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Staring at Do'Roelin as he stopped at the bottom of the chapel steps, Chris slowly readied himself for the massive fight at hand. As his opponent went through the typical monologue that most confident people would wield, Chris glanced just barely at the form of massive scorpions around the male... Last time, he had taken the creatures lightly and nearly paid for it. Now? He wasn't going to give them a chance...

It was then that he noticed something like a tail nudging against him a bit. Looking to his side, he saw what appeared to be a weird feline-like demon. But for some reason... he felt that it was Kat that he was looking at. It seemed that she planned to help him in this fight... Very well.

Turning back to face Do'Roelin just as the male had sent the massive scorpions to do his bidding. Such a cowardly move, perhaps meant to simply weaken his opponent's endurance to make it an easy late victory. It wasn't as if Chris felt confident in his ability to fend off the poisonous creatures, though. He just knew that he wasn't going to worry about them at all...

"Don't bother with the cannon fodder," Chris simply stated to Kat, though he didn't expect her to listen to him.

From that point, Chris attempted to willingly summon the power of that 'darkness' again, this time grasping hold of it. As the scorpions approached, the shade underneath their massive forms burst forth, sending what looked to be pure black spikes up through their carapaces and lifting them up into the sky lightly. The light of the area would soon begin to dissolve the spikes, but the damage had been done. With the front line gone, the wanderer acted and began to charge straight for the mage, his sword ready for a strike.

Do'Roelin

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"Forgetting something?" The Azarian asked, striking his palm down into the sands as the two charged forth. Suddenly the shifting dunes became bone white, no longer stirring with every breeze and seeming to mend into a much smoother surface. The chill of the air alone should have told one what to expect to appear, for from the point of contact between his own hand and the ground a solid sheet of ice grew, frost appearing even over top his metallic finger tips as he sneered.

"Frontal assaults? I think you can do better than that!" Do'Roelin laughed, toying with the two like he might one of his students. As the slick surface would reach the pair, the Master of Dengen created a burst pocket of air, much like those he used to forge minor weapons for his various uses, but unlike the prior times he'd utilized the skill against this particular foe, he chose only to create a pair of large hammers to strike against the both of them.

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Kat snorted at Do'Roelin. She felt the ground under her beginning to change. Her paws were not well equipped for the slippery ice, and she began to flail around. Growling, she desperately tried to keep her balance. She happened to glance at the hammers that the Dengen Master created to strike her and Chris both.

As Chris protected himself from the hammer that was going toward him, Kat had suffered a more painful fate. As the hammer slammed against her back. Kat had to battle against it to keep herself from being crushed. It was metal-like spines on her back that kept the hammer from flattening her. She forced the hammer back upward, the spines on her back shattering the hammer. Kat looked at Chris and slid over to him. She glance at him with a slight smirk, before looking at Do'Roelin. She needed to think of a plan of attack. She needed to get in close to him.

Taking a look to where Do'Roelin had fired that blast of his, Chris soon found that the targeted tower was slowly beginning its descent toward them. To make matters worse, a simple snap from the master had caused the building to set ablaze, the heat felt all the way from his position and continuing to rise. This was definitely a trip down memory lane, what with having a building fall of him before. However, the extra effect made its descent that much less pleasing.

They still had a bit of time left, though. In that moment, Chris quickly extended his unarmed hand forward, calling upon the shadows once more. In response, the shadows that surrounded Do'Roelin came to life and began to strike out at him. Taking this opportunity, Chris turned to see Kat standing close by him, and reached out to take hold of her arm. In that instant touch, they were both thrust into that realm of shadows he had previously waked through, only to end up back in the normal word a few seconds later, an ample distance away from the tower as it crashed into the ground. The shockwave was tremendous from the size of the building, but Chris managed to keep his footing as he held Kat to keep her from being pulled away, if that were to happen.

“Grand King! The knights throughout the castle my lord, they are dropping dead, and have been found murdered throughout the…” The Black Diamond Knight attempted to sputter the last of his message during the sudden intrusion.

Fear was the expression held so tightly by the man's face as he gave his last breath to warn his oppressor, and yet before his words could echo down the halls across the infamous red carpet to the Tyrant King, a plume of tan dust left his mouth as he began to gasp disparately for air. Soon cracks appeared across his skin as the hair from his head began to fall brittle, his eyes turning blank and his jaw line deteriorating away into dust. Collapsing to his knees, the knight would have writhed in pain if only he held the slightest capacity, then in the moments to follow first one arm then another fell without warning from his body, no longer supported without the liquids of life we know as water present to hold his form together. His skin turned to dust, shaken away as his body gave it's last attempt to fight off the intruder of his form, his blood to dirt, and his bones shattered against the floor like clay. Not an ounce of moisture remained, leaving only a small pile of filth where the man once stood.

Suddenly, another of Dokoro's finest waltzed in, this time with a more confident stride than his predecessor, without fear for his own life the former Dread stomped through the pile of dirt as if it had never been another before. Sir Gashrious, the high priest had arrived, a black cloak wrapped firmly about his frame.

"My king...it appears you have an intruder." Gashrious pointed out, peering down towards his feet to create an adequate emphasis upon his point. "And he appears to be quite troublesome." The old man smiled with a tone of sarcasm dancing about his every word.

"I believe you said you have an intruder... does this mean that this man has not intruded upon you as well?" Doko asked, raising a brow at both the priest and the condition of the fallen knight.

"Of course not, I don't like it here your majesty. Why would I care if someone wanted your head?" The priest spat honestly, drawing a wrinkled twisted face of rage from the Tyrant. As Lotrius began to stand however, another man stepped between the crossfire of verbal bolts, drawing attention to what he believed to be a more important matter.

"Did you see the intruder?" The Black Diamond asked, leaning in as if he spoke to a frightened child. Gashrious nodded towards the black armored boy, confirming the soldier's suspicions.

"Indeed I have, and I recognized him fairly quickly as well." He conferred navigating the man with his words.

"When did you last see him priest?" The knight asked, adrenaline building as they drew nearer to discovering this new foe. Gashrious took his time however, allowing the suspense to decline a considerable quantity before he so chose to respond. For a moment he opened his mouth as if to speak, but it appeared that the thought had escaped him as he scratched away at his grey beard, lost in thought it seemed. "Well?" The knight pressed leaning in somewhat closer.

"I-I suppose the last I saw him...." The former dread began, "Was....when I looked in the mirror this morning." Shock flooded through the soldier before him like a flood cascading over a small coastal town, the depth of the man's words sinking in only just before the blade held by the same man sank into his throat, crossing over to open his neck wide.

"It's him!" One of the knights roared, his armor clattering with the ferocity of his body's convulsion at the conclusion.

"Thank you for making certain that we understood." Doko insulted his warrior even now, "Just kill him." The Tyrant demanded. Many of the knights drew their weapons which began to glint with the sunlight that still slipped in through the walls, though more often it was the light of fire that illuminated their equipment. At the same moment as the first to approach the priest fell, Gashrious drew a second dagger, one for each hand as the cloak wrapped about his form fell away. Beneath the thick dark robes leather plates had been crafted for protection along side mobility. His arms were nearly bare, save the gauntlets which he'd dawned that day for his stand, and as the priest drew the long hood over his features, pulling the cowl low to hide his eyes, the former nightmare of Dokoro arose once more.

"Fools..." He muttered, the cold tip of an iron spear attempting to drive through his body. Unfortunately for the knight however, the old man rolled like water might flow down a waterfall, over the spear and down the lengthy extent of the weapon until they met at close quarters, the steal tip of the iron weapons biting into the soldiers throat with ease.

The knights used their superior numbers however to forge an encirclement about the geezer, thrusting first their curses and offering their pity before charging in with their blades drawn. Even as fluid and trained as the Black Diamond Knights were however, none found a place for their swords within the elder man, his movements weaving like thread through a needle as he managed to avoid their cruel slashes through miraculous evasion. Slipping through a small crevice between two soldiers, and sliding beneath the legs of another, the priest found himself outside of the crowd of men and began striking at their backs as they attempted to remove themselves from their company.

"Your soldiers are pathetic Doko, your Dreads are weak, and your people are less every day. You are a king without a throne!" Gashrious roared, despite the spatters of blood which spewed about his black leather armor. "You shall fall soon enough despite my assistance. Unfortunately however, on whom he intended to slay soon turned during his monologue, striking with deadly accuracy made famous by the knights in black through the back of the thick hood which the priest had worn...

Blood dripped from the wound, an eye had been cleaved from the head from the rear, and as the hood rolled down across the handle of the weapon....the men of the black knights found themselves shocked once more.

"That's not him....that's not him..." One mumbled, taking a readied stance though somewhat more distant from his comrades.

"Thank you once more for sharing your incompetence." Doko responded, peering about the room as the men stared at the corpse of one of the many assassins of the Cerberus Pack. "If you don't mind, would you kindly perform that action once more...only this time against our enemy?" The tyrant requested, sitting calmly against his throne.

Suddenly a flutter of wind caught the tyrant's attention, as an unseen figure dropped from above, several colors rushing past behind him as the menacing figure became uncloaked, his old skin no longer transparent to the eyes of onlookers.

"This time against our enemy." Gashrious repeated, altering the meaning of the phrase to his own particular situation. The old man had been hidden within the rafters, slipping away from the eyes of onlookers during the monologue which so held everyone's attention. The duplicate forged of another's corpse would hold his dengen for a short time, a property that organic bodies held that no other item could share, allowing it to appear as if they had succeeded just moments after his escape. After Gashrious had used a rare cloaking technique, lost during Doko's age, he leaped from the high perch to escort himself to the mighty throne of the Tyrant King.

As his feet touched the ground however, it was not the king's blood which dribbled to the floor bellow. Shocked the old man peered down, his frail body steadily becoming more limp as he watched a flow of blood pool beneath himself...an extended arm reaching into his gut with a blade one could have sworn had once been a ring.

"Hello old man." Rokan whispered to the dying dread.

"Heh, finally a man clever enough to fill my shoes...to bad you became a dokolite...I'd spit on you had you been worth the effort." Gashrious gritted his teeth, stabbing one of his own blades into the extended arm. Smiling though he knew he could not remove himself from the weapon in his old age.

"You realize that such a wound is nothing to me....though your wound is considerably different when we observe how healing may very well simply kill you." The master assassin spoke, brushing away the dagger as if it were no more than a small bee sting. "An old fool, with an old grudge, and now with no princess to raise you have no more reason to live... I pity you old man, you're a knoxing fool who's just wasted the last of his days." The cold dread smiled, his clothing returning to the black leather plates which resembled those that the elder man himself had dawned.

"Hah, no more a waste than your own, your father would weep over both our fates." He responded, though these words had been wept rather than spoken. "Dawn Bane, I do hope you can overcome it after all." He proclaimed, pointing towards the black mark which had appeared upon the small wound. "If you die by it's hand, then they who you care for most sincerely shall receive it from your death." The priest smiled knowingly, coughing small spurts of blood over the Dread Knight.

It was then that a long breath exited from the elder man's lungs, his eyes grayed as the beard upon his chin shifted beneath the warm exhale, his muscular form slopping into a more relaxed pose his wrinkled skin releasing their once cherished warmth. The iron daggers fell to clatter against the stone floors, and though the assassin Rokan stood up to deig the weapon out, pulling it abruptly from his grandfather's form, Gashrious still remained upright...even in death.

Master Do'Roelin

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[ OOC: Don't forget Ivon, the normal soldiers are just common thugs, but in Dokoro the Black Diamond Knights are those trained in both dengen and weapons combat from childhood in to their mid 20s. They are the farthest in all of RB from pushovers.]

As the master dug his way out from the fallen rubble, caught under the burning tower as his foe's shadows clasped tightly at his every limb, Do'Roelin felt the subtle touch of a familiar hand.

"It's been a while." The Azarian chuckled, laughing a bit more to himself at the notion of delaying his quest for her company. "Perhaps," Was all that he would offer of his breath to reply, though soon the troll disembarked towards the castle of the vile Tyrant King.

Brushing away the thickly lain dirt about his iron form, the Dengen master made his way closer towards the Erzelemmentes that he'd sought diligently since his departure from the Fountain of Mastery. The closer he became, the more apparent the fiery markings upon his body showed, the form of death coming to claim another warrior....Valkyrie Mode.

"I believe that in our little game of chess...it is your move." Do'Roelin taunted, stomping into the earth as he took a ready stance for battle.

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Kat smirked. This was fairly entertaining for her. This Do'Roelin was full of surprises for both her and Chris. She usually liked to learn a few things about her opponent before fighting, but this was a rather dire situation. As soon as Chris rushed forward, Kat backed up. She then began to sprint at full speed and when she felt she was close enough to her opponent, she curled into a ball, leaving her spines to do the work. She hoped her aiming was accurate, for she wanted her razor spines to pierce the Dengen Master's form.

Whatever Do'Roelin had been planning to do upon the wanderer's charge, Chris watched as Kat had rammed into the master hard with that rapid spin of hers. Before he was close enough, though, his opponent and ally were suddenly swept around by fierce winds, an ability he remembered well enough from a past encounter. What he wasn't sure of, however, was if Kat would be thrown off by said winds...

In preparation for that chance, the wanderer held his hand out and formed another portal of darkness in mid-air, ready to catch the demon and place her not far off in a way that would minimize the throwback damage inevitably dealt to her. Of course, in the broad sunlight, the portal melted away slowly, meaning that it would only last for a few seconds.

It was at that moment that an idea occurred within his mind, one of which he took action for. Moving himself to a position unaffected by those fierce winds, Chris summoned another darkness portal underneath him, though this one was small compared to the others and was well kept within his own shadow. Bringing his claymore up, he brought the blade down into the portal, sending the metal through the realm of darkness and straight out of Do'Roelin's shadow, a blow aimed to pierce through the chest...