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*Sophus' dark cloak danced in the mild breeze over his unconscious, pale body. He lay scrunched up on his stomach, fingers locked, clawing into the gravel. His angelic, golden curls twitched over his face unabling to see his soft pale features.
The cloak now resonating a strange oily light seemed to grow snakily over the water Serpents corpse. A echoic tintinnabulated voice crypitcally haunted his soul.

I think youd better come see me for a while.....BOY.

As the chilling voice slowly died, Sophus' cloak had completely engulfed his body. Slowly, it constricted, cracking his physique under the immeasurable pressure, turning his bones to dust.
The wind softly whistled for a final time. Bard had vanished into the breeze leaving no trace of his existence behind.*

*the blade crackled furiously as Dagoth picked him up, but didnt actively sting him - it was in Take's best interests not to. Maybe he'd even be able to convince Dagoth to weild him against Syn... Nestling his way into Dagoth's thoughts, Take left Roans body to rest by itself while he took over part of Dagoths*

.: Actually, a friend of Roan's. And OLD friend. Someone she knew REAL well... :.

As he watched Azrael's reaction to the electricity, Corbin's eyes narrowed, and the white rings in them shrank to near simple dots in his eyes, singling out the second or so for analytical purposes.

.:There, see that?:.

. biggrin ont worry, we most certainly did. He avoided it:.

He then noticed how the blade seemingly fell apart in the wind and scattered all about the pair. His eyes however, revealed the nature of the suspicious cherry blossoms.

.:Get started Magra.:.

"Interesting technique. However."

Quickly, Magra twisted, and played with Corbin's blood, and activated the genes sampled through his recent spree of diablorie, favouring a discipline he had picked up during this binge. Fortitude. Corbin then, holding the staff just the same and his right arm limp, started to run at Az with conciderable speed, concidering it was un-aided thus far by any discipline nor any of his own skills.

As the petals closed in on Corbin, his skin seemed to turn dull, and even a sort of tanned color as a degree of roughness became noticable. He had activated Skin of rock which gave his flesh and muscles the toughness of such material.

The blossoms quickly whirled by him, however surely to Az's dissmay, they only left minor scratches on his body, though ripped apart sections of his clothing, save for the steel platings.

Rushing right through the storm of petals, the orb following him then split into two, one remaining the same colour, while the new one, born from a sort of miosis began to glow a vibrant emerald, this signifying the activation of Zeld's speed spell. His speed doubled at the last moment, and as he turned his whole body to slash with te enormous scythe horizontally, hoping to have gotten to Az before the pieces of his blade, he aimed to slash over his colar bone and the nase of his neck, however.

As he whipped his right hand back, the left side now forward, electricity snapped and crackled offensively from his talons and palm. He tried to follow up his slash, praying Az had ben put off balance and strike with a palm heel, aimed for his nose which would hit like a wrecking ball charged with a devistating voltage, his flesh still solid as stone.

Smirking, Corbin deliberatly dampened the effects of his skin of rock, and let the sword pass through his palm, giving a slight wince as the kissaki of te blade protruded from his forearm, just below the elbow.

As he however leaned in, his nose near brushing against Az's own, his head snapped back to show a manic expression, as his cheeks had torn apart, so his sharp, toothy grin could reach his ears, and he spoke loudly with this change.

"Pretty lights!"

His tongue, forked then shot out from his mouth like a striking viper, also under the effects of skin of rock giving it extra toughness. Aimed for the opposite eye to the one with the scar to remind him of Roan, it could leave a cut similiar.

With his talon like fingers wrapped tightly now about the hand guard (not even gonna try and spell the japanese name) his talons aimed to dig into Az's hand, and hold him there, as Fortitude and Magra combined quickly healed his arm around the blade holding it in a vice of bone and muscle.

The voltage he had crackling around his hand then passed through the sword, and almost immediately, the second orb changed from green, to yellow/red and doubled up the voltage, having already been enough to fry a mortal's insides. The double up however caused the metal of the blade to glow with a brilliant light, and Corbin's left hand dropped the scythe, as the spiral markings writhed, and blotched to completely coat his arm from finger tips to elbow, and formed a cone shaped lance.

His plan was, to take the minor physical damage of the blade, in exhange for a grip on both the conducter, and Az, which he would have to cause himself conciderable harm in order to escape, with Corbin's taons drilled through the hand and gripping it, forcing the voltage through him. He would then aim the lance to pierce the center of Az's chest and rip through his heart, pulling it out through his back.

This all is of course, riding on whether he gets his grip in the first place, and the rest goes according to plan. If he could get this much of a dominant hold on his brother, the fight would be over, even if the destruction of his heart, the traditional weakness of a cainite didn't put him into an indefinate sleep.

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Oh wow your on, wasn't expecting that. xP Sorry I edited a tad just after the comment in my last post. Extra drama! ninja

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sweatdrop Its a bad habbit of mine. ^^;;

I try to atleast limit it to as much as can be performed at once. For example he used both hands with an attack each, which would occur within seconds of eachother. I try not to be like the fools that charge up some death move, fire it, then do it three more times in one post. ^^;;

Eyes widening, he quickly bit down on his own tongue, tearing the muscle to shreds without even a gnaw or chew. Pullin his head away, he felt the blade inside his arm shattered, and suppressed a cry in result of the physical pain within.

However due to th rock hard skin covering him, the shards couldn't escape, and were left to turn the matter within into pulp. Shutting his righ eye tightly, he was forced to let go of his brother, due to the destruction of his right arm muscles, and so the most daage his lance could do was slice a section from Az's shoulder.

Immediately, Corbin leapt several meters backwards, his righ arm hanging limp as he endured the pain, so as to keep the portions of Az's sword within, and away from him.

"I have to say, not bad."

Repairing his cheeks, he then spat out a large mouth full of blood, before letting the tongue roll out from his mouth. The length it extended to was surprising, as it dangled with an already healed severed end around his belt buckle.


"My entire body is a weapon. Literally."