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Rioushu stared at Rayth as the he talked, blinking a few time as he thought about the demon's first statement. "I...ok hold on a sec." Rioushu said, then looked at the sky, trying to determine whether Rayth was screwing with him or if he was serious. Coming to the conclusion that it didn't matter either way, he looked down at the sand and shrugged. "Personally, I like cats. They look so harmless and at the bottom of you heart you know they're calculating, cute little devils. Especially when they wink at you, not that suggestive type of wink that has become all too common nowadays, but more like a quick, casual wink as if calmly telling you they're going to steal your soul when you're not looking." Rioushu said, though he was half playing along, one might be able to tell you wasn't completely in disbelief of his own words.

Rioushu glanced at the xenos and shook his head almost sadly. "It's almost depressing to see what once were probably noble beasts degraded to this kind of life. Well, as long as they're house trained I suppose they have something on my former 'pets'." Rioushu remarked, thinking about Rayth's question.

"How would I got about destroying her you ask? Hmm...I suppose I would start with her loved ones. They say the way to destroy a person is to take away everything they hold dear to them, and in Roan's case I suppose that would be her sons. Once that was done, I would go about the task of destroying her body, leaving her nothing more then a collection of spirits and minds without a form. Finally, I'd attempt to eliminate her very being, to destroy her very existence, no mind, no soul, nothing left of her but the memories held by her enemies, even those would have to go eventually. Now, was that too vague? Because I'm still not sure about the specifics of how I would do most of that."

((That is some freaky a** text. Don't tell me you do it yourself.))

With a might seen once a century, Quint brought down his fist, meeting Roan's hand. While the air puffed from the connection, he was already trying to pry his hand away for another strike. At first he was too fixated on his own hand to even worry about Roan, but as it became more positive that his fist was stuck, Quint would look down to Roan.

He felt like his heart hiccuped for a beat. Things around them got quieter and darker until all he could hear was the strain their fists made against each other and the sight of her bright ruby eyes. Then, as if he had been suppressing the action, Quint lifted his leg and successfully kicked Roan square in the chin. Luckily for him he still saved some sense tucked away in a corner of his psyche. It would ask: If Corbin had that steel like skin, wouldn't the mother have some equal, or better?

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to tell from just the recoil alone. That, and the fact that he hadn't stopped to try. Again the smile was back, but gone was the joking attitude. Each stomp with his heel was at or close to his maximum, but not as technical as Quint liked, since his hand was still trapped in the vice grip of Roan's fingers. He was losing himself to the bloodlust effect, and his lack of conversation certainly showed it.

*Roan smirked at Quint, almost laughing as he smashed kick after kick into her face. The first kick sent her head back with enough force it SHOULD have broken her neck, but from there she simply gazed at the ever darkening sky, laughter causing her arm, still extended and holding Quints fist, to tremble slightly with the motion of it.

Yes, she could use Corbin's skin of steel, even go as far as diamond hide... but she didnt. The second kick would cause the awful sound of snapping bone to pierce the air between herself and Quint, the third smacked of bone shards and ruined flesh meeting his foot. Every kick thereafter seemed to be just further mulching her jaw and flesh into a wobbly mulch, and in effect that IS what was happening. She WASNT defending against him.

Why though? Simple. Her hand was wrapped over his and that was enough for her to get nasty. Her fingers locked like vices over his fist and whether he be wearing gloves or no, what she intended could easily work through either cotton materials OR leather, both being natural materials. No one was daft enough to wear synthetics over fists they intended to fight with after all.
Necrosis. It was a DREADFUL skill, possessed of only the most adept fleshcrafters, but she was linked to many such beings. Her very touch was crippling. For every SECOND she remained in contact with Quint, more of his hand, then arm would rot and turn purile. Green pus filled boils, decaying and stinking flesh, brittle bones, the WORKS were caused by her touch alone as she LET him decimate her face, knowing she had more than enough energy to regenerate it - he was experiancing the effects of her aura, thus feeding her power with every blow, even as he harmed her. As long as the berserker state was in effect, he probably wouldnt feel the pain from his trapped limb for a whiel to come... maybe even long enough the rot would have set in high enough to continue without her grip, which STILL refused to let go of his hand.*

I've gone beyond but theres no life... is this your offering, Quint? For shame...

*Meanwhile, Rayth winced with every blow against his mistress, shaking his head not for HER sake... but Quint's*

Join her? She is a dying breed, the last of the old guard. She knows the good she has done. She is the means to an end. And as long as the end is achieved, the means dont matter.... her goal is almost complete. The most that can be done now is to remember the name, and to know once all is done that it will bear a terrible weight. To utter the name of the Bloody Seer will become taboo, but... prehaps she will live on in stories and nightmares.
She cannot be killed, or destroyed, by a single man alive. I believe that to be true. And yet... her days are numbered. My job is merely to bear witness to the end of an era. The best service you could do her... is to do the same, Rioushu.

*Rayth burst into laughter, almost inhaling his dog end as he shook his head*

I dont mean old guard world wise. The world is FAR too old for anything HUMAN... or at least, ONCE human... to call itself such. I mean of her own species, her own line. The last of the Cainite old guard, the grand old antideluvians.

*Cracking his knuckles as he calmed, he cocked his head to one side to consider Rio's question*

Hmmm... no, not a last gasp, or last romp. She doesnt do this for fun, she does it because its what she is. Quint radiates the desire for this battle. Unlike the more generic fight seekers, he knows her by name. I told you the Bloody Seer's name would bear terrible weight. In the right context, even after the end... this is what people will get. Thankfully, she is a shadow to the world of men, a force most cannot name. But to those that know it... those that utter it with fire in their veins... she will come. Always, she will come.

*He sounded terribly sad, and terribly tired*

There is NO rest for the wicked, Rioushu. Nearly 600 years of that fact will make anyone tired enough... not to care anymore.

*As Rio said the name, it woudl feel like a hot wind caressed around him, then carried on towards where Roan was rotting Quint away, a layer of flesh at a time.
Rayth held a finger to his lips as he replied*

Indeed, mon ami. ESPECIALLY after she is gone, she will become, how do you say?, a ghost on the wind. There, to any who recall her or pray for violence with her name in mind. Best she is remembered as the Bloody Seer and nothing else, yes?

As for what happens to those of us who call her master... it is in hand. She knows what she will do, and it will not rock the world enough for mere mortals to notice, let alone die for it. Tis a sad end no swan song can describe she envisions for herself, but personally, I agree with it. Do not ask me, though. Do not ask me what she is going to do, I will not tell. I cannot.

Now there you hit the 10,000,000 dollar question.... I wish I knew. I think she wishes SHE knew. Corbin is gone elsewhere, for as long as he bears her artifact, his desire to consume all around him is lethal. And no other would she tolerate EVER holding the piece of her he does.
Iden is dead. I... I dont even want to THINK about the well of grief accompanying that one.
Dagoth is... himself. The female, Daegonna, will stick to her brother and between them they will cope.Yoachi is young and a necromancer. Zach and Azrael are beyond grown up, almost Soudre de Sang themselves. In short... the clan will not fracture, but they will be the Warmongers no more. They will be what she wanted them to be - people. Free people. Free to choose.

All save her heir. I do not know what will happen to Corbin. He has ALWAYS been both the best of her, and the worst. He is the only wild card, and he is unpredictable. They are linked like no two I have ever seen befpre. Her end could very well cause his, I cannot say for sure.

*He shrugged and closed his eyes, exhaling a liungful of smoke shaped like a skull*

The Bloody Seer has always brought death with her. Fitting that she should take the Warmonger title to the grave with her. The world has no more need for such creatures.

Now Quint was becoming agitated. This back and forth between Roan's other half and Rioushu at first wasn't even noticed, but now, as Quint's foot continued to pound Roan's face, it had gotten through the thick cloud of murderous intent. More forcing himself rather than wanting to stop, Quint would continue to struggle in Roan's grasp while stopping his kicking assault. Likely due to Morrigan's mention, Quint spoke. But my boy, I AM using my head. Don't you see the damage?! Both were a lie from the corrupted side of his head.

His veins sizzled and popped, but ignored due to not having the limb for use anyway. Before long, the corruption had spread to his elbow; threatening to take the whole arm. They had been quiet for some time, his bats, but now they cried out through the same medium Roan had used with Quint: Telepathy.

"Don't even feel it huh?"
Nope, in fact.. Another blow with his heel for emphasis, My foot doesn't hurt at all!
"..Arm idiot, arm."
Turning his gaze away from Roan, he peeked at a grotesque mass of gurgling flesh, and what almost looked to be a sticky worm like film, slowly gobbling up his arm. Roan's other-worldly zealous impulse made him focus more on function rather than physical well being. It's still of some use though. In reaction, his bats jumped to attention, covering his body in their thick, malleable shell. Pressing the left hand to his chest, Quint prepared a transmutation.

Using various natural elements present in the human body, Quint was able to devise a bomb from the - still remaining - part of his arm, it exploding in a spectacular fashion, sending Quint flying in his shell for a few dozen yards, and maybe doing some damage to Roan. But he well knew it'd take a button more than that to put her down.

It's been five minutes now, I'm sure she heard that.. Quint would grit through his teeth, the initial rush of his own eagerness and Roan's influence fading.