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 Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 12:29 pm
DarkRaven1217 Streak Lightening DarkRaven1217 Luin smirked, "Your aid is not necessary, for I already have all that I require...a weapon that can and will defeat Lord Nevar...she only needed incentive enough to fight with my people..." He looked over the balcony down to where Issildia fought Azrielle...he smiled slightly as a troupe of Larovian warriors reached her position, separating her from her opponent. As the seven warriors lashed out at her, Issildia sheathed her katana and drew her two scimitars. She then leaned backwards, all while whipping the two blades out in a counter clockwise motion, cutting down the four soldiers nearest to her in the single attack. As she did this more Larovian warriors came tearing towards her, and Issildia turned on them, no shred of fear apparent in her eyes as she tore off her cloak as to move with greater ease, and dove forward into their ranks, her blades flashing like ribbons of quicksilver. Luin's eyes then grew cold as he centered in on Streak. "So...I have my end of the bargain to deliver..." Suddenly the air within the chamber grew cold, and Luin's lips formed into an eerie smile. "You've just made your last mistake. My power is unlimited. I bet your end of the bargain was not to kill Streak so therefore, if you kill me then Streak dies and Issildia doesn't fight for you. You can't win Luin." Streak smiled. "I guess I just can't reason with you. I gave you an option to save yourself and your people and you throw it back. Don't expect any mercy from me now." The eerie smile that was spread across Luin's lips, did not falter at these words, " I never said anything about killing this vessel... " The air within the room then began to flicker with a strange luminescent mist was began to slowly circle Streak. The temperature dropped even lower within the room, and yet Luin seemed unaffected by this. "Mors ultima linea rerum est,Nascentes morimur breathed Luin, the luminescent mist beginning to circle Streak faster, the light in it growing brighter. "Omnia mors aequat, Pulvis et umbra sumus, Puris omnia pura" He hissed, eyes aflame...Luin the watched at the light grew so bright that it was difficult to even look at it for him. But the spell had been completed...It was one of the most powerful exorcism spells to his knowledge. And his knowledge of necromancy was vast. (Latin Translation~Death is everything's final limit, from the moment we are born we begin to die, Death equals all things, We are dust and shadow, and still the pure shall see the light and find freedom) Streak laughed in such a way that it was completly obvious that the spell had little to no effect. "You think I didn't come prepared?" Streak the showed that on his summoned sword there was a crest. "You can only exorcise that of which you target. You have actually done the reverse of your intentions. You have placed Streak's soul into the blade of which I am holding. I must congratulate you. You managed to exorcise a soul from its own body and not the intruder. Now I can even mainpult the very powers of which this body has. You have no idea what potential you've tapped into." Streak once again laughed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 1:31 pm
(((Don't worry Gourou, there will be a second wave before the battle is over, this little break in the action will only last for a little while.)))
The shadow wraith managed to take Issildia to the Tower of Vestain to have the wound across her neck taken care of, though before any such actions could be taken she had evaded the wraith after regaining her composure.
And after she slid back into her normal demeanor, her Aneriain abilities took over and the wound sealed up.
Issildia made her way to a window, that was perhaps only 20 feet or so above the ground and stepped out to hit the ground at a solemn walk.
Her anierian blood dealing with any of her other wounds as she stormed though the camp and the bodies that the Ryera were trying to clean up.
As she neared Kuchane, Damien and, Khastur, the cut along the left of her face sealed up not even leaving a scar.
Damien noticed her appearance and quickly stepped out of the way, he knew her well enough to predict what kind of mood she was in.
She didn't even pause in her stride as her fist came forward to slam into Kuchane's jaw. She drew back her fist and drew her blade Sumar, her eyes cold and analyzing.
"Have you no honor," she hissed, "To strike a warrior when they are wounded is not honorable...but if you wish to fight me now, then please give me a reason to kill you where you stand!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 1:37 pm
Streak Lightening DarkRaven1217 Streak Lightening DarkRaven1217 Luin smirked, "Your aid is not necessary, for I already have all that I require...a weapon that can and will defeat Lord Nevar...she only needed incentive enough to fight with my people..." He looked over the balcony down to where Issildia fought Azrielle...he smiled slightly as a troupe of Larovian warriors reached her position, separating her from her opponent. As the seven warriors lashed out at her, Issildia sheathed her katana and drew her two scimitars. She then leaned backwards, all while whipping the two blades out in a counter clockwise motion, cutting down the four soldiers nearest to her in the single attack. As she did this more Larovian warriors came tearing towards her, and Issildia turned on them, no shred of fear apparent in her eyes as she tore off her cloak as to move with greater ease, and dove forward into their ranks, her blades flashing like ribbons of quicksilver. Luin's eyes then grew cold as he centered in on Streak. "So...I have my end of the bargain to deliver..." Suddenly the air within the chamber grew cold, and Luin's lips formed into an eerie smile. "You've just made your last mistake. My power is unlimited. I bet your end of the bargain was not to kill Streak so therefore, if you kill me then Streak dies and Issildia doesn't fight for you. You can't win Luin." Streak smiled. "I guess I just can't reason with you. I gave you an option to save yourself and your people and you throw it back. Don't expect any mercy from me now." The eerie smile that was spread across Luin's lips, did not falter at these words, " I never said anything about killing this vessel... " The air within the room then began to flicker with a strange luminescent mist was began to slowly circle Streak. The temperature dropped even lower within the room, and yet Luin seemed unaffected by this. "Mors ultima linea rerum est,Nascentes morimur breathed Luin, the luminescent mist beginning to circle Streak faster, the light in it growing brighter. "Omnia mors aequat, Pulvis et umbra sumus, Puris omnia pura" He hissed, eyes aflame...Luin the watched at the light grew so bright that it was difficult to even look at it for him. But the spell had been completed...It was one of the most powerful exorcism spells to his knowledge. And his knowledge of necromancy was vast. (Latin Translation~Death is everything's final limit, from the moment we are born we begin to die, Death equals all things, We are dust and shadow, and still the pure shall see the light and find freedom) Streak laughed in such a way that it was completly obvious that the spell had little to no effect. "You think I didn't come prepared?" Streak the showed that on his summoned sword there was a crest. "You can only exorcise that of which you target. You have actually done the reverse of your intentions. You have placed Streak's soul into the blade of which I am holding. I must congratulate you. You managed to exorcise a soul from its own body and not the intruder. Now I can even mainpult the very powers of which this body has. You have no idea what potential you've tapped into." Streak once again laughed. Luin returned the look that Streak dealt him and spoke, "Yes true indeed but I have accomplished what I wished, for now Issildia will hunt you to the ends of the earth and she will kill you to retrieve the soul of her comrade, and I will be able create a new body for him...should Issildia prove useful to me again..." Luin smirked, "She will kill you...there can be no escaping that my friend."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 1:43 pm
Kuchane, who turned seconds before punched, fell on his a**. "******** b***h!" He hissed, and stood again "Honor is for the weak. If you wish to die, then go ahead and strike me again. It will prolong your suffering wench.!" He got within two inches of her face. His demonic eyes stared into hers. He heaved with shortness of breath and anger.
Archer, who had been mopping up stragglers of the Larovian forces, now stood in the open. He watched the camp, a short walk away, and saw them pointing at him and talking. He hoped they feared him. El, still growing from the blood, was so malformed from when he had started this battle. The handle, now bent, then straight for six inches, was not the only thing changed. The tqo opposite sides of the blade looked to be an open mouth, proverbial teeth lining the top. The blade was narrower, but thicker. It was straight for six feet, then bent at a ninety degree angle, and circular for the last sixteen inches. It was still changing though, the Crystal at the Rounded end of the blade twinkling with blood. El spoke to Archer in a voice of another spirit "I am changing Archer... I am no longer sacred... but I will help you. I will be a powerful weapon. I can feel it coming. I just need more power...more blood..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 1:51 pm
Never Seen Before Kuchane, who turned seconds before punched, fell on his a**. "******** b***h!" He hissed, and stood again "Honor is for the weak. If you wish to die, then go ahead and strike me again. It will prolong your suffering wench.!" He got within two inches of her face. His demonic eyes stared into hers. He heaved with shortness of breath and anger. Archer, who had been mopping up stragglers of the Larovian forces, now stood in the open. He watched the camp, a short walk away, and saw them pointing at him and talking. He hoped they feared him. El, still growing from the blood, was so malformed from when he had started this battle. The handle, now bent, then straight for six inches, was not the only thing changed. The tqo opposite sides of the blade looked to be an open mouth, proverbial teeth lining the top. The blade was narrower, but thicker. It was straight for six feet, then bent at a ninety degree angle, and circular for the last sixteen inches. It was still changing though, the Crystal at the Rounded end of the blade twinkling with blood. El spoke to Archer in a voice of another spirit "I am changing Archer... I am no longer sacred... but I will help you. I will be a powerful weapon. I can feel it coming. I just need more power...more blood..." Zeo could hear the whispers of the ancient souls of the desert that lied deep within the sand. He open his hand towards the sand beneath him, and strange spheres of light floated from the sand and into Zeo's hand. Zeo's eyes scanned the souls closely, and once analyzed, he took the souls in his hand, and threw them into his mouth. He swalled, and a burst of red energy emitted fro Zeo's eyes. Zeo moved quickly towards Ome leaving a red streak from the glow of his eyes behind him. Only a few feet from Ome, he began to speak " Ome.....' he stared at Ome's sword " I see your sword has gotten more powerful...." he laughed " But it isn't strong enough now is it?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 1:56 pm
Archer flapped his wings, dust flying and clouding both of their veiws. As the dust cleared, Archer had El pointed toward Zeo, surprise in his eyes "It is more than powerful enough to kill you demon! Why have you come here?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 2:10 pm
Never Seen Before Archer flapped his wings, dust flying and clouding both of their veiws. As the dust cleared, Archer had El pointed toward Zeo, surprise in his eyes "It is more than powerful enough to kill you demon! Why have you come here?" he laughed " Demon? I choose not to be called that. I am far stronger than any demon." he took his right arm, and slowly moved the sword away with the back of his fist. he closed his eyes to look more serious. " the reason why I am here is...." his eyes quickly opened, the expression in his face quickly went from serious, and turned into a bloodlustfull smile. " is to finish where I left off!" once he said that, he backfisted the blade away from him, and spread his wings from out of his skin, and dust shot out from under his feet. When the dust lifted from the sand,Zeo vanished, only leaving behind two chains infront of Ome. Zeo was in the air,behind Ome, his wings flapping heavily. The chains infront of Ome loosened until they were at his side. Then they snapped back, and a huge guillotine like blade rushed through the sand and was sent straight for Ome's waist
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 2:18 pm
All that could be heard was a 'chang' As Archer brought El to block the guillotine-like blade. He pushed the other end of El, the back of the sword cutting through his glove. "I will not spare you this time!" He dropped to his knees, and leaned back, the guillotine blade rushing past him, cutting off a few tendrils of hair. He rolled backwards, and threw an arrow straight for Zeo's chest.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 2:28 pm
Never Seen Before All that could be heard was a 'chang' As Archer brought El to block the guillotine-like blade. He pushed the other end of El, the back of the sword cutting through his glove. "I will not spare you this time!" He dropped to his knees, and leaned back, the guillotine blade rushing past him, cutting off a few tendrils of hair. He rolled backwards, and threw an arrow straight for Zeo's chest. Once the arrow had reached Zeo only a few feet away, it snapped in three places. The pieces that snapped burst into chunks of wood. The guillotine blade had cut it once, but the other two weird cut by Zeo himself. " It will be I who will not spare you! No mercy for the weak!" In the instant where the arrow had shattered and the blade moved passed, Zeo had appeared infront of Ome. His blade was no longer out, it was apart of him. on both his hands were two foot long blades that came from his wrist, and the rest of his hand was covered in an armor like the guantlet only without any pipes, and the armor was fused onto the skin.There were three sets of blades on each hand. His hands were crossed infront of them as were his legs when he swung his claws at Ome's neck.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 2:32 pm
He slashed away one hand with El, used his knife to block one of the feet, but Zeo's other hand left a criss-cross pattern across his already scarred face. His other foot caught him in the lower leg, but did no major damage. "Im alot stronger than you think Zeo." Curls of fire came with his words, and then he shouted, a wave of flames heading For Zeo
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 2:45 pm
Never Seen Before He slashed away one hand with El, used his knife to block one of the feet, but Zeo's other hand left a criss-cross pattern across his already scarred face. His other foot caught him in the lower leg, but did no major damage. "Im alot stronger than you think Zeo." Curls of fire came with his words, and then he shouted, a wave of flames heading For Zeo Zeo leaped back, spinning in the air, and landing a few feet away from the flame, crouched on his knees. He dug his blades into the sand, and his other hand gripped at the air, almost as if he was pulling on something. His right wing stretched out and a cahin was made visible in his hands. the chain was wrapped around his arm that was dug in the dirt. chains shot out from all directions where his hand was, and they crossed over one another until they formed a pentagram. The fire hit the chains and srted to twist with it. The sand mixed and a mirror was formed. The mirror had a red glow and it showed Ome in the mirror. " yes I'm aware of how strong you've gotten....but you know...if your strength gets too out of hand...this is what you'll become!" through the reflection of the mirror, it showed ome exactly where he was standing, but hell was behind him, and demons were pulling on his arms and legs, tearing at his skin. Ome's eyes opened in the mirror showing nothing but black emptiness. The sreaming of the demons could be heard from the mirror. Zeo used this only as a diversion, the mirror's sound was to keep Zeo silent as he got behind Ome, and took both his claws and aimed them at the center of Ome's spine.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 3:09 pm
"I know this risk demon! I fear neither Hell nor highwater!" He rushed at the mirror, and plunged through it, with El in front of him. As he landed on the other side, he saw Zeo miss his attack, glad that he had done this. He started breathing heavily. He spit blood from his earlier wound in his throat. He smiled weakly "But I will accept those consequences when they arrive..All that matters now is your death!" A sand clone Of Archer appeared behind Zeo, and slashed a thin sand blade at Zeo horizontally.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 3:09 pm
Continues to sit on the same boulder. No one had seem him or cared to do anything to him. He was interested about all the fighting. Everyone seemed to hate everyone else. It was alittle crazy. He continued to watch the scene and remember the events.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 6:39 pm
"No it the weak that have no honor...they have to resort to treachery to be victorious. " Issildia hissed at Kuchane as she tightened the grip on her blade Sumar.
"It is the pitiful and the Vile that must use dirty tricks to win the battle..." Issildia sneered at him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 6:44 pm
"You talk like my brother, Nevar! He does not accept death, darkness, the devil. Look how weak he is. You say I am dirty and weak. I say you have yet to see the power of my darkness!" He threw his fist forward, a flame erupting from it, in the shape of a open-mouthed skull
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