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Bine versus Garr
Bine stands upon the hard wet sand of the cove as she nods to her opponent. It was a cool clear night , the stars shone brightly
upon the beach,As the gentle wind blew,a silken strand of flames brushed across the elven womans face. She smiles softly as
she than brushes it aside. Bine closes her eyes and looks towards the heavens offering a prayer to her mother for protection
and luck this eve.As the bard lowers her head back down she softly starts to sing, her Melodie at the moment only heard by
her sweet ears.The petite woman unsheathes her jeweled dagger that her brother gave her and twirls it within her fingers.
Taking a deep breath her song slowly gets stronger and louder, now just above a whisper.Bine sizes up the monk.Twas not a
fair fight really for he was so much taller than she, but size to her did not matter.Bine jumps up upon the jetty,readying
for her attack. Bine than catapults into the air and as she does so does a mid air summersault towards his chest, the gems
on her daggers hilt catching the light of the moon as it careens towards its target
Garr studies his opponent carefully, making sure she does no sudden movements. He watches as she pulls out a beautifully
jeweled dagger. He grips his hammer tightly as she stands up on the jetty, seeing the dagger in her hand. The giant stands
there, pulling back his hammer, waiting to hit the flying bad. The knife comes closer and closer, flying through the air as
Sabine shoots toward him. The monk stands still, not moving at all, until the last moment. Just as the dagger touches Garr’s
armor, he swings with all of his might. The knife pierces his flesh, blood dripping from its blade and running down the full
plate. As the dagger goes in, the hammer races out, heading straight for the elf’s chest.
Bine feels her dagger hit its mark and this pleases her. Now making her song for all to hear she hopes it will soon take affect,
its Melodie is one of self doubt and pain. Seeing his hammer coming at her there is little she can do to avoid it , but than
she smiles as a thought hits her. Before her dagger breaks free of his flesh she uses the momentive of her summersault to
send her veering behind him. She grabs his armor just as his hammer manages to strike her leg,causing her to scream out in
pain.With sheer will she keeps a tight hold upon his armor. The agile elf braces her feet on his back as she waits for the
music to take hold. Bine than tucks her feet within the plating of his armor and lets go, now hanging upside down behind him
she attempts to stab him in the thigh, before safely dropping to the ground she than does a handspring to move away before
he can turn and attack her at point blank range
Garr grunts as the elf flies past him, happy that his hammer did not miss completely. He feels her grab tight to his back,
doing something with the plating on his back. Quickly, the giant realizes, feeling the added weight on his back, that the
bard is secured to his backside. Sensing that he is in quite the bad position, the monk quickly sticks out both arms, extending
them on the sides, and leans backward. Garr continues to lean back as quickly as he can, his entire body falling backwards.
As he continues to fall, the giant feels a quick shot of pain pierce through his thigh. Blood begins to flow down the inside
of his leggings. Knowing that it must be Bine, the monk continues his fall, hoping to smash his opponent between the sand
and the spiked full plate he wears.
Bine sees the gaint falling towards her at a great speed.Dispite the agile move she atempted to make the elven woman gets
pinned while in mid air. Thinking fast as the bard's legs are pinned under him, She begins to chant, as she does so the wind
picks up and off in the distance a water spout can be seen. Bine atemps to free herself as her chant gets louder and the cyclone
of water gets closer.Luckily her dagger is still tight within her hand, with a glint of evil in her eyes she again attacks
the monks shoulders. The elven woman brases herself as the powerfull water spout careens towards them hoping it will pick
him up, sending him into the jetty...
Garr lets out a large grunt as he hits the sand. Hoping to see his opponent beneath him, the giant turns his head only
to see the bard half caught under him and wielding her dagger as before. As the monk starts to get up, the elf slashes the
giant’s shoulders, splattering red liquid over the sand. After releasing a yell of pain, Garr notices the water rushing
towards him. Wincing, the giant readies himself for the impact. With a large rush of wind and spray of water, the cyclone
sends the giant crashing against the jetty, sharp rocks stabbing him as he is hit against the rocks multiple times. Finally
the waters die down and the monk falls to both knees, blood now flowing freely down the jetty into the waters, leaving a crimson
river. The giant lets out a large yell and then grabs one of the nearby rocks with both hands. A moment passes and nothing
as the giant continues to grunt and yell. Then a small cracking sound can be heard, slowly growing. Finally, with a large
shattering sound, the monk pulls free a large boulder and holds it overhead, panting heavily. With the last of his strength,
Garr throws the rock towards the elf, sending it hurdling towards her through the air.
Bine Clings to the brush as the cyclone picks up the monk slamming him into the jetty. The petite woman slowly gets to her,
but soon discovers she cant. The impact from being smashed between the giant and the sand has broken her legs or it feels
as such to her. Cursing in elven she struggles to pull her self out of harms way only to turn towards him as she hears a terrible
cracking sound. Bine's eyes grow wide in horror as she sees Garr picking up a huge boulder and knows he means to squish her
like a bug into the hard wet sand. Not being able to run she trys not to panic as she calls upon her magic or whats left of
it.Singing loudly she calls upon her wind power, making yet another cyclone but this one made out of sand.Bine engulfs herself
with her emerald aura just as the boulder hits the spinning sand, causing the huge rock to explode and sending the shards
flying everywhere.The elven woman collapses on the sand injured and exhausted,as the blackness consumes her the cyclone and
the aura disapear....
Alden versus Garr
Alden steps onto the rocky cliff overlooking the gorge, and he smiles, as his body contorts, and several dark shapes emerge
from his back. They ribbons of darkness wrap around the dark priest's body, and he sinks into the ground, dissappearing into
the shadows. From behind the giant, Halleck's head can be seen, and his arm rises from the ground as well, bearing a silvery
dagger, and he moves smoothely, even though the majority of his body is hidden, towards the giant's back, rising even higher,
and rearing back the dagger, bringing it down as soon as he gets into range.
Garr watches his friend carefully. A frown forms across the giant’s face as he lets out a regretful sigh. Knowing
this is the only way to truly save Alden, he grips his hammer firmly in his right hand, preparing himself for whatever may
come from the treacherous demon. Seeing the priest soon disappear, the monk knows what is most likely coming next. Garr turns
around as fast as he can, but unfortunately not fast enough to fully dodge the dagger the shadowed figure wields. He lets
out a large grunt as the dagger stabs into his left shoulder, red liquid now flowing freely down the monk’s already
blood-covered armor. As soon as the dagger pierces his flesh, the giant takes the hammer in both hands swinging it, with all
of his might, toward his assailant. Garr hopes that the priest is too busy with the dagger as the giant’s hammer comes
racing towards Halleck’s chest.
Alden lets out a high-pitched laughter as he strikes with his dagger, and relishes the smell of the giant's blood. He turns
his head just in time to see the head of Garr's hammer flying at him, and his laughter stops, as the hammer crunches into
the chest of the priest. Halleck flies backward, landing near the road of Milous. Climbing to his feet, he begins an incantation
in the language of his demonic heritage, and he crosses his arms around his chest. His body seems to blur for a moment, and
it starts to glow with a dark energy. After a second, the energy parts from Halleck's body, and two forms become visible.
Seemingly made of shadow, the two humanoid forms start lumbering towards the giant, their shadow claws dragging on the gravel
of the floor. Suddenly, the charge at the giant, raising their claws, while, behind them, Halleck stands winded, from the
massive blow to his chest.
Garr frowns as he sees the two shadow forms charging towards him. He knows this fight is going to take more out of him
then he wants, but this is what he must do. Halleck cannot go on terrorizing Hollow. He must be stopped. Gripping his hammer
tight in his hand again, the giant looks at the area round him, seeking refuge in the landscape. He looks down for a moment
and an idea comes to his mind. With all of his strength, the monk jumps into the air, raising his hammer above his head. As
he begins to fall, Garr swings the hammer down as he and the weapon accelerate towards the earth. A large shockwave reverberates
through the area as the giant hits the ground. Dust flies up into the air and the shadows stop in their tracks. As the dirt
clears, the monk can be seen at the bottom of a bowl shaped indentation in the ground separating him from the shadows. He
is standing at the bottom, tapping his hammer in one hand. The hammerhead glows a dull brown, signifying the earth that has
been absorbed into the elemental hammer. With a large yell, the giant charges the shadow on the right, catching it off guard
ever so slightly as the hammer connects. A loud shriek is heard and the shadow is dispelled. The other shadow, seeing is twin
removed, attacks, slashing the backside of Garr. The monk lets out another grunt as fresh blood now pours from his back. Returning
the favor, he swings his hammer full circle and slams it into the shadows head. Another shriek and another shadow gone. Pausing
a moment to breathe, the giant then returns his sights to Halleck. With another yell, he charges forward as fast as he can,
his blood leaving a crimson trail behind him. He pulls back his hammer and swings, aiming the priest’s head.
Alden watches as his shadow minions are undone by the Giant’s hammer, and then sees the giant turn towards him and begin
charging. Thoughts races through Halleck’s mind, and he contemplates quickly his next move. As the giant closes in,
Halleck begins to grin, and pulls open the vestments of the priest’s body, revealing a gaping, concave indent in his
chest, covered in blood. His smile widens, as darkness washes over Halleck’s chest, and bursts outward in the shape
of a large claw, catching the Giant’s hammer, seconds before it would have impacted the priest’s head. Halleck,
now just a mere foot away from the giant, grins, and cups his hands in front of himself, forming an orb of dark energy, holding
it up to the chest of the giant. The priest can feel his energy being sapped as the orb is formed. He looses the ball of dark
energy at the giant, pondering the damage that it will surely do. As he releases his spell, he stumbles backward, obviously
drained.
Garr watches as his hammer is merely caught by the shadow claw. The giant, now face to face with Halleck, looks deep into
his eyes searching for the soul of his lost friend. He hopes that maybe, just maybe, his friend is in there somewhere. While
his hammer is stuck in the grip of the demon, the monk notices the dark energy forming in his hands. Garr knows what comes
next. He looks into the eyes of Halleck once again and says, “Garr forgive you.” The second once “you”
comes off his tongue the ball of dark energy collides; a dark flash explodes on the giant’s chest. The blast sends the
monk hurdling backwards through the air, bringing up earth as he slides to a halt on the ground. A few moments pass and nothing.
There is no movement at all. Another moment passes and finally there is some rustling. Garr slowly gets up, first to his knees,
then to one leg, then to both. He tries to stand straight up, but lets out a grunt from the pain. The giant stands there slouched
considerably, a hole now rests in the middle of his armor and his skin is burnt to a crisp. Blood flows from the new wound,
falling to the ground. The monk walks forward slowly, wincing with every step. Finally, he gets close to the priest and frowns.
“Garr sorry.” With that, he flings his hammer towards him, hoping that he has enough strength left to send the
hammer far enough to hit his opponent. After releasing the hammer, the giant falls to both knees, holding his chest in pain.
Alden lets out a hideous laugh as he watches the Giant fly through the air, though his voice is rasped and his breathing labored.
Steps forward a few feet, carefully eyeing the Giant's body. As the Giant stands, Halleck raises an eyebrow, and his expression
turns to terror, as he sees the Giant fling his hammer at him. In a panic, Halleck crosses his arms in front of his body,
as some form of cover, knowing that he is too weak to dodge the incoming attack. Though, from behind him, shadows burst out
of his back, and arch in front of him, forming a protective barrier before him...Only to be dissipated as the hammer continues
its path through the air. Each shadow that moves in front of Halleck is obliterated by the hammer, and soon, the sound of
flesh and bone being crushed is heard as the impact sends Halleck hurdling through the air, past the road, and into the dirt
beyond. Clouds of dirt and dust fly upward as the priest's body lands, and a demonic cry of frustration is heard, as the form
of Halleck can be seen, weakly climbing to his unstable legs. He sways back and forth, barely able to stand. He stares across
the battle field at the Giant, who he also sees having difficulty, and says, "This body... is just.... a shell.... There will....
always.... be darkness...."
Alden stumbles backward with his final breath, and with it, he lets out more laughter. He spreads his arms out, and Alden's
body rises off of the ground. White whisps of energy come to him from what seems every direction, and converge with his body.
After the streams of energy seem to dissipate into his form, he says, "At last, the souls of all that I have slain have been
amassed... Garr.... You may have destroyed this shell... But now, with the souls of the slain, I shall enter this world, free
of this wretched body... I shall be Halleck, the lord of shadows... And all of Hollow will tremble at my feet." He glares
down at the giant, as a hand punches through his torso, and red light seems to emanate from Alden. His body gives way to another
hand, and they spread open the priest's body, the sound of meat, bone and cartilage crunching is heard, as the red light fills
the battlefield, blinding everyone, and after it is gone, Alden's body can be seen lying on the ground, with a gaping hole
in his sternum. "He drops a single flower, and utters the word, 'Lilly', just before he closes his eyes... forever.
Garr stands up slowly, still in pain from his wounds. He walks over to Halleck. “No have darkness with no light.”
He smiles and frowns. “Garr sorry, friend.” He lifts the body over his shoulder and walks to the edge of the gorge.
With a sigh, he tosses the body of Alden, his friend, into the gorge, hoping to never hear from the demon Halleck again.
Garr versus Nalsatu
Garr looks at Nalsatu, his eyes measuring him, trying to figure out a weakness. Garr locks eyes with the druid, while he
judges the distance between the two of them. The giant, satisfied with his calculations, stands straight up, stretching to
his maximum height. He keeps his eyes on his opponent as his muscles begin to loosen. His breathing begins to slow, and his
blinks begin to last longer and longer. Finally, he closes his eyes, and lets out a deep breath. Without any warning, a shot
of anger rushes through his veins, and giant jumps high into the air, straight up. In mid air, all of the muscles along Garr’s
right arm begin to tighten, the knuckles on his hammer turning white. He grabs a hold of it with both hands and raises the
hammer over his head. As he begins to descend, he slowly starts to lower his hammer, accelerating as his body accelerates
toward the earth. With a loud sound of earth shattering, Garr crashes onto the ground, his hammer in front of him, a large
tremor reverberating throughout the rock. A large crevice forms in the earth in front of his hammer, and the ground splits
in two. The crevice races towards his opponent like lightning in the ground. As it continues, the giant looks up; hoping that
he’s strength was not wasted.
Nalsatu watches the giant swing his hammer and hit the ground with a force that he has not seen in a long time. As the giant
hits the ground he see's the ground start breaking towards him. He waits for a few moments closing his eyes waiting for the
perfect time. He then jumps into the air and transforms himself into a bat and flies to the nearest tree and transforms back
to his natural state. After a moment he puts his hands together and starts to mumble some words, Words that his apponent has
never heard before "Mung-gai horm-ba bombar-ba." As soon as he stops chanting a bolt of fire comes flying out of his hands
towards Garr.
Garr watches as the druid easily dodges the earthquake. He looks at the druid, not knowing what to expect, as he begins
chanting. He notices as Nalsatu’s hands start to glow and a fireball flies out toward him body. Knowing that he is taking
a risk, the giant plants his feet firmly in the ground, watching as the fireball comes closer and closer. Readying his weapon,
Garr sets his side to face the oncoming magic attack. Pulling back his hammer with both arms, the giant lets his elemental
giant hammer fly with a devastating swing, hitting the fireball at head-on. The fireball and the hammer connect, a quick,
bright flash emanating from the collision, and then the fireball can be seen heading towards the druid. The head of Garr’s
hammer is glowing red, and his gauntlets seem to be letting off some steam. The giant lets out a loud grunt, and his back
hunches over a bit from the expenditure of strength. The fireball now continues on its new trajectory towards its creator,
Nalsatu.
Nalsatu watches his fireball fly towards Garr. Then with in an instant he see's that the giant swings his hammer like a bat
and sends the ball of fire back at him. He then jumps out of the tree he was in and starts hopping from tree to tree. The
fireball hits the trees where he was standing and sends him flying into another. With his back badly burned he stands back
up and starts to chant again but this time it was of a differant tongue "bonga-na boo-ha bombay-ya-do blamba." As he chants
vines start to race towards the giant from all directions and then realizes he is going to need a lot more vines to hold the
monk. He starts to chant even harder making more vines come forth thicker than normal. He ends his chant and begins to start
a new one. It sounds like the same spell he used before but longer. "Mung-gai horm-ba bombar-ba boombog-mah-ha blundo-gah."
As he send ends the chant another wave of fireballs go toward the giant but there is not just one fireball this time for out
of his hands came two fireballs.
Garr watches the druid as he gets burned by his own fire. He watches as large vines begin to come at him from all directions.
As the vines approach, he realizes he doesn’t have enough time to jump because they would catch him in the air or when
he lands. So the giant takes his hammer, which is still red, and with all of his strength, he swings it around him full circle,
aiming for all the approaching vines. Upon impact, many of the vines fall to the ground limp, some even showing burn marks
from the heated hammer. However, the giant’s efforts are only so successful, and a few vines are still able to grab
a hold of his legs. Garr looks up as he hears Nalsatu chant, and he notices the two fireballs shoot out. Knowing the fire
is soon to make contact, he tries to pull his legs from the vines but to no avail. Finally, the giant crouches down, covering
his face with his left arm. He now looks like a complete cube of black armor. The fireballs make contact and a large plume
of smoke and flame arise all around him. As the fires die down, the smoke slowly begins to dissipate, and Garr can be seen
in the middle of a pile of ashes, the remains of the vines. He stands up, his armor smoking; some of the spikes seem to have
melted down. His singed face can be seen as he lets out a large cough. The giant wipes the soot from his face and glares at
the druid. Without a flinch, he charges at his opponent, pulling his hammer back, preparing to slash him from left shoulder
to right hip. Garr keeps his knees bent, in order to make any sudden movements as best he can, as he flies toward his friend.
Nalsatu looks at the monk in amazement for no one has ever withstood his fireballs the way he has. He then looks over the
charred land wonder what he could do next. He then looks to the big crevice in the ground starts to think of a plan. He then
starts to chant again "bonga-na boo-ha bombay-ya-do blamba." He chants harder and harder and then out of the ground came some
thick vines. They shoot up out of the ground and straight into the air acting as a wall. He then smiles at the giant and begins
to chant "Mung-gai horm-ba bombar-ba boombog-mah-ha blundo-gah bogna-boya bi-yi." as he does this three big balls of fire
starts to form from his hands. He then finishes his chant and sends the fireballs towards the giant as he runs towards him.
He then jumps further into the trees for when the balls come in contact with there ending point it is bound to become a bigger
explosion than before.
Garr looks at Nalsatu as he begins to cause three fireballs bigger than before at him and a wall of vines separates the
two. He looks around to the surrounding area, hoping to find some refuge. However, he finds none and decides to take another
risk. He stops his charge as the fireballs come closer, summing up the last of his strength for one last maneuver. He takes
his trusted hammer, which hasn’t let him down yet, and prepares himself for one last stand. As the three fireballs get
closer and closer, Garr focuses on the middle one. With a large shout, lifts his hammer above his head with both hands, and
slams it down with all of his weight onto the middle fireball, knocking it into the ground. A gigantic flash surrounds the
area as the hammer and fire connect, and a large shockwave ripples from the ground where the fireball hit. His legs, in reaction
to the force put into hitting the fireball, fly up behind him, and the giant performs a forward flip, throwing himself into
the air. The two other fireballs just barely miss him, and they crash into the side of the cliff, with an explosion of smoldering
rock. Garr manages to throw himself high enough to fly over the wall of vines. He lands on one knee, his face to the ground.
He lets out a deep breath, and stands up. Every part of his body is smoking, including his hammer, which is now a bright fiery
red. He stands slightly hunched, breathing heavily, and he nods to his friend in approval of the practice match.
Syadon versus Garr
Syadon lowers his body to the hardened pathway, looking towards the giants body as it eclipses the glowing lights of the way.
“My you’re a large one aren’t you?” Syadon smiles briefly, as his fingers glide along the ivory hilt
of his brand, a metallic ring resonates the walls of stone, piercing the depths of the caverns below. Sparks streak forth
as he releases the blade from its long slumber, dancing to the road, once more his wayward glance goes to Garr. “We
just may have to see about leveling this a bit.” Leaping into the stagnant air, the wisp rips his blade across the way,
the hum of the null eerily reverberates from the stone supports that hold Cragmoyle’s roof aloft. The miscreant son
of creations own wrath, silently glides towards Garr, preternatural speed leading his path, the air splits in twain as his
blade slices its way towards the giants side. A plume of dust follows Syadon, engulfing the area as he advances.
Garr eyes his opponent suspiciously, wondering what kinds of tricks he may have up his sleeve. He watches as the thief
reaches for the blade, unsheathing it with a loud ring. The giant resets his plant, securing his foothold incase anything
happen. The monk grips his hammer tightly, his knuckles turning white, as Syadon charges forward. Garr notices the speed his
enemy is picking up, realizing that he has not the time to dodge. Without a second thought, the giant grasps the hammer in
both hands, pulling it back to one side. Finally, as the blade is only seconds from his armor and his flesh, the monk swings
with all of his might. The hammer races forward to meet the speeding blade, an explosion of sparks shooting out in all directions.
Garr turns his head for a split second, shielding his eyes from the sparks. He quickly returns his focus to Syadon, hoping
that the sparks may have blinded his opponent or the hammer blow has set him off balance. With a quick step forward, the giant
pulls back the hammer again, this time with his right arm, and swings. The hammer charges toward the thief’s chest,
hoping to send the thief flying.
Syadon gasps for thin breathes of air, the giants hammer digging deeply into his chest, Syadon is sent hurtling towards a
stone pillar, his body slams into the stone foundation with a thunderous boom. Syadon crumbles to a battered heap at the base,
a single finger comes to his mouth as the liquid essence of him seeps forth, a stream of bright blood drains over his chin.
“And me thinking..” Spits out a mouthful of blood onto the ground “Were going to play nice.” The vampire
brat rises up, a wicked grin slips his crimsoned lips, narrowly eyeing Garr, a glisten of pure black eclipses the metallic
hue of that infamous gaze. Placing his fingers on the stone floor, he summons up the dark heart of ever ounce of shadow magic
embodied within. Casting a hallow glare at Garr, the dust of his shameful attempt now subsided, a blue eclipse of his brand
forms as he brings it to bear facing the overgrown angelic giant. Spires of energy leap forth, as his blade draws to the floor,
a rumble that shakes the very heart of Cragmoyle streaks towards Garr, the earth itself leaps upwards, grand stalagmites tear
upwards, the spiked horns of the earth itself seek harm on the gentle giant. Syadon surges into the pulsing path, streaking
in and out of the raging tide of stone spikes, his blade driven with his full force towards Garr’s pulsating heart.
Garr watches as Syadon flies back, smashing into a statue. The giant frowns, not having wanted to hurt him. He waits to
see if he is harmed and a small smile crosses his face, soon to be replaced by another frown as he sees the thief’s
new countenance. Suddenly, the earth begins to rumble and jagged spikes shoot out of the ground, hoping to spear the giant.
The monk notices that the spikes are coming towards him. Quickly, Garr moves to the left, but before he places his foot down
a giant rock slab shoots up, pushing him off balance. The giant continues to look for an escape from the rocks around him
when suddenly he lets out a ferocious yell unlike any the giant has ever voiced. He looks down to see Syadon’s blade
sticking out from his right chest, obviously having missed its true target his heart. Blood flows from the wound like a crimson
fountain, making a small river as it slides down the giant’s armor to the ground below. Garr looks down to see Syadon
and stares intently into his eyes, a frown depicted on the giant’s face. With one quick movement, his right hand drops
the hammer and quickly moves to clench the hand holding the sword now impaled in his flesh. Then the monk focuses mind and
body into his left hand as he punches straight for the thief’s face.
Syadon smiles briefly as his blade has pierced the thick hide of the giant, only to be replaced nearly instantaneously by
a look of shock as the next thing that enters his visage is the oversized mallet of a hand careening towards his own head.
The thundering boom of the blow, casts Syadon into the uprising pillars of stone, as he shakes his head, blood seeps from
every orifice, draining endlessly to the earth below. Staggering to his feet, shakily he glances to the frowning giant. “Had
enough yet?” Falling back to his knees, shaking some of the cobwebs from his head, he has enough whit’s about
him to think, but not enough to reason, he leaps once more at Garr, sending his fist at the giants massive jaw line in an
idiotic retaliation of his own. Mumbling something as he goes, that is barily intelligible, and comes out as a scream.
Garr continues to frown as Syadon flies back again, this time bleeding profusely. With a large grunt, the giant pulls the
sword from his flesh, producing yet more blood that flows down his blood-covered armor. He tosses the sword aside as he stares
down at Syadon, wondering what next he shall do in the state he’s in. The monk shakes his head at the thief’s
question, wishing that this fight would be over quickly, lest death be the result. Garr watches as he falls back down, only
to rise again and charge the giant. Frowns again even more as he leaps towards him, fist flying at him. With a sigh, the monk
quickly sends his blood-covered gauntlet to meet Syadon midair. With the last of his strength, the giant punches forward with
his right hand, sending a small gust of wind racing towards the bloody assailant. Garr aims for his chest, wishing not to
hurt him, but to prevent his opponent’s fists from ever making contact.
Syadon 's screams echo loudly around him, a stark look crosses his face as the giants hand leaps forth landing in Syadon's
midsection. A thunderous crash resonates all around them as the force has knocked the wisp back into the wall, through the
cloud of settling dust, and falling rocks he stands once more, shakily. "See I told you I would live..." Syadon falls face
first into the dirt, semiunconcious, as he still swings his fists mindlessly at the giant that has lain waste to his form,
mumbling in his semilucid state, "Hope..I didn't hurt you to badly." He finally collapses silently as he is tetotally knocked
out.
Vyrick versus Garr
Vyrick brings his hand to his neck as he undoes the clip holding his cape. As it falls to the ground, he brings the Soulcutter
to ready before him. The hellish weapon vibrates in his hands, giving off an eerie sound, similar to a shriek. Vyrick licks
his lips in a hunger for battle as he lowers his axe slowly, seeming to relax when without warning, his arms rise swiftly,
letting loose the weapon as it streaks into the air, soon fading from sight. A ripple emanates in the sky, leaving behind
nothing but pitch black in its wake as soon the entire area is cut off from all natural light from above. Within this dimmed
hue, Vyrick crosses his arms before him, his eyes seeming to glaze over with a silvery color while his lips widen into a sadistic
grin. Soon, from out of each shadow and dark area along the Kelay road, several tendrils thrust out, seeming to be composed
of nothing more than shadow. Each surrounds the massive giant, lashing out at him with a conscious ferocity as they begin
their task of grasping at Garrs limbs while some crack at him like the end of a slavers whip. Vyricks weapon reemerges from
above as the vampire king raises his hands, catching the hand holds with relative ease before using the force of its downfall
to augment his own dash towards his opponent, swinging the demonic axe at the calves of his intended prey…
Garr stands still before the Warlord King. The giant knows full well what rides on this duel and knows that he is risking
his life for what he believes in. He doesn’t have a choice. He must accept. He continues to stand still, keeping his
eyes locked on his opponent, watching every moment with fierce intensity and determination, not wanting to let a single movement
go unaccounted for. As the skies begin to darken, the monk keeps his stance held firm, right hand moving to grip his hammer
firmly. The shadows grow and shadow-like limbs shoot out towards the giant. However, Garr continues to stand his guard, keeping
his body firm and in place, making sure to keep steady his breathing. With a large crack, one of the shadows whips the giant
right across the face, tearing a slash straight through the mask on his face, leaving a crimson line. Another crack and a
red slash squirts from across the monk’s chest, leaving another blood-lined scar. The shadows squirm around him, gripping
his legs firmly. Garr takes a moment, letting go off his hammer, and crosses his wrists in front of him. Soon each of his
limbs has at least one tendril tightly wrapped around it, hoping to keep him immobile. As soon as the magical axe reappears,
the giant’s body begins to tighten. All of the muscles seem to bulge in place, making the monk seem stronger than normal.
With a ferocious yawp, his body begins to shake a little, seeming to break the chains that bind him. Soon the shaking becomes
more vibrant and you see the giant suddenly fling his arms outward, the shadows shattering into the darkness. Vyrick now almost
on him, his axe ready for the kill, Garr quickly reaches for the hammer, bringing it into both hands. With another spine-tingling
yell, the monk bears down all of his determination and fire, his hopes of a free Hollow, and his dreams of peace into the
hammer and swings. Both arms shoot forward as the hammer is propelled forth. Sparks shoot in all directions as the two mighty
weapons collide, sending a ripple through the air itself. The giant can only hope that his strength of heart and mind combined
with brute force is enough to knock back his opponent, preventing the deadly axe from tasting his blood.
Vyrick sends all force within him to meet the hammer of his opponent, knowing well the force of such a blow could easily propel
a man into the afterlife. At the single moment when the two weapons clash, the dragon that idly watched his master in combat
moves forward. Six legs stomp on the ground with a thunderous crash that sends the nearby animals of Sage Forest fleeing in
terror. In a speed that seems unnatural to such a massive beast, it runs head first into the side of the giant’s weapon,
giving further augmentation to the force of Vyricks attack. With the two combined strengths, the hammer is sent back while
the axe continues its arc, missing the flesh of its intended target. As the vampire regains his senses, the dragon rears up
on its hind legs, now matching Garr in height as well as weight. Its tail lashes back and forth, keeping the creatures balance
as it leans in to Garr, clutching at his wrists with two of its formidable claws. The higher of the two however aim for the
neck and throat area, seeking to rip any armor and flesh that stands before them. The gaping maw of the dragon opens wide,
bearing jagged, and misplaced teeth, each seeming to drip with a faint green ooze showing it to be obviously a toxin of some
form. The dragon lets out a horrendous roar as it snaps its jaws as Garrs damaged mask, paying no heed to the armored form.
All on its mind is the thought of prey, and a sizable one at that for it to feast on. Vyrick by now has regained himself as
he only looks on, smirking at the colossal battle between these two forms as if they were engaged for the sole purpose of
his entertainment alone…
Garr feels a great blur fly by, rushing into his hammer and sending the giant off balance. Shaking his head quickly, he
regains his senses and notices the large winged beast that stands before him. The monk takes a moment to size up the dragon
as it stands up full height, eyes glaring at him. Seeing the claws readied and the dragon’s mouth thirsty for flesh,
it doesn’t take him long to realize what is going to happen. Gripping his hammer firmly, he quickly drops to a knee
and rolls to the right, narrowly avoiding the first swipe from the sharp claw combo. Coming to a stop, he stands up just in
time to feel several sharp talons rip across his chest, shredding the black-spiked armor. With a large grunt of anguish, Garr
watches as the claw leaves a trail of blood, flowing down his armor and dripping to the ground beneath. Taking only a second
to feel the pain and witness the attack, the giant quickly charges to the right and then jumps forward, sending himself flying
straight towards the creature’s maw. His hammer, once again wielded in both hands, flies towards the enemy, pulling
back the hammer as he approaches the skull. The dragon, seeing the dodging prey jump towards him, quickly turns to snap at
the giant, opening his jaw mid turn. The side of the head collides with the hammer, the monk having caught the dragon only
be a second’s notice. With a yelp, the fowl beast falls back to all fours, its jaw slightly unhinged. It growls towards
him, showing his distaste for the wound inflicted. Seeing his chance, Garr rushes towards the dragon again, this time wielding
his hammer towards the scaled neck. A claw shoots forward, scratching the side of the charging monk, sending more crimson
liquid to the ground. The attack does not seem to faze the giant as he continues on, sending his hammer to smash into the
beast’s neck. Another yelp and the dragon’s eyes roll back in its skull, showing its temporary unconsciousness.
Seeing that his enemy is sedated, Garr turns his attention to Vyrick. Looking down at his own body, surveying his wounds.
He quickly raises his eyes to Vyrick again, beginning another charge. The giant speeds towards him, his hammer cutting through
the air with more force than before. He hopes that strength of heart will carry him through this battle as his wounds begin
to fatigue him more. The monk approaches and brings his hammer down, aiming to smite his opponent across the chest.
Vyrick pays little heed to the dragon mount of his as he instead concentrates on the wounds inflicted to Garr. A single drop
of saliva falls from the side of his mouth at the mere sight of his blood falling from each wound. As the giant now bears
forward, swinging his mighty weapon, Vyrick only raises one hand slightly as the discarded cape behind him leaps forth from
the ground, carried by an unseen force. The cape wraps itself around the ancient vampire and as the hammer hits, the area
within the cape dissipates in a waft of black mist. The cape itself now wraps around the head of Garrs hammer as you hear
a wrenching sound from within while several areas of the cape begin to bump outwards. A single tear in the fabric lets small,
fragmented bits of the weapon fall to the ground as it continues its inward attack on the weapon. The mist left behind however
moves in a sinewy dance around the giant. Not touching his flesh, only spiraling around his fractured armor like a massive
serpent. It intertwines around the spikes of each armor component with an almost beautiful flow when you soon begin to realize
that those same spikes begin to crumple, as if made of not more than parchment paper. Contrary to what some may believe at
this moment, the spikes do not dissolve, nor do they fade. Instead, their manipulated form is turned to the opposite, beginning
to bear those same spikes not on the exterior of the metallic shielding, but forming on their insides. The tip of the mist
flows past Garrs ear as a faint laugh can be heard from it, now showing where indeed the vampire is. As the very armor of
the giant begins to betray him, the mist falls, collecting at his feet and contorting into the form of a man. When the form
is complete, a faint breeze sends but a layer of this mist away, showing now the form of Vyrick within. He stands now between
the legs of his opponent as he drops his axe and leaps to the air, lashing out at the inside area of the giants thighs. Like
some maddened animal, he rips and tears at anything he can reach at, seeking only to further injure and bleed out his opponent
to his wicked delight…
Garr observes the cape flying up around Vyrick, shielding him from the blow. Slightly confused, the giant watches as the
cape slowly encompasses his hammer only to shatter and fragment it, leaving nothing but broken bits and pieces. Suddenly,
the monk feels small points of pressure begin to poke against his skin, only to become stronger and sharper as they soon pierce
through his flesh. With a sharp earth-trembling cry, the giant steps back, dropping the shaft of his hammer as he realizes
what is happening. More blood seems to flow from the old slashes in his armor, showing the inner wounds that are forming throughout
his body. Garr looks down as the mist slowly fades away, revealing the form of his enemy between his legs. Quickly taking
another step back, the giant winces in pain due as the spikes continue to imbed themselves in his flesh. The ancient vampire
leaps up, managing to ravage the monks legs with many more scratches and cuts, drops of blood spraying into the air, creating
a small rain around the frenzying Warlord King. Seeing his last moment to take a stand for all that be believes in, he quickly
drops to both knees while pulling back his right fist. The giant lets out a heavy grunt as he hits the ground, the spikes
inside wedging farther into his body. He lets the fist fly, muscles tightening and propelling the gauntlet forward. The monk
focuses his heart, soul, body, and mind into this last attack, hoping to deliver a fateful blow to the face of Vyrick, King
of Larket. The clenched fist flies towards the vampires jaw, the air around it almost visibly moving away as the punch cuts
through. Garr watches, eyes locked with his enemy, knowing his life rides on this last effort.
Vyrick’s mouth erupts in a viscous ichor as the massive fist hits firm against him, He is pummeled literally into the
ground as all sign of him disappears between the earth and the fist of Garr. The ground itself seems to cry out in pain from
the force of the blow as dust is cast into the air. The resonating sound of this one hit is enough to cause the ceilings of
the dwarven city to crack far to the west and to send a huge wave away from the Cenril coastlines to the east. The entire
realm seems to freeze at this single instant in time as the dust begins to settle once more. After the sounds of battle have
cleared the area, you hear a coughing sound. Very faint and emanating from the direction of Garr yet you know by looking upon
him that it is not him making that sound. The giants’ fist rises slightly as the coughing becomes more audible. Garrs
knuckles are covered in the blood of his opponent but as he raises his hand further, a sputtering fountain erupts from beneath
in one heaving sputter. As the blood falls once more, you hear a muffled sound, almost like a faint chuckle coming from the
ground itself where you now see the body of Vyrick, almost seeming as if he were melded to the ground itself. His face is
disfigured beyond his former features, showing only a mass of crumpled flesh and hair, drenched in blood. His head begins
to crack from side to side slowly, as you hear the sound of bones beginning to crunch. The fleshy mass ripples in several
areas as if it were molding itself to a sculptors design. The rest of his body does not move as you see the inherent property
of the vampiric beginning to slowly regenerate the warlords horrifically crushed head and face.
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