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Anharat versus Atropos
Anharat walks into the centre of the shrine. Tearing his eyes away from the orbs to fall on his undead opponent. Not sure
what to make of his fellow clan member Anharat prepares himself both physically and mentally. "No holding back... Friend."
Drawing his mighty axe the polished blades reflecting niether himself or his opponent. Dropping to his knees he throws his
axe in the air, insteed of falling it simply floats above his head. As Anharat starts to chant slowly, the axe starts to spin
around the young vampire. As the chanting increses speed so does the axe spinning until all that can be seen is the light
occasionally catching the blade in its deadly spiral. Suddenely Anharat stands pointing to his Vampiric opponent the axe missing
his finger by a mere inches. Then the axe flies towards Artopos. As it gets near Anharat lifts his hand the axe flying into
the air then the young vampire drops his hand sending the axe flying down onto his opponents head at an incrediable speed...
Atropos looks around briefly, catching sight of Anharat. As she moves towards the front of the Shrine, a small breeze follows
her, causing her hair to wind around her face and neck. The vampire's eyes settle on Anharat as she positions herself ready
for whatever he has to deal out. Her darkened eyes stay focused upon the assassin's battle axe as it floats above him, spinning
so fast, it's almost unbarable to watch. As the axe speeds towards her, Atropos never moves. With a swift movement, the axe
flies directly above her while her eyes stay focused on her opponent. Within seconds, her ears catch sound of the axe falling
upon her. At the last possible moment, she drops to the ground, rolling to the right, just as the axe falls directly on the
spot in which she had been standing. She rolls back to her feet, standing to her full height, she aims the crossbow directly
at the assassin before her. With a small wink, she releases the five bolts at him, all aimed for vital body parts. When the
arrows are right upon him, the ranger pulls out three small knives, throwing each of them at his chest.
Anharat watches Artopos staring at him, he feels a little uncomfortable with those deep, dark green eyes, they seem to bore
into his skull reading his very thoughts. As she dodges his axe he swears under his breath cursing her speed. As she stands
bearing her crossbow he smiles. As the arrows are fired at him he pushes his hands in front of his heart, letting the arrows
stab into his body and his hands, he laughs. "You should know better then that friend." Then the unseen knifes stab into his
body missing his heart by inches. Staggering under the blows he rips the aroows out one at a time finally ripping the knifes
from his chest careful not to let them hit his undead heart. Dropping them into a pile at his feet he looks back at his opponent
rage turning his normally serene face into a distorted mask of fury. Drawing his throwing stars he starts to run straight
for Artopos throwing one, two then three stars all aimed for his vampiric opponents black heart. As they leave his hands he
screams in a language not designed for the human mouth. Suddenly his axe draws itself out of the dirt and flies towards Artopos,
whistling through the air like a bird drawn from the depths of hell.
Atropos grins as the arrows distract Anharat for the actual attack. The knives hit her opponent's chest and the vampire
laughs with glee, but the laughter dies quickly from her as he begins to pull the arrows and knives from his body. A more
determined look crosses her face as her eyes begin to grow even darker, almost black. The ranger watches as her opponent pull
something out and flings it towards her. Quickly, she jumps up, but unable to dodge the throwing stars completely. One finds
her side, another, her left arm, the third buries itself in her leg. She falls to the ground from the impact of the throwing
stars just in time to see that dreadful axe flying in her direction again. Out of her own natural instint, not thinking of
the pain she's in or the blood pouring from the open wounds, she quickly dodges the battle axe once again, watching as it
flies towards the shrine steps. The vampire removes the throwing stars from where they embedded themselves in her body, dropping
them in a small pack attached to the side of her pants. Atropos focuses her eyes once again on Anharat, drawing an eneregy
from deep within herself. A few lightly spoken words and the wind picks up quickly around her. The soul in which her brother
had provided her with, quickly taking over the body. She brings her crossbow up once again, aiming it directly at the assassin,
fires three more bolts aimed for his chest and mid-section. Just as the bolts leave the crossbow, a fierce wind picks up behind
the ranger, circulating her, then reaches the arrows, causing them to fly at Anharat faster than ever, leaving Atropos wondering
if her opponent could possibly escape all the bolts safely.
Anharat as the vampire watches the throwing stars enter Artopos he laughs arrogently. "Not quite quick enough." Then as she
moves away from the axe his good mood quickly evaporating, again he curses more enraged then ever as the axe misses Artopos
and smashes into the stairs scratching the finely polished blades. Then as the his vampiric opponent seems to change in front
of his eyes, the arrogent look washing off his face as he is suddenly is uncertian. Suddenly as the vampire fires her crosbow
he smiles again. As the wind picks up sending the arrows at a blistering pace at his chest he screams the four words of power
and a black fire envolpes Anharat, the arrows burning into nothingness but the wind pushes the fire into Anharats head seering
his face and burning his eyes. Enraged to the point of exploding Anharat sends the flames towards his vampiric clansmen like
a terrible black tidal wave...
Atropos screams in delight as the fire burns her opponent's face and eyes, but her scream quickly fades as the black flames
quickly make their way towards her. The wind around her gone completely now and the flames dance hypnotically around her,
consuming her body completely. The heat intensifies around her as the black flames close in. Just as the heat becomes so intense
to leave blisters over her arms, she uses what strength she has left in her to jump straight up out of the flames. Her white
wings spread out, carrying above the shrine entrance. The vampire looks at her arms to see blister all over and shakes her
head slowly. A horrific scream of pain falls from her lips and her wings fall back behind her. Darkened clouds appear over
top of her, lightning clashing everywhere. Once more, the ranger readies her crossbow, firing five more bolts at the assassin
on the ground. As the arrows make their way towards Anharat, lightning strikes the Shrine behind Atropos causing the entire
building to shake. The lightning bolts make their way towards her opponent following the arrows from her crossbow. Atropos
knowing she can do no more, sits on the edge of the Shrine, watching her attack fall into place.
Kaethil dashes up, seeing Atropos sitting upon the edge of the shrine. A grin pulls at the corners of her lips and she
gives a delighted howl as she launches forward, tackling her dear family member with a pouncing hug. She quickly leaps away
and saunters off, casually humming beneath her breath, "Oh what a day, what a glorious day it is."
Anharat laughs as he watches his vampiric clansmen blister and burn from the heat of the fire. Completely insane now with
the battle lust he barely notices her flying clear of the flames. Thinking her finished the assassin laughs harder. All of
a sudden the whole shrine shakes unsure what is happning the assassin's head clears of the lust for blood, he sees the bolts
flying at him with lightning close behind. Panicing he tries to think of a spell but none will come to his head, reaching
for his axe he realises it is still stuck into the stairs. Realising he must act soon he jumps high into the air the arrows
painfull smashing into his knee caps sending him head over heels into the bolts of lightning... opening his eyes he realises
he has landed at the feet of the ranger. Getting on one knee and staring into her dark eyes he is barely able to whisper "i
think that is enough warm up for now." before he floats into blackness uncaring what his vampiric opponent will do though
praying for some compassion...
Gareth versus Atropos
Gareth walks slowly into the central chamber of this underground place and nods to Atropos once he sees her standing there.
Ridding himself of all unnecessary armor and dropping it to the ground so that the metallic clothing clangs noisily against
the stone floor.Looking around, the young elf sees that if he were to attack it would be blocked with ease. Waving his hand
in a spiral motion while reciting inaudible words under his breath, he watches as the mist billowing forth from each of the
rooms connected to this one rises up slowly and grows thicker as it blankets the room. Satisfied that the conditions are right
now, Gareth takes a broken table leg that he found in the southern room and breaks it into smaller pieces. Walking silently
towards the shadowy form in that he takes to be Atropos, the thief waits until he gets to point blank range and conjures a
small flame to ignite the chunks of wood before throwing them quickly at the dark shadow
Atropos embraces the mist openly and warmly. The rangers eyes begin to brighten slightly as she looks about the room, waiting
for an attack. Her ears hear the clanking of Gareth's armor hitting the floor, but yet she doesn't move from her position.
The cracking of the wood fills her ears, but still no movement from the elf. She feels the warmth of the flame slice her arm,
but she stays still. One more piece of lighted wood gazes her leg, and then the elf moves. Turning to face her own brother,
she stares at him with no emotion at all. No family love, no bond, no nothing for the elf before her. A small silvery tinge
is seen in her eyes as she looks around the room. Smiling faintly, she glances up at the ceiling and raises a single hand,
palm up. A blue light emits from her hand, reflecting off the crystals in the room, lighting it up completely. No more mist
to hide her foe. Atropos' eyes still fixed on her brother as her other hand comes up, palm facing towards him now as she cocks
her head slightly to the left. A small wind funnel appears in front of the Lyastri, spinning quite slowly but quickly gains
speed. She brings her other hand down to her side as the funnel reaches the top of the ceiling, the bottom of it, spinning
in circles itself. With a quick flich of her wrist, the wind funnel makes it's way towards Gareth and encircles him. As the
wind passes in front of his face, a smirk appears on across the elf's lips as she notices the funnel growing smaller, trapping
her brother inside.
Gareth noticing that the form, which he assumes to be Atropos remains still,he stares bewildered as his attack reaches a target
but wonders vaguely if the target was the intended one. Noticing a light break the shadowy mist and reflect against the walls
causing the mist to evaporate and the room to be visible again, he grins wolfishly as he sees burns on both Atropos' arm and
leg. Fixing the dark brown hues of his eyes on a funnel that suddenly appears next to his sibling, his facial features go
from jovial to most displeased as it grows in size and glides soundlessly towards him. Realizing that she intends to trap
him inside the shrinking funnel, he begins muttering something under his breath and closes his eyes as he feels the temperature
in the room decrease rapidly. Opening his eyes again as a drop of icy cold water hits his head, he looks up and sees a dark
cloud hovering overhead. Hoping that it will free him, he speaks the final verse of the chant and braces himself even as he
feels the icy cold water drench his bare skin and mat his silvery white hair to his head and neck. Certain that the rain is
enough to free him, he walks forward slowly and faces Atropos once more. Picking up a stray piece of wood, he snaps it in
half and loads both pieces into his bow. Pulling the string back as far as he can, he takes aim for her stomach and lets the
string go.
Atropos lowers her hand just as the pieces of wood fly towards her stomach. A small growl escapes her throat as she jumps
quickly, avoiding the first, but the second catching her thigh as she lands on her side. Glancing at the wound on her leg
and then fixing her smokey eyes on her brother. Once more, a silvery speckle can be seen, but she stays on the floor of the
chamber. Nothing noticable about her has changed, except for a small orb she now holds in her left hand. Her right hand produces
a small dagger. Sitting to an upright position, she smiles slightly at her brother as the orb begins to swirl with different
colors. Blue smoke seems to be the brightest of the colors. Her eyes move towards the sphere she holds and she seems to become
entranced by the swirling smoke. After a few moments of doing nothing but staring deeply at the orb, she stands on her good
leg. Quickly, she brings her right hand up and stabs the orb and her left hand, letting her blood fall on the chamber's bright
floor. Her facial expressions never changes as the blood slowly pours from the wound, leaving a small puddle on the ground
before her. The blue smoke rises up from the orb and surrounds the elf, almost as if protecting her or possibly healing her.
Since you still see no physical change, you can't be sure. Along the floor, a greenish smoke begins to lift, swirling about
the middle of the room. From the smoke, a small figure appears directly in front of her opponent. As the figure comes closer,
you realize it's Atropos standing before you, still holding the dagger. Without hesitation, she throws the dagger at her brother's
neck while sinking back into the greenish mist on the floor and slowly appearing where the blue mist had swirled around her.
Gareth watches Atropos as she moves with fluid grace, avoiding mortal injury by jumping and only getting hit by the small
of the two objects. Meeting her gaze and fixing his brown eyes, which grow steadily darker as his fighting spirit grows, on
her gaze he notes the silvery tinge that accompanies her normal grey hued eyes.Realizing that this could be nothing but trouble,
Gareth readies himself for anything that she could send towards him.Sniffing the air, he grows excited by the scent of blood
which is pooling on the floor and giving off a distinct coppery odor. Seeing that the blood is dripping from a wound in his
sisters hand, Gareth grins and looks on as a plume of smoke rises up from the orb clasped in the ranger's hand and envelops
her slender form, completely blocking out her shadow from view.Noticing a figure emerge from the hazy cloud surrounding the
room, the rogue is surprised to see Atropos emerge right in front of him and throw a bloody dagger at the vulnerable flesh
of his neck. Reacting almost on instinct, he twists his body so that the dagger goes flying past,grazing his skin and drawing
blood which trickles down his neck and chest in a steady flow. Ignoring the minute pain of the wound, Gareth makes his way
over to where the blade and picks the weapon up for closer examination. Reaching to his side, Gareth grasps his own dagger
and tosses them both where he thinks that Atropos is hiding and hopes that at least one reaches its mark..
Atropos opens her eyes as the twin daggers fly towards her. Before she can even react to the attack, a familiar feeling
overcomes her and a bright silvery sheen forms over her eyes. The remaining mist in the room surrounds the elf and she disappears
just as the daggers cut through the thick mist. As the small weapons collide with the wall, a massive grey wolf forms where
the woman once stood. A low, vicious growl escapes her throat as she glares at the thief in front of her. As the sound loudens,
the crystals around the room begin to show pictures of the entire family. The only problem with the pictures, all the family
members are slowly fading away, leaving no one for the wolves to bond with now. Seeing how Gareth is distracted by the pictures
throughout the crystals, the wolf leaps at her opponent, landing square on his chest. One paw pushing close to his neck, another
right below the waistline of his pants. Large teeth protrude from her lips as she leans down towards the elf's neck, fully
intending on ripping out his vocal cords.
Gareth has to cover his eyes as a magnificent light breaks through the mist and lights up the room, helped by the crystal
embedded in the pillar. Letting his attention get fully diverted by the pictures of his family which are being projected on
the crystal chunks around the room. Only becoming aware of a growl drifting towards him, Gareth has almost no time to react
and is pinned to the cold ground by a grey wolf that outweighs him by 60 pounds easily and struggles in vain to move as he
fights to keep the teeth that are now exposed from ripping into the tender flesh of his neck. Feeling his heart race quickly,
he tries to calm himself while focusing the remainder of his energy into the palms of his hands. Feeling the flesh grow warmer,
he presses his hands against the fur of the wolf, just as fire envelops them. Hoping that it will act as a ward, he keeps
his hands pressed to the fur covered neck and waits
Atropos rolls off Gareth and crawls back into the mist. Quickly disappearing and laying in it's place is Atropos. Just
as quickly as she appears, she disappears from sight and all that remains in her wake is a puddle of blood.
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