The Paths of Tragedy - Page 51

June 21, 2008, 7:49 PM

Seeing the portals collapse and the enemies disappearing Rornal turned his attention to Cain, he seemed to be slightly more on guard now that his army had disappeared. As Rornal walked toward Cain with a slight smug look on his face he left a few feet of distance between them, he then placed his weapon back in its holder and looked Cain directly in the eyes. "You can go now if you want to, there is no reason for you to be here now. I won't follow you, as long as you don't cause any more damage now I'll grant you a safe retreat." Rornal spoke, half calmly with a hint of amusement in his voice and on his face. Cain glared back at Rornal, half in anger and half in a kind of supressed rage. "Hmph, though I wouldn't ordinarily do this I shall leave... But tell me one thing, should you ever meet me again or my brother... What would you do?" Rornal seemed slightly puzzled by this question and made no attempt to hide it. "Well... I don't know to be honest, I guess time would be a better answerer to this, I can't say for sure what my actions would be for events could manipulate any answer I give you. I guess though not much of one, that is my answer. So, will you be going now?" Rornal stroked the tip of his Infinity Trigger gently before lowering his hand back down to his side. Cain seemed unsatisfied with the answer but prepared to take his leave, he lifted himself into the air and took flight. After Cain's presence had faded, Rornal scanned around for the presence of Damian. After a spin around the whole arena he tracked him down to a small crack in the arena wall that had not been damaged much during the fight. Rornal walked calmly toward there and crouched down slightly as he got closer, he saw a black lump in there which he pulled out. As Rornal looked over it he identified it to be Damian. Picking him up and carrying him over the shoulder he grabbed his staff in his left hand and started to walk him inside the arena where he could be taken care of. Although he didn't have too many injuries he needed care for his exhaustion in particular. After some people in white robes took him off his hands Rornal took a seat nearby, wondering if he would be approached or not, considering what had happened there was a high likelihood of it happening. It was clear what was going on in this time, his target to protect was most likely Damian, who he had taken to be cared for. And most likely, Cain was intending to slay him before Damian gains the power to defeat him. There seemed to be more to it than this, he would need to approach the others who were fighting when he got the chance. Before allowing these thoughts to overwhelm him he went for a walk around the inside of the arena, hoping he'd bump into someone recognisable soon.

June 22, 2008, 4:57 AM

As he ignited his anger against Testament, the dark knight could not avoid to sense the cold sound of death announcing its arrival by whispering to his ears. It was evident, Julius was now fully aware that a threatening spear was coming from straight to his head. Julius soon shifted his attention to the attacking spearman, fixing his cold stare on him. His eyes widened, Julius awaited until the last second to avoid the attack, and so he did. Surprisingly, Julius jumped away from the spear, leaving an shadowy afterimage where he once stood. The image dispersed as the spear went through it. Julius sighed as he gave away a faint laugh, then he exhaled his annoyance as he now noticed the presence of two more warriors. He recognized these two as Hera Ledro and Jake, and although he never met them before, during the little time he was here Julius was able to learn their names well.

"Ah...I see that I am surrounded..."

Julius closed his eyes as he rested his face on the palm of his left hand and then he kept laughing maniacally. "And so there was once darkness covering the land..." Julius said as he rose his blade towards the sky. His sword shinned bright red as it emanated a dark mist which surrounded Julius.

Suddenly, the shadows embraced him completely and then the mass of darkness began to expand. As soon as the mist dissipated, Julius was seen yet this time he was not alone, for now he was surrounded by his dark clones, one clone for every character present. They had pale skin and lifeless expressions, their mouths expelled dark mist and their eyes were glistening with vivid, devilish lights.

"Now we are...even...."

June 22, 2008, 3:32 PM

OOC: How many clones are there? And if it is a high number, please estimate ^^
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Entas withdrew from this one, shortly after the dark, evil knight, appeared.
After all, he knew this was not a battle that he could win.
He left through the closest gate as soon as he could move.

Alumar sat there, almost enjoying the 'entertainment'
His energy levels had gotten plenty time to rise, thought he had a small mental fatigue that would not leave him just yet.

Alumar got on his feet, and readied himself for whatever might come.
Though, he did not plan out a shadow clone thing.
He sighed at the mans almost poetic way of talking. "Even in the deepest darkness of night. There is always a ray of light" Alumar explained, trying to be somewhat poetic, and philosophic as well. Not really knowing if he succeeded or not.

In either case, it was clear this person knew some of the people around here. And he gave off a rather interesting life sign to Alumar's [Detect Life]
Even thought he was at the end range of the effective distance.

It was also rather clear that this person had to e dealt with, in one way or another. Or the army invasion they just fought off, might be nothing compared.

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EDIT;
OOC2:
Yes, that 'poetic' attempt is stolen from Kingdom Hearts.

June 24, 2008, 1:30 AM

((OOC: Awesome, this'll be fun as hell!))

Hera's eyes narrowed, and his face had a calculating expression. There were clones, lots of them, and they weren't the kind of creatures that Hera would be keen on underestimating.

Without warning, the clone that had been focused on Hera leapt at him, straight alongside Jake's clone. The two warriors soon found themselves in a dance of death with the dark beasts, easily more powerful than those pitiful soldiers they had fought only a few moments previously. The Allsie's sword flashed through the air as he parried his own opponent's strikes, and he hewed and hacked at the ethereal foe with force he'd rarely fought with before. His focus was unyielding, and his face was set.

Jake and Hera soon found themselves back to back, and quickly went into a double force attack. The clones of the dark knight had them flanked, but Hera and Jake had trained together for years now; their teamwork was nothing to be scoffed.

And so Hera and Jake quickly whirled about, Jake jumping on Hera's tail as the Allsie ducked. Hera vaulted his grandson in the air with his tail and shot forward, catching his foe off guard and slicing him through the midsection.

Jake flipped in the air and shot downward, dealing a hefty two-footed blow to his own clone. But this was fun, and Jake wasn't about to give it up. With a grunt, the young Dragon rolled away and turned around, readying his sword in front of him. He could have finished off the clone, but he decided to give it the chance to get up and fight him; he'd been waiting for a good battle for a long time.

Hera turned his attention to the dark knight, keeping his sword and tail at the ready. What would be this new foe's next move?

June 24, 2008, 3:13 AM

Zeria's jaw dropped as a frightening likeness to herself appeared as a clone.
~The hell is that thing?! How did he...?! No. Stop overloading your thoughts, Zeria. Remain calm and do not let them see your panic~

She gripped her two main blades tightly and drew them, pointing them at the clone of herself.

"This is disgusting madness. Whomever you seem to think you are...whatever power you possess...I will end you, or die trying!"

She was angry now, and had many things she wanted to know, and for some reason, the LionHeart Gunblade still strapped to her back felt heavy, like it was beckoning to something. She ignored it and charged the clone, locking in a battle with it that lasted quite a bit of time.

Zeria struck for vitals, while the clone mocked her and went for her own. Zeria was caught off guard and took a rather deep slash to the left shoulder, wincing, but responded and countered with a stab straight through the right shoulder of the clone and began to push with force, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes turned deep green...as did the clone's.

"Natura, artis magistra!"
"Natura, artis magistra!"

In a crash of earth, both the clone and Zeria could be seen attacking each other, throwing vines and ripping up ground to chuck at each other. An explosion of dirt...........cleared to show Zeria stab her Punisher into the clone's heart.

"You lose...foul disgusting beast..."

She got up and her eyes turned back to normal as she moved to stand by Hera's side.

"What do you say we both take him on? The others can deal with their clones and get to helping afterwards..."

She winced again, the bleeding wound in her shoulder creating deep pain. Dual-wielding was going to be difficult for her now...

June 24, 2008, 5:07 AM

(OOC: since I am waiting of Julius to post Lucius' post. Here goes a flash back of Hejaloki and Archzil{aka armgeddon}, I know Julius wont mind this. As well the last part of this post will go into Julius' next post as Lucius)

Hejaloki was lost in thought as he watched the fight. Thinking of simalities with a past fight along side Archzil.

-5000 years ago-

Admist the darkness of the battle field stood a few beings of light among the hordes of relentless demons.

"Watch out behind you Archzil." yelled a cloaked figure.

Archzil bought his sword around and cleaved through two demons in one blow. The demons turned into crumbled obsidian. Then he yelled back to the cloaked figure, "You should watch yours too, Hejaloki."

Hejaloki heard it and bought his shield around to block the blow. Countering the demons attack with his sword. Hejaloki bought the sword through the demons heart and turning the demon into crumbled obsidian.

Time to end this Archzil thought.

Archzil raised his sword to the heavens and said, "Light shall pierce the darkness of the land...". Archzil's sword glowed a bright white and before each demon was a figure of light...

-Present day-

Hejaloki was awaken from what Lucius said.

"Sorry I was lost in thought. What did you say?"

June 26, 2008, 1:44 AM

SHUNK! Wylliam felt his felt his spear sink into the ground as his attack was avoided easily by the dark knight. This didn't seem to bother Wylliam, though.

"Heh. It would seem you are no amature," he said with confidence as he straightened. He grabbed his spear in his left hand and tugged. The spear didn't budge. Wylliam laughed weakly at the knight, then turned around and began to pull at it with both hands, yielding no effect whatsoever. He whipped back around to face the knight, face contorted with effort, using both hands behind his back to try to free his weapon. Wylliam continued to speak, his words punctuated with the occasional grunt.

"Indeed, you are *urgh* quite collected and *hrngh* confident, though *ngh* you shouldn't *hoy!* take me lightly!" Unable to move it an inch, Wylliam rested against it, panting, with his back to the spear. The spear then promptly fell to the ground, an action Wylliam immediately copied. He jumped to his feet, looked suspiciously at his weapon before picking it up, then turned to face the others as dark clones began to form behind him without his notice.

"Ha! Thought that would do the trick! Sometimes my genius scares me..."

"You idiot, MOVE!" Testament screamed as a clone rushed at Wylliam's exposed back. Wylliam looked curiously over his shoulder, was jostled by the sight of the pale skinned warrior, and leapt high into the air as the being's strike swung just below his feet. As he approaced the crest of his leap, he saw Skaol and Testament each fighting their own shadow creature. Skaol didn't seem to be using his family's fighting style, but conventional swordsmanship to fight with his opponent. Testament was focused on avoiding his opponent's attacks, but took the occasional oppurtunity to release a kick to the being's abdomen or swing his violin case against the being's head.

Wylliam then turned his attention down to his own opponent, waiting for him with his sword pointed up. He began to descend, rapidly gaining speed and momentum as he approached the ground. Just as the two were about to skewer one another, Wylliam thrust his body weight forward, parried the creature's sword with his spear, followed the momentum into a flip, landed just behind his opponent, and thrust his spear into and through the creature's back. The shadow being thrashed wildly on Wylliam's spear as life drained slowly out of it. Summoning the last of its strength, the creature flung his sword behind him at Wylliam's head. Jerking his head to the side, Wylliam was unable to avoid receiving a cut to his right temple.

He grit his teeth and forced the now lifeless clone from his spear, looking to see how everyone else was doing with their creature. Skaol was staring sleepily down at the lacerated carcass of his foe, stopping the blood from his own cut from getting into his eyes with his hand. Testament was scowling and kicking the head of the corpse of his opponent, apparently in retaliation for the several cuts to his cape. Wylliam smiled and returned his focus to the main enemy, his eyes brimming with self-confidence.

June 27, 2008, 7:56 PM

Rene spun round as the warriors surrounded the man in the middle.

"Looks like trouble..." Rene said to himself. "Up for it Rene? ... Hell yeah!

"Now we are...even...."

Rene heard the man speak and turned his head to see several clones appear at his side instead of being alone.

"What the hell is goin' on today?" Rene said to himself

Rene sped forwards as the man in the middle summoned clones all around him. As Rene entered the battlefield he saw that each one looked like one of the warriors. Rene spotted a young woman with fiery red hair kill one of the clones and stand next to another person. Rene could tell the red head was hurt and rushed to her side.

"Allow me to deal with that." Rene smiled at her as he put his hand over her wound and summoned his Cure magic. His hand glew light green and almost instantaneously healed her wound.

"Name's Rene, hope ya don't mind but I don't fancy seeing everyone be killed today. What are your names?" Rene asked the Red head and the man who stood next to her.