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"Mmm my boy, you sing the words that I want to hear, either we can do this the messy way, which ends in you both leaving this mortal coil, or I can let you both leave here alive. What do you say, friend, doesn't that sound better than death?"

Xevious had a sly grin on his face as he said this. His face was that an elderly teacher might don, they didn't want to see you hurt, but they would punish you if necessary. He stopped moving now, simply allowing the winged creature to remain in the air, halfway between Xevious and Alexander, watching Alexander carefully. If the boy moved, Xevious would kill the dragon, and then make his way over to Alexander.

The fog seemed to collect more and more now. The air was colder too, perhaps the night was drawing to its darkest, however the moon still hung in the sky like a watchful eye. Perhaps Alex could feel the tension building up, his last moments alive might very well be these ones, over the silence that build between them Tylas whimpered slightly in pain. As though the whimper prompted Xevious he spoke;

"So what do you say boy? If this little deal is about to happen I have to know you're not going to hurt me. Remove the weapons you have up your sleeves and come to me, and if you try to be sly with me I'll rain your little friend down upon both of us."

"I've been dealing with your kind for millenia boy, I've seen all the tricks you can play, and tonight I'm in no mood for magic."

Xevious moved his hands away from their positions on Tylas. The dragon's wing relaxed, but the infant remained pinned in the air. To think that the dragon was safe now would be foolish, while Xevious would have difficulty performing finer motions, he would have no trouble obliterating the little wyrm-kin in the air if Alexander didn't play nice.

"Now come boy, kneel."

Xevious opened his arms wide, in an accepting gesture. He looked at Alexander, and watched as presumably the boy would come towards him and kneel. Xevious got a certain amount of satisfaction from watching this happen. Finally he was beginning to take action, he would exterminate these filthy creatures one at a time. Thought should only be reserved for beings that are capable of using it properly. At the same time though, a small voice spoke in the back of Xevious' mind, telling him this was wrong, but years of imprisonment and madness quickly silenced that voice.

Footsteps -should- have been echoing down the halls for some time now, but for some reason they weren't. This was probably the reason they wouldn't sense her coming, unless they could smell her. Or if they could hear moving dust, which could be easily mistaken for ill wind or the shuffling of a spirit as it passed in this place.

"Damn kids..."

Yeah, about those. The Keep itself was rather devoid of them at the time. They normally would have kicked Xevious off the tower he showed up on, but someone had kinda asked them to hold off on dragging him to his doom and all the such, just to see how things played out between the two strangers.

"You speak in the manner of a second-rate ne'er-do-well."

Green, slitted eyes flashed in the misty ruin, followed by a black-hooded figure. There seriously wasn't anything to really see about her, since her cloak covered her entire body, save her face. Her countenance wore profound boredom, which somehow managed to make pronounced the dark lines coming down her cheeks, as if a single line of mascara had run on both sides.

"Don't get me wrong, you're both cute, but you could stand to brush up on your acting skills. Get off my property, and come back when you're able to say your lines w-w-w-without st-stuttering."

She looked between them, unblinking. As it was, Alexander could actually see her approach and emerge; it would be Xevious who'd have to turn around to see who was interrupting them.

Xevious could sense the beings coming far faster than Alexander would ever see them coming through the mist. His first thought was to kill the dragon immediately, however Alexander was defenseless, he supposed it would be better to see how this played out. He ignored the beings behind him at this point, and kept his body facing Alexander. Although, the moment he had sensed the pair behind him he had begun to charge up and collect more energy.

"Uh oh boy, bad news. Friends were never part of the agreement. Looks like I'm going to have to remove something from your whimpering friend up there unless you start sweet talking the pair behind us. I'm not leaving here without something. Now don't start getting any idea's here."

Xevious began to walk around and behind Alexander, placing him between the two newest people, and coincidentally placing himself between Alexander and his weapons. The dragon still hung in the air above them, if nothing else it could feel the tension, but perhaps that was because Xevious was pulling on it slightly in every direction, doing no damage, but the dragon would feel as though it was being pinched all over.

"And who my dear might you be? As I recall this building used to belong to Draeger, not some second rate magic user. Now, I never had the pleasure of meeting Draeger, but I don't suppose he'd be too impressed by someone else claiming his home. It's rude to interrupt people in the middle of business too, don't you know? If you don't want things to get very unpleasant for my little friend here."

Xevious tapped Alexander on the shoulder as he said this.

"I suggest you leave us in peace."

((If either party here happens to be non-human Xevious would be aware of this immediately.))

She couldn't possibly look like a naga; her entire body save her face was under shroud. That meant the lower portion of her body, either a pair of legs or a snake's lower sections, were too hidden. While her species or race wasn't likely to be confirmed without her letting it be confirmed (or Alex's heritage let him know such), Xevious's mojo would let him know that she wasn't human.

Technicalities would follow here, but since his ability apparently wasn't to discern what she was, but only see if she was human or not... there it was. Tall, dark, and necro could speak for himself. Or continue not to, that was fine too.

She looked between the two males, her expression picking up from boredom to a straight-faced stare. After a couple seconds of musing, she smiled as she started bobbing her head and shuffling her feet... they could hear this, as opposed to the couple's silent approach.

The one owning the dragon was at least polite, and got points for that. Of course, it was the 'bad guy,' the one trying to kill the poor dragon, that had to actually retort in an expected manner. It was to he that she replied to, in the sing-song tones of a song that matched the beat her shuffling.

"'You sing the words that I want to hear.' If you'll not leave," she said while raising her right hand and dismissively in his direction, "I'll sing with you."

And then she started hopping around like a kid hyped up on sugar, still humming the same song and waving her hand at him.

This behavior, of course, is why people found her so hard to be around.

Xevious watched as the magic user and the other being emerged from the temple. Judging from the blinding source of magic that was coming from the necromancer, it looked as though gloves were about to be thrown down, and the fists were about ready to fly. The time for possessing Alexander had come to an end, the boy would pay for being so foolish however. Xevious let off a quick and sharp pulse of energy around him, discharging what he had build up.

The effect would cause Alexander to be knocked forward and away, the ice shards to be knocked over and in all directions, most likely shattering on the ground or on the ruins that surrounded the pair, Alexander's weapons being thrown behind both Xevious and Alexander, before coming to an abrupt halt on the ruins that had shattered some of the ice nails, and Tylas would be thrown higher into the air, where he would free fall to the ground, and unless the dragon had some strong wings, or Alexander was very fast at catching him, he would suffer serious damage as he hit the ground, most likely breaking many bones and splitting the leather on his wings a few times. Nothing permanently damaging, but it was going to hurt nonetheless.

Xevious began to sidestep towards the BLANK and the necromancer, positioning himself between Alexander, and the group, but off to the side slightly. If Alexander and the group of two formed the diameter of a circle, Xevious would be somewhere on the edge of that circle. With his mind he reached out for his glaive, filling it with energy and preparing to bring it towards him. At the same time he put energy into his beads. He didn't much like the looks of this magic.

((Xevious would be able to sense what you are exactly, but as you're standing next to the necromancer, that impairs his ability to see.))

Wow, that was kinda bad, since that meant that he had nothing immediately to protect himself, right? Not that she was thinking about that... she was paying more attention to this.



She, by the way, was still dancing and singing like a mad girl until that moment, and mad-girl danced her way to the right, keeping Alexander out of her immediate line of sight. Her hand was still up, but instead of waving around, it flattened to the air, fingers sticking straight up with palm flush and facing Xevious.

She DID say her dancing stopped too, right? That event was marked with a low rumble, a small tremor that sent shockwaves forward as she firmly planted her foot. It wasn't enough to knock anyone off their feet though, not even the man who was slowing his dragon's fall. Just something to make them raise brows, you know?

Simultaneous with that stomp, a snap of her wrist made the bottom of her palm stick out. With that motion, the air around him became incredibly thin and sharp as a column of sound was thrust at him. And this sound was nothing so pleasing as the voice of the YOU DON'T KNOW MY SPECIES, but what sounded like an ear-bleedingly, skull-splittingly, heart-wrenchingly, loud and discordant chorus of ladies screaming bloody murder at the top of their lungs. The concussive force from the Treble Clef would be enough to push the man several, and we're talking maybe ten, feet back. Bonus points if he trips and falls down to his dooooom.

Also, he should be deaf with an incessant whining in his bleeding ears.

Alexander, who at this time was just getting around to actually telling his dragon to go away and by design just out of the way, would only hear a sigh. The necromancer would hear a breeze and naught else.

And still singing, she was already back to dancing in a much controlled side-to-side manner... no point in killing the music when the boss fight just started. Her every footstep came with rumbling of the ground beneath them.

140 BPM, if you have a metronome.

Xevious had to admit he was less than pleased with the colossal wall of sound heading in his direction. All he could do was raise his arms in front of him and send his own wave of energy out to meet the wave of sound. Of course, on such an off the cuff movement, there was no way he could match the power of the sound, but he did slow it's course. Xevious was only thrown backwards around five feet, and although his ears rung and stung, he was still capable of hearing, and would regain that sense shortly, although for a being that senses with their mind, hearing is of little importance.

Xevious was rather jarred by the blow which had knocked him down, but always one to be quick on his feet Xevious rolled backwards and over one shoulder, landing in a crouch, his face in the direction of the woman. Magic, Xevious hated magic, all he saw from the direction of the two was a blur, no features truely clarified, which was why he missed the three undead minions standing by their master. Not until they were a little ahead of him would he take notice of them. However, that didn't concern him much. Xevious began to fixate on the beads around his wrist, and in a second they sprung to life, flying out into a large circle, before plunging themselves into the ground around the group, forming a fifty foot circle around the group, with Xevious at it's center.

The group would be able to sense nothing of the circle, perhaps anyone who was casting would feel a slight lapse of concentration, as though they were sick or light headed, but would notice nothing until they tried to cast a spell. Xevious now fixated on his scythe, which was implanted in the top of a nearby pillar. With a quick mental tug, the scythe quickly traveled in the air towards the entity. A small whistling noise accompanied it's arrival as it spun around in the air, before finally coming to a rest in Xevious' hands. The being now let a snarl cross his features as he looked towards the songstress. It was her move now, and Xevious was ready.