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Valkon shook his head. "This will just take time. I don't have it right now." He still held the sword as he watched the bishop and the others. "Careful, everyone. You don't understand what you are truly fighting."

He knew information but it was not something he could reveal. It would send panic through all of them but he was certain the bishop was not the root. He was the stem of the problem that had grown into view.

Forcing himself to his feet, he swayed for a moment as Touma still stood between them and the bishop. Not once had the ghostlings attention moved from the enemy. Valkon's lips twitched upwards.

The nightwhisper pulled his blades out finally as the bishop stared at him and then began laughing. A ball of shadow as forming in his fingers as he faced Touma. With little warning, he cast it out.

Touma vanished to reappear beside him. It was up to the others to move out of the direction of that ball of magic. HIs blades slashed quickly into the fabric of the bishop's sleeves. An eerie gray light began leaking from the spots. Not much but it was enough to get the legend's attention who swung at him in sudden fury. He missed because Touma was not there.

The nightwhisper vanished again to reappear back where he had been, between Valkon and the bishop. A faint curve to his lips went unseen behind his mask.

"I see... " the bishop growled. "He's brute force but you are speed." This could be bothersome if he could not hit the ghostling. Even small eventually he would wear down his power. He grasped his arm for a moment knowing the wound was minor. He would have to figure out a way to get rid of the smaller ghostlings.



(( OOC I think there will be one more major post from Valkon for the fight yet, so post as you can because the fight will be ending soon. ))

((This is now closed except to Gunsniper and Eftemie. The story will be finished off. ))

The guards had not followed him upwards, but that was no matter. Focusing, the bishop aimed for Touma or so it would look. They all seemed so concerned by the dragon's injury that perhaps it would keep them out of the way. And give him a chance to escape.

It took him mere seconds to do so, but a large ball of shadow formed in front of him. It was going to sting like crazy if any of them got hit with it. With a faint smirk on his face, the legend let go of it. The orb of darkness headed directly for Touma and as expected the nightwhisper vanished. But it was not only Touma that lay behind that path. Several of the younger ghostlings were in front of Valkon.

Valkon understood in a fraction of a second what was happening. He turned swiping the other ghostlings from the path of it as quickly as he could. There was no time to be gentle, but at least they were out of the way when the ball hit the dragon in the side. He went down on his knees roaring in pain, but whirled in fury as Touma prepared to slice into the bishop again.

Knowing what Touma would do, the larger ghostling had whirled to greet him, blocking the attack with a shield made of darkness. Touma's blades skittered across the surface as they made no mark on it. Or the bishop. Touma prepared to attack again, but his attention turned towards Valkon when he heard the roar. The bishop took advantage reaching out to slam a ball of darkness at Touma. The ghostling went flying across the area hitting the remains of a broken pillar.

Shaking his head, Touma tried to focus on what he was doing. He barely thought to disappear before a large ball of shadow took the remaining portion of pillar over the side of the building. Reappearing near Valkon, he scanned the damage done to him. The shadow had hurt and he was leaking light all over his side.

"Valkon, don't..." he called softly as the dragon's head turned towards the bishop. Fury lay in his eyes and Touma winced slightly.

Valkon moved quicker than one would expect for a creature so large. His claws lashed outwards, grasping the bishop and holding him. He would rip him to shreds. He still had the sword in one foot but it never occurred to him to use it, he was so angry. Touma was one of his and noone touched someone under his protection. The other ghostlings were fighting the bishop so they deserved his help, but Touma was different. Touma was a minion.

Ignoring the pain he was in, he began clawing at the bishop, connecting even though the legend was fighting back with all he had. Tendrils wrapped around Valkon trying to break and pull him apart. A dark glow began to cover the appendages and then Valkon. At first the legend did not understand what was happening. Then he did.

The darkness was syphoning off his energy. The bishop was smirking even though he had taken some injuries from the dragon's claws. The other legend was weakening and his own injuries were beginning to heal. Soon he would have none and the dragon would be done for.

Touma blinked as Valkon grappled with the bishop. For a moment he was confused by what the bishop thought he was doing. Then it dawned on him the way a spring day opens with light from a warm sun. He was draining Valkon and would continue entirely. He moved as quickly as he could, lashing out at the tendrils wrapped around Valkon. Several slices to each one as he moved to prevent it from wrapping back around when he moved to the next one.

The bishop howled in pain as he slowly began letting go of Valkon. He tried to wrap again but the nightwhisper's cuts prevented that from working. In fury, he lashed out at Touma who darted away and beneath each action. Valkon was finally free and lashed out shoving the bishop away from him. Staggering a step backwards, he sat down hard. Suddenly he was not a dragon any longer. He was himself sitting there. There was still some energy left in him but not enough to hold the dragon unless some of this healed.

Glancing towards the younger ghostlings, he saw they had backed away understanding that there was nothing they could do. Hopefully all the foolish people seeking shelter here had gone by now also.

"Careful, Touma.." he said as he got to his feet again. His shapes were all he had to fight with, but then he noted he still had the sword. It would do him little good. It would not unlock for him, but if worse came to worse, he would try to use it again.

Seska frowned from where she watched. She and Juska might have to intervene and help with what power they had. Valkon had worn the bishop down, but with the blade remaining unlocked, there was not enough power in any of them to stop the bishop. So perhaps what they suspected was indeed true. Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she surveyed the fighting. Touma might be a younger ghostling, but his skills were fast. He made a good minion for Valkon and Chronos. What they lacked, he had.

Valkon looked relieved when Chronos appeared. Not that he would relax entirely until the bishop was stopped, but at least help had arrived. And someone who could finish taking the power crazed legend down. He still remained between the bishop and the younger ghostlings who were watching in silence. Strange how in the beginning they had tried to attack him for doing this. Now they could clearly understand and see the reasoning behind his actions. Not that it mattered one way or the other.

"Chronos, about time." he said softly. A slight wince followed though. His friend was going to tease him horribly for getting his rear handed to him. And Chronos would have to get him back to the castle. He did not even have enough power left to turn crow and fly back.

Touma was standing in front of Valkon once more when Chronos arrived. Nothing was seen of his face but he was as happy to see the other legend. He tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment before letting his attention slip back to the bishop. Touma shook his head. He was not going anywhere. This legend needed stopping and he was going to help do it. If Chronos were interferring, then it was because of Valkon. The yokai and he were close, like brothers. The bishop was a fool. An enemy always faced both of them. It had been Valkon who had brought Chronos back when the goddesses had left him in the shadow world. One was never far from the other.

"Stop? I've only just begun." the bishop smir "You will not stop me anymore than he could." He gloated, bragging slightly. After all his power was more than one or even two of them, though they had no way to know this. How could this legend be any different from Valkon?

"You have been injuring ghostling and living alike, Arthurs. It is time to stop." Valkon stated. "We have been watching you. The living may be fools but what you are doing should not be. You have been subjugating the living and making them your slaves, but the ghostlings... I know now those that have disappeared had their power drained by you. Just as you tried to do to me. The smaller ones had no chance at all."

"And it has been fun fooling them all." he replied, tossing his hair from his face. A grin slid across the bishop's face as he gazed at Chronos. "You will have no more luck against me than he had. You might as well leave and save yourselves. Run away because I will have no mercy on any of you beyond this point. You cannot stop me."

Touma vanished to reappear beside the bishop. The legend had expected him to appear behind him and had whirled around to face that direction. He howled as he felt Touma's blades from the side instead. Before he could react, the ghostling had moved to the opposite side and reopened the wounds that were healing. Then he reappeared slightly to the side of Chronos.

Valkon laughed as he watched. "You think so? I think you will be. You cannot injure one of us without facing the rest."

A grin widened on Valkon's face as he watched Chronos and the watches. The bishop had no idea what was coming. He'd be sealed and a slave for them. Touma's distraction had been timely and he knew that Chronos would use it. He could have warned the bishop that he was not the biggest power around. But it would have been a waste of his breath to even say a word of warning.

Touma snorted as he stepped away and Chronos moved forwards. He had caught sight of the watches also and did not want to get trapped by them. Not that Chronos would do that to him. He was already a part of their power base. He did however watch intently for a signal from Chronos if he needed to do something again.

The bishop squirmed in pain as the wounds reopened. "You little... " he began then stopped. He barely caught the other legend coming towards him and his eyes narrowed at the watches. Watches....? That was how the castle had been brought back and Azmodeus. His lips tightened. This was going to be troublesome.

It was then Seska reached outwards. A beam of deep teal light shot away from her hand, then spiraled from the ground. It spun upwards and around the entire building disappearing at the spire. The barrier left behind neatly separated the first floor off from the basement and lower portions. Each floor was cut off from the next as the barrier worked its way through every hallway and window. Nothing would get into this building without direct permission.

The barrier gleamed as it rose upwards higher and higher, severing various statues and causing the stone to fall. It filled each floor preventing any not against the bishop from leaving. Those souls would have to be reclaimed later and perhaps even reborn. The city itself reflected the same glow as the magic began sealing the rest of the area, though not as well as the false church where they still fought.

She knew that Chronos would reinforce her barrier. It was what they had agreed upon. Whatever corruption lay in this city would remain until a solution presented itself. So would the corrupted souls of the living and dead. They would have to be reclaimed through hard work by others will to put themselves at risk to do so.

Valkon snorted in amusement. The bishop was a fool. He had underestimated them all. Luck had been on his side when fighting Valkon, but Chronos now had all the luck there was to have at this point. Bishop Arthurs was done for. He noted the missing watch and laughed aloud.

Touma sheathed his blades, folding his arms. None of them would have to do anything at all. Chronos would do the rest. He had doubted the enjoyment to be had from attacking this place in the beginning, but now he understood entirely what Valkon had not explained to him. This legend needed to be taken down a notch or so.

Sitting down on a nearby broken pillar, Valkon simply watched as the bishop slowly began to understand what was happening to him. The yokai almost sighed in relief. It was over and the city below would not be rebuilt. It would become as needed- a warning of punishment for those who forgot their gods.

The bishop stared in surprise as the weapon went through him but he almost laughed when he understood it did no damage. As the red glow caught his gaze, Arthurs hesitated. There had been three watches on the weapon. Why only two now? He blinked as a shudder rippled through him. Then a second and a third until he was shaking entirely. He tried to control it but the more he tried, the less he could.

"What have you done to me?" he managed to get out after a few moments. His power was fading. He glanced around barely able to understand the barrier was over the entire city. His power was definitely waning but why was he feeling so disconnected from the sources. It was as if he had been entirely severed from it. He tried to move towards Chronos but faltered, nearly fading out entirely. There was a watch inside him. He could feel it and his power was no longer his.

"The... watch..." he blinked in understanding but his ability continued to ebb the more he tried to fight it. "Lantern....?" he asked. His power was almost entirely gone. He was at their mercy and a wince slid through him. Where were they?

Valkon laughed again. "Something you cannot fight. You'll do as we wish now. It's over." He leaned back against the crumbled stone tiredly, the sword still clutched in his fist. "I'll be needing a ride home, Chronos. Wake me up when you are done with him." Closing his eyes, he just rested silently, saving what little energy he had left. Hawke was going to be fussing over him and insisting to sleep him his room for the night. Maybe he would indulge him just to ease his son's mind.

He pushed on the rock until he finally got it out of the way. A shower of dirt and small rock slid down over him. "Disgusting..." he muttered. He hated the dirt.

Their nice clean temple was rubble and there was a barrier over the top portion. Glancing around himself, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. Darkness slid into his gaze and it would have been obvious to anyone seeing the expression that there was the thought of vengeance there. He surveyed the building clearly able to see not only the barrier which had blocked them from using the stairs up from the crypts where they had been relaxing. The once beautiful statues were broken and the stone scratched and marred. The wonderful spire they had place at the top was broken and many of the pieces were lying around him on the ground.

"Of all the nerve..." he growled, a delicate hand tossing back the hair from his eyes. How had the bishop allowed this. They had given him power, all he wanted in fact. This was abominable and someone would pay.

Brushing himself off as he finally got to his feet, he shook his head. His clothing was ruined and filthy where he had to dig himself out. "Those ghostlings are getting too big for their britches," he muttered turning as he heard a sound behind him. "I would help you," he said, "but I'm already filthy enough. It is disgusting."

HIs brother was crawling out. His clothing was ruined also. He might have helped him get to this feet but he was still brushing himself off. Flicking a small stone from his hair, he then shook his head causing a cloud of dust to fly outwards.

"This is just pathetic. I need a bath. Look at our beautiful temple, brother. Rubble and dirt. I did not expect them to understand so quickly. You do not think that HE is helping them, do you? We might have to put a stop to that. My clothing is ruined and my hair is dirty. I do not like it." He was a clotheshorse and he would admit it freely. He liked the silks and finer things to wear and he was always impeccibly dressed no matter where he was going. He slammed out hitting a large piece of broken pillar angrily. It went flying across the courtyard and stopped against the stone wall that had once surrounded the church. Even the fence had been crushed and broken beyond repair.

"We owe that dragon...." he snarled in frustration. "None will come back here. We will have to find another plan now."

His brother had already risen from the rubble and was dusting off bits of dust from his torn dress-coat. "It could have been worse." He nearly hummed as he looked at the blue barrier set in place. "In any case we got what we wanted. I can feel it."

He side glanced his brother with a frown. Always fretting with the small stuff. It was a wonder they words so well together.

"Of course I was here, I felt him very faintly. Whether or not he is helping I have yet to determine. Keep in mind he was the best of us."

His focus shot upward just in time to catch the red blazing eye of the watcher amongst the swirling black cloak. The brother's upper lip curled at the sight, but before he could utter a curse or take any action Watcher was gone leaving the two to fume. The watcher surely had made an image of himself... so what is he up to?



And this concludes our broadcast day~ Thank you all for participating. I hope all of you had a wonderful time.

So let's get to the finally, prizes!

Cricket2008:
Now that the bishop is but a lantern again it's up to you weather you would like to give him amnesia and a new name or keep everything as is. He will grow through all 4 stages, being the special guy that he is, but the legend form will have no domain. Also no need to roll for his type, he has a very unique type that will be revealed on his cert. Congrats~


Chibi_Kokoro143:
The goddess Seska has blessed you with a very special minion. The oversoul who's unique to the dark moon goddess. Congrats~


[A.V]:
The goddes Juska has also blessed you with a special minion. The oversoul of the light moon. Congrats~


Rikku Takanashi:
Seems like you were able to capture this guy after all. Congrats~


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