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The Next Posts In consecutive Order will both be happening at the same time, as well as in a speicifc order. It will encompass the battle between Darkmoon and The Blades of Eriargon. Phase one of the fight until the interlude. It has been a very solid effort by all those involved to really do well in their specific scenes, and I hope it is a very enjoyable read.

The Battle with MercinusxAundris and HalovsWhite Shadow is happening consecutively with the rest of the battle.
 
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  • Characters In Use: Azmeryth, Lyra
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  • Weather: Showering, gray skies.
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7:00Pm
Lyra side stepped the arcing swing of a Great sword and pranced to the side. For her stature, she was tiny; a lithe looking little vixen. Her eyes shadowed elegantly, she wore a dress which did little for the sake of battle attire, but nearly made her appear as a little doll. Her hand crept along her side, a kissing glare came from her eyes as she noticed that Wolfsin was preoccupied with Vex, and Warden. Lyra started into a wicked dash towards the Darkmoon Guild master, fully intent on cutting him down while his attention was stolen. Honor fights were off the table now. Kayis had given them their task, and so as a group they would demolish the Darkmoon Mercenaries.

Lyra closed in swiftly, ready to leap outward until a white tail brushed against her cheek, she could only turn and throw herself into a B-twist fast enough to dodge the swift strike of a little fox. Eyes crossing into a glare as they gleamed their first glance, of Azmeryth of Darkmoon. She purred with excitement, and her efforts were soon joined. At her right a man stepped up. His hair covered his eyes, but he was the one that had a bladed set of gloves and boots. On her left... was Tirian. As he danced in with an elegant twist of his majestic looking long spear. Azzy was not alone either though.

Joined on either side, by the little Charm of Darkmoon, and at her other side Kanari. Two well known Amaris Knights. Little banter was shared then as each of the three squared off against their own opponent. Charm with Tirian, Kanari with Pharis, and Azzy with Lyra. They all stood at corner point of each other, with about thirty feet of distance from the other.

7:06Pm
Lyra stood before Azmeryth. A smirk crept over her features and she toyed her bladed fingers against the frill of her dress. "I wonder.. will it hurt you much if I take your tails fox?"

Azzy stood opposite the doll, her stance at this moment very casual. Arms crossed, weight leaned on her left side, and eyes staring almost cheerfully at the girl. At her comment, the fox smiled, her ears flicking as a sudden wind blew around them flicking the showering raindrops against their skin. "Hmm, Not sure Dollface." She pondered for a moment, a hand rising so she could place a finger against her lips taking on a thoughtful appearance. "I'd say it'd hurt just about as much as it would were I to bust both those pretty little hands~" she then grinned at the girl, her tails wagging as if tempting the doll to try.

Lyra valued herself a lady of sorts. She was one of Kayis' favorites and she knew it. So for this little vixen to think of insulting her, or challenging her. She couldn't accept it. "Alright fox, I guess we will find out for ourselves!"

Lyra was upon Azzy in the next second. Her body moved with the grace of a new years winter storm, and her blades were glinting little needles that glided upon the air as she aimed to slash Azmeryth across her pretty little face.

The moment Lyra moved, so did the fox and as Lyra swung her clawed hand towards Azmeryth's face, the fox ducked a mere few seconds faster than Lyra could strike. She didnt look scared, no..more so amused as the winds that blew through the area now tugged, and hugged at the fox's body. With its aid she moved faster than the doll, and could speed up as much as she needed all while being just as graceful as her dancing opponent. "Come now, Dollface, you're gonna have to do better than that~"

The wind's challenged Lyra's patience, but she never missed a single elegant step. Lyra's bladed claws lurched inward and then next they would come around aiming to slash her at whatever given point she could find, but the foxes agility was proving to be quite the hassle. "Stand still and fight little fox I only want to provide you some pretty new markings!" Lyra hissed out before sending herself into an aerial spin, her claws came down like a spinning set of five razor blades aimed to cut their target into tiny little pieces.

It should have been alarming that Azmeryth was having as much fun with the Blade as she was...but that was for anyone else. The fox let out a cheerful laugh as she listened to the request, her icy eyes following the girl as she jumped into the air, her body proceeding to twirl in a deadly spin. Two could play that game...one was just faster than the next. Not even giving the girl a chance to land her deadly claws, she too lept into the air, her body moving to spin in a horizontal direction where visibly a vortex like wind gathered around her. A wind that, when Lyra, no doubt still heading down, was in the right position the fox unleashed the vortex horizontally, not particularly aiming to hit the girl, but definitely aiming to set her off course as the fox landed on the ground in a spin, her feet dragging along the muddy streets, "I've got quite enough markings, Doll. I dont need anymore. Thanks for the offer though~"

The sudden torrent of wind hit Lyra like a small bull knocking her to the ground. Only due to her grace was she able to catch herself and use the push to throw her into a beautiful dance like spin. She turned gracefully and looked back at Azmeryth. "parlor tricks, in our ballroom? you sly little fox, the tales that will come from the fur I make of you will make for exquisite drinking querys." Lyra giggled aloud then danced back into place. In her left hand a small white and blue fire formed, before she raised it to her lips and blew a kiss from it towards the fox, an engulfing white inferno leapt from her lips and formed into a blazing cloud before Azzy.

A fur? Now that was just insulting. The fox sighed, and placed her palm against her forehead as she shook her head at the girl. "I just thought our ballroom could use a bit more entertainment." She assured Lyra, eyes now falling upon the girl once more. She was graced with the sudden appearance of a beautiful white, and blue flame dancing in the girl's palm. Azmeryth's eyes twinkled. "See? That's what im talking about~! Entertainment~!" As Lyra blew her fiery kiss, Azzy touched the ground before her quickly, before bringing her hands back up. With her hands followed a wall of earth. Drenched, muddy earth which took the fiery blast full force. The earth before her crumbled to the ground then, steaming and dry only now getting drenched once again as the rain fell. "I have flames as well. Would you like to see?" She asked, but didnt quite give the girl time to answer as she smiled, and her icy eyes began to glow bright. Around her formed four orbs of Fox Fire. Blue, and white flames brighter...much more pure than Lyra's own. She stood there, glowing eyes gleaming towards the doll,"Shall the dance continue?" little did Lyra know, Azzy would now use their dance as a means to plant the trap.

Lyra stood dazzled for a moment by the vixens little trick. The floating orbs of fire had her cautious in how she would next approach. Aundris had only taught her the basics of magic, so knowing that she fought a mage; especially one versed in natural magics... threw her off a tick. "Well done, though id prefer that a hack didn't steal my ideas!" She cursed; then stepped back, chanting a small little spell as she danced along and formed the words into a pretty little song. "Lets see how well your little fires can do against Lady Aundris original magics."

Lyra then released the finality of the spell as two spiritual Knights formed and Charged at Azzy. One with sword and Shield in hand, the other with Spear and shield. Lyra stood back and watched.

"Steal your ideas? Doll, my fire is nothing like yours~" she cooed at the girl as she danced around singing her little spell. Azzy stood watching as she finished her spell, and before the girl arose spiritual knights. Azmeryth's lips turned up, and she burst out in laughter as the knights then charged at her. Its seemed Lyra wasnt well versed in what Azmeryth's kind was capable of. The place where Azmeryth stood was now empty, and the knights struck air. Azmeryth was now standing to the right side of them both, and with a lithe, dance like movement, she extended an arm towards the spear knight, and a ball of fire shot at it. She did the same thing and sent another orb at the same knight before she was gone from her spot, and on the left side of the knights this time shooting the remaining two orbs at the sword knight. All the while, every place her feet touch, a small seed was planted in the earth beneath them. And Lyra would be none the wiser of the little trap being set.

"No!" Lyra screeched out. She watched as the fire consumed her honor guards, and even thought for a moment to say a little prayer for the spirits who'd sacrificed themselves in battle for her. The prayer would wait.

Lyra chanted only a small spell now, that sent her bursting forward in an attempt to catch the tricky little fox. "What the hell are you!?" She yelled out missing her first strike for the sake of an after image that did nothing but taunt her useless attacks. She needed to draw blood, to hit the little fox even once. And she couldn't.

"Die already!' She screeched again before stepping lightly as if moving on air, she began a deathly barrage of slashes with her claws, all the while guided by the force of the hastening spell she'd used upon herself.

"What am I? Well...Im a fox~" Azmeryth mused as the doll dashed toward her, and unleashed her barrage of slashes. Azzy, in turn simply danced around the slashes with little to no effort, her movements completely in sync with Lyra's own, and not once could the doll lay a single hit on her. She danced around the girl, each footfall planting it's seed, and when the time was right, Azmeryth used her final spirit dash to blink well out of Lyra's way....which would surely confuse the girl "Lyra dear~" she called, a smile on her lips. "I hope you enjoy my next trick~" and with that, Azzy snapped her fingers, and from the ground shot the vines she had planted with each footfall. The vines wrapped around the girl's feet, and even secured her hands between stalks. The vines shot even further from the ballroom in which the Fox and the Doll had claimed as structures were not existent to stop them. Surely that sheer fact would confuse others. Surely her allies would know how to work around it. "Now now stand still doll. Take a breather..." she murmured, her eyes then finding those of the shadow upon the rooftops, her head nodding before she stepped away.

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6:54Pm
Kain clashed head on with the Scythe wielding Blade. His frustration knew no bounds; especially facing such a cocky bastard for an opponent, but what really ran him wrong was the bastard that stood behind Jaden. Composed and ready by any moment, the High- Elf bastard held his rapier outward, his hand placed behind his back to sturdy his stance. Kain knew too well this would be no easy feat, but still he'd try.

The Scythe of Jaden came down with a powerful arc; and Kain brought up his Wrist blade claws to catch the weapon releasing them as he deflected the blades position and used the surprise to come in close to the Rapier using Blade. "Im going to wipe that damn dirty smirk off your face. Bastard!" His Right hand Claw lunged forward at Revion.

It did not take much action from Revion to switch his position, rotating so that the claw user flew right by him. Revions lips remained curled into that same scowl that he had though he looked down upon Kain. "You are a betrayer, a deserter from the blades and you think you have right to claim any style of fighting over me. Come let me show you what we do to those that betray their family...now get up and fight me."

"Betrayal, you speak of betrayal Elf?" Kain turned then and came in again with a swift slash from his claw. he followed through only by attempting to rush his shoulder into the man and knock him ajar.

The man was clumsy almost brutish in a sense, he held nothing to Revions fighting style. One more attack and Revion raised the rapier knocking the claw to the side, almost in the same moment Revion took a step to the side dodging the shoulder that moved in on him. He shifted the rapier down knocking the tip of the rapier against Kains back almost in a whip like motion, if the rapier struck the man it would sting more than any type of piercing feeling.

Kain growled under his breath and ducked low before turning into a back kick towards Revion's face. Of course he followed up with a back hand slash by the claws. And turned his body to face the man.

"Come now deserter, the blades are trained better than this you could have died twice over by now." The back kick was easy to dodge, taking merely a step back Revion raised the rapier again this time allowing the hand claws to slide along the rapier and to the other side so that the white haired human now faced him. Revion stepped forward as Kain now stood face to face with him, an extension of the rapier pushed the tip towards the deserter. Kain turned and brought the metal of his wrist blades up crossing it over his body to deflect Revions rapier. he would have succeeded. he did succeed. But? The Rapiers tip touched the metal base where it would have been stopped, but.. the weapon did not stop. there was no resistance at all and the tip of the rapier slid right through Kain's flesh into his kidney. Revion stepped forward fully intent to finish the job lunging in for the kill.

"The hell with that!" A crass voice of a woman shouted out before her wicked looking dagger knocked Revion's rapier from its objective. Like a Lithe and deadly shadow a strek of black moved into position and next a wicked lash out. Revion earned a single long cut along his cheek, avoiding the true damage of the attack with a simple dodge.

Kyra stood crouched then raised up as she flicked the high elf's blood from her left blade. Her eyes were gleamin with anger, almost feline in nature as she took her stance. "I am your opponent High Elf!"

7:02Pm
Kain stumbled back and held the gaping wound as he grit his teeth past that pain. His eyes fell back over the only opponent left in his path. Kyra was right, his build would do nothing to face against a High Elven Fluorentiner. His opponent was Jaden.

Kain didn't hesitate as he dropped both of his bladed wrists; his fuck off weapons really, and drew the greatsword again. he barely had time to draw the weapon though as the scythe came barelling down. Kain stepped back and pushed forward with his foot to brace the impact, and did well to hold his foot until he found good vantage to step to the side and check the Scythe's impact another direction. out of the corner Kain saw Jaden smirk, and soon he realized why.

Even as the Scythes blade fell away from him, a powerful jet like force of sonic screeched out and nearly pushed Kain into one of the surrounding walls. A new wound was opened now at his side, and blood leaked through cotton as Kain moved to brace himself again. 'Fuck! These damned weapons are not going to be easy to defeat!" he growled under his breath and stepped backwards just in time for Jaden to lunge in again and swing the Scythe downward at him.

Kain knew better now that Side Steppings and instead used his free hand to completely punch the arcing point of the Scythe blade. The fragile metal of what remained of the wrist blades; shattered under the Scythe's pressure but its assault was entirely haulted. Kain took advantage of that weakness to move in and strike out three times, in an elegant combination of blows. The final connected and sent Jaden flying back against the tough stone of the wall. His head was bleeding now, and his shoulder was scratched. two wounds; but neither were as severe as Kain's own. The Two braced again. And again blow for blow they traded blood.

Revion didn't even flinch as the strike cut its way along his cheek, no he was fuming at the fact this woman broke the rules of an honorable battle. She would pay dearly for her insolence. Revion shifted the rapier to back in front of him held outwards, his other arm still resting behind him and he waited watching the stance the girl was placed in. "Come then, I shall kill you and your boyfriend"

Kyra couldn't help but smirk at the arrogant tone, but she didn't intend to answer him with words, rather her blades would do enough talking! Kyra lept into battle the first arc of her blade was an elegant dance, made invisible as a blackened shadow blotched out the area around her weapon, she ducked into the shadow and then started by passing three swift slashes , she waited her other dagger ready to parry.

Three attacks, three parries as simple as it comes, his body was graceful with each step and each flick of the weapon to easily deflect the weapons from touching him again. His lips shifted back into the smirk that Kain wanted to wipe from it earlier, his eyes remained glued to the girl another cocky tone leaving his lips. "Come now child is this the best you have to offer to a Blade? If so maybe you should go back to the basics"

Kyra ignored every comment from then, dipping low after Revion deflected her last attack, She spun around low to the ground and moved to slash out his heel, Revion shifted his foot from the ground just in time for the blade to pass where his heel just had been. Kyra was already onto her next movement, spinning with the grace of a dancer she came around and with her back to Revion she stabbed towards his back. Revion had to admit the girl was rather graceful for any form of human, but just not enough. He shifted the hand holding his rapier back, the hilt of the weapon slamming into the blade of Kyra's weapon knocking the attack off. Kyra grit her teeth annoyed at this point but she was already using the momentum from him parrying her to fling herself around with twice the speed she'd used before. her dagger flung out in a powerful arc aimed to slash the bastard Revion across his throat. Revion was already on his way to the next parry even before the attack, he shifted the rapier back up to in front of him so that the dagger slammed against the rapier. Revion used this time to take a step back with the momentum of the two blades clashing.

Kyra fought past hard breaths. She hadn't been hit yet, but the momentum required to dance with a High elf was already wearing on her; and fast. She had to finish this fast! Another step placed her beyond at his guard, and another put her beyond his guard, as she stood with her dagger ready not at length of his rapier, but where it could no longer hurt her. She Thrusted in with all of might to try and kill him with a swift stab to towards the heart. Revion actually shifted his body at that point, like it was meant a shift to the right and the dagger slid right past him, however he was not done. He shifted the rapier from its stance down piercing the tip of the blade into her leg, he rotated with the movement and swung his leg beneath her feet effectively tripping her.

7:17Pm
Another miscalculation left Kain at a bad point. Eyes glazing over slightly as he got knocked by the sonic force of the Scythe again. This time though he caught the weapons name just as Jaden said it. "Sunder" Kain stepped back in and let out a loud warriors call before bringing his weapon down, but not as he might have normally done. "Silence!" he Shouted, and then with a crash slammed into Sunder. Jaden couldn't hold up the presure and fell back stumbling; just before he caught himself and spun back around to attack. It was too late though Kain was already upon him and catching the low swing of the Scythe he leaped into the air before bringing down the Greatsword through and down Jaden's Shoulder. Sunders power activated, but no sound was heard. Kain kick the Scythe from Jaden's hands, just as the Blade fell to a knee and grasped at his gaping wound. Kain Spun around, grasping the Scythe he set it flying in the Direction of Tirian. His own Great Sword sat at Jadens Shoulder, the blade against Jaden's throat as Kain beared his cold Golden eyes down upon one of his former brothers.

"There are three Spells sealed into that Sword, yet the most used one is what turns out was the perfect way to defeat you. Silence is a spell that voids any sound within an area, or to come from a source touched. That means the sonic you used was negated the moment I cast it on your Sunder. Now Ill tell you the name of my sword, the very weapon i grew up with. Rather than these powered weapons the Blades of new wield. My Sword's name is......
 
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Collaborative Post between @Wolfsin and @Key Tuzi
Charm and Tirian
1v1 Battle in front of the Drowning Swan Tavern
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"So I wonder then, what abilities do you have to offer little snow flake of the moon."

Tirian's voice was sinister in the way a pompous yet elegant soothesayer might have spoken. His eyes were the most bittersweet thing Charm had ever seen. "I wonder will you perhaps lay down your arms? I would really prefer to not kill a beauty like you. However, when I get started... its well... very hard to stop."

Charm listened patiently to the man, a lackluster blankness in her expression that spoke volumes of her taste for the talkative man. She offered no response to him - only shifted Raiju's small feline weight in her arms so she could murmur something in his ear. A low rumble sounded from the creature's chest in kind, and with that Raiju leapt gracefully to the ground beside her. He watched Tirian with no more than a bored glance and began to clean his front paw, showing much the same cocky disrespect as Tirian harbored toward Charm. There the pair stood, waiting silently for Tirian to make his move or otherwise walk away - knowing full well the likeliness of that happening.

"Tsk." Tirian sighed softly then stepped forward swinging his spear down into both hands, he cocked his head and smiled at Charm. "Tis a shame." Tirian didn't hesitate after his final words to fling the spear up and lunge forward towards Charm's Chest.

Cherry blossom petals had begun to fall in slow pitter-patters around Charm as she faced off against her chosen opponent. They were like slow raindrops at first, spread out a solid 20 feet around her small figure, and each time one brushed the ground its energy dissipated, only to be replaced some brief moments later. As the white haired warrior wielded his spear and took his first lunge, a shift occurred in the calm rain of petals. He broke their atmosphere and swiftly the petals began to fall faster, picking up in pace and density. Charm paid them no mind and simply waited for Tirian to come - a look resembling fear cutting through her golden gaze. As he closed in the small girl swept herself into a crouch, tumbling gracefully off to his right and redirecting her inertia with the help of her quarterstaff against the ground. Charm rolled onto the balls of her heels and faced the man a few feet behind, waiting patiently to gauge his reaction.

Tirian grew cautious with the newest development of fallen petals. "Surely... you are beautiful." He hissed under his breath before spinning and stepping backwards all in the same graceful movement. At the end of his spin he lunged forward again, but this time at a distance, where his hand held the farthest end of the spear to gain the full length of ten feet of reach. Tirian stepped in after the first strike and jolted the spear towards her again, this time aimed at her thigh.

The smallest smile tugged at Charm's lips in response to his questionable comments. Yet still, she offered him no voice to savor, simply continuing to study his movements. Tirian reacted according to her hopes, though she hardly expected him to do so this early in the game. As the spear head jolted toward her thigh Charm swept her quarterstaff out to block its edge, though before the two weapons could even collide a bolt of energy faster than most could see lunged from the ground toward the middle of Tirian's spear - Raiju lunged at the weapon with the weight of a fully grown minx behind him, in hopes that his force would knock the spear left, off its course and out of Tirian's precarious grip. As his paws collided with the spear a charge of crippling energy shot through the metal, a shock that, if Tirian received, would force his body to release endorphins that would slow his movement significantly and increase the pain signals firing through his nervous system.

Eyes widened, and the Blade hardly had any time to think. The weight of the damn lightning cat pushed his spear to the left, and Tirian was forced to use that momentum to his advantage. Letting his grip fall from the spear its back end hit the cloth of his robes and dissipated the electricity before it could touch him. A bead of sweat fell down his face; knowing all too well what could have happened. Tirian spun with the given momentum and caught his spear again, coming back around to swing the spear out towards Charms cheek, all it would take was a single cut. Just one.

Charm pursed her lips as he regained his grip on the weapon. Tirian was fast - his spear swept toward her faster than she cared to try and raise her quarterstaff. So instead Charm swept her right hand down through the air briefly, muttering "borderline" under her breath. The petals falling thickly around her stirred, and those that bridged the gap between her face and his incoming weapon solidified all at once to create an electric-charged wall for his spear to collide with. Just then she dipped low, using the force of her quarterstaff to lunge forward. A ready hand sliced through the air and solidified the individual petals that fell on Tirian's left side into dozens of electrically charged blades meant to impale him any which way they could.

Tirian cursed under his breath, and stepped back at first notice of the resistance to his spear. His eyes darted down beneath the fog of blades and he was only quick enough to spin his spear around in a mad frenzy and deflect each of the little petals. Sparks of electric shot up his spear and into his body, but Tirian focused through it, keeping his mind on the task at hand. Tirian shot in under the normal guard of the petals and aimed to pierce the girl at a point where she could not escape him. His body jolted with the sudden surge of electric within him and he grit his teeth through the pain of it.

As expected, Tirian managed to fend off her blades with very little casualty, though she hadn't expected him to willingly take so many shocks. That would help slow his reflexes down a little bit, but not enough apparently as he quickly choked up his hold on the spear and drove it toward her. Caught in close range, Charm grit her teeth silently and huffed a small breath. The spearhead swept toward her gut but found its edge driven toward the ground as Raiju capitalized of Tirian's focus, and the feline lunged once more with his full weight to knock the back of the spear upward. Electricity once more shot through Tirian's spear, and Charm made use of this momentary distraction to send her weight shifting leftward out of Tirian's reach. She utilized her quarterstaff as a pole vault to fling her body back, putting as much distance between the two as she could manage while the field of flower petals replenished its dense shower.

"Graceful little flower.... you anger me!"

Tirian growled and this time entirely ignored the pain he felt, shutting his eyes he felt everything around him as a monk naturally would. Then Flung the spear back upon his shoulders pivoting on his foot as he flung it around thrice more each time readjusting his handling of the weapons shaft the wind itself caught in the spears second swing pushed away the petals for enough time for the third to break through. The third strike aimed directly at Charms throat.

The littlest laugh tumbled from Charm's lips before she had the chance to stifle her disrespectful amusement. "You figured me out, huh..." Her soft voice mused in mild reverence for his beautiful spin, which forced her petals away from him. Yet with enjoyment also came the smallest glimmer of intimidation that crept through her eyes. She watched his blade spin, dreading its deathly arc. When it came all she could manage was to pivot on the length of her quarterstaff and narrowly dodge its menacing blade - though the same could not be said for a small thread of her snowy hair. She huffed breathlessly for a moment, dropping lightly on the balls of her feet and lifting her quarterstaff to twirl between her fingertips. She didn't favor direct fighting with the staff, but it would take a few moments for her field to recover, and if he dove her now she knew it would come to direct combat. So Charm focused her attention on him silently as Raiju leapt upon her shoulder, driving bolts of thick electric energy into his master. Stacking her Shocks to give her all the strength, speed and focus she could wield.

Tirian lunged in again striking out with the spears edge towards her stomach. Electricity pulsed through Charm's hands into her staff, which she raised to catch his spear and swiftly twirled to redirect it off to the side away from her body. Tirian was no novice to polearms. With a swift change of footing he spun his body around with the momentum of redirection to fling the butt end of the spear towards the side of charms face. Tirian moved faster than he should have been able to, given how many shocks he'd taken, but she was much the same. With Raiju's energy sparking through her veins she managed to lift her twirling quarterstaff up fast enough to catch the end of his spear, and used what strength she could muster without completely sending herself forward to knock him back. The force provided by such a fragile beauty surprised Tirian. He would use it to his advantage. With the grace only the blades could possess, Tirian let himself fly backwards from Charms push, but his spear did quite the opposite as the full length of ten feet reached out; reached low, and the smallest cut along Charm's ankle coaxed a small gasp to fall from her precious lips. Tirian's smile spread from ear to ear, but it was a short lived victory.

"Charm!"

The boisterous sound came from behind him, but Tirian could not turn or react fast enough as a whirling scythe completely took his footing from him and he stumbled to the ground. His spear slipped from his grasp and he scrambled desperately towards it as Charm surged forward. She wielded the speed of a lightning bolt despite his debilitating cut, dashing forward as both hands lifted to slice the air and her foot kicked the spear from his grasp.

"Shatter," her gentle voice hummed, and all at once the petals raining down around them solidified into a wave of blades, sparking with electricity, aimed to impale the helpless fighter. She drew a line through the air to direct their descent, assuring no blade would land at a fatal point in his current position, but the overwhelming assault would almost definitely take him out of this battle.

The petals were like a beautiful rain, a deathly bittersweet origin of what Tirian could only assume to be his death. "Beaten." The last word he thought to ever say slipped past lips curved into a smile and he closed his eyes, with the last vision he would ever see being the beautiful little flower from beyond the veil of death.

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Characters: Galin, Cade, Daizo, Kanari, Pharis
Location: Drowning Swan
Into battle


7:00Pm
"Die you bastard!" A hulking voice roared out over the rest of the battlefield, and With a quick turn and spin out of the path of the attack Galin dodged a devastating blow from a Mighty great Axe. His eyes focused up; and all the while the mighty Juggernaut continued to smile. Then from behind he felt the air before a normal man might have been able to think, but spun around a powerful arcing greatsword, using his forearm to knock the blade aside. Galin faced two of the blades at once; just as he'd prefer it. "Cade, and Daizo." He stated boldly before walking away from the two of them back into the bar for a moment. The two stood puzzled, unsure of how to respond to this; until galin returned with a long and sturdy looking Staff in hand. "Ill not spare you my full strength. so come at me as best as you can." galin looked to both of them then took a stance and closed his eyes.

"I wish I had something cool to say." Kanari pouted to her two comrades; Charm and Azzy. "Everyone else had epic speeches." The phoenix's eyes scanned the 3 Blade lords infront of them, they looked rather intimidating, all of the blade lords did, especially with that little performance they just gave, but it would take a whole lot more to discourage the knights. Her red tinted eyes locked onto the man with a pair of bladed tonfa directly in front of her, it seemed this was her opponent.

With thirty feet between her companions a smirk tugged at Kanari's lips as her arms, hands, calves, and feet were coated in a bright pink aura. She had plenty of room to breathe, it would be needed for the battle that was about to commence. She watched the man who eyes were unseen, then held her arm up pointed towards him. Flame flickered onto her hand, it jumped to her other extremities leaving a small blaze atop the aura in its tracks. With a small push forward, a piece of the flame from her outstretched hand shot out towards her target, then she held loose fists up to her chest and shot forward charging into battle, quickly following the blast with a powerful jab.

With a swift step to the side, Pharis dodged the fire bolt and then leapt from his foot, to meet Kanari head on, or rather what it seemed to be head on, when Kanari's fist flew right by him, on the other hand his fist nearly met head on with her face. the distortion of his weapon fading just enough for Kanari to dodge as he swiped in aiming to cut her across the face with his blade.

Her eyes widened as a blur swiped towards her. She stepped back just in time to avoid the brunt of his attack, but the slight pain that stung her cheek assured her that there was more to this fight than she previously intended.
"I swear to Farius, for your sake this better not leave a scar." She warned, knowing that to win she'd have to use a few tricks of her own, but not just yet.

The dusk elf threw her fist back, and just before releasing it she spun, kicking her foot up towards his head. As she landed facing away from him she twisted again using her momentum to further increase the force behind her two fiery punches aimed at his center. To follow this flurry of attacks she twirled once more, dropping to the ground with her leg out in an attempt to trip the man.

The girls speed was more that admirable, but Pharis continued to smirk, simple dodging around the bask strikes aimed at him, though her foot had clipped his nose ever so slightly. he hopped over the sweep kick and then lunged inward, shifting the bladed tonfa in his hand so that their points aimed directly for Kanari's center; to skewer her. Pharis pivoted and spun on his foot coming around then with an almost devastating round house that would have taken a normal mans head off, the blades upon his boots glinted menacingly as they enclosed upon Kanari's throat.

His moves were so hard to read, she could barely move out of the way in time, so each attack left its prints; a slice throbbed at her side as she scarcely dodged the first attack, then a cut on the side of her neck as she jerked to the side of his second. It was now or never, it was time for her to show him what exactly he was up against.

Kanari's stance changed, from sturdy to light on her feet with open hands. She did a simple jab towards his face and as expected he moved his head out of the way. She did not move back though, suddenly the aura and flames spiked out towards his neck and shoulder, then her hand swept towards his head once again. At the same time her other arm shot out, aiming an open firm hand just under his ribs.

Only with pure luck did Pharis narrowly avoid the sharpened aura spike that shot out towards his neck. "Damn dusk elf!" he growled under his breath, and spun just in time for the next of her attacks to nail him in the side. His ribs crunched at the impact and he swept his feet back to regain his footing a few feet from her. "You are a talented little dove, aren't you knight?" Pharis gathered himself and started back towards her, letting a controlled breath pass his lips. "I won't allow that to happen again."

With a swift burst Pharis dove in again, stepping lightly as he brought his leg around thrice each time higher than the last passing it aimed to cut her legs, chest, and throat.

"Years of experience, thank you very much." The phoenix replied as she felt the beginning of the blades cutting her legs causing her to flinch back with ease due to her stance to miss most of the strike. The pain moved up allowing her to predict the next attack towards her neck. She leaned back just in time to miss the blades and kicked her own leg against his to push it off course. She then twisted and aimed a foot towards his other knee. Pharis stumbled a bit on his foot, but quickly recovered and brought his foot to bear against hers blocking her kick towards his knee. he raised his foot in a swift arc and aimed to sidewind her in the head, a blurred cloud of vision distorted the distance of his leg from her face. Kana saw the kick five inches from her face, and yet she felt it begin to cut her check. With a gasp she leaned back, and weaved to the side to jab the thigh in the air with one hand and the same spot on his side with the other, her aura ready to spike out if needed. Pharis let out a slight curse as Kanari connected with his leg, but used it to switch his position and deflect Kanari's second attack away. Pharis stepped in then and shot his fist straight forward between Kanari's two arms his fist aiming to pierce her through the heart. Kanari lifted one arm to slightly throw the attack off, then wrapped it around his arm for a moment before aiming a strike towards the back of his shoulder. Pharis stepped with Kanari avoiding her attack at his shoulder swept his leg under hers to break her hold only to follow through with a swift and powerful back hand strike aimed to cleave her head.

The dusk elf allowed herself to fall completely onto her back from his swipe. She lifted her legs above her head and pushed to her feet. Then under his strike she spun and kicked towards his chest, keeping her torso low.
"How rude, you're truly aiming to kill, aren't you?"
"The more rabble eliminated the better." Pharis responded. Then blocked at his chest, grabbing hold of her leg before bringing his elbow down on the shin with a rough amount of force... it never touched, and instead he let go as he noticed large cuts in his arm now, it was bleeding, and when he looked back he could see the pink aura begin to fade from around her leg.

Pharis lunged in again stepping and throwing attacks where he could, ducking and weaving the two of them danced across the battlefield, and traded blow for blow. Pharis ducked low and came in with a swift and powerful punch towards Kanari's gut. But Kanari deflected that as well and met his gaze with a new fire in her eyes. Neither of them was getting anywhere, and the crashing sound off side of them, was getting louder and louder as the behemoth of a man Galin got closer and closer.


7:04Pm
Daizo was the first to charge in and with three mighty swings of his axe, Galin did well to dodge around it. His footing was lost however when a slight impulse felt as though his bones might break, just by the weapon scathing the ground. Galin raised a brow, but had no time to think as Cade moved in and stab at him from behind with his greatsword.

Galin was ready for it. side stepping as he brought up his staff and directed the swords path upward, then stepped inward to swat Cade across the face with only half impact from Galin's staff. The impact set Cade on his ass, and the swordsman remained there holding his head.

Galin turned his attention back to Daizo, who was already charging him again. This time his axe intentionally impacted the ground hard enough to shatter the Cobblestone streets below. Galin responded quickly by flinging his staff around him in a powerful set of arcs until he was nearly covered in a blurred like force field. The Pulse was lost against him and Galin rushed in towards Daizo smacking the warriors Axe from his hand before hitting him over 30 times in only a few seconds. Daizo stumbled... and fell back to his axe, lucking out by the fact that Cade had finally rejoined the fight. Little by Little Galin danced around each of their attacks, and provided them a beating where necessary. Slowly he worked his battle to be closer to the spit fire Kanari's.


7:13Pm
Kanari passed glances toward the towering comrade nearing them, though for the moment she kept her focus on her opponent. As she concentrated she made her body temperature rise, after every strike her aura spiked out leaving a small blaze upon contact. As Pharis stabbed at the dusk elf, she cartwheeled out of the way, grabbing dirt from the ground in the process.

After dodging a few attacks she swept her foot towards his face, expecting him to move. When he did she spun towards him and released the dirt into his eyes. The heat around her caused him to lose some energy and also made him sweat, which too stung his eyes. After that she successfully brought her leg under his feet, taking advantage of his temporary blindness to trip him. She kicked more dirt onto his face just in case then stepped out of arms length as she faced Galin.

It wasn't by even a second off, Daizo bull rushed from the side, and Cade leaped in aiming to bring his sword down and cleave Galin in half. They were truly out for the kill here, but Galin had already set the stage, and the light.. well it was Shifting towards Kanari now.

With a swift movement Galin leapt from the ground raising his massive hand. He snatched Cade by his throat and all at once with the power of a falling meteor; he slammed Cade into the ground. Daizo was upon him but it was too late, and Galin used the momentum from the ground to launch up and with legs like a horse he drop kicked Daizo back; sending the hulk of a man flying in Kanari's direction.

The phoenix watched as Daizo flew her way. The aura from her hands disappeared making it stronger around her feet. As he neared her she flipped into the air with a cry, allowing the aura to further increase her leg strength, and slammed her foot down upon the airborne target. He crashed into the ground with great force and did not move afterwards.
"Woops, I hope I didn't kill him." She said as she looked down at him lying in the small crater made from the impact.

Cade recovered quickly enough and was back at with with Galin, and Pharis kipped up from the ground wiping the dust from his eyes, before he peered down to his his fallen comrade. "You bitch!" he roared before Charging at her, His speed was phenominal his strength was shown in a blur as his fist came towards her, but it wasn't nearly enough. With her aura focused on her feet Kanari was much faster. She paid close attention to his movements; she couldn't be fooled by his tricks anymore. His own body betrayed him as she felt the heat it released, making his illusions useless. She leaned backwards under his attack and lifted her legs, nailing him in the jaw with her foot. He stumbled back on impact giving the knight enough time to get to her feet and spin kick towards the side of his head, Pharis only moved barely fast enough to block the full brunt of the kick, but he battle was already over. Pharis tried to follow Kanari, but before he could catch her, she shot in a swift strike to the mans neck, dropping all of his guard as he tumbled to the ground. The Darkmoon Phoenix leaned over the man with a cheerful smile and said her farewells to the fallen blade.

"Good Night!"
 
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The Leaders Converge~

Slow steady breaths passed through Elite's lips as he knocked back another arrow and watched into the darkness. The archer Oderion was sure to be a pain; but was the "blade" up to the task in matching Elite in archery? An eerie silence fell over the zone, and Elite focused past everything, held his breath as his dark vision extended and he caught sight of the gleaming gold eyes of the blade from behind a chimney. The arrow let loose and soared like a bolt of lightning towards its target, skimming its mark across the cheek right under his eye. When Oderion looked back however, he could not find the Shadow of the Darkmoon.

"Here... Then.... no.. wait.. Here!"

Derhizen worked his hand over his maps carefully watching closely as he could see every attack made within the radius of his map. The bladed lines were carefully placed, so getting closer would prove nearly impossible, but for his golems maybe not. "Stone,, Mud." Like that Two large sized faceless creatures formed and charged towards the location of Kyle. The Mud moved in first and shattered just the same, as it hit with the sharpened lines. Derhizen didn't stop there however. "material conversion... hardened rock!" The mud from the other Golem coated that of the stone golem creating an almost softer armor that absorbed the impact of the lines, The stone golem snapped the first few nearly falling in the process, and then the second pair double wrapped tore it also, to pieces.

Derhizen cursed under his breath as he tried frantically to think of his next move.

On the ground Wolfsin found himself dancing with two blades now. From quite the distance, a wicked Sickle kept jutting out at him, and then right as his base was what appeared to be an eastern Samurai. Wolfsin traded blow for blow with the man, the sound of metal clashing against metal time and time again. Warden seemed surprised but he did well to hide it beyond the constant smile only found on the face of a warrior whom was enjoying himself.

Wolfsin was no simple great-sword wielding barbarian, those type of people didn't become guild leaders. Wolfsin was the first to develop a great-sword style that incorporated heavy footwork, and momentum throws. The style allowed him to match even the speed of the samurai well enough.

Another hook came in from the sickle from afar, and this time with inhuman precision Wolfsin snatched the chain at its hold and tugged hard pulling vex at the other end a good seven feet to fall on her face.. "Sorry milady, but you were growing annoying, and Id rather not hit a lady!" He called before defending against Wardens follow up attack and pushing the samurai back away from him. Warden leaped back and sheathed his sword. Wolfsin was not unprepared and instead of charging the man he took his own stance glancing once at the moon as his mighty blade began to glow a deep golden moonlit color. Wolfsin's eyes matched the glow and his white hair blew back against the force of enegy, a thin beam of light falling from the moon as he took a stronger stance, and just as Warden called his weapons name and unsheathed his weapon. Wolfsin did the same bringing his Sword down to bear against his opponent.

"Luna's Fang!"
"Tor' ent'e!"

A wave of blackened energy met against a much larger force of golden energy, and the darkness was swallow as well as Warden. barely avoiding a lethal attack, he lay broken and bleeding on the ground grasping at his own bloodied and gaping wound. Wolfsin lowered his blade to the ground and turned to face Vex just as his eyes returned to their normal hue of gold. "You can not defeat me. Stop now!" Vex had no intention however and charged Wolfsin. She must have had a plan, he expected that as she ran right past him and hooked his massive body. Wolfsin's armor caught the weapon and then Wolfsin caught the chain and pulled Vex to him. It didn't take much beyond that to restain the lithe little white haired assassin. His lips met her ears and a soft tone escaped. Her body fell limp and Wolfsin set her down away from the battle. before taking hold of her weapon and watching to the sky, to the shadows.

Elite darted across the roof tops dodging individual lines, literally five foot ahead of him as ever turn. Oderion was on the other side, firing off arrows at him, yet he could do little to even get a vantage over the archer. Derhizen's golems kept breaking lines, and when he could Elite would loose an arrow towards the blades archer. But with his weapon, each time Oderion defended against it. This opponent was literally the worst that Elite could have went against and he knew it.

The Flash of light that Elite knew too well told him however that the fight was about to turn. Elite glanced once down at Wolfsin at the ready, and then Derhizen did it summoning eight golems at once and several spikes a large hole was shattered of the bladed thread. Wolfsin loosed the Sickle at Oderion, and the archer was force to defend, being caught off guard he fell on his ass. Elite would have loved to end the bastard there, but the watchful hawk like eyes found their true target, in the restrained little blade dancer, that their fox had captured. Elite spun into point then pulled back his string, before loosing a full drawn arrow aimed right for Lyra's heart.

Wolfsin smiled glancing around the battle, for the most part the plan was going perfectly.

"Check."
 
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~The Face of the Blades~

Victory was in sight, the majority of the blades were being dealt with, and with the arrow that passed through the air, a message to the Blades about their arrogance, Wolfsin couldn't help but smile to his comrades. That happiness was soon lost though.

"Tnnch!"

Blades appeared from no where around Azzy, but not to strike the fox, instead relieving Lyra of her thorny prison. The blades vanished just as they'd come, and Lyra smiled brightly as she looked to the streets.

The snapping sound of a twig resounded through the air as the arrow veered off its course and snapped agains tthe stone of another building. A low chant, in an unknown language passed through the blades lips, those of them still conscious to fight. Aundris, Lyra, Revion, Cade, Oderion, Kyle, Halo, Warden, Fiora, Zero. All of them raised their eyes from their fight, and were in sync with each other now, as if something had drug their morale from the grave.

From the mid-street three beings approached, at their center a woman, beautiful and dressed in only the finest silk, that covered her where necessary. On her right... the man could not be mistaken for anyone else. Kayis, the Guild leader of Eriargon's Blades. His piercing golden eyes found those of Wolfsin, and his lips curved to a smile. On the woman's other side was the Gladiator, said to have never lost a battle. The warrior God as they called him. Arias of Eriargon. Arias sheathed his weapon and just as he did a force formed at Elite's ankle.

Elite was pulled causing him to tumble from the rooftop and drop his bow. Barely catching himself, Elite rolled on his shoulders to come out of the fall in good condition. he was standing next to Wolfsin now watching as the three of them approached. Coming to a halt 30 feet from the leaders of Darkmoon. Kayis raised his eyes to meet with Wolfsin's.

"Leader of Darkmoon. despite the informality presented here today, I hope to cleanse that with the honor that I may provide to you and your companions." Wolfsin stepped forward, a smirk playing at his lips now too. "Oh? An does that mean the leader of the most prestigious guild is to fight me?" Kayis chuckled to himself and stepped back, only to be replaced by the Grand Lord Arias. "No Lord's of Darkmoon, I will not fight you. not yet. You will no longer face those that can not fight you however."

With that Arias drew his glorious black and gold gladius and took position before both Wolfsin and Elite. "Defeat them, Arias."

Kayis said before stepping back to stand beside the Matron of their guild. The owner to the very name that the blades had been chanting.

"Ellyollon"

The true battles were only beginning.​
 
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FireFly v Kota~

The battles were spread out now, and all Kota could think to himself as he stood across from possibly the most agrivating man he'd ever met; "I failed in my mission." A low growl rumbled in his stomach and he turned his eyes to meet with FireFly's. They remained there, and soon enough even the clash of swords, and the rage of battle around him couldn't distract him from his 'true' target.

"Alright, no more interuptions then. Nothing to hold us back." He was cocky in his tone. His eyes betrayed any honor he possessed. There was a hiss of vengeance in even the undertones of his voice. "Lets get this over with Red haired fool."

Kota once again took his stance, legs spread, and his left hand fell to sit behind his back, his blade was held outright, and ready. The earth started to tremble as the deep red aura from before once again formed around him. This time though, he had no intention of holding back.

Kota lunged inward with a deathly precision, the first of his strikes guided by the enchanced speed he obtained with his aura, he was like a bolt of lightning and then all at once the lightning peaked, in a powerful jab towards FireFly's heart.

Firefly noticing the slight movement needed for a lunge, and figured Kota would go for a straight forward strike. FireFly moved his hand to parry this straightfoward thrust, but as his hand was moving towards its purpose the bubbles that surrounded him formed into a disc like shape infront of FireFly's palm, and his blood formed a disc infront of his other hand ready to counter Kota's inevitable aura strikes. Upon Kota's blades contact with the green disc it sped up the time of Kota's dagger and FireFly knew full well that Kota wouldnt let go of the weapon. it wouldspin kota's arm to the side and knock him off balance for a split second alotting FireFly the time to bring his blood disc against Kota's side; knocking him back a few steps FireFly allowed Kota enough time to make another attack if only to see what else Kota was capable of.

Kota cringed a bit but spun out of FireFly's attack gracefully enough, even more so he used that momentum to send him spinning inward, His hands worked fast to spin the dagger in one hand, as he ducked low and aimed to cut FireFly's leg with a swift rising slash.

FireFly was impressed by this one's tenacity, and efficiency with momentum steps. "He's alot like me in his way with fighting." FireFly thought to himself as he raised the foot closest to Kota's balled up fist that held the dagger. FireFly was no fool though, to face the boys aura head on, and so the green disc he'd already used once found its way to slip right in front of FireFly's foot when he kicked it into Kota's fist. The power of the disc erupted and Kota's fist was ffrozen in time. FireFly used this power of stasis to insult to injury and took a step upon Kota's fist as though he were using Kota's fist as a normal step. Doing this allowed FireFly to send his blood disc infront of his free knee. Making it so FireFly could knee Kota in the face knocking him up but FireFly still had Kota's hand locked in place under his foot using the power there to strain Kota just before he let him fly backwards.

Kota stumbled back and tensed his muscles in his arm so not to mind the strain quite as much. His eyes wandered back to FireFly's and a low growl passed his lips as he stepped back into formation. He began to strafe with his opponent circling him like a pack of wolves in one body. His dagger was held tightly in his hand, even though it pulsed with the force he'd endured. Then all at once Kota shot in towards FireFly again, but this time he didn;t go as simple as the man might have hoped, his first swipe was with the left hand, a single red sword formed in that hand, for only enough of a second to disrupt any block the man used, his body swayed with his side ways movement and then his dagger cut FireFly shallow across the chest. FireFly fell low to the ground grasping at his chest and taking a knee as he dealt with the assured death of Mort'e. Kota spun with the Momentum from his last attack and flung his body around FireFly as he came to the mans side and jolted in with a sudden surge forward; this time aiming to pierce FireFly's throat and end this.

Little did Kota realise that the knee that FireFly fell to was the one protected by the blood disc just moments ago. As Kota came in for the killing blow FireFly looked up at Kota with a painful smile almost mockingly letting Kota know this duel would not end so easily. Suddenly Kota realized that FireFly's chest was glowing with a faint green light. Centimeters away from Kota's attempted final blow the blood disc that was on the ground came up like a thin wall and stoped Kota's dagger, then the blood shot out like thin spikes at Kota making him withdraw so FireFly could stand once more. FireFly looked at kota then to his chest. Letting Kota realise that he made contact but there wasn't any damage at all. Just a few cut wraps that surrounded his chest. "Kota that was excellently done, you nearly got me there, just a little deeper and i may not have had enough reaction time to fix myself up." FireFly smiled at Kota knowing full well it would make the Red Blade furious.

'Damn you... damn you to hell!" Kota shouted. he'd thought for sure that it would be the end. He'd almost banked his resolve on that fact, and yet this man stood here.. smirking, smiling.. alive, and well. Kota would kill him. He would kill him if it took him forever to do so.

Again and without fail, Kota lunged inward, and this time huffed a light sigh trying to pass a lot more aura into his hand this time. it extended and formed into a wicked looking blood red spear, that Kota lunged forward at FireFly. Kota was right behind, as he focussed again and his left hand formed sharp dark red claws, much like Lyra's own. He aimed to slash at FireFly in two different places at once, his claws went under FireFly's guard and aimed to gore him at the gut, and Kota's dagger soared in towards FireFly's throat once more. this was no game, not anymore, Kota would have blood.

FireFly stood there still smiling even though Kota was coming at him with amazing strength, the blood had formed in disc form again floating right infront of FireFly. As the spear hit the disc the blood stopped the spear almost completely but FireFly let the spear budge it just enough so that the blood made contact with the wraps on FireFly's chest. From Kota's last attack FireFly knew he couldn't be without more defense, so FireFly made the blood disc disperse into the wraps on his chest. Upon the spear dispersing Kota was already upon FireFly but something felt off.... something felt oddly familiar. FireFly turned his head in curiosity to see what it was, his heart almost stopped in an uneasy surprise... it was a very old friend of his. FireFly took the blow from the aura claws, only feeling the pressure from Kota's impact. The wraps dulling it down to a tolerable tap since Kota wasn't making that attack be a through and through but more of a pierceing hit. Almost at the same time Kota's dagger was soaring towards FireFly's throat again. FireFly being snapped back to the duel at hand, caught the man's wrist infront of him and pulled it to the side bringing up his left knee to make Contact with Kota's abdomin, but this time bringing in the green disc was to make this an attack.

Upon impact the space time control in the disc pressurized the air around it sending an exceedingly powerful blast into Kota's stomach knocking the man unconcious and into the air a few feet. FireFly looked up to Kota's body and moved under it to catch Kota on his shoulder, the dagger had been knocked out of the Red Blades hand and came down shortly after the body did. Firefly let the make shift blood wrapped swords he still held onto loosen their form and wrap themselves around Kota's dagger. "A nice safe sheath to carry this in." FireFly thought to himself as he turned and began walking towards his friend of old, still uneasy how this would turn out FireFly had many things rushing through his head but the main thought that seemed natural was...

"It's good to see you Kayis."
 
Eva & Sparrow

Finally the storm had been quelled and the blinding light had subsided with the fading of the magic's in the sky. The world was once again bathed in a most befitting grey with a light drizzle breaking up an otherwise monotonous mood. Eva felt the change almost instantly and within a matter of minutes the black eyes had faded to the usual mournful hues, her delicate hands with slender fingers bore little oval nails in the place of talons and the extra eyes had sealed with little more than a faint white line that had shown their presence. Lifting her head from her hands she allowed her muscles to relax, stiff and tight from their time spent in the same position it took her time to persuade them free and longer to get the feeling to return.

Sparrow was freed from the sickle like appendage which flicked lazily out and lifted away, the sound of snapping chitin and the creak of bone was as distant but distinct as the thunder that was now fading from memory. Slowly, inch by inch, the mighty appendage was disappearing back from whence it came, leaving little more than a red mark and a tear in her dress to prove it had ever existed at all. Sparrow had reeled back, taking steps away from her employer and picking up the basket that had been saved and restocked.

Slowly Eva moved to stand, her eyes cast heavenward to gather a sense of time, it was later than she would have liked. The storm had inconvenienced her plans quite spectacularly, with a little help from the blinding knight and her entourage. Glancing over the lip of the roof she could make out no sign of the 'white knight', which seemed rather unfortunate since her friend was still here and the effeminate fae child now lingered against the wall trying to catch his breath. Of course Asa had not been known to fully comprehend the actions of cause and effect in the time Eva had been observing her. Like now, she had come with the intention of 'helping' the spider, she had lingered intent to do so until someone called for help and that part of her brain that seemed to seek excitement pulled her from the roof top without a word to her friends. There were so many variables, so many things that could go wrong but she seemed to take no heed of them in her pursuit to be a just hero of the town. Eva couldn't help but wonder if Asa had even considered the thief's relative innocence or the effects chasing him down would have. The city was an intricate web and one had to be careful where they touched it but Asa just seemed to blunder through almost without care.

"Sparrow." Came the woman's silky tones, there was a hint of beauty within the darkness of her tones, a mysterious quality that held some allure to the right kind of person. The little girl answered almost immediately, returning to the spiders side and offering her the basket, which Eva took without much ceremony. "It is time for you to go, the streets will soon dance with battle and bathe in blood. You should be tucked up before then." Sparrow looked somewhat aghast but darned not question the Spider woman, though she did seem to hesitate longer than she'd like. The spider dropped her gaze to the girl and repeated, "Run along now child." Sparrow didn't need telling twice, she nodded enthusiastically and darted off, slipping easily from the roof and disappearing beyond Eva's senses.

It would be starting soon, if it hadn't already, which was such a shame as she had so dearly hoped to find herself a vantage point from which to watch the chaos. She had dearly hoped to watch their little 'guild' be put through their paces and watch Wolfsin bleed, he didn't experience pain half as much as she hoped. Not of course that she wished him any ill will or want him dead mind but his suffering soothed her troubled soul. A vain part of her desired to take part, she heard the others thought they had a master of webs, what wonderful joy she would have taken in proving them utterly wrong. However, let the brutes play their games, she had done her part in discovering this little coup de'etat and relaying the information on to her esteemed guild leader. All there was left for her to do was await the outcome, someone would die tonight though, she could smell it in the air.

Distracted from her thoughts the mage and the fae boy were still lingering, it must have taken quite the effort to stop the weather and alter it. Though leaving a person this weak and helpless after she could not imagine it to be worth it, how easy it would be for her to reach out and break his neck, strangle his bird and pluck it clean. Though Eva was quite used to ignoring the darker thoughts she had, that desperate savage side that beckoned to be released was an ever gnawing presence in her mind. She had yet to give into it more than a couple of times and each had ended quite differently but there was a power, a rage built in there that concerned her and she could not just 'let go' without thought or consideration.

Eva did not feel she owed the fae a word of gratitude, it was quite clear that this show had been for another's benefit and that Eva's recuperation was a fringe benefit at best. Considering she was but a pawn in a game that she had long given up on there was no thanks to be had. That said she was not, as rumours suggested, without a heart and had stoically decided to remain on the rooftop until the fae could regain himself enough to continue his pursuit. While true the mage still lingered and he was likely more capable in a direct fight than she was two heads were still better than one. The middle aged mage was a member of her guild but she made no obvious attempt to converse with him, as she did not with the white woman. Aside from when relaying information or hunting together they spent little time in one another's company and Eva did not waste words on those she did not think would be interested to hear them.

In pursuit of entertainment Eva's eyes scanned the roof tops, she had not forgotten the sensation at the back of her mind, like fingernails against her throat. Still it lingered which meant the eyes she felt on her still lingered in some place nearby. The hunter was clearly quite skilled, for Eva had sensed no vibrations nor heard any tell tale sound, even the scent alluded her and her keen eyes swept the area she could see to little avail. She did not appreciate the feeling of being prey, it was rare something could actually make her feel that way and worse when she could not spot the source and deal with it. Though the spider didn't look flustered, far from it the porcelain features of the woman seemed hardly to have changed from before she was cowering to the present.

As she stood what little light there was caught in the dew drops that clung to the fabric of her dress, a rare sight to see was the intricate mutli-layered, each strand woven with time and patience until all there was was an opaque, skin tight fabric. Finally the fae seemed to move and her eyes turned from the potential predator to the creature she had half-heartedly considered prey. She waited for no word or explanation, no gesture or joke. As he straightened his back the woman left.

Although unlike Asa, Eva did not seem rushed nor hurried despite her swift movements, she was not encumbered by heavy metal either so her movements were more fluid and graceful. She moved like liquid night, mounting the lip of the wall and disappearing across roof top tiles with the agile grace that was usually reserved for elf kind or indeed the fae children. She cast no backward glance or backward thought to those behind her there was much to do and far too little time to get it done in.

As dainty feet alighted on the rough dirt of a shaded alley she finally checked her fruit, the apple was ruined, bruised upon one side with a rip in its skin. It would no more do for a gift than it would for eating and she, without halting or slowing her stride, handed it off to the first hungry faced beggar she saw as she left the shadowy comfort of the alley. Uncertain where the second one had wound up she required new apples and thus made her way across the market street as the shops began to close up for the evening. The fruit stand was the last to close, all the unsold produce having to be loaded back onto a wagon and she made her arrival as the man was taking stock of the last of his goods.

It took little time to get him to stay his hand a moment and she perused the fruit for one suitable enough to be gifted. All were trash for the prospect of a gift, holding hints of green or yellow and not the vivid blood hue she'd hoped to find. As she was all but ready to give up her fingers stumbled upon the perfect fruit and she paid the man without hesitation. As the clatter of a cart made its way from town she made her own way deeper into the city, there was only one apple and that meant only one would get a gift.

Wolfsin by end of eve would have had his fill of red and if the blood of men did not slake his appetite for the colour he had his red to tend his wounds and nurse him to health. He had no use for more red and further she wondered if he'd even accept it, their 'relationship', what was left of it after his unfortunate reaction, was hardly on comfortable terms yet. So it made the decision rather easy, if she could only bring herself to do it. He would get the fruit...
 
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[fieldbox="Pascal 'Poe' Pendaris, turquoise, dashed, 10, georgia"]@Key Tuzi @commiepumpkin @DANAsaur
[bg=#404040]"Pascal my sweet, watch over the tavern for a bit, will you? Cammie and I have a long list of orders to fill tonight and I have yet to bother Crys about our stunning costumes for the upcoming festival. Maybe later I'll steal you away from all the noise to get your measurements taken~"

"Yes, of course." Her eyebrows then furrowed at the words "festival" and "costumes." "Mao..." she said but before she could protest any further the elf woman was taken aback as Mao sat on her lap like a playful kitten and planted a kiss on her cool forehead. Heterochromia eyes opened wide but mostly from embarrassment. Quickly, her hand shot up and pretended to push up on her glasses just to avoid awkward eye contact from her behalf. However, Poe's hand wasn't big enough to cover her entire face and so bright red cheeks had made it apparent that she was uncomfortable with being touched in an affectionate manner even from women...beautiful women. After all this time, Pascal should be used to Mao's mannerisms but she has yet to do so. The distraction soon faded as Mao gracefully slid off from her lap and walked her way towards the large staircase. "Mao!" she called after her but it wasn't loud enough to carry over and so the sound of her voice had drowned amongst the rowdy crowd within Comatose Keep. Soon after, Mao made her dramatic exit and disappeared to speak with Crystal.

Knowing Mao, she was going to request something alluring which was great for her but.... Pascal doesn't DO "sexy". Worst of all was that she had to perform in front of a large audience and that was not going to be good. The festival hasn't even begun and already she was in a state of a panic and worry. The restless workaholic gripped on the table with porcelain hands, rested her head on the bar table and then rolled her forehead from side to side as she groaned in dramatic-anguish. Poe could now feel herself hyperventilating at the mere thought of standing in front of them all. There was no way that she was going to be able to get out of that performance, especially when Camrian asked her to do it. It was a tradition that the leader and her seconds participate in the grand festival plus all of Kalt was expecting them to perform. The flustered scholar tried her best to quiet her nerves by closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly through pursed lips. "Serianna, help me..." she murmured under her breath in a desperate tone and then sat back up straight at the sound of Skylan's voice which she had completely forgotten about.

"My apologies, Lady Pen. I fear the purity of this beverage has been wasted on sour words. One moment."

"It's alright, Skylan" she said tiredly.

Luckily, Skylan was there to save the day with a hot mug of tea. The platinum blonde elf showed her gratitude by smiling weakly at him. Cold fingers grabbed hold of the mug and slowly slid it across the table towards her miserable self. She blew on it twice without gusto and then took a sip. The heat from the tea warmed her body as it slid down her throat and for a brief moment had managed to forget about that scary-performance scenario.

Pascal smiled with her eyes while taking another sip before answering him. "I will continue to occupy myself so I won't have to think about that dreaded festival performance...I get nervous just thinking about it," she finished off with one hand holding her mug and the other tiredly rubbing on her temple. "Although, I should try to sleep," she sighed and put her mug down, "I've had a long day..." the more tired that she was the easily flustered and worried she would get, "but I do have some new projects I need to work on..." her voice trailed off as Mao's voice filled her ears. Crystal had then appeared at the bar and shortly after, Thomas as well.

"Hello hello, I'm here to ruin everybody's fun by insisting that the costumes can't make us flash the audience, borderline or otherwise, regardless of whatever Mao may or may not have insisted was ok."
"And before you inevitably tell me that that is exactly what she told you to design, I'm going to need Skylan to boil me a pot of that black tea I had imported last week, please and thank you."


"As much as I love Mao...Thomas, I whole heartedly concur with your suggestion." She then grabbed hold of her tea again which was like her security blanket, "I really am not looking forward to the festival's performance," she said quietly with the mug resting on her lips and then proceeded to drink her sorrows away with more tea. When she set her mug back down it was practically empty.

She then turned to Crystal, "so what did Mao have in mind for our costumes this year?" she asked.

Pascal had an idea but she wasn't sure she was brave enough to wear it. If the girls knew about it though then they would definitely encourage her and will most likely not hear the end of it until she actually wore it. Pascal sat on the stool patiently waiting for Crystal's reply as she continued to think about her own costume ideas.
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Crystal Blacthorne

As Crystal observed the crowd with a drink in hand, whistle caught her attention as the tired accountant sauntered his way towards her; wearing the clothes she specifically designed for him.

She remembers each and every one of her customers by the way they dressed or the way they wear her designs. All of her designs are never the same, and always specially customized for them. She believes that clothes are a symbol of individuality and uniqueness so why should they wear the same clothing? Only those with poor fashion sense.

"A--" Crystal was rudely interrupted by Thomas when she's about to answer his question by ordering Skylan to boil a pot of tea. "How rude!" she exclaimed, hating to be cut off.

The simple statement Pascal made her gasped, quickly grabbing the poor girl's shoulders and shaking her harshly "Are you hearing yourself correctly? You are not looking forward to the performance?!"


She was horrified, aghast. How can she say that when Crystal can clearly hear it? It's as if telling her that her designs are unworthy to be seen by the spectators.

"You young lady are going to wear something spectacular and fabulous! I'm sure once I'm finished with my designs, you'll look forward to the performance!" she huffed, determined to change Pascal's mind.


"As for Mao's designs it will be daring, as usual but I'll make sure each and every one of you will be comfortable and proud wearing it" she looked at Thomas and Pascal. She can clearly remembered the past costume incident with Thomas which always made her giggle. "Now, Pascal, I decided that you're costume will be bold but modest. Not much skin showing but will have massive sultry appeal. Anyway, before I do that, I'm sure you got a few costume ideas in mind. Care to tell me about it?"
 
7:28Pm (Kyra Screams in Pain)
"Eeahhhhh!"

"Kyra?" Kain looked frantically past Jaden's shoulders, to find Kyra bleeding profusely. She lay on the ground scooting away from Revion as he closed the distance. Kain moved to try and save her, tightening his grip on his Greatsword he shouted another spell as he came down upon Revion's Rapier."Shatter!" he felt no resistance, none at all. and then he felt nothing but the finest pain as a needle the size of a sword pierced right through his chest, just barely dodging his heart. Kain fell to the ground. Revion scowled as Kain fell "Tsk, to far to the left." He flicked the blood from his rapier onto the ground and continued on his path towards Kyra.

Kyra cried out in pain holding at her leg. She could hardly move, and now Kain was down too. "Kain just run, get iout of here!" The man next to her roared out in frustration as he held his shoulder. Kain tried to move, but even the slightest bit sent him into a frenzied pain. Kyra looked up to Revion and raised her dagger to the man, in the trembling palm of her hand, she rose the strength enough to lunge out at the man in a desperate attempted to pierce his blackened heart.

Revion stepped off to the side as the woman's pathetic attempt fell short. He was not done and he would make her pay for interrupting a battle against two warriors. Revion turned his head to stare over his shoulder towards Kain. "Watch closely!" Revion lowered the tip of the rapier so that it pierced through the flesh of the woman's stomach, then again through her shoulder as she cried out in pain. He pulled the rapier out of her shoulder and thrust it down one last time, through the left side of her chest and all the way through to the other side. Kyra fell silent at that point and this was no more fun to him, he withdrew the rapier from her chest and flicked the blood back onto the girl. He turned on his heels whistling lightly and began to walk towards the downed deserter.

"Didn't miss that time!" Revion smirked tauntingly towards Kain.
 
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Daedalus Arteria Vs Aundris
A collaboration of the fight between The Fear Mage and The Mage Slayer

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  • Characters Used: Lyra, Azmeryth
  • Weather: Very stormy
Collaborative Post Between @Wolfsin And @Azzy

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Azmeryth stood back from her imprisoned Doll, and smiled as she watched the shadow set an arrow, and aim directly at her toy's heart. It was a fun battle, and she was saddened that it had to end this way, but she knew that they must. The fox awaited the tell tale sound of a loosed arrow, but she was not graced with that sound at all. No...more so the sound of blades. As she looked around, she could see that blades surrounded her, and the fox braced herself readying to shield her body from the inevitible impact, but the blades did not come down on her. They flew towards Lyra, and slashed away from thorny shackles. The fox blinked, and stared at the the smiling Doll whose attention was taken by the trio who had arrived. The leader, the gladiator, and their Matron. Hmm, this could prove to be a problem. The fox sighed, and was about to address the Doll who was clearly more hyped than she had been before, but her sensitive ears were suddenly ringing with the sound of a deafening scream, and it belonged to a voice she knew well. Her fur bristled at the sound, and caused bumps to rise on her skin, and for the first time she was scared to turn and see what had happened. So, she kept her eyes on the doll, and readied herself for what was sure to be the real battle.

The slightest moment of distraction was all that was needed however. Lyra moved like a swift wind, and before Azzy's attention could entirely focus on Lyra again, a sharp blade grazed the soft flesh along Azzy's side. A painful deepend purple mark remained where the cut had landed. Lyra lunged again, a new level of morale was found in the womans sadistic eyes.

The Doll was upon her before she could fully focus once more, and upon her side she felt the burn of a blade cutting her flesh. Shit. Azmeryth jumped away from the Doll who was soon coming at her once more, and it was then that the fox realized the new found vigor in the girl. She was faster, fiercer, and had the thirst to land strikes upon the fox's body. She couldnt allow anymore. The fox's speed hastened just as the doll's then, wind pushing her feet faster, her steps further and with the aid of her natural born speed, and fleetness she was again faster than the Doll by mere seconds. They danced for a few more moments, Lyra moving in the strike and Azzy moving out to dodge...until the beautiful glint of black caught the fox's eye. She chanced a glance to the side only to see Elite's bow upon the ground, and it was then that she realized what she would do. Azmeryth choreographed the dance towards the bow, dodging where was needed, and moving closer to the weapon until she was able to bend, and grasp it in her hands. In a split second decision, she then turned towards the Doll who was coming in fast, aimed, and drew back the string. She lacked arrows, but she had equipped her fire, and from her hand flowed the beautiful flame in the shape of an arrow, one that was loosed directly at Lyra, and with the aid of wind to help it's speed, that arrow moved with the speed of a lone bolt of lightning.

Lyra's eyes widened, a look of fear, the acknowledgement that she'd been caught out filled her expressions as she tried to duck to the side. The arrow, the burning arrow was far too fast for that. A sudden shriek of pain filled the air then as blood fell from the woman's side. her dress was ripped and her flesh burned. Lyra used the aura beneath her feet to bounce far enough away from Azzy then; a horrible decision but one that she'd done on instinct, as a small incantation passed the girls lips and she flung up a set of knives at her garter. The knives floated for only a second before soaring from her, the three of them soaring forward to impale the sly little fox that had marred her perfect flesh.

When Azmeryth heard the satisfying sound of a pain filled shriek, her icy blue eyes found the frightened ones of her beloved Doll. Lyra had lept far back from the fox who had gained a new weapon in this battle, and from the doll's lips spilled an incantation. The fox watched as daggers appeared, and floated next to the girl only to be shot towards her. The fox immediately moved ducking under one of the daggers, and moving to the left to dodge the other two which were sent slightly off course due to lack of focus. Probably because of the new found anger Lyra had found within. Azmeryth grasped the bow in her hands tightly, brought it up, and drew back the string to her cheek. Aiming towards the Doll, she set the fox fire arrows, three this time, and around the arrows formed the sheet of wind which would help them soar. Azmeryth loosed those arrows, and then lept high into the air using wind as steps to reach the rooftop of a building only to loose another volley of three arrows from above towards the doll.

Rough and heavy breaths passed Lyra's lips as she tried to focus her magic, but the fox was too damn fast! Another arrow lit the ensuing darkness of the sky and Lyra dodged to the right only to be met with one of the burning arrows right through her shoulder. She yelped out, then bit her lip causing a trickle of blood to fall down her dress as she slipped a spell of air around her to just barely deflect the final arrow. her eyes sought after Azzy, but when she found the fox it was already with her in her next action.

Lyra watched as three more of the infernal fire arrows rained down upon her, and only with the grace found in a hastened step was she able to barely dodge and dance a pattern around the arrows. her hands fell in front of her and an orb of energy formed. her orb turning to that of two flaming wolves that phased from existence, only to appear moments after chasing Azzy on the rooftops. Lyra fell to her knees and tried to stunt the bleeding, a blaze forming in her hand as she pressed it to the wound at her shoulder. Tears fell like rain. The pain of smoldered flesh came together in one shrill shriek, that She let loose to the sky, and just as Azzy moved to dodge the wolves the building she stood upon crumbled under the pressure of Lyra's screech.

Azmeryth was again gifted with the sound of pain, and she knew that she had hit her mark. The fox watched as the Doll evaded her second volley of arrows only to summon upon the fox her pets. Azmeryth was now being pursued by these wolves, and she soon found herself bounding from rooftop to rooftop, and then after a few moments of meaningless chase and the fall of the building she was on, she took to the air, wind stepping, and evading the wolves...until she caught sight of the fallen Doll. The fox was done playing games at this point, and with a sudden wave of air, she pushed the wolves back from her. The skies above her swirled her eyes glowing a very bright blue as an angry storm began to surround her. Thunder boomed, and Azzy, pulling the string of Elite's bow back once more aimed. Lightning shot from the clouds, and struck her, but she was not harmed. From her hand flowed the brilliant blue flames embued with the bolts of electricity. It crackled, and danced with the flame just before she loosed three arrows directly at Lyra.

The Wolves dissipated, the wind trying her fire, and her focus failing with the pain from all that had happened. Lyra could only stare weakly at the incoming rain, the falling death that came from the sky. She watched every motion as if it were the greatest play she'd ever been present for. it was a tragedy, the fox was a hero, and she the villain in this fairytail. Deep golden eyes followed the surging electric, and only once did they look back to catch the man she considered a father; Kayis' gaze. Her eyes closed as the Lightning came down upon her, the wrath of the storm contained in three deathly arrows that would kill her on the spot.

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Arias
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~Wolfsin and Elite~


Deep set golden eyes met with each other for what seemed like hours as the two warriors strafed with each other. Elite did his best to try and flank, but whenever he would lung in to strike with his sword, the weapon was easily deflected with a flick of Arias' wrist. Both leaders knew well the man that had been powerful enough to be named one of the Grand Lord Class, for as long as they had been int he city of guilds, the Blades had only ever had one that they considered to be powerful enough aside from the guild leader Kayis himself, and the blades mysterious Matron.

Wolfsin let out a roar lunging inward as he brought down a mighty swing of his sword to bare his weight against that of Arias' shield, but the maneuver was not enough. Arias moved and used the very edge of his shield to deflect the swords path before his body arced inward and the slightest buzz of wind against the metal of his blade could be heard, the tip of the weapon piercing wolfsin just slightly at the shoulder.

Elite capitalized leaping in as he met with Arias' blade head on. His sword met again with the Gladiator's thrice more even after, the skill between the two warriors of speed and ferocity portrayed for all to see in an elegant clash of steel. Wolfsin recovered quickly enough and rushed in again, this time brandishing his sword to the side he swept upwards; forcing Arias to spin to the side, as he deflected Elite's weapon and dodged Wolfsin's. The Gladiator was potentially the most powerful swordsman that either of them had ever met. It didn't stop them.

Wolfsin moved in again before singing a silent hymn to himself which created a powerful aura of light blue around him. This time the strength of his sword meeting with the shield sent Arias back quite easily. Elite capitalized immediately after as his body vanished; faded to shadow he reappeared only seconds after at Arias' side. The sleek looking obsidian blade of the Darkmoon came up in a powerful arc, and only barely was the gladiator able to deflect a more devastating blow. Still they found out that day, that the legendary warrior of the blades was mortal.

A low growl left the Gladiator's mouth, as he took his stance once more, but this time he appeared much more relaxed. His body limber as he stepped up to the two of them.

Elite was the first to attack, a roar of a battle-cry sounded out simultaneous with the sound of silence that came with Elites blade. Wolfsin's power surging now through his sword his steps were as light as air as he brought the weapon around again; this time with the power to destroy anything in its path. His strike was absolute, and Elite was ready to attack at the flank, the two brothers of the Darkmoon attacked simultaneously, and so too did they miss.

The sway of each of their weapons veered away, as Arias came around and landed a fell slash across Wolfsin's stomach. Elite attempted to lunge inward hidden under the cloaking of shadows, but even his attack swayed to far to the right, and Arias' shield slammed into the Shadow's face knocking him back. Wolfsin recovering came in again, but the attack was the same and Arias slipped around the attack bringing his knee up into Wolfsin's gut as he sent the white haired wolf rendered to his back.

Elite moved in again whilst the Gladiator appeared distracted, but even the most precise attack was useless with a single sway of Arias' gladius. A low growl rumbled in Wolfsin's throat, followed by the shrill sound of Charm as her voice caught Wolfsin's attention. All at once the sounds were joined, and his anger boiled over... his eyes turning a moonlit pale, darkened, his muscles bulged out, and he felt the moon at its most primal upon his flesh. The only thing that stopped him was the sound of Charm's tears against the stone as he calmed down and did his best to trust in his comrades. The fight would not end like this, not now!


 
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Collab between @Wolfsin and @Sinopa
Characters: Kanari, Galin, Cade, Kyra, Revion

Kanari looked over her shoulder towards her giant of a teammate. Her victory wouldn't have ensued if it weren't for Galin. She skipped over to the man and gave him a large smile.
"H…" Before she could speak a shriek rang through the air bringing her attention to the source. "What in the world?" Galin could hear it too, his gaze shot up as he looked out to see Kyra cornered in the alley. Kain was also down. A low grumbled formed in his throat as he started towards that way, but the sound of boisterous laughter held him in place.

"Hahaaahha.."

From behind them the long haired goliath of a man. The Blade known as Cade rose up and with him; his wicked greatsword.
"Looks like Revion is having his fun with your comrade over there. And, your Guild masters don't seem to be having too much fun either." His voice was taunting, but he was right.

Another sound caught the attention. Charm released a shrill cry as she ran to her companion. Raiju had a harsh gash through his side, the mark of an arrow that just barely missed its target. The young Flower began to use her energies to heal the creature as best she could.

Galin looked up, and thought to throw his staff at the archer, but just before he did Derhizen intercepted the man's next arrow aimed for charm. The wicked Blade's Archer's attention was drawn again. Galin turned back to Kanari, and offered a smile, and then to Cade. The smile faded. "You're a cocky bastard aren't you. If you think our leaders, the unbeatable duo, will lose to your dancing gladiator, then you are entirely wrong! Just like.. I..."

"Yeah!" Kanari cut in, placing herself between the blades and the Snowflake. "We are the Darkmoon Mercenary's strongest warriors! We were unbeatable when we started and we remain unbeatable!" She meant to have a serious look on her face to reinforce her words, but the phoenix couldn't hide the grin tugging at her lips from finally having a cool speech to say. Her aura and flames burned bright though, to add more of an impact.

'Rude Kanari.." Galin teased receiving a small giggle from the girl, then shifted his staff in his left hand. His eyes found those golden orbs of Cade. "Whatever the case lets finish this one fast so we can help our friends."

Cade didn't wait for the two of them to finish their reunion before his lips started to move, and instantly at either side of Galin a mud like cloned version of Cade appeared bringing his sword around like a deathly guillotine to cleave the giant in half. Galin turned and destroyed the right one at his own side, but the clones were too fast for him to deal with the one at their left. Luckily Kanari was quicker, a glowing hand of pink aura and fire slammed into the center of the clone's back just before the blade could touch the towering man, then she jumped in the air and spun kicked the side of the clone head sending it flying away. She landed gracefully on the ground and threw her arms up sticking the landing.

"Ha! Come on, I know you're stronger than that! Please try to keep me awake for this, will you?"

Cade smirked, not caring that the girl thought she was so easily victorious. His free hand rose up and the ground rose with it turning to sharpened spike aimed at the two of them. Kanari pressed forward, flipping over the shard before pushing against it to shoot towards the man. Cade charged forward and focusing power into his blow he flung his sword outward to send a wave of sharpened rocks layered and tiered to destroy the two of them. At the swing of his sword she spun midair and pushed up from the ground over the wave of shards. His blade found its path as he instantly was upon them again, and his fury shown in his second slash. each slash like the last rumbled the ground to set forth powerful stone spikes. The Magus point of the blades was finally beginning to show through, and Cade was one of the eldest of the Blades. he would not go down easily. Every step, every attack sent forth the stone, and his will to bury them became more and more realized. With each strike.

With each swing she was pushed further back until she was once again where she started. The thought of great pillars of fire shooting up from the ground was alluring, but she knew it wouldn't be smart for her to do that. Strategy was definitely needed here. She ran closer to her partner until she was at his side.
"Ga..." Another wave of ground interrupted her. She gave a growl as her arms flew forward throwing out a blast of fiery blaze towards the shards directly infront of them causing it to erupt leaving a cloud of dirt in the air.
"Galin, throw me!" She exclaimed quietly.

A silent sound of recognition could be heard, as Galin flung his staff around. "Grab hold, and just as Kanari did, Galin used the force of a giant to fling her lithe little body like a dart past all the obstacles. Cade was mid swing as she soared towards him. The phoenix flew forward, Cade's sword out as he swung. She saw the opening and took it, holding her arms forward and rammed into to the blade. She then flipped to her feet and jumped back. Without a pause her hands were held out as a burst of fire shot out towards the man.

Cade stomped only just in time creating a thick sheet of dirt to collect the fire and disperse it around him like a shell, before the massive man Charges through his own walls. The mud and stone collected around him, and soon Cade was in a full set of armor as he brought his sword up to try and cleave the phoenix right up the middle. Galin was too fast for that to happen. The monstrous looking man met with the now stone giant and His fist shattered Cades Armor along the face area, also sending Cade barreling into the tavern that was next to them.
"Don't you think about touching my phoenix!" Galin roared out then brought his staff down just in time to clash with a powerful might against Cade's greatsword.

Kanari watched the stone beast tumble into the building with a look of surprise on her face. A light pink brushed her cheeks at her partner.
"D'awww thanks." She giggled as she ran closer to the two.

Cade stood up and pushed Galin back; a feat worthy of recognition. Then the two giants clash, surprising almost on equal footing. Up until this point, it had been questionable as to why this goliath sized blade was chosen as one of the best of that guild. Up intil now. Cades Sword bared against that of Galin's Staff, and then passing through the defense, Galin could not hold his own the blade slashed him deep along Galin's chest. The two warriors backed up again and Galin tightened his muscles around his chest, so to stunt the bleeding.
"Ahh been a good while since I've bled like a normal man. Kanari, we cannot defend his attacks, that is the ability to this man's sword." A wave of pure white began surround Galin, his aura and ki mixing as he let it actually show. not something very common. his eyes glowed a bright white, and his muscles tightened up. the swirling white aura consuming the earth below sent the rocks to float around him almost suspended in mid air. Galin was preparing to get serious with this fight, again. Something only few had ever seen.

The phoenix watched as the two wrestled, trying to find an opening to strike, but she felt like only a kid watching two grown men fight.
The shapeless aura around her limbs sharpened. "Who needs to defend when you have speed on your side." The dusk elf stood behind Cade, so the two bright knights were on either side of him.
"Ha! Galin we're knights in shining armor! Literally!" She laughed before pushing forward against the ground and charging the man. She aimed a flurry of quick open hand strikes towards Cade's armored back, hoping to at least feel out the armor.

Even as fast as the Goliath was; Cade could never hope to keep up with the rapid strikes against his armor, and soon the metal crumbled. As it flaked from him piece by piece and became sharp glass like razors that scattered and twisted around him aimed to eviscerate Kanari at close range. Meanwhile Galin lunged in whilst Cade was distracted, surging forward his hefted his mighty shoulder into Cades ribs which sent a pulse of ki all the way through Cade's body. The depth of power forcing a full vomit of blood to leave Cade's depths. Golden eyes met those of silver as the man collapsed to his knees and the magic around him faded. Only when the deep and menacing gold aura surround Cades body did the two realize the fight was not yet over. Cade rose to his feet after that releasing his sword as he lunged inward at Galin, their Hands met in a clash of power that destroyed the streets surrounding them,a nd the wall to the tavern. Galin looked to Kanari with a side glance. Mouthing the words. "finish it."

Kanari nodded at her comrade then jumped back and closed her eyes. She knew she had to be quick, so she concentrated hard. Her palms pointed at their enemy as she let out a breath. Her focus was completely on Cade's body as she felt the heat inside of him. She took a moment to get familiar with it, twitching a finger to slightly move it unnoticeably, making sure she had a good grasp on it before she continued her attack. Finally her fingers slowly began to clinch, forcing the heat to slowly burn hotter. At first it would seem like something simple as overexerting himself due to his fight with Galin, but then it would rise to feel like a fever. He would soon feel groggy and thirsty, as water would begin evaporating. Then dizziness would set in as dehydration made itself known. She raised his heat just a bit more until he was too dizzy and exhausted to stand. His vision blurred from the edges, then slowly fade into darkness. She let out a heavy breath as her arms dropped to her side, then gave Galin a smile.

Though she could have easily ended the blade's life, Kanari always hated killing, even when someone deserved it. She frowned at the passed out body, when the battle was over she would have to give him some water, or else he actually would die.

Galin smirked at his little companion, and his aura started to die down. His eyes returning to a normal shade of steel like grey. Another sound could be heard from Kyra and his eyes found her, slowly scooting away from a man. Kanari's eyes followed Galin's catching sight of the woman.
"Kanari! you will be faster." Galin nodded towards the Blade wielding his rapier. "I'll relieve our bosses!" Like that Galin took off almost bull rushing full force past anything that would get in his way. He was barreling towards the fight with the two guild masters.

"Right." She replied as she charged towards the source of the noise.
"Leave her alone!" She yelled as she pushed hard against the ground when she reached the man and used all the momentum she gathered to sock Revion square in the face sending the man flying into the wall next to him. Kanari pulled back her fist then, and placed herself between him and Kyra. Kyra looked up though her vision seemed faint, it was the last she could do before her body once again gave in on her and she lay in a pool of her own blood. Kanari called over to Charm. "She needs help!"

The luck of the Darkmoon was failing, with the arrival of Kayis and the grand-lord class blades. Galin rushed as fast as he could, and perhaps that insistence to save this fight was what destroyed him. All at once, tiny yet deep lacerations formed over the giant's body and over 26 different cuts along the muscle tissue caused a pool of blood to fall from the man's body. His legs weakened and he slipped to rest on his knees. Galin coughed up blood in pools on the ground as he did his best to grasp what air he could feel still. The pain was insurmountable, and only luckily had he been able to notice the thin bladed threads weaved before him, and adjust his body enough that it hadn't but clipped few vital organs. Galin cursed his luck, and right before his body gave in on him and he passed out he heard the voice of the enemy leader.
 
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Halo Vs. Lainthorn

"Hmm I wonder who will be my opponent this day."

A woman with snow white hair, and a sizable figure to her passed through the streets. By this point the majority of the blades had already chosen opponents, and all of the silly little Knights were taken. "good." She couldn't resist the thrill of battle, and so it would seem that one of the poor knights would have an unexpected guest very soon.

Out of the corner of her eye Halo could see one that looked like she belonged to their clan ; yet this one was the little pearl of the Darkmoon she'd heard their leader harbored. She was as good as dead facing Tirian.

Halo didn't wait for a confirmation, and with a single step her movement became a blur of white, her hair falling behind her as she dashed to catch the woman Charm from behind. She had no intention of letting the girl live even past her first strike.

Lianthorn saw the Blade go for Charm and he saw a blind spot so he sprinted for this oppertunity, but at this time the Blade was able to see the glint of his eerie blade coming for her and evaded his thrust. He was amazed that she could keep up with his speed, so he took off his large blade from his back and planted it into the ground and began to introduce himself to the Blade in a eagar way. "You are one of the first to keep up with me so i'll gladly introduce myself. I am the infamous White Shadow."

"And I care?"

Halo smirked flinging her swords to each side, they glinted with an obsidian gleam. Her eyes held the same deathly glare that her swords implied. "Name or otherwise it means nothing from a dead man who stands in the way of my prey. Now die.. little shadow."

Halo stepped toward Lianthorn now, and her next movements were near blurred behind the cloak of her absolute speed, a razor of deathly blades was all that could be seen as powerful white arcs that came in simultaneously aimed to cleave the little ninja in half. The fool had picked the wrong opponent.

At this point Lianthorn's face began to glow with bloodlust a large eerie smile spread upon his face. Slowly he leans forward; moving his hand back and placing it upon the second dagger's handle, and begins to draw the weapon. Then he saw her dash at him, but Lian wasnot surprised. In fact he could keep up easly with her movements. Precise eyes followed her blade and he knew that she was going for his mid-section. With a professional easeLianthorn moved both his daggers in the way of her blades and blocked them both smirking at the Blade from behind his weapons.

Halo wouldn't fail her assault so easily, in fact the boy had fallen for it. Whether she hit or not, he would only be able to keep up for so long. Swiftly her hand moved again, but there was not a threat to her movement, not a noticable one. Her sword came down against the man's defense, then again with the other sword. Then again. And again. More and more her strikes fell against the metal of his blades on purpose leaving him no time at all to switch up his stance. And with each strike, the speed in which the next strike followed was insurmountable to the last. A blur didn't describe her after she'd battered Lianthorns blades several times, her body was moving so fast with each strike that even the trained eyes of a monk could never keep up.

Then out of nowhere, her body shifted away, but even before Halo had finished her full spin her blades whirled around in a deathly arc; one after the other with a razor like fluid motion. Before the attacks could even be seen as finished she was swinging from the opposite side,the Blade Dancer of the Blades of Eriargon was now in full swing. Her dance of death had begun.

Lianthorn was astound out of no were she began to get faster and faster with every swing. At this point he realized that she was not going to be just a normal opponent. Now he began to get irittated with her relentless bombardment of strikes. So he put a bit of aura into his arms and eyes so with the next strike he swung back and knocked her back a bit and his temper began to grow. With this he rushed aura all through his body upping all his strength andpounced at her and started a fierce bombardment of attacks.

It was childs play for Halo to weave around and dance between the foolish boy's strikes. She was veteran and while he looked to have talents, she was growing faster and faster with each sway of her arms that she made, and her legs adapted to that speed. She was a white fairy in a garden of blades, and every delicate step threatened a new cut upon her porcelain flesh.

Blow for blow she deflected his attacks gaining more and more speed, she suddently was a shadow of her former self and her blade glided as so through the air, slashing through his guard. It would have nearly cut his gut out if not for the solid force of aura that deterred the blow leaving only the slightest slash an inch into the flesh of the assassins side.

After taking this blow he realized he needed to clear his mind and calm down. He began to realize he was having trouble keeping up with her and needed a more defensive stance in this battle. So he began to harden his arua into a strong shell that molded tightly around his skin and then a soft pillow like substance on top to soften the blow to protect himself from the fast blows he was recieving.

"Huh, so you are a little bit more than what you seem. Clever disguise elf."

Halo announced before sliding back from the impact of the shell to her blades. "Hmm I wonder how many times it will take for my blades to crash against the damned aura of yours before it shatters around you. You see we have a Dusk elf in our group as well, and whenever him and I fight, that turns out to be... his down fall. It takes quite a bit of energy to keep that shell up for long... but anyways... my time is up."

Before any reaction could be made, she was upon him again, this time faster than even before. Her blades were faster than sound now, light followed behind their movement, and like a deathly boulder sized hail storm her sword came down again and again over top of the shell-like barrier. "By the way dead man I am Halo. That is the name I'll be sure to enscribe when naming the reason for your death!"

"Well Halo thanks for giving me your name. Although dont lump me with that oaf over thereI'm no ordinary dusk elf, unlike most I focused all my time on enhancing my aura magic. I can keep this sheild up for days and with harder hits than this. I'll be fine, so I'd appreciate it if you woud stop calling me a dead man you bitch." Then Lianthorn mustered enough extra aura and put it in his eyes to at least see a bit of the blades and block them the best he could. Then he saw his chance and found an opening in her attack and when she swung for his head he ducked and in a swift motion kicked her in the chin stunning her. At this time he took the chance and knocked away one of her blades.

Halo shot backwards, nearly falling on her ass but flinging her body around in a powerful arc at last second to fall back into her stance. The vibration of her weapons seemed to fade in that moment, and weapons that seemed to practically look like air were obsidian swords again, just as they had been before.

Halo cursed under her breath and cast Lianthorn daggers through her glaring eyes. "Impudent little darkmoon mutt. You are a child with a lack of experience that will be the death of you here. I'll not spare you this time."

Halo started in again, this time though a powerful magical aura surrounded her weapons and they grew to be the size of great swords as she came in at him. A double swipe started her powerful combination of attacks once again. Her overbearing weapons baring down on Lianthorn with not a single shred of mercy.

"How dare you call me a child you fucking bitch I'll kill you and when I do I'll take your precious blades as trophies" While taking the blows he began to try to push his aura up when she struck to try to push her back. So when he pushes her back he can knock her on her ass and slice her throat.

Halo met the presure and pushed off from it, just as Lian shot in to try and strike her throat. Halo was an elegant mistress and her body flew as she flipped backwards out of the way of the blade, a Force of pessure forming under her feet with a simple incantation as she shot back inwards and met with Lianthorns blade with the force of a stampede at her reign. She sent him back this time and knocked his weapons to the side,

With a graceful arc of her weapon she came around and aimed a swift slash at Lian's shoulder. Putting aura into his feet Lianthorn dashed at his sword and grabbed it in a swift motion turning around and blocking her swords. Pushing her back then pouncing on her with his oddly shaped greatsword, which looked to be like a giant cleaver, its back edge cerated menacingly. Halo smirked from behind the deathly veil of her weapon, but used the larger version of her sword to swing against the side of Lian's weapon knocking it aside. Her other blade came from under in an upward arc aimed to slash Lian right up the middle. Quickly formng an aura barier to stop the blade Lianthorn takes a huge chop at Halo pushing her back. Halo was relentless sliding alongside of the effortless attack this time she used the hilt of her weapon to push aside the mighty cleaver, holding it away from her as she aimed to impale the assassin with the full length of her weapon. This close there was no chance of escape. Lianthorn realized his situation so he droped his blade and put his aura through out his body to duck the blade and tackle Halo to the ground. After doing so he tried to use the rest of his strength to pin her to the ground.

Halo tumbled to the ground with the pressure of this assassin bearing against her lithe and fragile body. A snarl formed at her lips as she struggled to break free, releasing her weapons she spoke an incantation just as he reached to pin her, and letting her body fill with energy her knee shot up ripping into the mans jewels hard enough to send him flying over her and onto his back. Halo tried to catch her breathing, but the sound of a low grunt, the drastic sound of ripping flesh and pain, told her that their mission was done here.

A curse passed the womans lips as she finally brushed herself off and stood up to look at Lianthorn. "I would have preferred to kill you here, but if I know our lord.. this fight is done. "

Lying on the ground grabing his jewels he said " Ya run little bitch!" Then the thought ran through his mind. Why did she leave?r

He wouldn't have to wait long to find out, a voice called out to all of the blades.
 
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Eva.

There were a hundred reasons this was a terrible idea and every one ran through her head to the sound of her boots upon the ground. Her skirts swirled at her ankles like a dark tempest, the wet fabric clinging in places and each step gave a quite swish and rustle of the sodden fabrics. The people around her parted like the sea to a rock, never touching her, as if on some instinctual primitive level they knew to move out of the way of such an agile predator. Her kind after all were things that had haunted the minds of men for longer than they dare admit, there were few things that could cause the same simple terror than a spider on this planet. A small smirk dared tug at her features, though her eyes never raised from the soft red skin of the apple she held. Once she had passed the gap she created was closed, the sea of bodies who dared test the grey skies and light rain returning to whatever menial task they set out to do.

The path she took had been trod a hundred times by her feet, though not for a while now, it was as familiar to her as the palm of her hand and every street was a line upon it. She navigated curves and corners with an eerie graceful ease and without breaking her gaze on her prize she managed to navigate her way towards where he would likely be. She had made few attempts to contact him since her betrayal, each time had been in the same manner, a small gift deposited where she was sure he'd find it. Of course, she had no way of knowing whether he had found it or not or if one of the other wretches had taken the credit for her gifts. Though not one easily bought he had always been more pleasant to her when she'd bought him something. By now though no doubt there was someone new to take her place, which was a mixed blessing in her mind. If there was a new one it would be so much harder to return if she ever chose to.

Eva didn't truly contemplate her return to the former guild mind, her orders had been very clear, to seduce and kill Wolfsin and in that she had failed. She had let her human heart be wooed with petty words and gentle gestures and been rendered incapable of ending his life, in fact she had begun to care for him as he had her, such dangerous and pointless emotions for an assassin. She could have gone back when Wolfsin turned on her, she could have asked for another chance but fear had kept her away and Wolfsin's gentile tones still intrigued her despite her quiet hatred for the man. She had nearly returned several times, though the fear of the punishment that awaited her kept her at a distance, instead she bought presents and left them unmarked for that man to see in hopes it would quell some of his rage.

He wasn't a bad man, not really, though she doubted Wolfsin would ever see it that way. Of course if she had her way the two would never meet, the Wolf would be bled dry before he got anywhere close. A small mercy for both of them though likely neither would see it that way, it amused her how similar and yet different they were, the two men of her life. Disapproving, prideful, violent when given the opportunity. She couldn't help but wonder if the two would get along if it weren't for Wolfsin's condition. The worst part of her betrayal would be the fact she joined Wolfsin's little guild, that she manipulate the web now for him and made sure that very little could catch him off guard.

Of course she was under no delusion that if her former boss spotted her he would stay his hand, or any from the 'guild before'
would for that matter. Treachery was not to be tolerated and she had barely been accepted before, he and Wolfsin shared the same trait in that neither could really gaze upon her but the latter was a little less vocal about his disdain for her. The guild she was with now were less narrow-minded as well, while they may not have liked her, perhaps not trusted her, they still offered her the respect her position dictated. She was no pup after all and she had served the guild well in her time with them, as today had proven no doubt. While people would bleed today, die even, the toll would be higher if it were not for the information she had found out. She had been a good assassin but she was much better it seemed at finding things out and getting people to speak.

The smell of blood hit her nose and briefly she stilled her feet to cast her gaze towards where the scent was coming from, the battle was in full swing and while she had been bade to stay away by the Wolf part of her was curious to see what was happening with her own eyes. She could hear the shouts and the whimpers, the sound of blade on blade and blade on flesh, the sensitive creature could even feel the vibrations from the fight. There was a flash of lightening and she flinched, shielding her eyes with her arm to try and chase the bright light away, she awaited fearful for thunder but no such boom came and she was rather grateful for it. A cheap conjuring trick by one of the battles participants no doubt, it seemed they were getting some what desperate if they were resorting to such showy tricks.

It mattered little to her which side won, while her guild were the only allies she had she had not formed a bond with many of them of note and those who she had would not full to the Amaris Knight's, as long as their leaders stayed out of proceedings. Blinking the last of the disorientation away she straightened and allowed a silent breath to pass her lips before carrying on, it was no good, she wanted to see and so she whispered in that unspoken tongue of all arachnids to find a suitable host, orders were relayed through a series of pheromones and were accepted by her tiny, robust spies and off they went to fulfill her desires without fault. She would get what she needed to know when she returned and with that issue dealt with she was able to fully focus on her task at hand.

She was drawing closer the main streets giving way to back alleys and the crevices in which people who needed to hide would find themselves. Most women would find it uncomfortable to walk these streets but this was where she had grown, the only fear she felt was for what happened when she arrived at her destination. There was a moment where an unwashed youth stepped forward, brandishing some sharpened lump of metal with the tell tale look of the drug addled in his blood shot eyes. He hissed out some threat or other and Eva's eyes broke from the apple's skin to the youth's face, the earlier smile gone and replaced with a small frown. The drug addled and the spider faced one another for several moments before the boy crumpled like paper, turning white in the face and blue in the lips, the spider queen regained her small smile and stepped over the body of the now convulsing youth, the hand sized black and red spider slipping off of his back and disappearing in the black waves of her skirt. The youth's life or death would be up to the gods but it served as a subtle reminder that the rest of the street vermin took to heart.

Every step was a mixture of trepidation and excitement, a small naive part of her, the part Wolf had preyed upon, hoped in some ways to be caught. She wanted to see his face again, to hear his voice, even if he were angry she wouldn't have cared, she missed him. Though such naivety was kept in check by the cold and rational side of her, to be caught would serve no one any purpose and would hamper her current way of life. She had certain freedom's with the Wolf that she hadn't with her former employer and she wasn't ready to give those up for nostalgia and weakness of the heart, especially after such a painful lesson of what listening to it would get her not too far behind her.

Up ahead she could see her goal, it was something she'd been trained to spot in her first days with the guild. It was the drop off point for many of their jobs, be it to drop off gold, messages or stolen goods or to retrieve orders. The building wasn't anything special but at ground level was as mall window, though from this distance it was merely another set of stone, painted to camouflage to the building this window's job was not to let in light but to act as a hatch for the retrieval of items and the giving of orders.

Carefully she held the fruit, her free hand moving so a silvery thin string like a single strand of hair wove around the stalk of the fruit. Sticky at first it soon came to dry and once dry it was only visible as the light caught it, the spider's web was as strong as steel and flexible as cotton which meant she would not need more than one strand to hold the weight of the apple. Idly she contemplated leaving her signature on the fruit, weaving a piece of lace or a design for her former boss to let him know it was her. Though what need was there for such theatrics? The silken strand itself would be enough to decipher who had sent it and to spend such time and effort on the apple would perhaps convey something she did not intend. Besides she had a dress to fix and work to return to before the wounded and the sick began clogging up their halls.

As she approached the window she noticed in herself that her breath stilled and her heart hammered, a silly notion perhaps but there was an uncertainty in both herself and what would happen that had her truly afraid. As she came along side the window she lowered the apple on its thread and with deft nails allowed it to harmlessly come to a seat on the ground, dropping the thread there after without breaking her stride. She did not wait to see if it were lifted from it's hold or what eyes would be on her in that dark alley. As she moved back towards the light but every sense was tingling, on fire, awaiting any movement so she might be ready and whether those predatory eyes from the roof were still upon her.
 
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  • Characters In Use: Kayis, FireFly, Kota, Ellyollon, Arias
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Firefly approached Kayis slightly scared of how this interaction would take place but decided to take a chance anyways. Reaching out his hand to shake Kayis' own. "It's been too long brother."

For a moment Kayis stood unnattended of attention as if his mind were caught on dragons and fairytails. The familiar voice of a man he'd once knew drew his attention back to the world as he turned and met the deep green eyes of FireFly. Kayis' golden orbs scanned the mans features to find the familiarity he knew, and only when he stumbled upon a scar from so long ago did his lips shift into a smile, and his arms unfurled as he caught the mans hand.

"Well I'll be damned. If not for wolves and their burdening claws, i'd never of recognized you Hotaru." Firefly grew a calming smile relieved by Kayis's reaction, this had gone better then Firefly had hoped. "I'm glad you remembered me, it has been a few decades in our case brother.... i tried going back after i had gained the ability but there wasn't anything there... i'm sorry about your home". Kayis shifted his eyes down to the ground. His fist clenched slightly but before long the same blank nearly heartless stare the man had always had found his lost brother again. "The events of the island are regrettable, but as many have said. Home is where the heart is. I must say, its a tad confusing seeing you here amongst dogs pretending to be wolves. This wont end well for your group brother." "You may be right there Kayis but after I couldn't find you again I wandered and found the leaders of that group and fought alongside them for awhile, they are good people....at least the leaders are, I have no idea about the others. But you also know me, I have improved alot since when I stayed with you and I will keep my allies alive. No offense to you brother but this group of blades you have.... they aren't like the blades I knew. I won't fight against you but I will fight against the dishonorable and what I find as not fair." FireFly bent down slightly and laid Kota at Kayis' feet. As he began to stand back up FireFly continued. "So far that I can tell the ones behind me will need my help to survive, and they are decent people. They haven't used cheap tricks yet so I will have faith. I don't know what they did to upset you and you may have a good reason in this, but as of right now you are the only Blade that I have respect for.

"You may have a point Hotaru." Kayis smirked then looked down to the one that FireFly had lain on the ground. "That one in particular is especially troublesome, but my warriors are also filled of honor. We do not judge the worth of one to the worth of many rather the worth of strength and skill to that of stupid little welps searching for fathers forgiveness. Galin was one such situation. I can't help that my lessers were fools and thought it would be as easy and dog piling a mountain." The sinister humour in the comparison made it hard for Kayis not to crack his composure. "A lesson learned for the little ones I suppose, broken bones and scars will serve a pretty hefty reminder."

Kayis stepped back after that only a foot or so, but his hand placed upon the lithe looking shoulder of the woman that had accompanied him and Arias to this battle. "Hotaru. You may not know it either, but you have much to thank this woman for as well. The blood of our matron runs strong in even you."

Firefly stood there observing the delicate looking woman standing next to Kayis. He felt his insides getting uneasy and he became confused because he felt a feeling of longing and familiarity with this woman. FireFly bowed to the woman and spoke. "My Lady I know Kayis and I know his priorities, I do not know exactly who you are but I do have a feeling of who you are and I thank you, and I am sorry for using your blessing without your permission, nor attending the proper ceremony. But I wanted to find my brother once again. I just never expected it to be in this situation, but now i've done a great deal in many other things and have gained your blessing in a very rude and unforgiving manner."

Reflective, molten silver eyes gazed down into vibrant green ones as Ellyollon observed the one Kayis had referred to as Hotaru. Her gaze was lacking in any human emotion, but a mask of a smile graced her perfect, crescent lips. From those lips drifted her voice, a chiming sound that echoed with ethereal beauty,"You have not gained my blessing by my hand, nor had you participated in the cerimony. True. Yet, you are a brother of my dearest child, and so no ill will is held toward you." Kayis interjected nodding to FireFly. 'There you have it, crazy ass circumstances or otherwise, once a Blade of the Island, always one. hair color doesn't change that." "Thank you, I appreciate your understanding, both of you." Firefly stood back up fully to look at Kayis again. "I'm happy you found something still that you protect even after the fall of the island. But brother I do not know what happend to it. I tried to find out but that zone was unavailable to me, please tell me what happend to our home, and the elders."

No one would see it, but Kayis had already scanned the battlefield over a few times now. The fight was almost over. Sadly. So was their conversation. "Ah brother if I could stand here and spend a night to tell you the destruction of our home. i'd do so. However that is not the case. After today brother I fear you may begin to think differently of me, for what I am to have done here is nothing honorable. it is the strategic vantage i must allow so that my guild remains where it belongs and the hounds of darkmoon remember their place. Ill appologize in advance. If you choose to fight with them, you are in for hard days." Kayis' eyes wandered over to the Mountain of a man, just as the Knight known as Kanari intercepted Revion, so too did the Mountain; Galin fall right into the trap.

A loud roar of pain filled the surrounding area and Kayis closed his eyes. His hand raised, but he held just long enough. "Any last thing you have to say to me brother, now is the time." FireFly looked at Kayis with a solemn espression on his face. "You may have changed brother but my respect for you won't, our battles may be short in our retrospect but our bonds are long. You are my brother even if we have different priorities. I will never fight you to kill you but i will fight you to keep the good people I know alive. I can guarentee you brother you aren't the only one who has changed in the manner of strength. But I will take each battle and look forward to it. We will talk again and I will ask you questions again, even if I have to walk head-first into your guild hall to speak with you. I'd love to see how your new Blades will handle that." FireFly smiled at him with a calming smile before extending his hand with kota's blade offering it back to Kayis, as Kayis grabbed it Firefly pulled him in to give him possibly the last brotherly hug they would share before Firefly turned and began walking towards Galin the fallen giant.

Kayis nodded only once to his lost brother, Hotaru. Then looked back to their Matron. "Elly. save Lyra." His gaze was cold, matched by her own. Kayis raised his hand to the air and with the voice found only in the King of Blades. "Enough. our mission is complete."

Kayis gained nothing from the woman but a simple nod, but she didnt move immediately. Her cold gaze remained on the one she cherished most among her children. "I will save the girl, Kayis. But I will not save her again should she fail. Her life should be exstinguished by The Silver Fox this night." She then turned from Kayis, her body hovering over the ground until she came to stop in front of Lyra. Her eyes gazed down at the girl, face emotionless as she then turned her attention to the incoming arrows. The Fae simply held up her hand, and as the arrows came close, they suddenly stop movement all together, and the lightning fizzled until it was no more. "Rise girl. We leave."

Arias immediately deflected the last of both Elite and Wolfsin's attacks and tripped Wolfsin before leaping back, and with one fluid movement sheathing both his shield and weapon. His eyes turned away from their former targets and the Three Grand Lord Blades returned their seemless line. Starting away from the battle as the rest of the Blades followed suit leaving the Knights of the Darkmoon to tend to their wounded.

The moon rose high above the streets of Kalt, but even its purity couldn't hide the glint of crimson blood that stained the streets this day.

The absolute loss of the Darkmoon.

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The night before the fighting in Kalt
Note: Contains some pretty graphic and sick stuff, read at your own discretion.


Samuel had been traveling for some time now without incident. Perhaps it was the crisp air, or perhaps it was because he was so far from his homeland, whatever the reason the scratching at the back of his mind was waning. His destination was just a days travel away, and so he pushed on into the night with hopes the city would be in sight come morning. As he walked along the road dark clouds covered the moon, and with them came the rain. Unable to see the road ahead of him it was no surprise that he quickly became lost. Thankfully a light guided him to a homestead. Before him lay a farmhouse with an uncanny resemblance to his own. As he approached the house a feeling of dread stopped him just shy of the door. The rain continued to pour down and spatter upon his bare head. His mind was racing, what if he loses it, what if Noland scratched his way to the surface. He couldn't risk it, and so he turned to walk away. Just in that moment the door to the homestead steadily opened. A man stood in the doorway; puzzled he chewed at the stem of a pipe as he looked Samuel over. He took a draw off the pipe and allowed the smoke to bellow out his mouth as he spoke. "Well, best ye' get inside before the chill soaks into ye' bones." Samuel stood in the rain a moment unable to move, unable to speak. "Get ye' ass in here boy!" The man said in a hoarse voice. With that Samuel moved to the door and entered the home. A warm fire burned in the hearth of the home giving off ample light to fill the room. A woman stood over a black pot spooning a broth into a wooden bowl. She turned and moved across the room to a sturdy wooden table, placing the bowl on the table she gestured for Samuel to sit as she ringed her hands nervously. The man Samuel met at the door just shook his head and took a seat across from the bowl. The woman moved to Samuel's side and proceeded to remove his coat. "You'll catch a cold if you don't get those clothes off dear." She said timidly. The woman muttered something about mud and new floors as she hung Samuel's coat on a hanger beside the fire. "That there is my wife, Edna. Not much for conversation, but she knows her way around a stove." Samuel stifled a chuckle and took his seat at the table. Edna turned to face the men, an ireful expression written across her face. "Jon," she began, "tonight I'm going to smother you in your sleep." Jon turned to throw a wink at Samuel before rising from his seat and to an open window. Tapping the ashes from his pipe he continued to banter with his wife.

Not once did they ask Samuel his name, who he was, or why he was out so late. Samuel suspected these people were generally good people. Jon was a farmer, together with his wife and three children they carved out a simple life outside the city. The three of them spoke of simple things well into the night. Samuel being ever careful not to reveal too much of his past. Much of what he told them were half truths, or all together lies. Samuel eventually explained his situation to them, and Jon offered to show him the road come morning. When it was late and time for bed, Edna made a pallet on the floor for Samuel and wished him a good night. With that the two made for second floor of their home, and to their own beds. Samuel was lying on the flat of his back, the soft crackle of the fire soothing him to sleep. His mind drifted to places he had all but forgotten. A soft summer breeze, the smell of baked bread fresh from the oven, his beloved calling for him to put aside his books and join her for a walk to town. These people treated him as if they had known him since he was a boy. It made his heart ache for what he had lost. If only things had turned out different. Sleep was about to come to him when suddenly a pain shot through his body. The pain racked him with such a force that he jolted up to a sitting position. He grabbed at his face, digging his nails into his cheeks and forehead. He clawed at himself in an effort to get under his skin. Not now, not here! He pleaded helplessly. The scratching, the scratching! His madness was growing, clawing its way to the surface. Samuel... Oh Samuel? A voice called out to him from inside his head. Samuel bit into his lip until a trickle of blood ran down his jaw. Rising to his feet he made a move for his coat, but he fell short of it as he crumpled onto the floor. "These are good people," he sobbed as blood began to run from his nose and mix with his flowing tears. He was fighting, by all the gods above and below he was fighting, but Noland was so strong. He was being pulled into darkness inch by inch as his vision began to fade. "I won't let you hurt these people," Samuel whimpered effortlessly before the darkness enveloped him completely. He knew Noland was in-control now. Samuel receded into himself, adrift in a sea of blackness, trapped in the depths of his own mind. Every so often he could hear distant screams, followed by silence. Samuel knew Noland could not keep him locked away forever, soon Samuel would awake. Awake to face the horrors he was responsible for. A sickening feeling in his gut mixed with apprehension made him want to reseed further into his mind. He would not however, despite his bleak existence he vowed to find a way to redeem himself.

Samuel slowly opened his eyes to a ray of light coming from an open window of the homestead. The first rays of sunlight from the the rising sun. His head pulsed like a drum as he allowed his eyes to adjust. Samuel motioned with his hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, stopping suddenly as he looked over his blood stained hands. Seeing the blood on his hands filled his heart with self-loathing, if he had the courage to kill himself here and now he would. A stream of tears began to burn his eyes as he wept for the family who had shown him all the kindness in the world. Noland had resumed his slumber by the fire place on the very pallet Edna had made for Samuel. He grudgingly took in his surroundings hoping someone had managed to survive. Blood, slick and red marked the place. Here and there chunks of flesh decorated the floors. A thick swarm of flies buzzed around the room and a stench filled his nose. He swatted at his face in an attempt to shoo away the flies buzzing about his face. Something wet struck him atop his head forcing his attention. Looking up he saw Jon. The old man was bound by his feet and hung from the rafters. His chest was ripped open and its contents discarded across the room. Resting inside the chest cavity where his lungs should be was his head. The eyes were gauged out, empty and hollow. Samuel retched at the sight of him, and nearly lost his footing from the slick blood that pooled below Jon. Samuel reached up in an attempt to free the man, but the hempen rope was too tight. Leaving Jon, he moved to the kitchen in search of a blade. Lying atop the kitchen table was Edna. Her arms and legs were removed and placed in a crisscross fashion on the floor. Samuel found the blade he needed, a meat clever still stained red lay beside her Edna. Samuel attempted to close her eyes, but every attempt failed as her eyelids slowly opened again. They were stark and empty, leaving her he returned to cut the old man free. As Samuel moved across the room he avoided stepping into the sludge of what might have been a stomach. The rope bound to Jon's feet was easy enough to to cut, as the last strand broke the old man fell in a heap against the wooden floor. Samuel dared not go up stairs where the children had been sleeping. He couldn't face that, not yet at least. That is when he noticed it. The heavy cast iron cauldron resting in the fireplace. The contents were filled so high the lid could not rest properly. A finger, small and delicate, too small to belong to Jon nor Edna poked out between the lid and the cauldron. A sickness came over him, and again he spilled the contents of his stomach onto the floor. He forced himself to leave the house and make for the barn. There he found a rope to hang himself or a shovel to bury Noland's victims. He contemplated his choices a moment before finally coming to a decision.

The rest of the day was spent digging graves and filling them. There were some body parts Samuel could not distinguish, and some he could not find all together. He dared question what Noland did with the livers and hearts of these poor victims, although the chunks of black meat he continuously retched up gave him his answer. He sorted the graves as best he could and filled them with dirt. He stood among the five mounds for a moment allowing it all to sink in. He set Jon to the right, followed by Edna, and then the three children. The last and the youngest was the hardest to dig, just a child no older than five or six. Far too young to die as it did. "I'm sorry." He knew he didn't deserve their forgiveness, but that was all he could manage to say. The rain was still trickling down every so often, but for the most part the day was sunny. Samuel scrubbed himself clean from a nearby trough, presumably for the livestock. Next he moved onto the house. A fire spell sent the house ablaze despite the rain. Leaving the house to burn Samuel made for the road. After an hour treading down a dirt path he found the main road once again. The sun was fading once again and soon to be replaced by the dimness of night. He clinched his jacket tightly and began to walk down the main road. He figured he would reach Kalt by morning if he kept a steady pace.
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