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When Artemis was nearly eight paces away from Inorei, his blade flashed an odd green color. As if this was a cue, the servant fell into a sprint, covering the remaining distance in a split second. The sword was already cocked back and ready for the attack. In that moment when he was close enough to the giant, the sword snapped into a hard slash for his opponent's midsection. If successful, the blade would release a shock of energy into the inflicted wound; One of the many gifts the weapon was enchanted with.

Inorei placed his left hand on the ground and did a one-handed somersault over Artemis. He landed, quite gracefully for a creature his size, and quickly turned to slash Artemis' chest with right hand claws. The bluish flames on his arm reached out as his arm traveled through the air, looking like blue-white streamers.

Kaya felt like taking Shiyaa's hand in his own but resisted...until his hand touched his cheek. Very carefully, Kaya's hand lifted and cupped over Shiyaa's hand. "I'm paying for my sins. You of all people should know that even for an angel sins are hard to resist. They are weaknesses to us all because they play themselves out to our vulnerabilities. I have no regrets for that fact. What I do regret......is never having the courage to tell you before i was caught."

Harmon's wrists were gripped by a pair of bony, but surprisingly strong, hands and a feirce, silvery-haired old woman stared down at the other, her bright eyes blazing. "Don't you dare touch my son," she spat, menace written in every line of her face. She had come to stand in front of Elliot, who's face had become once again blank and immovable, his eyes downcast. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but don't you dare touch him."

Elliot was too good to be touched by filthy hands. Anyway, he belonged to her and to no one else. Elliot had seen his "mother" like this before... a few times... not much. "Mother," he murmured softly, placing a soft, pale hand on her shoulder. She looked back at him, eyes immidiately softening and a smile spreading onto her lips. "It's... alright. He... doesn't know anything... he's... new..." he said, shrugging. He wasn't sure why he was defending this person - he shouldn't; he should just watch as he was berated and most likely exiled - but he was. The old woman seemed to calm down. Then, as if nothing had happened, she let go of Harmon's wrists, the bruising power seemingly replaced by peaceful... age. There was no other way to describe it. One moment there had been a burning, furious energy pulsating around the woman and the next she was like any other old woman as she turned to place her hands on Elliot's temples, kissing his forhead softly as she murmured, "Well... I suppose you know best. Be safe," and departing.

Harmon was a little taken aback by the sudden assult he wasn't expecting, and as the woman backed off he was shocked and was trembling only by the aura of the woman, "I... I'm sorry I shook him... I won't do it again," as he trembled he dropped his twisted and it glowed slightly as it hit the ground with a, "Thud!" Also along with his twister he followed suit. He didn't want to feel the wrath of the woman again so he choose the safe ground then in the hands of the woman. Even if he was old enough to venture alone he was still afraid of elders. As he trembled on the ground under the shadow of the woman he looks up anticipating what she was going to say next.

Shiyaa was silent, thinking carefully. He truly had nothing here, as he hated his family, and the other nobles. Shiyaa had wanted to leave for quite a while, but never had anywhere else to go. He chewed at the pointed tip of his thumbnail, then nodded slowly, "Yes...I will..."

Artemis placed an open-palmed hand on the flat of his now horizontal blade, facing Inorei and his oncoming attack. When the clawed-hand got mere inches away from him, the previous force he had called upon himself began its work. It managed to stop the attack in mid-air by unseen powers, but he was far from planning to just keep it at that. His muscles tensed as he gave his sword a sudden push, sending what seemed to be a blast of the sword's dark green aura toward the summoned creature.

((im very happy that this rp has been moving along at a steady pace. Now that the school season has started itl be harder for me to find time to post but ill make every effort to))
:: The night seemed to drag on endlessly. He half paid attention to the fight that had been going on between two of the participants of the party. Something that made him angry beyond all reason was the mother of the doll. Something then took over him. His eyes seemsed to glow with hate and rage. he was incensed enough now to kill. In a swift movement he sent out a sword wave that struck the dolls mother slicing her in twain. Blood sprayed with a eager livelyness stright into the air covering the doll and the downed outsider as well as others. The nobles screamed and were fussing and fuming about getting their new clothes bloodied. SOme fainted and others were merely in shock. Dromius suddenly screamed out in a deep dark voice::
"Let the wrath of god burn you for your sins against man!"

::And with that the fire seemed to explode setting the ground a flame and many of the nobles on fire as well. Dromius disappeared into the shadows his mind racing::

Harmon gasped at the bloody horror of the death. He got up and ran to Elliot, "Come on we have to go its to dangerous!" He grabbed Elliot's hand and started to run with Elliot trailing. As Elliot ran he took out his summon twister and started chanting, "I call upon the lord of the valley! I summon you! Come Equine!" he hoped on pulling Elliot riding away from the carnage with Elliot behind him. When he saw Elliot looking to the stadium he was sad for him.