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Blood Iben'la Ahad

Dark Avenger / Devils Eye Desert / Draconian / Student / Bloody Red Queen / Strength/Speed: 8/5 / Energy: 300/300
Hidden Blade (1) / Grapple Gauntlet (1) / Dagger (1) / Crossbow Bolts: 75/75 / Throwing Knives: 20/20 / Smoke Bombs: 10/10

--------------------------------------------"You think you can escape me.."-------------------------------------------

Krayth's eyes snapped to the side as Tombz threw Glacia back into her macabre prison, the Anima observing as Plague Soldiers began to pack in. They were running out of time here, but he would be sure to keep Glacia in her place... with the pull of his mind the shadows compressed inwards on Glacia, the barbs between her shoulders not melting away as the spines before. As the black closed in around her the window of open space between Glacia and the outside remained, albeit only large enough for he to speak and Tombz to crack her ribs with blows.

He turned from Liliana, Tombz and Glacia and advanced towards Blood. Beyruun ripped out from his hand into the frightening and unmistakable shape of a three foot bladed hook. Its misty white orb watched unblinking from the eye of the barb.

"Sephra is still here. She hasn't left."

His words were loud enough for the rest to hear as he sensed the Fallen's soul lingering nearby, somewhere in the palace. Sephra's presence propelled him forward, heaving exhaustion and fury.

"NOX'SALA!!"

He barreled hook first into the ranks of the Plague Troopers that had cut Blood off from from the others. The razor edge along the hook's back slashed low and hard into their numbers. The grace of his rampage was beyond that of an animal; his unearthly origin demonstrated in the bloody dance of his hatred. Beyruun began to howl into Krayth's mind with abandon, overcome by its lust for blood and hunger for souls.

"Come to me!"

Poison already flowed through his veins. It smoldered like a stoking flame in his veins, but it was familiar. The attack was enough to draw the mostly mindless troopers attention and take the pressure off of his protege.

Blood Iben'la Ahad

Dark Avenger / Devils Eye Desert / Draconian / Student / Bloody Red Queen / Strength/Speed: 8/5 / Energy: 300/300
Hidden Blade (1) / Grapple Gauntlet (1) / Dagger (1) / Crossbow Bolts: 75/75 / Throwing Knives: 20/20 / Smoke Bombs: 10/10

--------------------------------------------"You think you can escape me.."-------------------------------------------

The Troopers pressed on in full advance, weapons swinging and stabbing in front of them with mindless abandon. The Desert Lord was no barbarian. His strikes were concise and devastating, but the massing weapons nicked through his armor. His black blood dripped from the small wounds on his arms and back, but for every glancing blow the soldiers landed the Anima took a life. Overwhelmed by his exhaustion and fury all at once, the descended deeper into his darkness. Azur's lightless eyes and gutted belly burned in his mind.

Bellowing louder than the growing horde, Beyruun's next blow was more brutal than the last as its razor hook burst into the form of a long black bladed spear in midswing, edge curved and cocked back to compliment long unyielding strikes. Bodies split and severed at the weapon's sudden transformation, impaling one trooper who was then used as a barrier to put distance between Krayth and the soldiers charging to catch Blood as she rendezvous'd with him.

"Your next lesson begins now! DUCK!"

In the moments before Blood was finally at his side, KRayth's off hand parted from Beyruun and contorted upwards. His mouth snarled in violent speech that was a whispered shout, heard only by the dark and those ears attuned to the Black Speech.

"ছায়া আমার, আসা!"

Where there was once one army, there was now two. In the stark daylight, there were as many silhouettes as there were soldiers, and that legion of shadows charged up and through their casters, swarming around Krayth and Blood. With each shadow the darkness grew deeper, and so numerous were the shades that before they had all gathered a 50 foot half-sphere of impenetrable blackness surrounded them. Blood and Krayth were blind for all of a second as the tenebrae around them suddenly folded inwards, shaping into a single narrow plane that stretched out before them and across the width of the the Plague Troops' front.

"এবং তীক্ষ্ণ বধ!"

So dark was the slender horizon before them that none would be able to tell it had become solid, and so packed together were they that they would have no time to withdraw or scatter. The shadows had become a colossal blade, paper thin and denser than all that stood in its path. With a roar Krayth swiped his hand forward, and the wicked weapon exploded forward screaming through the air as it sliced through row upon row of Soldiers without resistance, neither slowing nor breaking. The ground was flooded with the spilled poison and gore of the fallen as the mob of monsters fell to pieces. Those that did not die right away would not last long, and only a score scattered at the fringe remained intact enough to fight. More might come, and quickly, but the odds had been leveled... at a cost.

Krayth stood panting, Beyruun's glaive-like structure biting into the ground as a crutch to keep him upright as he caught his breath.

"Liliana, Tombz. Her prison will not hold much longer! Take what you need and end her! Nox'Sala..."

The Anima looked to his ward, the raging fire of his eyes contradicting the total exhaustion that burdened his bleeding flesh.

"Mark one of those still living, quickly. Wait for their approach, and sharpen your cunning into a single strike. It is all you will need. Wait for the right moment, and when they are open strike directly into their core. The conviction of your Mark will wound them even further."

Krayth took one step back, hoisting Beyruun up in both hands and standing defensively. Sephra remained... and he had to endure until she was dead.