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Simon Vs Damien
05.09.03, 14:04:11
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This is an RX battle, if you like the RPBing you see here and would like to join RX and recieve training and have battles within the ranks of RX then click here http://forums.ffrepublic.com/showthr...threadid=17356 and join
[OOC: ok mate, let's 'AVE IT!! Good luck....here goes]
Sarakon had finally arrived in the town of Mavelli, after his fight with Turks, which had resulted in his demise, he'd had a hard journey. Sarakon had to fight his way out of hell again, only this time it had been a lot tougher and he wondered just how many times he would be able to escape that forsaken place, the last thing he wanted was to end up trapped in that land of agony with those other wretched pathetic souls down there..after he had fought for awhile and slain a large number of the hideous beasts in the underworld he was once again cast out into the land of the living, he had walked for days through the jungle and had finally arrived at Mavelli, a city more than a town, renowned by all for its massive markets, the good trade, the large population and the exquisite architecture.
He took in the sights around him, this was indeed an amazing place, the buildings here were unlike any Sarakon had ever seen before, tall structures of metal and stone that stretched off high into the sky, the roofs of the building were mostly curved like domes but some were more traditional slanted surfaces. Every building was heavily detailed, one particularly prominent building ahead of Sarakon had lots of small tiles stuck onto the front of it of varying colours and hues, depicting an incredible mural of a colossal battle between two figures, one a humanoid figure covered with a gentle blue glow, the other a skeletal creature with large bat wings, coloured black and red, a typical depiction of good versus evil, but the detail in the mural was absolutely breathtaking, even to one such as Sarakon. There were many other details around, statues, sculptures, and lots of water fountains, but Sarakon decided to ignore them, he could feel the power of a strong spirit reaching out to him somewhere in this town and he needed to find it..
Sarakon walked through the streets leisurely, his metal soles clicking softly against the cobblestone floors as he marched through the bustling markets. There was a lot of people around him, they would walk into each other, pushing and shoving, but they gave Sarakon his space, obviously they didn't know him but none wanted to cross the strange armoured man that marched through their markets with a huge sword and axe on his back,
These people know what's good for them, so I shall not slaughter them...unless they give me good reason..
As Sarakon marched through the market searching for the owner of the powerful soul he heard the people at the markets bartering furiously, such a silly ritual, everyone screaming different prices, thinking they can push for a great price and get a bargain, at the end of the day the merchants were obviously going to charge a set price, they couldn't afford to drop below that price, the only point to bartering was to make the people think they'd got a good deal, to make them think they'd earned it..
Fools...how blind they are to the truth..
This was a pleasant place, the air carried the faint smell of fruit from some of the market stalls set up around the area, in the distance Sarakon could hear the chirping of birds and the sound of running water from one of the fountains around and everything was bathed in sunlight, not a single cloud above to spoil the blue sky....so Sarakon almost found it a shame that this place would probably be ruined soon by whatever battle was coming up...but his lust for power and death was far stronger than his appreciation of this tranquil and peaceful place.
Sarakon could feel the powerful spirit out ahead of him, among the mass of pathetic souls that belonged to the people in the market, but he could not pinpoint its exact location amongst all the peasants. Sarakon looked around, scanning the faces of those among the crowd and then his eyes locked with the purple eyes of a man out amongst the peasants....the eyes are the windows to the soul, and as soon as Sarakon had looked into the man's eyes, gazing beyond the deep purple colour, he had realised this was the owner of the powerful spirit he had felt..
Sarakon couldn't see much of this man from here, but he realised this wasn't a human, even from this distance he could tell this was an elf, he had met elves before, they tend to put up a better fight than most humans, but there was something unusual about this elf, his spirit felt so much more powerful than it should do, his eyes too were unusual, Sarakon had never seen anyone with purple eyes and too his knowledge elves had blue eyes, or green ones..
This is a strange man indeed.....I look forward to killing him...
Sarakon smirked and reached over his right shoulder, the armour of his right arm rubbed against the armour of his shoulder, making a crunching, grinding noise, as he reached back and gently unhooked Heretic and pulled the sword out in front of him, Sarakon grinned wildly with amusement as he saw the faces of the people around him contort and twist as they let out horrified, startled shrieks, it was almost as if they'd never seen a weapon before, the people were scared, but they did not flee, they backed away from Sarakon a little, keeping quiet and staying still.
An audience... won't this be fun
"Come forward and face me in battle Elf, or are you a coward?.."
Shouted out Sarakon, challenging the purple eyed elf, his booming voice reverberated out through the market, more people moved away, now Sarakon was facing the elf with all the peasants surrounding, watching them with a horrified fascination, in awe of them, yet scared of them too.
Sarakon could see the man clearly now the peasants had scattered and got out of his way, scurrying to the edges of the walls like rats.
He looked to be of a similar height to Sarakon, and he too was well armoured, on his head was a strong looking helmet, black as the darkest knight, with two horns protruding out of the top pointing out diagonally, the visor was up, revealing only his deep purple eyes. His torso was covered in large dragon scales, Sarakon did not recognise which species of dragon they came from, they looked far larger and tougher than any dragons scales he'd seen before, even his shoulder guards were fashioned out of the thick red scales, he had gauntlets that seemed to be carved from some kind of dense bone material, and his fingers were also enveloped in dragon skin....but the man's legs looked to have much lighter armour, the main protection came from a thin chain mail covering over his thick leather trousers, Sarakon thought it was a bit strange that his upper body was so heavily armoured but his legs were left pretty vulnerable, but he had come across many different people in his travels and he knew appearances could be deceiving, the chain mail could be stronger than it looks, and the elf would definitely have a mobility advantage with his legs being so lightly armoured.
The man had some cloth hanging from his waist between his legs, a sash, it just made him look effeminate really,
What an amusing fellow, you look at the top half of him and he could be a warrior straight out of hell, you look at the bottom half and he could be some kind of drag queen...and surely that sash will flap around a lot and take away some of that mobility advantage his light armouring gives him..ah well, each to their own, he'll still fall to me and heretic...
Sarakon took a step forwards and stabbed heretic down into the ground, the sound of it smashing down through the cobblestones and kicking up chunks of stones, shocked some of the onlookers, Sarakon could hear a child begin to cry out in the crowd.
Sarakon smirked, resting on the upended handle of Heretic he spoke casually to the elf,
"I think by now you've probably guessed I'm not the peaceful type, so now how will it be? Will you die in battle as a warrior? or will you die as a coward?...."
Sarakon stopped talking for a second and angrily yanked Heretic back out of the ground, holding it firmly with his right hand out to his side.
"Well elf, what will it be?...oh and where are my manners, I am Sarakon, perhaps you've heard of me, perhaps not, it makes no difference in the end..."
Sarakon stopped talking, he would wait now to see what the elf would do. He stood tall, confident and ready, heretic at his side, almost screaming out for the blood of this purple eyed elf..... |
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Last edited by Lennon Legend : 05.12.03 at 19:12:55.
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Illuminar Arden looked up, and straight at the beast of black metal that had challenged him. The elf's eyes scrolled the Damned King from top to bottom. This man was obviously was not of the realm of the living, it was easy to tell from the pupil-less eyes that this was so. The sword the enemy weilded looked like it could match Behemoth, a fact that slightly frightened Illuminar. The enemy's blade was huge, but size was never all that mattered. The fact that worried Arden was that a strange aura surrounded the sword, it felt as if a thousand souls were screaming out for vengance. Slowly, the Holy Knight reached for Behemoth which lay slung over his back. As Illuminar felt it's hilt, he brought it up and over his shoulder, and swiftly down into the ground. The crowd around him backed off, not sure what was going to happen between the two. Yet they seemed to already be placing bets, for the elf's sensitive ears picked up numbers in conjunction with the words "elf" and "dark knight".
"Who are you?"
Illuminar asked. He had never fought in a crowded area before, and was afraid he'd injure people. But what could he do? As he left one eye upon the knight, his other scanned for possible ways of bringing the fight further away from the crowds, yet the stupidity of humans had sewn their fate. The markets were crowded, and many stalls were cluttering the way out.
Looks like we'll have to fight here...
With one hand, the Holy Knight lifted the broadsword up, while the other motioned people out of the way.
"Stand back, people of Mavelli, I wish not to injure anybody but this man who is not of our world."
The crowd was puzzled, and right they should be. Nobody expected undead creatures to walk their streets.
"Descendant of Beezlebub, tell me WHY you seek me out!"
Octrine, the color of magic, now swirled around his unarmed hand at high speeds. The air was now tinted with it's color, and only Illuminar could see it, and maybe even perhaps the enemy. Soon ,there was a flash and a bang. A ball of pure fire soared through the busy street, above the heads of the innocent and collided into a cart burning it to ashes. The act was intended to frighten the enemy, and it usually did. However Illuminar feared that this threat knew not fear. The battle would have to happen. Now, both hands held the hilt of the sword, and it's blade faced the opponent menacingly.
I will make him wish he never challenged me... |
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Sarakon watched intently as his foe reached behind him and drew his weapon, he was delighted to see this man also had the broadsword as his favoured weapon, given the powerful spirit Sarakon could sense and the elf's similar weapon and armour, it ,looked like this could be quite an interesting and evenly matched fight and Sarakon relished such battles, none of his battles recently had been too challenging. Even against Turks, in a fight in which he died again, he hadn't felt pushed, the only reason Sarakon had died was because he had been toying with Turks at the beginning, so he wasn't in top condition when Turks transformed into that winged creature, but despite that he was sure he had killed Turks before he had died himself...
If he isn't dead then I'll have to destroy him in time...
Thought Sarakon to himself, letting his mind wander off, he was angry with himself that he had let himself be killed by Turks, he decided he wouldn't play around in anymore fights, however tempting it might be to toy with the elf, he would not drop his guard...
"Who are you?"
Asked the elf, it was a reasonable question, but Sarakon didn't feel like giving out his life story, but he would give a brief answer,
"I am what you see before you, a dark knight from the land of Tarronia, once the king of the Tarronian empire...or course I think it's pretty obvious that a few things changed later on for me.."
Said Sarakon, pointing to his pupil-less eyes, letting an arrogant smile cross his face.
The elf seemed to look around him, perhaps searching for a means of escape, but all paths were blocked by the humans around,
Perhaps those peasants have their uses after all
The knight seemed to give up on searching for a means of escape and lifted his broadsword up towards him, while his other hand was waving the surrounding humans to back away,
"Stand back, people of Mavelli, I wish not to injure anybody but this man who is not of our world."
Sarakon made sure to note that the elf cared for the pathetic humans, it was a weakness that Sarakon could exploit if it came to it. The elf's last comment made Sarakon laugh, after all he was from the land of the living really, the land of the damned should never have claimed one such as he.....
The elf spoke to Sarakon once more,
"Descendant of Beelzebub, tell me WHY you seek me out!"
Sarakon immediately responded,
"I am no descendant of that weakling," he began, his voice bitter and full of disgust, "..As for why I seek you out...back when I was alive, I became a king, ruled a vast empire... and during that time I learned the joy of power and I realised that no matter how powerful you are, you can always get more somehow....After my death I lost interest in having a mere empire in the land of the living, I want to become powerful enough to take on all the realms, heaven, hell and this realm.....and I'll start here, back in the land where the ungrateful people rose up against me, where I was killed and made to endure that pathetic existence in hell.....as I say, I want more power, so I seek out powerful souls, to see if I can gain more power from them or learn from them in some way...and if I can't, then I will destroy them so they won't oppose me later on...."
While Sarakon had been talking he had noticed the power swelling up in the elf, he could feel a small energy build up around the elf's empty hand, Sarakon focused on this hand, watching intently for what would happen.
Suddenly a small flash of light emanated from the elf's hand, accompanied by a low pitched roaring sound, reminiscent of the bang of a distant explosion, Sarakon saw a ball of flames sailed through the air at great speed, but Sarakon could see, even at this distance, that the angle was way off, the ball was not threat to him,
Probably some pathetic attempt at intimidating me..
Sarakon walked towards the man as he fireball rushed forward, keeping eye contact with the elf, even as the fireball ploughed into a cart slightly to the left of Sarakon, incinerating it instantly, sending off black plumes of smoke, red embers and ash floated on the winds, dispersing throughout the street and then seeming to vanish after awhile.
"You're going to have to actually aim your attacks at me to stand any chance of beating me elf...."
Said Sarakon, leering at the elf, disgusted by his pathetic attempts to intimidate him with such a puny attack.
At least he's got into a fighting stance now,
Thought Sarakon as he noticed that the elf now had his broadsword's handle firmly gripped with both hands, holding it so the blade faced Sarakon.
So the elf believes he can match the power of me and Heretic.....what a fool...
Thought Sarakon as he continued to walk up to elf, just before he reached the elf, Sarakon suddenly stopped, just outside of the range of the elf's sword, Sarakon turned to his right slightly so that his left side now faced the elf and he extended his left hand outwards, his fingers stretched out, his open palm faced the man's chest.
"You gave the audience a little show of your magic, it's only fair that I do the same."
Sarakon chuckled and grinned at the elf as he began to charge the air around his hand with energy, his mind concentrated on a specific area just beyond his palm. Sarakon's dark energy began to excite the air, the various molecules within the air began to vibrate with an incredible frequency with this new energy, making the area Sarakon was concentrating on shimmer, images beyond the sphere were distorted by the shifting air. Suddenly the shimmering sphere of air ignited, an intense flash of blue and white light radiated outwards as the sphere took on a similar colour.
In his hand Sarakon now had a ball of pure fire energy, almost like a miniature star. Sarakon looked deep into the elf's eyes and laughed, as he drew his hand back and forced the ball forwards, sending it at his chest at an incredible speed over a short distance.....
[OOC: meh.....] |
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God damn it!
The fireball clashed with Behemoth, and there was an explosion which even moved some of the crowd. The landscape around where Illuminar had stood was now covered in a thick smoke, and nothing could be seen. But as it cleared, everybody could make out the figure of the elf, knocked on to his behind from the monsterous blast, but still holding his broadsword and ground. As he got up, the crowd gave a cheer for they realized by looking at the area around Arden, that the fireball had been powerful which was evident by the charred ground around him. Yet this was not the same Elf that had stood before the clash of magic and metal, this elf's dark helmet laid fallen on the ground, letting his dark hair roam free.
"Well... Former king of Tarronia... I am Illuminar Arden... Holy Knight of Halensaw... I can see that I banishing you will be no easy task."
To the suprise of the spectators, the Holy Knight replaced the broadsword in it's abode, and instead removed the knives Dawn & Dusk. The two blades shined in holy glory, the sun's light seeming to seep into them. Arden's attack was to come up next. His sollet equipped feet brought dirt into the air as they hit the floor. He approched the nearby dark knight like a tempest.
He is mighty, so I must use my advantage of speed
He came upon the doer of evil like a wave crashing upon the shores of a cliff. Yet the attack was not of non-magical nature, for Illuminar had seen the attack upon him as invitation to use magik of his own. The blades started turning a crimson red, each burning like the pits of 'The Inferno'. The daggers were of a tremendous heat, and smalls wisps of grey smoke hovered off them. Dawn seemed to appear in front of the dark knight like magik, and Dusk followed. The two blades now came down upon the damned soul, whirling around each other, one to keep the blade the man of hell carried from injuring the elf, and the other to cause at least a small dent upon the armor of the man. Illuminar would then later be able to find it's weakness... But for now, all the Knight of Heaven could do was make a bluff attack. |
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The blue sphere closed in on the elf rapidly, speeding along the short distance silently, until it crashed into the elf's broadsword, unleashing a huge explosion.
The sphere seemed to wrap around the blade of the elf's sword for an instance, before the mass expanded outwards instantaneously accompanied by a brilliant white flash of light that radiated out from the centre of the sphere, Sarakon could see the crowd of human's shielding their eyes from the bright light as the explosion sent out the blue and white energy in a wave of power. As the mass of energy rolled outwards and touched things like the elf's armour, the cobblestone floor and nearby market stalls, it made masses of smoke billow upwards, shrouding the elf and the crowd behind in a thick blanket of black smoke, which was quickly dispersed by the wind blowing through the market.
As the smoke cleared, Sarakon could see that the shockwave from the small explosion had managed to knock some of the human spectators off their feet, as well as the elf, who had been blasted to the floor by the explosion that had ripped through the centre of the market, but he had not been thrown backwards and he still held his white, bone like broadsword firmly.
He took the brunt of that blast, its full force...to protect the humans.....and yet even though he was struck with the full power and at such a close range it barely effected him at all....this could get interesting...
The crowd around let out delighted cheers of support as the elf got back up off the floor, the cobblestone ground around him was charred from the explosions and covered with a fine film of black ash that clung to the stone floor, Sarakon noticed the elf's helmet lay off slightly behind where he had fell, it was spinning slowly on the floor before it came to rest, giving off faint wisps of smoke.
Now Sarakon gazed upon his enemy's face for the first time, the elf was what one might call a "pretty boy", his face was proportioned perfectly and he was obviously someone the ladies would find attractive, the only blemish was a faint scar on his right cheek....Sarakon was filled with a new contempt for his foe, perhaps slightly jealous of him..
I'll see to it that women never find that face attractive again..
The wind blew the elf's long black hair around, but not wildly and erratically like Sarakon's hair, the elf had tied his hair back with a red band, which made him look even more effeminate than ever..
..good god...I'm fighting some girly man elf....how can this pathetic creature have such a powerful spirit..its sickening to see such power in his possession...
The elf spoke out to Sarakon,
"Well... Former king of Tarronia... I am Illuminar Arden... Holy Knight of Halensaw... I can see that I banishing you will be no easy task."
Sarakon took in the elf's words
Holy Knight of Halensaw?....I've heard legends of the holy knights from the realm of the elves, they have to undergo years, sometimes centuries of intense training..they are revered as some of the most elite, powerful and disciplined warriors of the world..but I had thought them to be mere myths...could this feminine creature really be one of those knights?..it would explain how an elf could have such a powerful spirit....well won't this be interesting, an elven Holy Knight versus the Dark King of the Tarronian Empire......
The elf then sheathed his sword and pulled two knives from his dragon skinned belt, these also seemed to be made from some kind of dense bone like material, but they were a darker colour than the Elf's massive broadsword, and Sarakon realized the knives had been crafted out of the strong talons of some kind of Dragon.
Sarakon carefully observed the two blades, one looked smaller and lighter than the other one, Sarakon realised that this first knife was more for distraction, a light attack to throw the opponent off guard for the second, heavier knife, to come in and finish the job.
So the elf has a strategy..but not a very good one...
The elf suddenly charged forward, but Sarakon ignored the elf, standing his ground, he concentrated only on the two blades, watching them move as the elf ran forwards, going with his hands up and down, tracing out a distorted oval shape.
Illuminar only had to travel a short distance to reach Sarakon, but Sarakon still managed to catch every detail as he watched the blades intently, suddenly they burst into a burning red colour, sending off smoke that would quickly be forced out wards by the elf's body and then would gently hang in the air until the wind blew it away.
So the elf has channelled his magic into those knives...as if that will help him....
Sarakon saw the two blades whirl in on him, the light one coming first just as he had expected, but he knew it was the second one he really had to worry about.
As the first blade sliced round, Sarakon bent his knees and ducked down under it, bending his left leg more than his right leg, he quickly spun around to his left and stood back up just as the small knife sailed past him, as he spun back round he let his left hand lash outwards, attempting to block the second blade with the bracer on his left arm.
The marble plate on his heavy bracer smashed into Illuminar's large, burning knife, the two hard materials let off a dull, low pitched knocking sound as they collided and to Sarakon's surprise he also heard a crack as the marble plate snapped, cracks formed outwards from where the blade had hit it and a massive tear ripped across it, allowing the knife to tear down and reach Sarakon's ridged armour. As the knife smashed into the metallic armour a terrible screeching noise could be heard as it scratched against it, Sarakon saw through his ruined bracer that the armour around his arm was begin to get deformed out of shape, it bent down where the knife had hit, several rivets flew out of place under the pressure. Then finally the armour could take no more and opened up around the blade, letting it tear through, biting into Sarakon's forearm, carving a deep gash around his arm, slashing his wrist as it went, but the blood flow was stopped as the wound was instantly cauterised by the heat of the blade, leaving Sarakon in terrible pain, but still able to fight on easily enough.
Now I'll need to have to get my armour repaired....and if that scars my arm I will be very annoyed....just for that I will tear his eyes out..
Sarakon didn't miss a beat, he used the momentum from his spin and attempted block, to carry his right arm around, bringing heretic up and round to Sarakon's left, with Sarakon's full wrath as well as that of the damned souls that reside within the blade, hoping to tear up through Illuminar's stomach,
Such a powerful swipe coming in so quickly after Illuminar's attack should yield some nice results..
Heretic's dark blade tore upwards, beyond them Sarakon could see the crowd watching anxiously, worried for the elf...Sarakon saw they wanted the elf to win, and rightly so...but that would make them even easier to use against Illuminar....should he survive Heretic's power... |
Last edited by Lennon Legend : 05.11.03 at 04:49:18.
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Illuminar's adversary had evaded Dawn, and it was this that sent the Elf into realization that this strategy would naught work properly, but he had to follow through anyway in hopes of at least damaging the Dark Knight. After the Damned soul ducked the first, he came up and attempted to make a block against Dusk.
Ah, getting ****y eh?
There would be no way Dusk could have done what it had without the help of magik, and for that, Arden had to be grateful. After breaking the first line of defense, the bracer, Dusk went further and tried biting into the King's armor. The resistance it put up was strong, and the veins through Arden's arm were seen clearly out. Illuminar could tell it would work when suddenly a few rivets came shooting out of the metal shell as it deformed.
What lies behind the armor though?
The armor cracked, and revealed the skin of a normal human being beneath. The blade intended not for it too halt, and it dived still, craving for the blood of the naive who challenged a follower of the almighty. The knife carved in, and slipped down the arm slashing the undead's wrists. Unfortunately, the heat still existed upon Dusk and the wound instantly closed due to its searing burn. Judging from the rival's face, he saw at least some pain.
Sooo... He still feels pain?
Illuminar had had doubts about his abilities, for his opponent seemed to be doubled what he was in battle. Yet now there glimpsed hope, but it only remained for a few seconds. The blade of the foe rose with such speed, it seemed impossible that a blade of such size could be wielded with such speed and agility. It seemed to be aimed at Illuminar's stomach, which would result in instant death. Arden had a moment where the world around him slowed, and everything around him seemed clearer. He could make out all the faces in the crowd, gasping and in shock.
What will happen if I die? This beast may slaughter the whole town!
These thoughts brought new life and strength to Illuminar, who had just realized that there might be a way of countering this attack so as to not kill him, but merely injure him. However it was a risk attempt, but it was worth a try. Illuminar managed to move a centimeter away, and brought Dawn down in front of the skeleton-hilted blade. As the soul eater, as Illuminar saw it, moved towards his stomach with such a rapid speed, even in the slow motion of his life. As it almost touched his stomach, he brought Dusk up and made an attempt to deflect the blade. It worked to the extent he thought it would, and now the blade's tip traversed up above the location where it had intended to wound him. The blood dripped as a future scar was created. Yet the impact of the Dark Knight's blade upon the small Dawn had caused the dragon knife to fly out of Arden's grip, and slide into the crowd. He was lucky he hadn't lost a finger.
"Arggggg..."
This injury to his body pained him greatly, not many got the chance to hurt him. However this Dark Knight, this man who opposed the decree of Heaven, had managed it. Illuminar now had respect for his opponent's strength, but it meant not he liked him.
The Halensaw Holy Knight now gasped for air after, knowing he needed it to generate energy for his next attack. He could no longer use Dusk, for it was useless without its twin. Illuminar felt that there was no way he could use Behemoth currently, largely because he doubted it would be able to stand up to the one and a half thick blade the enemy possessed. Now Arden had the choice between fist fighting, which would get him massacred, or to use Phoenix. Phoenix would most likely not work, but this alternative was safer than putting his head in the jaws of the dragon, so to speak. He drew the crossbow, and pointed its point to the Dark Knight.
"You answered me naught before... What is your name?"
Arden managed to keep his voice cool and composed, even though emotions of anger propelled through his system at great speeds. He needed to compose himself better if he wanted to wield the projectile weapon.
What would Wen say if he saw this?
The thought gave him the calmness he needed... Arden let off a smile, the ends of his lips curling up slightly. Both hands laid on the crossbow's handle, as did the chin of the elf, making sure his aim did not falter. A green glow pulsed out of Illuminar's palm, and traveled through the bow creating an arrow surrounded by a green glow. The elf grunted in pain, the injury still causing a problem. He shook it off, and made sure the Dark Knight stood were he had previously.
Hmm? Not afraid of an arrow eh?
The thin fingers of the Elven Knight pressed against Phoenix's trigger. The bolt flew out, to bring the wrath of heaven onto his opponent.
I swear, I will die protecting these people…
The winds started stirring up... As if Mother Gaia was supporting heaven herself...
[OOC: Sorry, but can this be a defined post count battle? xD I have a really good idea for the kill post xD] |
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[OOC: ok then, lets make it 5 posts each and then the kill...unless you'd prefer it to be longer...]
Heretic swung round, ready to bite through Arden's stomach, Sarakon looked forward to the sight of the elf's guts spilling out onto the street, and after he was done with the elf he would make the crowd pay for demonstrating their support for Arden.
But, at the last second before impact, Arden managed to manueveur away slightly and slam his smaller knife down into the path of Heretic's onslaught, Heretic's blade ploughed straight into that of the small dagger. Heretic's progress wasn't halted, but Arden had managed to deflect the monstrous blade, sending it upwards, knocking it away from any vital organs. But the Heretic's blade still swung round, biting through Arden's thick, dragon scale armour as if it weren't there at all, and Sarakon was satisfied as he saw his blade cut into the elf's ribs, spilling blood out over his armour and out onto the street, running around the cobblestones and flowing slowly down the little indentations of the road towards a drain. heretic continued to swing around, tearing the little knife out of Arden's hand and it flew off, bouncing along the stone floor and then sliding into the crowd of peasants.
He's lost one of his weapons already...excellent..
The elf let out a groan of pain,
"Arggggg..."
Sarakon smiled with delight at seeing the pain and damage that he and Heretic had inflicted o this Holy Knight, while Arden had his respect as a knight, he also had Sarakon's contempt, for a damned soul such as he detested the holy over all other living creatures...
Sarakon observed the injured elf before him, breathing rapidly, but he quickly returned to normal and drew a large crossbow from his back and pointed it at Sarakon. Sarakon noted that the crossbow was not loaded with any arrows yet Arden held it out, pointing it at Sarakon as if he could fire at any time...
..A Holy Knight wouldn't be so incompetent as to not know his bow isn't loaded....I need to keep an eye out for anything strange here...a normal arrow probably wouldn't do much more than dent my armour, but if this elf has some kind of magical tricks up his sleeve then it could be a little more troublesome...
The elf spoke again to Sarakon, his voice seemed to be totally emotionless, he was calm and collected, obviously suppressing the rage he felt for the damage done to him,
"You answered me naught before... What is your name?
This angered Sarakon, he had told the damn elf his name earlier and Arden had totally ignored it,
Is this elf not taking me seriously?..Does he not listen to the words I speak....insolent bastard... for this disrespect I'll make him pay....
Sarakon's eyes flared with dark red light as the anger swelled within him, his nostrils flared as he spoke,
"I told you my name you ignorant little elf, I am Sarakon, you'd be wise to learn that name...and to fear it.."
Sarakon was disgusted as he saw Arden's lips curl up into a sickening, arrogant little smile.
Bastard
Thought Sarakon as he watched the smiling elf eyeing him down his crossbow, his chin low to it so that he could get a clear aim, with his hand holding the handle firmly,
..he's aiming at me, and by now he must know that the bow isn't loaded...and come to think of it he has no quiver of arrows...so this bow must use some other kind of projectiles..
All was made clear when Sarakon saw a green light run out of Arden's hands and up to the top of the crossbow, forming an arrow with a green light emanating from it, charged with energy.
So it's a magic crossbow..how quaint...
Sarakon realised suddenly that he had no cover, he was out in the middle of the street so he wouldn't be able to duck behind anything, and given the speed of arrows he doubted he could block it with Heretic, his only chance would be to dodge it.
Sarakon saw Arden pull the trigger on his crossbow, and suddenly the arrow pulsating with green light was rushing towards him at an incredible velocity, he could barely track its movement, one minute it was atop the crossbow and the next it was well on its way to reaching him.
As an instinctive action, Sarakon tried to dive to his right to dodge the oncoming arrow, not sure if his armour could stand up to this magical onslaught, but just as he began to drift to the right, bending his knees to thrust his weight over to speed up his dodge, he felt a hard knock to the left side of his chest.
The arrow smashed into his armour, sending little shards of dark metallic shrapnel flying out, as the magical arrow pie | | | |
