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Aeryn Lin versus Azmron
Aeryn Lin lets out a derisive snort at Azmron’s strange, magicked arrows, yet is secretly pleased that her murderous
poison penetrated the elf’s bloodstream. Glancing upward, the assassin spots the arrows careening straight for her,
and with a graceful, fluid movement brings the sword upward in an arc. At that exact moment, her other hand also rises, snatching
another arrow out of midair. She tosses it to the ground and immediately drops into a roll, avoiding three more arrows that
puncture the ground where she had previously stood. With a growl, her scimitar is thrust outward, slashing at the tendons
in Azmron’s ankles. As she waits for the blood to spill, a furious roar rocks the chilled night. The light of the moon
is blotted out by a massive, scaled body that drops from somewhere above. The dragon—Aeryn’s bond mate, Khan’derin,
opens her mouth wide, revealing sharp, jagged fangs, and immediately belches out a noxious cloud. The very air sickens with
the stagnant cloud of pestilence that now falls like rain upon Azmron. Aeryn Lin, meanwhile, drags herself and her sword free
of Khan’derin’s wrath, rolling to her feet and standing silently, watching.
Azmron Sees the deadly beast come forth out of the sky.He then Calls forth to his comanion his faithful Dragon Dominic. Jumping
apon his back they begin to fly high into the air away from the deadly dragon. Suddenly as if out of no where the Dragon appears
beside Dominic and Azmron useing the intimidateing claws to thrust the unsuspecting elf off his friends back. Hiting the ground
in a roll Azmron hears a few bones break. Laying limp for a second He slowly stands up and looks at this damned vampriss.
Hurt not knowing how to react, Wondering if he should pull forth the powers long forgotten by even the oldest of his elven
race, The Ranger looks into the womans uncareing grey eyes and realizes he has no other choice. The elf slips the pouch he
holds at his belt off his side onto the ground, laying two stones on the ground before him. He then stands up and holds out
his hand as if to beckon to a child, Quickly the stones fly from the ground and begin to rotate around each other spiraling
into the hands of the anxious Ranger. As soon as they touch his bloody fingers he feels the power, the Purity, The deep ancient
force that is engraved into this simple ruby and graphite. Immediately He knows What these stones could do for him, running
through all the possible combinations of power he finally decides on the perfect one. Closing his eyes and tapping into the
hidden contents he brings forth the graphite and puts up a temporary magical shield. Holding that concentration he focuses
back to the ruby by summoning the deeper spirit within him. The ruby begins to glow an even deeper red, a crimson hue Darker
then even the Farthest reaches in the pits of hell. Majestically fireballs begin to explode from the ruby and the rangers
body in all directions intended on ingniteing the vampriss....
Aeryn Lin takes advantage of Azmron’s meditation, calling forth her massive draconic companion. With an ‘umph’
the assassin hefts herself up onto the dragoness’ back, flashing a wicked, fanged grin at her foe as Khan’derin
takes to the air. The pleasure fades quickly as the fireballs begin radiating from Azmron, each burning with unexpected intensity.
Aeryn Lin turns a bit, pulling something from the leather harness of the dragon and quickly strapping it to her arm—a
barbed Modovian shield. Soon enough a fireball collides with it, and the force of the blow nearly knocks Aeryn from her seat,
yet something odd is occurring. The barbs upon the shield begin to glow a faint, violent emerald hue, and almost as if the
shield were a crossbow each one fires outward, slicing through the air and coming into contact with a fireball aimed for Aeryn
Lin. Emerald flames fill the air, and the acrid smell of burned earth begins emanating from the scorched places. The assassin
shakes her head, tiring of the ranger’s foolish games, and reaches into the pack held on her back. Slim hands close
around a small vial, and with a grin the assassin yanks it open—only to carelessly toss it over her shoulder. It slams
into the ground near Azmron, shattering like a bomb and sending large chunks of earth and boulders in every direction, intent
on crushing Azmron beneath their weight. As if that isn’t enough, the very earth trembles and shakes, rocked by the
disrupction of crust. Any attempts to stand would be most unwise.
Azmron Continueing the blaze coming from his body he decintigrates any bolders that dare to come near. The ground begins to
shake throwing the ranger off balance and he must come out of his meditation to jump upon redied dominics back to fly off
to a safer position toward the west. Landing safely upon the cliff the elfs Tears off a piece of clothing and splints his
leg. Closing his eyes he begins to pray to his ancient ancestors. Those who taught him, guided him through his troubled life.
Remembering his mentor Juraviel he finds strength at even the darkest of times. Now the ranger knows he needs this inner power
more than anything. Pictures flash through his mind, memories of the peaceful home he once knew come into his meditative vision.
Slowly lifting his head, those blood stained eyes turning an almost tranquil blue. He feels nothing, his leg obviously broken,
blood dripping from the cut deep in his arm, even the poison running through his veins turning them a slight purple hue. Placing
his hands on his Jewelled dagger he whispers a small phrase, a remembrance. "Give me thy strength M'Lord Juraviel" As if the
spirit of his mentor has taken over his body Azmron begins to sprint toward the assasian dispite his dead leg. Right over
the edge of the cliff, Falling farther and farther down silver feather-like wings begin to sprout from his back. Flying toward
the Awaiting vamrpiss and her dangerous dragon Azmron making a desperate final attempt to cut the heart out of the woman and
her measly pet....
Aeryn Lin watches Azmron, wondering to herself how one can possibly splint a leg without a hard surface to lay it on, such
as a board. Shrugging this off as the lastest mortal idiocy, the assassin drops into a defensive crouch, readying herself
for the latest onslaught. Callous, sea-gray eyes lock with the tranquil gaze of Azmron and hold, refusing to back down. No
fear…not even amusement, crosses the beautiful faery-vampiress’s visage as the winged creature brings his weapon
down towards her. In fact, with this new light, all semblences of Aeryn Lin fade, and she almost seems to vanish—the
only hint of her lingering presence showing in the deathly gleam of her poisoned blade. It rises like a charmed snake, slamming
forcefully into Azmron’s weapon and knocking it just enough off-course. The force of the blow sends unpleasant vibrations
up the woman’s arm, yet little more than a muttered curse escapes her lips. How odd.
Aeryn Lin versus Adonijah
Death Duel
Aeryn Lin stands against a wall, muscular arms folded across an ample bosom. The flickering light of many candles gleams
against the strange, platinum hue of her hair, alighting it in such a way that for a moment, one would wonder if the rest
of Aeryn Lin was even there at all. With a slight toss of her head, the assassin fixes brooding, tempestuous sea-gray eyes
upon the human form of Adonijah, and as she studies him with the most calculating scrutiny, crimsoned lips curve into a contemptuous
sneer. With the grace and silence of a cat, she emerges from the shadows, the candles’ glare again dancing upon her—but
not upon the siren herself, but the wickedly curved blade held in her hand. A malicious grin spreads across the vampire’s
inhumanly beautiful visage, and with careful precision, one hand drops discreetly towards her belt. Not so much as a hiss
is heard as a small dagger is drawn, its blade formerly dipped in poison and now sharpened enough to pierce through even the
strongest of chain mail. A faint ‘snap’ resounds through the room and the air whirls around the tiny, poisoned
projectile as it flies in a beeline towards Adonijah’s right eye. Taking advantage of her previous onslaught, Aeryn
Lin now lunges forward, the muscles in her legs tensing for only a brief moment as she springs. The scimitar is lifted, and
then brought down in an arc, accurately centered upon Adonijah’s upper torso.
Adonijah is knelt before the altar, praying for protection in the upcoming battle ahead as his opponent, the vampire known
as Aeryn, walks into the temple. The knight smirks and begins to rise, allowing the cloak he wears to slowly move from the
floor to taking it’s place behind him. The knight turns to his opponent, eyes never losing the sight of the assassin.
He reaches down with his right hand to grab the hilt of his finely detailed blade while his left hand dangles at his side,
still bandaged from a previous battle. The image of Michael, the archangel of the Lord, emblazoned upon the mail he wears
for all to see his true allegiance. The knight catches glance of the slightest movement of the vampire’s hand, aware
of the fluid motion from the skilled training his opponent has had. In a flash, the dagger that was once in the vampire’s
hand is upon him, and he takes a step to the left to dodge it as he draws his blade from it’s slumber upon his hip.
As Aeryn Lin’s blade reaches him, he brings his blade up to deflect the well placed assault. The clash of the blades
can be heard from miles away as it echoes within the temple, signaling the beginning of a great clash between two great warriors.
As he pushes against the blade of his opponent, he takes a step forward, putting himself face to face with his opponent and
while grinning, says, “It will take more than a dagger to take my soul from this land, m’lady.” He flings
his arms down and the blades fall harmlessly back to their owners. In retaliation, the knight rushes to the altar behind him
and dips his blade within the holy water, smiling as he knows this will cause great pain to the undead vampire that has placed
herself in front of him. He turns with a jerk, and now holding the blade with both hands, begins to form an X pattern with
his blade. The jagged edge of scimitar drips very small molecules of the water to the floor as it takes flight from Adonijah’s
meticulous motions. As he closes in, he arcs the last blow to impact the left shoulder of his opponent in a slashing motion
to go across her body, hoping to slice the vampire in half…
Aeryn Lin laughs outright, forgetting her own failure to injure Adonijah as she watches his ignorant actions. She bows
her head slightly forward, a wicked smirk adorning those inhumanly beautiful features. “There are no gods here, silly
boy,” she breathes, more than a hint of laughter in her musical voice. “There is only me.” The woman adjusts
her posture, shifting her curvaceous body at an angle that would almost be considered provocative, though efficient enough.
Finely sculpted legs tense, the muscles bulging slightly with the assassin’s every movement, and with unnervingly quick
reflexes, somersaults backwards, bending her legs and pulling her knees against her chin. The siren’s body is curled
into a tight ball until Aeryn Lin is nearly upon the ground again. Then, like the air of a creature emerging from hibernation,
she extends her legs and lads unharmed upon the floor. Only then does the woman notice the drops of water dangling precariously
from Adonijah’s scimitar, and at the sight of them she smiles with evident delight. Another whisper echoes through the
room, directed towards her foe. “Know your friend…know your enemy better.. Do you not know that all water leads
to the sea?” With an imperious gesture, the droplets of ‘holy’ water are flung by some strange power away
from the weapon, showering the spectators and Aeryn Lin all with horizontal rain. Misty eyes the hue of a stormy sea take
in the vicinity a second dime, a wonderfully awful idea occurring in the assassin’s mind. With little more than a thought,
she sheathes her scimitar, this time reaching and freeing the steel short bow strapped to her back. Aeryn Lin squints for
a moment, before firing into the greenery above once, twice, three, four and five times. At first, little more than an audible
groan is heard, but after little more than a breath a massive sea of greenery comes crashing down from the ceiling above towards
Adonijah, thick, thorny branches, poisonous leaves, and other hazards almost as evident as Aeryn Lin’s initial plan
to ensnare him.
Adonijah watches as his opponent dodges his attack with a slight frown upon his face. He flares at the vampire, eyes never
blinking nor wavering from their line of sight toward this undead being. His arm muscles twitch as the anticipation of the
forthcoming attack is imminent. He wipes the sweat and rain from his brow, so that nothing impairs his ability to track this
assassin. The human watches as the assassin fires arrows into the greenery with a puzzled look upon his face. The blade in
his hands never moves or flinches, as if a scorpion poised for a deadly strike that is sure to happen. The knight jumps at
the sound of the crashing, and turns immediately to peer at the unnatural beast that now lay in front of him. At once, the
knight begins to swing wildly at the branches coming towards him, until at once he stops. He lets the sword in his right hand
drop to his side and closes his eyes. The branches envelope him and seem to swallow him whole. As he disappears from the sight
of his rival, he begins to chant a praise to his God. In a few brief moments, the greenery explodes, as if a massive bomb
has detonated within the concoction. Before the onlookers, Adonijah stands, arms at his sides, muscles visibly twitching from
arm to foot. His eyes open, slowly, revealing white orbs, void of color. The knight slowly drops his head from staring up
position to a direct glare at the assassin. A smile comes across his face and he slowly lifts his left hand in a fist. His
index finger then releases itself from the fist and he makes a no motion with it, taunting his opponent. “God is in
everything. And you are no God!” the knight states. A loud, boisterous laugh is heard from the knight, and then another
chant. At once, birds of all kinds flock to the temple, waiting to enter the fray. At once, Adonijah brings his right hand
up and motions it as if he is pushing the windows open, allowing the enormous flock outside to enter. Bird feathers fly, creating
a white cloud within the temple, and a rush of wind is felt behind them as they close in upon the vampire…
Aeryn Lin grins unnervingly, securing the bow back to its place upon her back, and then spreading both arms and slender
fingers wide. “Little of me, little you know…” She chants softly, her voice low, hauntingly beautiful. “We
were the children of the god of the seas, turned against him by his jealous twin, who resented the attention he lavished upon
us.” Her bloodstained lips part, followed by a soft exhalation of air. A soft, enchanting melody wafts through the air,
emanating from the faery as fine scents would from a carnivorous flower. The birds, caught off guard by this unexpected harmony,
hesitate to listen to this deadly song of compulsion and desire. For so long do they remain still that each and every one
falls to the ground, landing with sickening splats upon the hard floor. Soon flecks of gore, small, hollow bird bones, and
other innards litter the ground, bringing a satisfied smile to the assassin’s lips as her words finally cease. “It
seems this time, my god has won.” As she speaks, the assassin suddenly retreats from Adonijah, approaching the wall
furthest from him and the window. From outside, a massive shadow blots out the pregnant moon, and with a deafening crash,
the outside wall nearest to Adonijah implodes! Shards of stone, bird corpses, and other shrapnel are fired naturally towards
him, yet the cause of this chaos is the real threat. Through the newly created window, the huge snout of a dragon is thrust
in. The maw of Khan’derin opens wide, revealing sharp, jagged teeth stained with old blood, and with a low rumble, the
dragoness slides her head towards the puny human, hungrily awaiting the taste of his flesh on her tongue.
Adonijah watches in awe as the flight of birds fall helplessly to the ground, amazed at the sheer lack of appreciation of
all things created this undead vampire has. A single tear forms under the knight’s left eye and drops to the ground
after watching the chaos and havoc that just took place. As the human’s eye brows raise, his arm muscles begin to relax
and allow for his arms to drop to his side. The adrenaline in his legs still causes the muscles of his calves to twitch, readying
themselves for the next movement the knight will make. A loud explosion is heard from behind the knight and the knight reacts
by covering his face with his hands and ducking down to prevent any debris from striking his head. A loud roar is heard, and
the knight turns to face this new demonic entity. Staring at the dragon, Adonijah’s eyes meet the dragon’s eyes,
locking in a gaze of mortal enemies. In a brief moment, Adonijah unbandages his left hand and sticks his finger into the open
wound. He cries out in extreme pain, loud enough to echo through the temple and to make others cover their ears from the noise.
Adonijah looks up and closes his eyes, while sweat runs down his forehead and onto the floor, mixing with the blood pooled
underneath his left hand from the open wound. At once, his cries stop, causing an eerie silence to occur within the temple.
He opens his eyes and stares at the dragon, revealing the crimson red orbs that have taken the place of the previous white
eyes. “Dragon,” the knight cries out, “you will not harm me, for I am now your master.” The dragon
lunges towards the knight, and the knight is heard quietly whispering a chant. At once, the dragon stops inches away from
entrapping the knight within it’s massive jaws. Adonijah touches one of the razor sharp teeth with his left hand, letting
the blood from the wound flow within the dragon’s mouth, as if he was feeding the beast. The dragon slowly raises it’s
head and reveals the knight to the assassin. The knight’s jet black hair is now flying in the wind, yet there is no
breeze felt by anyone else who is in the area. The red orbs pierce through the air and gaze upon the vampire, as if searching
for a soul within the undead being. Reaching down to his side, Adonijah’s right hand grasps the hilt of his blade, and
slowly removes it, while his left hand he brings up for the dragon to touch gently with it’s lower jaw. “Nice
pet. But it seems I have taught him a new trick.” A smile comes across the human’s face and he brings his sword
up, pointing it directly at Aeryn. The dragon slowly moves backwards, but then lunges forward, opening it’s mouth, producing
a great fiery breath of air rushing towards the vampire. After the flame’s tail, Adonijah rushes towards the assassin,
throwing the dagger from his belt with his left hand at the assassin’s left side while bringing his sword up with his
right hand, preparing a massive blow aimed for the assassin’s right side, mimicking a pincher move, honed to slice his
opponent in half…
Aeryn Lin lets out a melodramatic sigh of annoyance, placing pale hands upon her hips as the foolish mortal somehow manages
to sway her draconic companion. Muttering angrily to herself, the assassin closes her eyes. Whispered, telepathic words seep
through the ancient bond between dragoness and assassin, and with a swift shake of her massive head, Khan’derin frees
herself from Adonijah’s silliness. Not soon enough, however, to save her mistress from the jet of ill-aimed flame. Used
to breathing only poisonous ash, the fires were ill-prepared and slowly devour the floor between Aeryn Lin and Adonijah. Suddenly,
she stumbles! Falling in a feint to the right, she rolls across the floor, bloodying her leather attire with more debris and
crushed animal remains. She blinks a few times, and springs to her fee with that rapid, vampyric grace. In the blink of an
eye, the gleam of metal appears within the woman’s hand, and with a deafening ‘clang’ her poisoned scimitar
slams into the blade of Adonijah, sending it smashing into a million, tiny, shiny pieces. Aeryn Lin glances coldly at her
foe, the most grim of smiles upon her inhumanly beautiful face, and with her free hand beckons Khan’derin towards her.
The dragoness, though, has had enough of humanoids for the moment, and flies out through the hole she created.
Adonijah bows to his opponent, for she is a worthy duelist. "I shall miss our little shouting matches." ~laughs~
Adonijah kneels to a praying position, awaiting the verdict.
Adonijah said to Aeryn, "Either way, I am honored to be part of such a great duel, whether you wish to admit that or not."
Donovan clears his throat and stands to his feet.
Donovan addresses both duelers, nodding to each of them in turn. "This duel was well fought on both sides, but there can only
be one victor. The judges have deemed Aeryn Lin the winner."
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