The War of Zethrex

Mila spun and dispersed the flames from her body. She had singe marks all over her clothes and skin and little minor burns. "Come and get me scum!" she spar at him 'He nearly killed me' she thought freaking out in her mind. She has had direct contact before but never with this heavily arm soldier. 'This is going to be interesting'

She did a quick flick of her wrist and a purple light shot up in the air and fell from the sky as quick as a gust of wind. It began to crash back to the earth as she gave a shot of the same kind aim right at the soldiers body before running away. She ran into the forest and climbed a tree before jumping to the tree she marked that had the trip wire.
 
Aminta waited for another soldier to came at her, though she stayed aware. Behind her she saw the large armored male, she some how managed to catch his gaze. A small hiss escaped her lips, spinning around she swung her sword in a cross motion. Slicing the fallen soldier's body into four pieces, legs and half torso fell to the ground. She smiled brightly at the new target, Aminta already knew she would barely come up to his waist. She planned on using that as her advantage. Standing to her full height, her long blue jacket rustled around her legs. One foot step lead the other as she walked towards him. Her hips swayed from side to side, the breeze tugged at the long strands of blond hair.

A screaming male's voice hit her ears, it was the soldier she had turned her back on. His rage echoed across the battlefield, and yet Aminta continued to ignore him. The sounds of his footsteps grew louder, spinning her sword idly. She waited, until he was almost on top of her. Thrusting the sword backwards and slightly upward, the sounds came to a sudden stop. The blade pierced his heart stopping him dead in his tracks, removing her sword she continued to stride towards Damien. She kept her distance at least seven feet away, "Well aren't you a big heap of metal scraps." Aminta said softly crossing each leg to side step back and forth. Her sword gripped tightly in her palm, the point of the blade aimed high at his head.

She nodded her head towards him, a symbol of a warriors respect towards another. Those piercing ocean colored eyes shifted over his whole body, something told her wasn't normal. In fact she doubted he ever had one single breath, lifting her free hand she pointed it at him. Her index finger curling in a invitation. "Come at me if your dare." She said with her head held high, the healing gems that circled her forehead slid across the blood misted flesh. Leaving trails of crimson behind him, Aminta waited patiently for him to make a move.
 
As Kite charged forwards, he made sure to block the incoming purple blast with his shield, and he dove to the left to avoid the incoming blast from above. He had been slowed by this, allowing Mila to escape him momentarily, but he wasn't about to let her get away like that. He knew that she had taken some damage from him earlier, and wasn't about to give up when the odds were still in his favor, even though he had lost sight of her in the trees. He quickly got to his feet, and ran to the trees, though he slowed to a cautious walk as he reached the tree line.

Kite was a well trained soldier, and he knew the dangers of following an opponent into an area like this. There were likely traps setup all over the place. He had to be careful, and keep his guard up, be ready for an attack from any direction. He made his way further into the wooded area, scanning the treetops and underbrush for signs of movement. It was hard to tell what was what due to the trees swaying slightly from all the chaos in the surrounding area. But then, he saw something, and walked towards it slowly to get a closer look. Once he was only a few feet away from the tree, he knew it. He had spotted her in the tree, but unfortunately, since he was to busy looking up at her, he didn't notice the trap right below him, and snagged the tripwire with his left foot.

The trap exploded, sending him flying backwards and knocking him into the trunk of a tree not far behind, which ended up getting smashed, causing the tree to fall. He was still in tact though, but not without taking a fair amount of damage. If it hadn't been for his heavy armor plating, he would have been blown apart for sure. He got to his feet with a bit of difficulty, his body having been beaten and shaken by the blast and the resulting impact against the tree. Once on his feet, he shook his head a bit to help regain his composure, then looked up to Mila.

"To Hell with this..." he muttered under his breath.

He sheathed his sword and aimed his hand towards Mila. It glowed for a moment, before a ball of light shot out from it towards her. It was a Holy Nova ability, and would explode with holy light energy upon impact. Just after sending that attack, he would aim at the trunk of the tree that Mila was in, and shoot it as well to knock the whole thing down.



As Aminta got closer to Damien, it would become more and more noticeable that, as she got closer, the air seemed to get colder and colder. By the time she stopped in front of him, it would feel as though she was starting to freeze, with the temperature being a bit below 0 degrees celsius. And yet, it seemed to be getting colder still, even though she wasn't moving any closer to him.

The blood on his blade began to get absorbed into the blade itself, almost like a sponge, until after a few seconds, the blade was clean. All the while, he didn't seem to react in any way to her comments or to her movements. He simply continued to stare at her silently. But that quickly changed. With speed that seemed impossible for someone of his size, and with such heavy armor and gear, he swung his sword at her, swinging it diagonally from her lower left side up to her right shoulder, and with enough force to cleave through her body like air. His power would be clearly evident.
 
KeRahn heard the words he had been waiting for.
"Fire!"
Wasting no time, KeRahn aimed his sniper rifle at the ground and began shooting at the soldiers. One by one they fell, picked off by the bullets that erupted from the barrel of his gun. Little by little a sort of pathway opened up for the other men. He watched as they went, jumping and joining the fray. He stayed behind, continuing to pick off the enemy one by one. The ship got closer and closer to the side, threatening to crash and kill KeRahn and his partner Johns. He felt Johns hand on his shoulder.
"Go," he yelled over the fight. "I'll try to hold 'em off of you!"
KeRahn picked him up by the back of his suit, lifting him clear off the ground. Johns yelped and flailed his limbs, confused at what his teammate was doing.
"Charming, but no." KeRahn replied curtly. "You're going. I hold them." Before any objections could be made, he threw Johns over. It took less than a second for Johns to land painfully, but in one piece, on the dock. KeRahn could see the confused but slightly grateful look his eyes. Eventually, he turned around and began to join the other soldiers.
KeRahn kept shooting down people, seeing them fall to the ground in a silent but bloody death. The ship was getting closer and closer to crashing. At this point he could hear parts of the vehicle scraping against the side of a building. KeRahn grunted, baring his teeth as he waited for as long as he could. Debris flew past his head with one striking one of his still-erect quills. Just a little further...Part of the hull was now ripped off. KeRahn still stood his ground, still waiting. He was almost there. Just a few more seconds.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second.

He jumped, almost flying through the air while behind him the ship exploded in a flurry of fire and smoke. Chunks of metal and wood rained down on the fight below, with some soldiers being crushed under the large pieces. KeRahn landed on the ground with a loud thud. He was bruised and dazed with a cut on his tail, but he was alright. Now the fun began. He brought out his double-sided axe, hefting it in his hands. Then he ran and began to fight alongside the Purgers, brutally killing anyone who was in his way.
 
Aminta shivered beneath her gear, this creature was freezing. Nor did he say a word, her eyes going wide she watched him intently. This thing wasn't to be taken lightly. Taking a few steps back, trying to warm her blood. It felt like her veins were going to stop bumping. Frost even began to appear on the edges of her sleeves, "What the f..........." Her voice trailed off as he moved with lightening speed. Before she even had a chance to throw her barrier he was on her. Just at the last moments she pushed her sword downward. It collided with his, sparks flew from both weapons. The force of the impact sent her flying backwards.

She landed hard and slid through the blood soaked dirt. Aminta stayed still for only a few seconds, the breath was forced from her lungs. Lifting her head she rolled to her stomach, eyes locking on the beast. Her sword still in hand she clasped both palms around the hilt, using the blade to stick deep in the earth. It took a lot of effort to push herself to her feet. Aminta's gaze went dark, leaving the sword in the dirt. She ran her finger tips over the handle. The sword began to glow a bright blue, "May the lights be praised, as the fire may blaze. I ask for your protection. Keep me from harms detection." Aminta's words slipped from her mouth, a circle of light erupted from her palms. The light flew through the air like a arrow, aimed straight at Damien's face. If it managed to hit, all it would do was blind him. That was all she needed just enough of a distraction to land a fatal blow.
 
Mila was a little disoriented after the blast. Luckily just before the white magic hit her she jumped out of the way into another tree. The tree she was in blew up and fell to the ground and embedded her skin with shards of wood drawing even more blood. She placed her hand on the trunk of the tree she was in and it began to move.

The branches swung everywhere around it. the roots started to move up and down creating tremors in the ground. As this was happening she took her other hand and picked the largest pieces of wood out of her face but left the ones above her eye in. Removing her hand she dropped to the ground and allowed the tree to fall in the direction of the man she was fighting. That was hopefully enough of a distraction for her to run further into the woods. This time she jumped into a patch of underbrush and tried to stay a still as possible.
 
Borosi stood up and shook it out. He had just overshot the jump from the purger ship and had landed on a magi warship. And this, at least for borosi , had went perfectly. He adjusted his tie and felt around in his coat pocket for his psychic paper. He knew he would need it soon. He had landed out of site near the aft section of the ship. But he knew he must have been spotted coming down. One doesn't miss a person flailing out of the sky toward your ship. He peered over the rails of the ship at the battle in the distance. There was already buildings on fire and he could hear magic being fired off all throughout the city. He gave a salute. "God speed fellow purgers." He said quietly with a smile before slowly walking toward the well deck of the vessel.
 
Kite watched her jump from the tree in time to avoid his attacks. He turned to face her, and saw as the tree she was in started moving. He held up his shield and started to back away quickly. The tremors made it difficult to move without falling, but he moved carefully, and decided it was best if he moved back into the clearing, away from the trees. Once he made it into the clearing, he moved a good 20 feet away from the tree line, and kept his guard up. Now, Mila would have to come to him to continue the fight.



Damien continued staring at Aminta as she flew back and landed. The area continued to get colder and colder at a steady pace, radiating outwards from Damien. Patches of blood and other various fluids on the ground started to freeze over as it continued. If this kept up, there was no telling how cold it would get or how far it would spread.

He started to walk towards Aminta at a casual pace as she was preparing her magic. As the circle of light was shot at him, he did nothing to avoid it, letting it hit it's mark. However, he kept walking forwards, seemingly unphased. If the magic had done it's job, he didn't seem to react to it. He was getting closer, and it was getting colder still.
 
Aminta looked over at the creature in shock, her gaze shifted to the ground around him. It was starting to freeze, cracks spread on the earth's surface from each one of his steps. How was she going to get close without fragmenting? Her right hand lifted to pull her blonde hair from her face, while the other grasped the hilt of her sword. Jerking hard she removed it from the ground, dirt spewed around the blade. Aminta started to swing the sword in the shape of a eight. Each foot step was slow, taking her closer to the monster. As they got closer the sword began to shine even brighter. The blue light grew and started to surround her small body. It would protect her from magic, and the cold.

Though if he managed to hit her with his sword, or his body. He could hurt her badly, she picked up the pace. Aminta could only hold the shield for a short period of time, once she was in swing range. She bent her knees, readying herself for a launch. Her free hand grabbed the button to her jet pack, pushing it down. Fire sprang from the back, it pushed her from the ground launching herself straight into the air. Aminta removed her finger from the launcher. Allowing the flames die, she began to free fall back to earth. She pushed out her left leg, and pulled in the other. Falling straight for his head, the sword stopped spinning. Getting ready to defend herself if he kept up with her every moment. Surely he would try to stop the kick at his face.
 
KeRahn grinned after striking down a Magi soldier. He ripped it out of his back, splattering red spots all over his armor. He than frowned. Red blood? Humans truly are strange...A Thaash's blood was a deep blue color. Some Thaash found red blood to be very strange.

This was turning to be better than KeRahn expected. Maybe he didn't have to become a deserter...But just in case, he should still keep the option of escaping in his mind. His fingers brushed over the heels of his boots, which held a little something he had put on. They were jets, secretly embedded into his boots by him in the late and seclusive hours of night. They would not only help him fight, but escape if he had to.
Behind him, an Alliance soldier was ready to attack him. Big mistake. KeRahn simply threw his head back and felt his still erect quills pierce into his skin deeply. The soldier gave a scream and tried to push himself off. KeRahn shook his head violently from side to side and finally felt the man fly off his spikes on land brutally on the ground, bleeding.
Suddenly from all sides, different soldiers were running towards him, weapons drawn. KeRahn jumped into the air and felt his jet boots turn on. From above the confused men, KeRahn began to shoot them off one by one. He landed once all of them had fallen to the ground. Suddenly KeRahn noticed a splotch of blue on his leg...Blood! His blood! He had been shot by one of them. He'd have to man up and ignore the injury. There was still blood to be shed in this battlefield.

Man, this was awesome.

Close by he saw Johns shooting and barging his way through soldiers as well. Much more clean and less reckless as him though. Not as much power. "Tysuva, nice jets you got there!"
"Shut the fuck up." KeRahn growled, but not loud enough as for him to hear.
 
Sieg stood up grasping his shoulder. There was a little bit of blood where the propeller had clipped him, but the armor had absorbed the real shock of the impact. Shaking it out he looked around the escape bay, a working through a quick mental headcount. Everyone had made it. His squad had already dropped the two guards that had been in the bay. Security had been lax, but then, the Alliance never expected an aerial assualt. The bay itself was sparse, save only a small craft in the center designed to give a powered glide to get out of range of fire before parachuting down to earth. Two sets of doors on the interior wall provided the only entrances to the bay, save for the open air drop where they had entered.

"Grey, you and Bowren hold the right entrance, Jag, you set up the demo, rest of us, we'll be going out through the left door and fan out. Take the deck, take the cannon bays. Move."

Siegfried took three of his squad through the left door, in pairs they efficiently cleared the hall and ajoining rooms, doing quick visual sweeps at each new portal and taking down anyone within. They were still rolling with the initial surprise advantage, however it wouldn't last much longer. People knew they were on the ship, and with only three primary decks, it was simple deduction to figure out where they were. They had just cleared the second lower deck cannon bay when they heard a a similar explosion as when their own vessel had been destroyed. A comm flared to life, "Sarge, Johns and Tysuva are coming in... quick."
"Where?"
"Looks like maybe a deck up from your position."
"Damn, these birds' cannons are impressive. Our zeps went up like cheap balloons. Wedge, Biggs, get up a deck, give them a clear place to land. Jag, you better be done priming those charges, we need you up here."
Wedge and Biggs nodded and headed for the ladder across from the cannon bay they'd just cleared. Jag replied over the comm, "On my way boss, just finished setting up a little surprise for the Alliance for after we take this ship." Sieg held his position with Marco, waiting for Jag to catch up. Suddenly the noise of combat could be heard on the deck above.
Sounds like KeRahn and Johns have landed. Biggs and Wedge had better get there to provide support soon...
Jag came running down the hall.
Time to get moving. KeRahn and co. can take the mid-deck cannons... Jag, Marco, and I have an appointment to keep with the top deck master comm stations.

(In short, Wedge and Biggs are attempting to join up with KeRahn and Johns, Grey and Bowen are holding the lower deck/escape bay, and Sieg, Marco, and Jag are heading for the upper deck)
 
Damien continued walking forwards as Aminta came down on top of him. Her kick hit it's target, knocking him back and making him lose his footing. He fell backwards, catching himself with his left hand. The kick may have momentarily stunned him, but thanks to his armor, which seemed up close to be a bit different from your standard plate armor, he didn't take much real damage from it. It seemed as though her blinding spell had worked, but it was begining to wear off.

He planted his left palm onto the ground as he pushed himself up, and as he did, he sent out a shockwave which would be powerful enough to send intense tremors through the island, and possibly even affect some of the closer airships of the Alliance over the island, as the shockwave passed through the air as well. It was intended to knock Aminta back to allow him to safely get to his feet. He was moving slowly, but whether that was a result of his heavy armor and having been kicked, or if he just chose to, was unknown.
 
Mila, seeing no immediate threat, got out o the bushes and sat on a nearby root. She gave herself a quick once over and pulled the rest of the splinters out before grabbing a balm out of her small pouch and rubbing it on bleeding cuts. She also grabbed a small potion to slightly rejuvenate herself before beginning to walk out of the tree line.

She ducked down when she saw her assailant outside of the trees and gave herself a small smile. 'He's taken quite the beating' she thought. She quickly rounded to the trees she thought he couldnt reall see and began to creep quietly behind him. She summoned a blade of arcane magic and raised it above her head bringing it around to slice his head off.
 
Amidst all the cannon fire and chaos of battle Gareth sent himself into a flying leap off the airship that he had been riding on into battle, his dark blue, almost black cloak billowing in the wind around him, although his hood was still kept tight around his face. However, due to his own magic his eyes shone under the hood, meant to instill fear for the sight of a man flying in the air, the cloak billowing it around him and blue eyes that shown in the darkness looked like that of an avenging angel.

An avenging angel on the side of the Alliance.

First thing, whilst in the air Gareth wrapped himself in a cloak of his own magic. Instead of forming a barrier around him to block damage, like much of the Magi had done he made a conductor. The energy that hit the barrier would be channeled into his own body, using it as a conduit to release it elsewhere, therefore it does not block the damage but merely absorbs it and releases it without changing it's structure and used minimal energy from him. Next, Gareth pulled the air molecules underneath him into a pseudo-solid platform upon which he could stand and hover on, while he decided his next course of action.

Looking over to a Magi ship in the water, Gareth closed his eyes and then threw himself into the pathway of an incoming magically imbued cannon bolt. The shield absorbed the cannon bolt, and Gareth winced and gasped at the burn of the magic coursing through his body before he redirected it into the ship, blasting a giant hole in it's hull and causing water to flood in. When he had recovered from the shock, Gareth looked around, waiting for any Magi to come and challenge him.

[Summary: Flew into the air, wrecked one ship, waits for people to fight him.]
 
She watched grimly as the pieces from the smaller zeppelin crushed her allies. Frostbiite was lucky and was on the other side of the ship when that happened, but the splatters of blood was almost enough to make her gag. It seemed like she was the only one who held on to her humanity in this bloodshed, as she watched both sides of fighters gleam some amount of happiness and rush over the fighting. But then again, a good soldier wasn't always one to think or ponder. They are meant for action and often times without forethought.

A sharp pain rattled Frostbite - it was on her shoulder blade. Looking over she saw that it was a piece of metal shrapnel. It was a small one and she wrenched it out, applying a thin layer of ice over the wound. Grinding her teeth, Frostbit resolved herself to seeing what was happening in the escape bay. The goriness of the battle was ripping into her psyche, and she knew that if she stayed, well... It would call for something drastic and almost stupid.

As Frostbite rounded the corner for the lower deck, she immediately saw three faces she didn't recognize. Her hands flew up and from her palms came jagged ice shards which shot with enough speed to tear away flesh. A most painful way to die.​
 
Aminta's small frame began to shake as the shock wave radiated through the ground. It threw her several feet away, still she managed to land in a crouch position. Looking up her eyes followed him what did he plan next. Better yet what was he, deep down she already knew this wasn't going to be a fight she could win. Pushing herself to her full height, her gaze shifted to the airships above. The jet pack had just enough energy left to launch her to the lowest flying airship. Aminta already knew if she died, she would be completely useless. Nor would she be able to relay any of the things she found out this day, "Tis was a pleasure meeting you, but I think my welcome has been worn out." She said softly, before pushing that big read button. Launching herself into the air, straight for the lowest aircraft.

Though to her displeasure the jet pack started to sputter, and the sounds of failure came from within. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she tried frantically to grab on to the side of the ship. Her fingers slid down the surface, like nails on a chalk board. "No no no no no...." That was all she could say before she was able to grab onto a piece of rope. She latched onto it for dear life, but then the realization hit that she still wasn't sure who's ship this was....
 
Unsure of what was going, Memory watched from the bushes as a pool of blood began to descend upon once green lands. The sounds of clashing metal, the last roar of diligent soldiers and the look in their eyes as the thoughts of those that they loved as they fell to the ground. Only to become a memory that would eventually be forgotten. Memory could not figure out why but for some reason this all seemed very familiar to her, as sad as it was. The notion of blood did not phase her. Quickly springing from her hiding place, Memory looted a corpse from one of the dead and managed to find a short sword, a shield and some throwing knives. The shield being far to big for her, she decided to leave it. But retrieved the other weapons along with a small pouch of bandages. Then darted back into the bushes. Suddenly a woman began to approach the shrubs, she looked hurt. Remaining hidden and quiet, Memory watched the woman intently as she tried to recover herself by rubbing some form of ointment on her wounds. The woman then suddenly stopped and retreated to the bush again. Was the ladies pursuer after her? Memory peeked out from her hiding place...that woman was already injured, she'd probably get herself hurt. As the woman went to make her move Memory looked with a genuine curiosity as the woman raised her hand above her head to attempt to strike her opponent.
 
Kite was scanning the tree line for any sign of his opponent. Time was passing by, and he was begining to think that they had given up trying to fight him, perhaps fearing that they couldn't win without their tricks. It wasn't until she summoned her arcane blade and he felt the energy behind him that he became aware. He quickly swung his shield around to try and knock her away, just before she was able to bring the blade to him. He then stepped away from her, and locked his eyes onto her. She had almost taken him down so easily. He cursed at himself for his carelessness.


Once Damien was to his feet, he looked up in time to see Aminta flying away from him. He simply continued to stare at her as she flew away, and did nothing to pursue her. After a couple of short minutes however, one might notice that the area around him, which now seemed to spread a distance of over 200 meters, was almost completely frozen. Soldiers of the Alliance in the area had either vacated that area, or been frozen in place as they attempted to attack him, freezing well before reaching him. However, even some Magi soldiers had been caught in the frozen aura, now standing like statues just like the Alliance soldiers who met the same fate. It seemed that Damien made no attempt to stay his hand, even when an a fellow Magi got in the way.

The temperature stopped dropping at this point. It remained constant now, and no longer kept radiating outwards farther, staying confined to the radius it had already reached. Damien also did not move from his position any longer, and kept starring up towards Aminta far above him.
 
"You can't be so clueless all the time" she mocked "causing flesh wounds will only make me stronger" quickly Mila slit her wrist shallow enough to bring blood but not to cause harm. Power flared up in her as she made a quick hand movement. In a burst of red magik a staff appeared. Normally she wouldn't use it but it channeled her powers better and made them stronger. "You messed with the wrong Mage" and with that she ran towards the man and feigned an attack before slamming her staff down on his head and whipping it towards his side each hit causing a blast of blood energy. She promised herself she wouldn't use others blood but it was everywhere. The blood around their feet soaked into the sturdy wood of the staff and made the hits more powerful. She was relentless in her attacks as she fed off the bloodshed going on around her.
 
Kite managed to make good use of his enormous shield, moving it to quickly block each of her incoming attacks. But they were becoming more and more powerful, and he was being forced backwards with each hit to his shield. He had always prided himself on his great defensive abilities, but she was getting relentless. He was usually able to outlast his opponents, but this was no sparring match. This was the real deal, and it was in the middle of a war. He couldn't be sure that this fight would go uninterrupted long enough for him to simply outlast her and wear her down. He had to counter, and make an offensive.

As he continued to block, and planted his feet and held his ground, refusing to be pushed back anymore. He could see that she was obviously hurt, with visible wounds all over her body. Even though she claimed that it only made her stronger, he knew that it was only a temporary boost. No one could continuously take that kind of punishment without being affected by it. He quickly charged a small amount of holy light energy in his right hand, and pointed it at her. A sudden flash of blinding light would erupt from his hand, and hopefully blind her for a short time, stunning her. He kept his shield up just in case she kept swinging, and charged more holy light energy in his hand, this time even more powerful. He aimed it at her chest, point blank, and shot the energy at her. It would be enough to send a holy shock through her body, which he hoped would knock her out. If he had more time, he would have made it even more powerful to land a lethal blow.
 
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