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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:42 am
Fyrin took a quick step back, but Helmsborough had Sabre held down.
Sabre emerged slightly, looking viciously at Helmsborough. "Let me go," he hissed, sliding about through the unlight. "I'll let the necromancer be for now, just let me go." Any winkling of trust he had in Helmsborough was gone; from now on, they were probably enemies.
Paul was still very unconcious.
Darius, however, was more than glad to back off, seeing as he already had. He dropped his deception and became the ten-foot giant again, marching over to Siber. "We must stop the fight?" he murmured, somewhat dissatisfied nonetheless. "Very well. You had better be right about this, though."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:56 am
Siber raised his eyebrows. That was almost too easy. Also, he still had his spear in his hands. He had completely forgotten about it and it looked like his dæmon had sawed off most of the blunt end. "Yeah, we're stopping the fight. Looks like it, anyway. Now, if we could just get our exchange, I assume we'll all just go along on our merry little ways and be done with it." He looked at Darius more closely. "And you're weird."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 9:08 am
"I'M weird?" Darius shot back. He didn't explain this. He felt no need to. After all, Siber was standing in the middle of the road, holding a much-shortened spear in one hand. Darius, on the other hand, was just black, ten foot tall, and had no head. This was his own decision; the beetle form he also preferred didn't quite do the trick at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 2:42 pm
Siber considered this for a moment. "Yes.
"But you have a point."
((Just so everyone knows, due to scheduling and time-constraint non-jazzery, I'm gonna use the end of this arc to slide Siber out of action. He is a college student, anyway; he has studies to get to, degrees to earn, moral codes to shatter. He was very busy pre-Legion.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 4:21 pm
"Mm, I suppose now would be a good time for your fellows to be returned, so I hope your biomancer is ready," Helmsborough said. "And Sabre, do you really expect me to believe you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:49 pm
Sabre swore violently. "Release me on the far side! You can watch me! I'll leave!" He flew as fast as he could towards the far end of the unlight pool and dashed himself against it, clawing at the dry ground beyond. "Let me go!" he screamed, and the sun darkened another notch.
"He'll go," Fyrin said suddenly. "Long enough that it won't be any of your concern when he returns. Believe it or not, the thing's got patience."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:04 pm
"Oh, I know he does. He waited here for hours and didn't say a word. Or move," Helmsborough agreed. "I might want to play with him a little longer, though. And really, why are you of all people arguing for his release?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:11 pm
"Because every moment you keep him here you draw more. Already there are three others coming, and they will multiply from that faster than I'd like to think about. I can only fight two at a time, and only if one of them is not Sabre. In other words, keeping him here is breaking your agreement to cease hostilities." Fyrin explained this all very quickly. Clearly he felt they were pressed for time.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:34 pm
"Ooh, more playmates? You guys get going once they're released, I want to see what arri... arrive... aarrrrghghhhhhh!" Chains exploded from his back into the wall, forming a portal to Next Door between them. Bloody and red-coated, Linda and Joshua were thrown from the portal by something that appeared to be nothing more than a ball of tentacles.
A moment later, it dawned on those present that the returned prisoners were both skinless and unconscious. The chains retracted and his channeling toned down a level. Renard was already moving towards them to replace their skin.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:46 pm
In this terrible moment of distraction, Helmsborough suffered from four entirely different attacks.
Without the focus on him, Sabre pulled himself together, phased his arm into the soul plane, and struck out at Helmsborough.
Simultaneously, three other Shadows, bursting from various little corners of the air, assaulted Helmsborough almost identically. The only place they would cross would be at the tips of their claws, even if he moved; they had planned this together, somehow, and were ready for this.
The odd thing, though, was that throughout his screaming fit, Sabre's grin had stayed right where it was. It had not faltered, it had not disappeared. He almost seemed to be having fun.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 6:55 pm
Helmsborough snapped his sword around, severing every limb attacking him while the last chains slithered up his back and the hole sealed.
"You Necromantic Shadows are just a bunch of kids," Helmsborough said with a grin. "You're outclassed. But if you want to dance, then dance we shall!" He blasted magic downwards to launch himself up and the pond of unlight formed a simple perimeter that spat any Shadow attempting to escape back into the 'ring' Helmsborough had made.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:03 pm
Fyrin shook his head. His action was very ill-explained, as he... well, didn't explain it, and there were quite a few possibilities. "Sabre, he's right, you know. I could barely handle a dragon, and you're fighting the Avatar. You'll be destroyed. Give it up! You know what I'll do to you, I'll release you! But he won't, Sabre. Your soul, think of what he'll do to it." His words were emphatic, but surprisingly level.
"Shut up!" Sabre screamed through his smile. "I can handle this! He can't!" He glanced at another of the Shadows. A wordless consensus was reached between them. All four Shadows drew together, turned into a brief whirlwind of darkness, and when they drew apart, left Helmsborough's wife, at least as far as he could see, on her hands and knees on the ground. Pleadingly, she looked to him and held out a hand, but Sabre cut it off with a claw. Next his hand (the left one, although the right one had regrown) phased and slammed through her back into the ground. She screamed, but it was not any ordinary scream; it was the scream of one whose soul has been wounded. It touched the hearts of everyone concious enough to hear it, giving pain greater than anything physical possibly could, and only from a vague understanding of the pain. (Paul merely dreamt of someone kicking puppies off a cliff, and he cried in his sleep.) One of the Shadows twitched rather violently and more or less dropped into a liquidy pile of slop, leading anyone logical to the conclusion that he was responsible for the injured soul, but it made no difference. The effect was made. Sabre grinned up at Helmsborough with an odd sort of passion, daring Helmsborough to react.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:27 pm
((Er... I'm not sure who's doing what there.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:31 pm
((Shadow splits himself in two. Creates clone of Arleen. Sabre hurts Arleen, very badly. Arleen screams.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:39 pm
((Ah, I see.))
Theoretically, there may have been a chance of the Necromantic Shadows surviving their confrontation with Helmsborough. This chance lasted until they brought her into it.
Helmsborough, in approximately the amount of time it took for Sabre to grin at him, had traveled the entire distance between them and chopped both of Sabre's arms off. In the time it took Sabre to realize this, Helmsborough's blade thrust through his head. Electricity began to crackle around its hilt.
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