The Paths of Tragedy - Page 52

June 27, 2008, 9:18 PM

While Rornal remained within the arena, he surveyed his surroundings when he felt a tense air building nearby, unable to relax himself he looked around for where the area of tension was resonating from. As he walked through the arena hallways he then from the corner of his felt eye saw a group of people fighting off what seemed like dolls being manipulated by darkness. Under closer inspection with his scanning equipment saw that they were not technically alive and that the source of them was very close by, as he slowly entered the arena keeping his presence unknown he lowered his body to a crouch and slowly approached the center where everyone was distracted with the enemies he then found the source of these dummies... Unfortunately he was detected first and then right before him a demonic form of himself appeared, Rornal slowly came to his full height and almost gasping in shock took a step back. "What... Are you?" Rornal asked his dummy. Showing no emotion it merely approached intimidatingly. Rornal managed to summon the courage to unsheath his sword and bear it toward his foe. Stepping slowly back he saw his opponent preparing to use his blade, a double of his own. He then ran toward Rornal and prepared a heavy lunge, Rornal managed to dodge it narrowly with a dive to the left, from his crouched position he saw his foe prepare to chop him in two but Rornal managed to perform a quick slide between his legs and slash at his foe's legs while sliding past. Rornal quickly got to his feet and held his blade in both hands and started to fight back, he ran forward and performed a sweeping slash, his foe did the same and locked their blades by the edge of one another. They broke off and tried another slash with the same result. "Wha-? You can read my every move?" Rornal started to sweat rapidly under this tension, it seemed he was fighting an indefeatable foe and needed to think up something he couldn't counter... But what's to say that he wouldn't think likewise? He started to panic slightly, he had to relax himself somehow, clear his mind. If he slipped up now he wouldn't be able to have any hope of victory. He then saw his clone engulf itself in black light... Now the tension was really heating up.

June 28, 2008, 4:28 AM

-----L U C I U S-----

Lucius was quite concerned with the current situation, yet he knew that exposing himself in such a vulnerable state to dark monster wouldn't be the smartest idea, after all, the demon controlled him once, so these monster could do it again. Knowing what his best option was, Lucius made his thoughts known to Hejaloki who was also trying to device a plan against their common enemy.

"Hejaloki....we must leave..."

--------------J U L I U S--------------

Amused by how his dark "brothers" fought his opponents fiercely, the malevolent Julius couldn't resist the urge to burst in sadistic laughter. As he witnessed the chaos he had brought upon the Colosseum and how the people fled in cowardice the area, the dark knight felt more than pleased. It seems that his darkened heart found a grim satisfaction in provoking suffering to others.

"So hilarious to see that you are helpless against the forces of darkness...."

Suddenly, Julius sight was drawn towards Hera Ledro, who seemed to be one of the few who managed to keep it up against the dark clones. Intrigued by the power of this "dragon warrior" and seeing him as a possible new "acquisition", Julius remained staring coldly at him. It seemed that the demon had laid his eyes on a possible new host.

June 28, 2008, 4:55 PM

Alumar stood up, slightly smiling at the challenge issued.
As his eyes met with the shadow clone of himself. He instantly made a "limbo move" where he bended backwards.
Mere inches from his chest, a jet black orb flew past and ended up taking out a fair size of the seats in the tribune.

"So, you have a simmilar skill set. eh" he grinned wickedly.
What intrigued him the most, was that these where shadows, not living things, so his [Detect Life] where useless. He turned it off, to gain his full energy regenerative powers back.

Alumar opened both his hands, slightly elevated away from his hip, and 2 [Energy Blast]'s formed. In the same instant, the copy did the same, but his spheres where jet black

"Game on" Alumar said.

A mere second later, he sent the 2 spheres towards the shadow, which did the same, the orbs impacted in the air. making a large explosion of light and dark mists.
Alumar used this second of poor sight, to send yet another one against the shadow, as he ran towards it, though, it thought the same, and yet another explosion was made.
Alumar had to roll away to evade the blast wave.
As he rolled, he got to his feet, and created a fire ball, as well as an orb of lightning.
He sent the fireball first, and the lightning straight after. The fireball was struck by a back sphere, and the lightning was diverted by a sword the shadow had picked up, and thrown towards it.

Alumar grinned. He had a few ideas left.
His eyes barely glowed for a split second, and his speed was heightened.
As he ran towards the shadow, he noted the shadow did the same. Apparently they had a simmilar spell list.
Alumar thought for a second. though the shadow did not, a black orb landed a mere foot from him, sending him flying.
The shadow too the opportunity, to land a well placed punch into Alumar's chest. Sending him rolling away, only to stop at a small pile of sand.

He got to his feet, and coughed. And he grinned.
Alumar had a plan.
He turned off the haste spell, and for some reason the shadow did the same.
His idea worked. He sent 2 fireballs toward it again, mainly for distraction, and 2 jet black orbs intercepted them. Making a fiery and black mist colored explosion.

He activated the Ring, as he held that held behind himself. He double cast Haste. Making the shadow cast haste as well.

Alumar feigned the same speed as a single haste spell, as he ran towards the shadow. As the shadow charged a black sphere. Alumar took use of the extra speed.
Alumar dodged the incoming spheres, and ended up in front of the shadow with his right hand holding around the shadow's face.

"Smite" he grinned, as a bright flash followed.
As the flash was gone, as was the shadows head, and it fell to the ground, lifeless as a shadow should be.

Alumar turned off the haste spells, and looked around, he was not the only one that managed to take care of them.

June 29, 2008, 4:22 AM

((OOC: Actually guys, they're clones of Julius, not yourselves. You're fighting copies of himself, not your own shadow selves

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Hera Ledro met the stare that the dark knight was giving him. There was something about him, something that caused Hera unease. His power was undeniable, that was to be sure, but it was the actual way his opponent held himself. Something about it bespoke deceit and tragedy, death and misery in the past. The feeling was so powerful that Hera almost felt sympathetic for the dark knight.

But he couldn't let this deceive him. He had no proof as to the man's past, so there was no telling what he could or would do. For the first time in a long time, Hera felt genuinely frightened; he didn't know who this man was, or what he could do. It was the lack of knowledge that scared the Allsie the most, the inability to comprehend what this man could do.

And yet, his face bore a mask that was radically opposite to his fright. He was no coward, he would not let his fright command his actions. His face reflected that of a warrior with no fear, a born fighter who fought only to protect what he loved.

And nothing would change that.

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Felldoh sat against the wall. "Would you listen to that, Brome?" The younger mouse looked up at his squirrel friend with a puzzling look. "Listen, Brome, you can hear the sounds of battle in the courtyard." The mouse strained his ears as per his friends request, and then nodded grimly; through the corridors, he could hear the sounds of battle.

A grim smile played across Felldoh's features. "Listen to that, they're having all the fun."

Brome returned to the fox he was watching over, and shook his head. "I'm not a fighter, Felldoh, I'm a healer. That's the stuff you do." Brome quirked his head a bit as he looked at the fox. "Felldoh, this fox is smaller than us...a lot smaller."

"Yeah," Felldoh snickered, "He's small all right. I bet I could stamp him out with my paw."

"Don't even think about it." Brome's voice was defiant and challenging, though his eyes remained fixed on the fox. "We're not home anymore, Felldoh, the creatures here are different. How do we know he's not a good person?"

"He's vermin," Felldoh spat. "That's all we need to know. I got beaten by them enough to never trust a fox again."

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Jake parried his foe's sword and played to the side. His gigantic zweihander flashed through the air, playfully deflecting the assaults of his foe. It was frustrating, though; no matter how much he toyed with the shadow clone, he could get no emotional response, not even anger!

"Come on," Jake crowed, "You've gotta be able to do better than this!" As if in response, the clone doubled its efforts and struck at Jake. Jake laughed and dodged to the side.

He'd decided enough was enough. With a flourish of the Soul Shredder, Jake carved his foe's head from the body. The creature crumpled in a heap, and Jake whirled around, ready for whatever opponent wished to come forth and challenge him.

June 29, 2008, 4:45 AM

(OOC: another flash back in this post)

Hejaloki listen to Lucius, but where to go. Hejaloki thought of a place and looked at Lucius.

"Alright, let us make haste. As I have been hiding us from Armgeddon." As soon as Hejaloki said that he took a mortal form.

--4000 years ago--

On the Realm of Light. In the angelic stronghold, Halls of Light.

"Hey Archzil." said Hejaloki as he chased him down the hall.

"Why hello there, Hejaloki" replied Archzil.

"I have just met the most beautiful woman." Hejaloki said.

"Who is the lucky girl?" asked Archzil.

"Joila..."

June 29, 2008, 12:19 PM

OOC: I assumed it was like this, as I asked in the sing up, and I was told that it was of us. And since Julius posted later, and did not mention it, I assumed he agreed, so I will not edit my post.
And lets face it, Alumar would have little problems with a shadow sword wielder, if it can use no magic. Haste + bombardment. ^^
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Alumar looked at the knight person in the center, he was the one that made the clones, and emitted an aura of dark evil.

To make sure that he was not taken by surprise, he re-activated [Detect Life] and followed the knight closely.

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Soris awoke, slowly with his eyes only.
He was no longer in the arena, judging by the room, he was in a lobby of sorts.

"He's vermin," A voice stated, making Soris somewhat sure it was intended towards him.
He held his voice in, to make sure that he was not hunted again.
He turned his eyes towards the ones talking. And what he saw, was a giant mouse and squirrel looking creatures.

He jumped away, taking a few fast steps. Ending up a few meters away from them. Though slight balance problems, he began looking for the closest exit point. While looking at the creatures.
He urged to speak, but he was not certain if he should.
He stood his ground, with what balance he had.

June 29, 2008, 1:04 PM

As his clone finished his transformation, Rornal gazed in horror at his doppelganger in his first stage transformation. If Rornal didn't hurry he would be finished, holding his sword in both hands hesitantly he tried to think of something--anything that could save him. His hands were clearly shaking and his body was exhausting itself too quickly. Rornal then thought up a plan, he would use this clone's power against him. He took a few steps back, trying to hide his fear with a confident grin while his clone approached in the same menacing walk as before. "Come on, what's the matter, you afraid?" Rornal called at the clone, barely stopping his own fear as he said this. Then he remembered one advantage he had over his transformed state... He could fire projectiles, his first stage transformation could not. Pointing his Infinity Trigger at his foe, he took aim at his helm and readied his finger on the trigger.

"Hah, it's over now... You have one weakness that I can take advantage of, now die!" Rornal clearly had more confidence now, the clone seemed unphased by this and continued to walk towards him. Rornal aimed straight between the clone's 'eyes' and then fired round after round at it, the clone was knocked back slightly and his helm flew off from the impact, showing the black misty form that enveloped its physical body. The clone then grew slightly more aggressive and ran forward with blade in hand towards Rornal. Rornal tried to dodge this with a roll to the side but was struck by the sharp boots of his clone which slightly impaled his torso. Brought to his hands and knees, Rornal started to cough up blood and almost started to be sick. The kick had made him lose a lot of energy in his frail form, slowly climbing to his feet, he held his stomach for support and then his clones punched him full force in the face, he didn't want to kill him now, just prolong the torment. Then his clone stood over him and with his sword in hand slowly brought it to Rornal's neck. Then in a spur of the moment he thrust his sword deep into his clone's torso. "Drop dead asshole" Rornal remarked to his clone before firing 7 rounds into the clone's now open stomach. The clone then fell dead and was lain over Rornal, being as weak as he was he started to fire a few more rounds to ease the weight on him so he could escape.

When Rornal finally got up, his face now covered in blood and his body on the verge of collapse Rornal fell to his knees, he then let out a pool of blood and vomit before his vision became blurry and he fell back. He started to feel the effects of blacking out as he started to blink, each more blurry than the last. With what little energy remained he uttered a few words, hoping someone would hear them. "Help... Me... Heal..." He then blacked out and his body lay there limp.

June 29, 2008, 8:13 PM

Wylliam looked from the Dark Knight to Hera, then back to the Dark Knight. What was with that almost longing stare that Hera was getting? Wylliam dashed to a spot just in front of Hera and pointed his spear at the man.

"I don't know what funny ideas are floating around that skull of yours," Wylliam growled, shaking his spear for emphasis, "but you better point that gaze somewhere else. Perhaps the powers of darkness are strong, but nothing can stand against Wylliam Morgan when he's protecting his friends!"

As Wylliam stood there doing his best to look intimidating, a small pebble flew from out of nowhere and hit the right side of his helm with a 'ping.' "Fool!" Testament's voice rang out. Wylliam looked with shock to his right to see the girlish man marching at him, violin case once again at his side. He stopped and pointed a gloved finger at the Dragoon. "You think you look cool?! You think that just because you're standing up for the blue guy, you're suddenly gonna be strong enough to protect him?!" Testament shifted his pointing from Wylliam to Hera, though didn't look away from the spearsman. "Your conceit goes way beyond hubris! Open your eyes! You are way outclassed, both by that dark guy and by big blue here, and you wanna get between them?!"

"Don't underestimate human will," Skaol said gently from behind Testament, placing a hand on his shoulder. He then stepped past him and looked at Wylliam seriously. "Still, you really do need to be careful about your limits."

Wylliam stamped his foot in frustration. He may be a narcissist, but he knew that he really was out of his league this time. Please God, Wylliam prayed silently, doubling the grip on his spear and staring intently at his feet while his eyes began to tear, please give me the strength I need to protect my friends. Please...

Skaol looked sadly at Wylliam and turned to Hera. "Please be careful. Wylliam would never forgive himself if a friend got hurt while he watched helplessly from the side. I don't want him to do anything stupid." Of course I'm one to talk, he thought, I wouldn't hesitate to give my life to save Wylliam's.

Testament grunted in disgust and turned away from the sappy scene, looking instead to the enemy. Humans are truly revolting... not to mention helplessly cliche...