The Battle Between Iras and Alistair

[Rorolina Frixell]

In a small, abandoned village a dense air hangs overhead, the houses, abandoned with parts of the woodwork rotted away from age or fallen off from harsh weather. The ground was sandy and dust-filled with various vermin scurrying around. The stream that cut trough the middle of the village had it's bridge worn down, with most of the brickwork gone. The water almost silent despite the deathly quiet of the surroundings. The sun beat down on the hot ground, being midday the sun was directly over the area, making for extra heat. The area was completely empty, not a single human in the area, leaving the village to die wth time. The wind was quite calm this day, almost settled with not even a breeze noticeable on the air.

His foots chunching the sandy ground beneath him, Alistair Phelan approached the abandoned village. The heat blared down strongly on him, stubbornly he fought back the tremendous heat as he proceeded to the 'front' of the village he noticed a kind of deathly feel on the wind, yet he knew not the cause. Even when he sniffed through the air he detected no presences aside from his own. Looking around he saw naught but sand and dust in every direction. With the heat's continued strikes he quickly entered the village to seek refuge inside one of the broken houses closest to the entrance he came in from. Though not completely cool it protected him from the sun's burning rays.

 

[AlchemistFox]

OOC: Im using Iras Aedari for this RPB, we decided before it was started that Un-approved chars were allowed.

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Iras were not exactly randomly wandering, though he felt like it, he had been told to follow this road that would eventually lead him to an abandoned village that had been lifeless for decades. He had promised Scelus that he could destroy something if he behaved, and to his surprise he did actually behave. This was why he was wandering towards said dead village. If no one cared about it, and it was left to time anyway, he could at least use this to calm the demon inside him.

His right hand twitched, almost as a kid on x-mas eve, looking forward to the little havoc and fires that he would make.
The day was sunny and it was warming everything around him, the sun also warmed his dark coat, which furthered to fuel the energy reserves he had. One of the few good things that this.. ‘splice’ that he was made into with Scelus was the lack of fear for heat. Be it fires or the sun.
Even deep in the desert he would not buckle under, sweat under the warmth yes, but hardly anything more.

Finally, Iras was standing at the main gates, if one could call it that, if the abandoned village.
Its buildings were nothing more than farming huts, the little straw parts that made up the roof proved the fact, as well as the farming equipment that laid at what seemed to be ruins of a farm.
The air was surprisingly dense, most likely due to the water in the stream that went besides the town evaporating. If nothing else it had a cooling effect to it.

Never assuming that there were anyone around here Iras let control over to Scelus with a little “go mad, enjoy”.
“YES, OH YES!” Scelus shouted in his gurgling like deep voice that would freeze the spine of even a tomb raider. He was in control and he was about to go mad in an abandoned town. Whereas this was not what he would prefer, nothing could compare to he screams of pain, agony and fear of humans that were being tortured and killed in macabre ways.
A chilling effect of joy ran down his spine as he thought back on his previous killings. As sad as this was it was better the nothing, he would have to let his imagination take over from here.

His head dipped slightly, as the right eye started glowing brightly a deep red, the right arm seemingly made of molten stone started to glow brightly, if it were not for the coat already missing its right arm it would instantly combust.
He lifted his Demon hand as he held it almost like a bowl with his palm facing upwards; he formed a fireball that he sent to the nearest building as soon as it was complete. The small hut almost instantly caught fire due to the dryness of it.
The fire spreading slowly due to the distance to a nearby hut ((the one Alistair is in)).
“LETS DO THIS” his dark voice filled with death and horror stated highly as he internally asked for permission to use the ‘6 Gates to Hell’ spell, though Iras stopped him.
“Wait, don’t you feel that? There is someone here” Iras mentally asked Scelus as he felt a presence. “There is someone in one of the huts, call for them, don’t get them burn” Iras mentally commanded.

Scelus got a deep grin on his face “No… You gave me this village, the ones that are in it are mine”..
His words were simple, he wanted them to burn before he ripped their limbs apart and watched them as he gently took out their heart and slowly squeezed the last ounce of life from it.

 

[Rorolina Frixell]

Feeling the hut swiftly increase in temperature Alistair quickly grew alert and began to sniff around. He could smell the stench of smoke all around him, as well as another person outside. tightening his grip on his sword he elbow charged the dried door off it's weakened hinges and quickly got away from the burning hut. Gently holding the tip of his sword against the ground he looked over the man, he looked no older than himself, but something about him struck him as odd. He couldn't decipher the reason why, taking a chance he took a step forward and cleared his throat. "Who are you, And what business do you have here? And why are you setting this village alight? What a waste..." Alistair then quickly lifted the sword from the ground and onto his shoulder, with his left hand against his left gun. "Speak quickly, I don't take being attacked that well"

 

[AlchemistFox]

As a young man came out of a nearby hut that increased in temperature but decreased in size, Scelus grinned wider and wider. Not only did he have a severely twisted look on his face, his right arm was glowing to the degree that the heat around it ‘bended’ the light around it like fires tend to do.

An internal arguing started, apparently this young lad was more than prepared to defend himself, though judging by his initial statement he would most likely not stop until his opponent were dead.

Scelus inhaled and started answering in his deep gurgling voice. “I am the one that will take your life in deep agony” his grin were still as twisted, anyone would agree that it was of a pure madman.
Iras fought and managed to get control for a few seconds. The arm started to dim in brightness, the grin faded and the right eye stopped glowing, though by the light here it would be barely noticeable anyway.
“Don’t…. Run… Please…” Iras got out until he hit himself in the head with the left hand palm.
A quick shake after, and the grin returned along the red glow to the eye and the glow in the right arm.

“Let’s see how much you can entertain me before I torture you to death” was the thing that Scelus stated with his twisted voice before darting towards his opponent.

The huts were ablaze, most if not all were on fire and was almost gone already. Scelus had a large blade on his back and 2 guns strapped to his hips, yet he did not use them.
As soon as he got close enough, he let out a 4 hit combo aimed at the chest of the kid, whereas the last hit would be a heavy punch with the demon arm. (Human, demon, human demon)