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The Anima didn't need to be told twice. As red petaled poppies began to sprout from the ground all around him and Liliana's words registered, Lord Valdiir looked Ivy directly in her stony eyes. She couldn't move? Perfect.

Without a word The Lord of the Devil's Eye dashed off towards the Plague General in a burst of speed. His every step caught the growing flora at his feet on fire, and Beyruun's flaming shape elongated and narrowed. Like a great and flaming wing, Krayth extended his Exodus out at his side and tilted low to the ground. The elemental rage that consumed his entire being not only served to immolate everything he touched, but it also protected him. Each tiny spore that passed over him combusted in a tiny puff of smoke. Whatever ills the poppies might bring, they were lost on Krayth... and soon, the field would be too.

If Ivy had thought the Anima to be charging her, she would find herself mistaken. Some 15 feet from the petrified impostor Krayth abruptly banked to the left. He was cutting a flaming perimeter around the field of poppies, and wielded Beyruun like an apt arsonist. He kept the flaming weapon low and wide from his feet, and set each of the plants he passed along the fields edge alight. A sweeping hook of fire had branded itself into the field, and with every passing moment the fire spread from poppy to poppy.

Krayth remained silent and focused, occasionally turning his immolated eyes to Ivy to keep tabs on her. She could try to stop him... but she would fail. The fire of his soul transmuted to flesh was hot and hungry for her opiate offspring, and soon her field would become a feast of ashes.

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Rikkaetheon wasn't worried about the soldier closing in. He may only be a priest, but that didn't make him a pushover. He focused his energy into his hands. Lots of it. Out of his palms shot a beam of holy energy at the solider. If he timed it right, it would catch the soldier in the chest. He backed up a little bit before making a slash with his staff sending out a crescent shaped blade of holy energy. It's trajectory was about waist height. He breathed a small sigh, it was a lot of energy in a short amount of time. He wasn't used to it. He knew if the soldier closed the distance too much he'd have to rely solely on his barriers to keep himself alive.


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Rikkaetheon was slightly impressed that the soldier was still fighting. Only slightly. Seeing how it attacked was all he needed to set him off even more. It clearly was something corrupt and impure. He leaped into the air as the soldier unleashed the shockwave, doing a half flip using levitate once more. He floated upside down over the shockwave. The sword was coming, but he with another burst of energy he created a shield around the front part of his body. The sword hit the shield causing him for float back a little bit but as it wasn't a direct his he only felt a minor impact. Rotating back so his feet were to the ground he continued floating, slowly backwards. He put his palms outward once more. This time shooting a beam from each one, holding his staff in his middle fingers. The light from the energy was intense. Releasing the levitation he landed on the ground. Panting from such fast energy usage, he used his staff as a crutch momentarily. "You're finished demon!" He said with a righteous tone between breaths. He wasn't a fighter, but he wasn't a pushover by far. His highborn blood coursed through him. Filling him with energy and righteous fury he hadn't known before. It was almost like a second wind swept over him in this brief moment. Possibly even a final awakening.


(((Possibly a little intense for a priest, but you gotta admit, creative.)))


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The witch had made her final error... and now, Krayth would make sure that he was the last thing she ever saw. Immobilized in rock, the witch of the wilds would have no choice but to watch helplessly, or return to Krayth's incendiary embrace.

The Anima's flaming hands shot up to Ivy's stony face. They set their white hot palms against her mouth and forehead, leaving enough space so that she could see Krayth's blazing eyes, and the twisted expression barely visible on his face through the fire. A sneer. Cold, and cruel.

What she couldn't see was The Anima's soul thirsty companion. The Exodus Krayth carried had seemingly vanished from his hand in the moment before he emerged from Ivy's shadow to accost her. It had rushed into his palm and up to his forearm like a hidden serpent, and it was ready to strike. The engulfed burning black mass that was Beyruun slid off of Krayth's right arm and down onto his hand. The sensation of it on his skin was hot to the touch; lustful and ready to feed. The Exodus spread down off his fingers almost like liquid, expect that it did not drip away... it clung to Ivy's face, rolling down from her forehead and temples to her ears... and to her eyes. She would feel nothing in her rock form, but now she would hear and see nothing... Nothing but dark whispers in her ears, calling sadistically to her.

Come to daddy... come to daddy.

Krayth's left hand remained clamped over the statue's mouth. It wouldn't be long now. The Plague General has two choices; two roads to take.... both ended her death. The Anima's heart raced. His breath was caught in his lungs. The anticipation... the closeness of her consumption... he could hardly contain it. No one was more deserving of an eternity in the void than this woman who sought to steal happiness from him... to harm his people.

Once she was dead, he would offer her blackened skull to the people. Perhaps there would be a celebration...

Krayth's eyes watched without blinking as Ivy's death mask became complete; he removed his hand as Beyruun spread further down the Plague General's face. Its abyssal flaming substance finally passed over Ivy's nose and mouth as The Anima withdrew his left hand. His right pushed up through Beyruun's semi-solid state, to rest on the crown of Ivy's stone head. Her time was limited, and without a word the Exodus' shape became as hard and unyielding as it usually was.

Lord Valdiir could feel the poison, and watched as Ivy's flaming visage appeared to lose focus. His vision was blurring, only slightly for now but enough for him to know his life would be coming to an end soon. Not before Ivy's.

The touch of The Seer caused Krayth's shoulders to tense up, and he looked back at her. The fiery contours of his face were not easy to read, but she knew he was looking straight at her. With his left arm, he took Liliana's hand and pushed it away.

He did not say anything, at first. His mind raced through dark passages and deep corridors while Liliana spoke... he doubted himself for a moment, fearful that he was indeed overstepping his bounds and descending back down the darker road of his life. That feeling was fleeting. Ivy had invaded his home without warning. She brought soldiers and poison and set to murdering the innocents of his land without hesitation. She mocked their suffering without mercy, and...

All Krayth could think about was his nightmare. Holding Azur's eyeless, gore soaked head in his hands. Watching his very own hands commit the deed of her murder... The Anima shuddered, but not out of fear. Fury. That vision was only a nightmare... but this? This was real. This woman sought to kill them, and would have done so to Azur... she would have killed their future.

"No."

Krayth growled. The single word was cold and tenacious. His hand remained atop Ivy's statue, still embedded in the now solid shape of her funerary mask. He made no attempt to raise his free hand against Liliana, and made it clear that he wouldn't... but his next words revealed the violent convictions of his heart.

"Would she have spared my Azur if her life was at stake? No... She is a worthless b***h without care for love or peace or sanctity. She will die by fire, here and now!"

It was clear that despite the anger that Krayth felt, that he was still under control. Perhaps that would alarm Liliana even more. This was The Anima without deception or disguises. A creature spawned of oppression and violence, and bred for revenge... and his people would have it very soon. Ivy's time in her stony sanctuary wouldn't last much longer.