the man's torso and head seemingly desperate to make a hit but Dameon was not. He was trying to corral the mad king into his rune on the ground. The curse of sickness while one of Dameon's more powerful curses would only hinder Lucian until he negated the power but it would provide an opening and perhaps, if fate favored Dameon, even rot away a leg or an arm but Dameon wasn't banking on it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 10:18 am
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Lucian rushed forward as well dragging his sword along the ground. When he came close to Dameon he slid backwards into the rune to avoid the strike, but his sword was still dragging on the ground, and it cut a line through the rune rendering it useless. That was the trouble with runes, they had to be precise. That was why Lucian had made his runes on the hardest metal he could find. They would not chip or break easily. Once Lucian had avoided Dameon's strikes he swung his sword upwards in a lightning fast arc that would cut Dameon in hand from left hip to right shoulder if it connected.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"If you think this has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 9:31 pm
Nora turned away from Eleven and the body of Ten. She had to find someone who was worth saving in her heart. Eleven was now distracted by the death of his mother, and Nora knew killing lucian was the only thing upon his heart. She was of no use in this battle, and so she had another obligation she could be of use from.
Turning to Eleven one last time, she didn't smile like she normally did, but looked at the numbered being with sadness, as he had lost everyone he had ever loved. "Come find me--when the war is over." This was Nora's last and final request to Eleven. And with that she vanished.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 1:26 pm
Dameon cursed mentally as his rune was disrupted making it volatile and unstable as he had already begun to pour magic into it as soon as Lucian had entered. He barely managed to bring his left sword down to knock Lucian's attack away and made to cut Lucian from right shoulder to left hip with his other sword. and if that did not work he would activate the volatile rune making it release the magic it held in an explosive manner that would catch both Lucian and himself in the blast.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 6:02 pm
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Lucian sidestepped Dameon's strike but did not evade the exploding rune. When it hit the effect was immediate but not lasting. It had been volatile but overall unhindering, no rot set in and if their was any sickness Lucian did not show it. Instead he was back on the offensive within moments of the rune erupting. He delivered a volley of diagonal slashed downwards with his sword intending to cut Dameon into slivers. All this time Eleven crouched next to his mother slowly counting. He was only counting so slowly that he was only at 3.4567654324 and yes he was counting every decimal.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"If you think this has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 11:55 pm
Dameon frowned at the weak explosion caused by the rune as he had been expecting far greater but his thought was cut short as he was put on the defensive blocking, dodging and parrying Lucian's sword strikes. "You can't win, Lucian! Let me kill you and maybe you will see your wife before you rot in hell." Dameon snarled as he kicked out to push Lucian away to change the pace of the fight. Dameon knew he couldn't actually best the mad king without assistance but he could hold out long enough and keep him busy until Eleven found a way to defeat the older warrior. He had to or the world would be lost. He was the only thing currently standing in Lucian's way giving the boy the time he needed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 5:53 pm
“Go—“ Ten’s voice echoed throughout the room, but only to the one whom she let it. Her son.
Her transparent figure placed her hand on her son’s shoulder as he sat beside her body. “Leave me. Leave my body as it will disappear soon—Go, you are the only one who can finish him off.” Ten smiled as she looked down at her son. “You have done great things in this world, and you will continue to do even greater. Your father and I will be here, beside you through it all.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 6:52 pm
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"Shhh. I am counting." Eleven mumbled to the voice that sounded far to much like his mother. He was trying to count and kept getting interrupted. First his mother died and now she was in his head. Too many damn voices. the dead had nothing to do but talk and Eleven could hear them all. It gave him great skill and great reaction time but it also distracted half of his focus the entire time. So he began to count again, having had his thoughts interrupted by his mother's voice. Even in death she wouldn't leave him alone and he wasn't entirely upset by it right now. He was just focused on everything but the fact she was gone. One unsettling thought did distract Eleven for only a moment. He could hear Ten, but Nine had gone silent.
Lucian bounded backwards in response to Dameon's kick but he was back upon the man not long after. the kick hadn't really been damaging but it had given both men a slight moment to regroup before Lucian leapt forward and resumed his rapid assault. Lucian had far more training and experience in these kinds of battles, close and fast. Dameon would not be able to hold out forever but Lucian was not relying on his his skill or speed at the moment. He was certainly using it, but he was focusing on Dameon's energy. He would being to drain it soon but he needed enough time to zero in on the specific currents that kept the man alive. That was what he was doing, that was why he kept getting close. "You underestimate my power. Run back to your loved ones before you can no longer run."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"If you think this has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention."
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 8:18 pm
Dameon scoffed as he locked blades with Lucian letting his blue eyes bore into Lucian's. "Never once have I under estimated you. I know this battle is not in my favor but I fight because it is the only thing I can do. It's the only thing I'm good at. Death means nothing to me. If you manage to kill me then you kill me, but I won't be beaten so easily." Dameon would have grinned like a mad man if he could have as both of his swords lit up with black energy that shot out to try and cut into Lucian's body or at least push him away. After the first burst of dark magic Dameon let off several more not caring if Lucian nullified them as he hoped around the room letting the blasts off wildly. Lucian wanted to fight close? Well Dameon would make the mad king work for that fight.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 9:42 pm
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Lucian bounded backwards at the first blast to avoid it before he realized he had nothing to fear. No powers could harm him, he could absorb them, he could gain strength through them and so he stopped running. That was the reason that Eleven always attacked Lucian physically it was the only way to truly harm the mad king and he had the advantage up close. Lucian reached out his hand towards the black energy that Dameon sent towards him in various blasts and when the blasts hit him they blended down into Lucian's body and transformed into his own power. Lucian wasn't nullifying the blasts, he was using the power they had to strengthen himself. The mad king made no offensive move towards Dameon, he didn't need to. Dameon was doing little other than strengthening Lucian. With each blast Lucian's odds of victory grew. With each blast Dameon's survival became less and less likely.
Eleven stood from his crouching position as he watched Lucian absorb the blasts. Dameon should have known. The primary set of Lucian's powers related to manipulating the strengths of others. Lucian could mimic, nullify, absorb, enhance, or weaken the powers of any adversary among his many other abilities. However Eleven understood why Dameon was trying to maintain distance. Lucian was trying to leech Dameon's power and while the blasts were an effective source to leech from, they were not tied to Dameon's life. Both Eleven and Lucian knew Dameon was only stalling so that Eleven could prepare for a final strike and Eleven was almost ready. He just needed one thing, one opening that would cement his move. However a sacrifice would be made to achieve that opening.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"If you think this has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 1:48 am
"I wonder what happens if you absorb to much magic. Will you pop like a balloon with too much air? I mean that magic has to go somewhere." Dameon spoke as he slowed down his magic attacks. "Are you going to use my magic against me?" By now he had stopped attacking with magic and stood idle as if begging Lucian to attack.
"Or are you so weak and desperate for power that you need another's power? The mighty Lucian reduced to a pathetic state as this held back by little ol' me? Is this why your wife was killed? Were you not strong enough on your own to save her? Pathetic. You. Are. Pathetic. I almost pity you. You will never see your wife's face again while I have been blessed enough to see mine. It must make you envious to see me have what you will never have again. It must make you want to end me here and now doesn't it? But you can't. Because a weak willed man like yourself lacks the conviction to even save his own wife." Dameon knew he was poking, no he was out right beating on a sleeping dragon. He wanted Lucian to attack him in a blind rage and to further push him, Dameon held out his arms as if her were being crucified as his weapons faded into black mist.
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 4:19 pm
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"Oh it goes somewhere. It all goes somewhere that only I can reach it. I need not use your powers against you, none of the power I am taking from the dead and from you is going to be used for you. I have another purpose for it." Lucian spoke in a calm tone. Nothing Dameon said seemed to phase him. It would have if it had been said five years ago but now, now the words meant nothing. The key to his calm was that deep down, Lucian didn't care about any of it anymore. He saw nothing ahead except for the end. The end of it all.
"You boast and you brag trying to provoke me but I see through your words. You are nothing more than an insect crying out in hopelessness. Crying out in hope that I won't butcher your son and your wife. However when I kill her, the woman you love I will make it slow. Slow and tormenting. She will know true agony and your son will know true despair, only then will I allow them to die. Be fortunate I will not make your death last as long." Lucian said as he swung his sword across the ground slightly. When he did a small burst of lightning darted forwards at Dameon. Nothing serious just enough to provoke. Dameon had one option, close quarters, it was the only way to do any damage to Lucian and that was if Dameon would be able to hit him which was unlikely. However when he got close Lucian would be able to drain Dameon's life force. Eleven wasn't much help. He stood in place holding onto the sword he had pulled from Lucian.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"If you think this has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 4:59 pm
"Afraid I might hurt you if you get too close? Is that why you turned down such an opportune opening?" Dameon spoke calmly as he dodged to the side of Lucian's weak attack instead of letting it hit. It was unwise to allow attacks to needlessly hit you if you could avoid it especially when facing someone like Lucian. He brought his hands forth clasping his hands around a pole that slowly formed in the air until it revealed a large scythe with a chain hanging from it's base. "Using my tactics against me? Is there nothing you don't mimic?" he asked as he positioned the scythe by his side, poised to strike from down low with its menacing arced blade. Though he didn't show it Dameon was deeply angered by Lucian's words but he knew better than to let his anger guide him and instead routed his anger to be more effective by making his attacks more brutal and savage. But he remained where he stood, he wanted Lucian to come to him to by his terms not Lucian's.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2015 5:45 pm
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"There is a difference between mimicking and improving. Everything you do is a second rate version of what I have done and will do. You will follow in my footsteps. First your wife will be taken, then your son. If not by me than by another. You will fail to protect them. Your curse will claim you and they will be left alone in the dark. That is when they will be taken from you for eternity." Lucian said as he twirled his blade slightly. He cast it forward and a shadow the mirrored Lucian's size and shape darted across the floor towards Dameon where it quickly grew into a 3-D version of the Mad King and lashed out rapidly with it's sword. Men used tactics that they knew would work because the tactic word work on them. That was why Lucian always mimicked his foe. He didn't give them something to draw off of and instead exposed their own weaknesses. that was also the problem with fighting Eleven. He always fought close up when facing Lucian because Eleven knew what Lucian was doing. You could only mimic close combat so much.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"If you think this has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 12:14 pm
Dameon stepped back as the projection advanced on him doing his best to avoid it's blade before he managed to get enough space to side step the figure completely before darting over to Lucian throwing his scythe at the mad king before he reached him, yanking on the chain to guide it to its target.
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