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Immanuel versus Nyterath
Immanuel puts down his staff and grins at Nyterath. “Well, this should be fun.” Letting the grin slide from his
face, he lifts his hands up and places his hair in a tight ponytail. A quick arcane chant issues from his lips and the staff
flies back into his hand, settling there once more. With his free hand he rubs the skull, his lips moving quickly as he talks
to it, though if there were people close enough to hear him breath, they still couldn’t hear his dark words. Immanuel
giggles and points the staff at Nyterath. Black balls suddenly materialize around the vampire, four of them, each one identical
in size and shape. The balls start to spin around the spellblade with untold speed, each one leaving a long tail. Within seconds
the vampire is no longer visible, his form hidden by the speed of the balls, and the length of their tails. A loud scream
emerges from the mage’s throat and the balls all fly inwards, though their tails strangely stay still, locking Nyterath
in place. Loud thumps are heard from within and you realize it’s the balls bouncing off the walls quicker and quicker,
until ‘BOOM!’ The prison explodes, hopefully destroying all that is incarcerated within.
Nyterath stands facing Immanuel with his spear in hand. He grins as he begins to talk, “Indeed my friend, this shall
be fun. I wish to see what new powers come with this siring that I have undergone.” With that the cryomancer assumes
a defensive stance awaiting the oncoming attack. Nyterath’s chilling blue eyes watch the mage intently as he begins
the spell, not knowing what to expect. Instantly for black balls of energy appear around him and begin swirling round and
round him, encasing him in a prison left by their tails. As he is concerning himself with the threat of the unusual attack,
his situation becomes a bit more dire as the spheres begin bouncing off the now solid walls left by the tails. Nyterath squats
down and puts all his strength behind his legs and launches himself out of the prison. As soon as he clears the top of it
an explosion tears at his back, ripping his shirt to shreds and charring his back. With a loud thud he hits the ground, but
is quickly to his feet, his spear in hand. Quickly he beings to softly recite a spell in an ancient runic language as the
ground beneath the combatants’ feet becomes overly saturated with water. Nyterath charges full speed at Immanuel as
the soaking ground freezes into a solid sheet of ice, giving the cryomancer and immense amount of speed. As he skates by the
mage, he lashes out with the spear intending to impale the back of his neck.
Immanuel chuckles as his prison explodes, hoping this to be the quickest duel he has ever had! Sadly his false dreams are
shattered, as Nyterath sails above most the damage. Shrugging his shoulders, the vampire watches on as his opponent stands,
and starts his barbaric charge. With a slight giggle, Immanuel frees his wings, and starts to flap them rhythmically, hoping
to take off. Oddly nothing happens, and as he looks down he realizes that his feet are frozen, locking him to the ground.
A strangled curse erupts from his pale lips, as Nyterath reaches him, and in a last ditch effort he throws his weight left,
leaving his right shoulder to be impaled by the spear. Screaming now in rage, Immanuel rips his legs free of the ice, and
too add insult to injury the mage slips over, slamming his back into the solid ice. Rising quickly to his feet, he spins and
faces an open palm towards Nyterath, his staff all but forgotten as he starts another arcane chant. The ground around the
combatants starts to shake, causing large cracks to appear in the ice. Suddenly Immanuel screams, and looses forth his power.
Though invisible to the naked eye, the power rushes at Nyterath, it’s heat melting a trail in the ice, which the mage
quickly starts to run down, spreading his wings as he does. Soon the vampire takes to the air, his wings carrying him high
above the battle ground. Finally satisfied, he turns in the air, eager to see the fate of his clansmen.
Nyterath is pleased as he feels the spear thud into the vampires shoulder then rips it back out. He snickers as he slides
along the ice watching Immanuel struggle to free himself and fall in the process knowing full well that he will begin to feels
the effects of the poison from the spear soon enough. The cryomancer uses the butt end of his weapon to slow him to a stop
awaiting the next attack from the mage. Immanuel begins to chant causing the ground shakes violently almost heaving the vampire
to the cracking surface of the ice. As he struggles to regain his balance on the slippery surface he watches as his opponent
takes flight, unaware of the blast of energy hurdling at him. He curses under his breath at the advantage now held over him.
As he concerns himself with his air-born clansman he is taken full in the chest by the blast of power making himself take
to the air as well as he is sent sprawling backwards. An inhuman scream escapes from his throat as his chest is torn apart
by the searing heat. Warm tendrils of blood run down his front where the wound wasn’t cauterized. He fights the pain
back as well as the overwhelming urge to slip into unconsciousness as he searches his for an attack. The cryomancer begins
to chant loudly and raises his arms, sending large pieces of ice into the air. The large flat pieces of ice that once covered
the ground begin spinning at a high velocity as they circle around the soaring mage. Nyterath claps his hands together in
the air and the spinning blades of ice converge on Immanuel sure to tear his vampiric body to shreds…
Immanuel giggles as his attack hits home, but something feels wrong. His vision starts to blur, and flying suddenly becomes
difficult. Unsure what is happening, he shakes his head. Trying to clear the mist that seems to be blocking his thought process.
Unaware of the ice that surrounds him, the mages concentration is lost, his mind swims, his stomach threatens to empty its
contents and his wings beat slower and slower. As the ice centers towards him, Immanuel falls out of the sky, missing the
icy blades by inches. Not in control of his fall, the mage spirals around, coming to a halt only when his body collides with
the frozen rocks below. A grunt issues from his now bloodied lips as the hail from Nyterath’s attack falls over his
exposed back. Shards of ice rip through his wings, cutting horrible wounds all his body. As deadly rain stops the poisoned
vampire speaks through clenched teeth. “What did you do to me Nyterath? I can hardly move!”
Nyterath versus Avalancha
Nyterath slowly makes his way out on to the midst of the ancient field. He turns to face Avalancha and says in a cool voice,
“Good luck.” The cryomancer wastes no time, as he hopes to end this fight quickly. Through his icy blue eyes he
carefully judges his opponent, attempting to plan the best way to bring the vampire down quickly. A soft breeze rustles the
leaves in the nearby trees, as well as few strands of strands of Nyterath’s silver hair that shimmer in the dim moonlight.
He slowly inhales then exhales, remaining in a clam state before the fight. The cryomancer’s eyes seem to almost glow
as he draws his Xar’zith Blade. He looks down at his dire wolf, catching his eye, then looks back over to the vampire.
“You know what to do Drejan,” he says before bursting into a run. With an uncanny speed his wolf is upon Avalancha,
his master right behind him. The dire wolf lunges at the vampire’s throat while Nyterath spins around him, slashing
at the back of his knees…
Avalancha sleepily awaits for Nyterath to move... and right as Nyterath takes his first step he awakes alert yelling " WHATS
GOING ON!! MOMMY I DONT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!!! " then he realizes the wolf is rushing up upon him...He quickly draws his
Martel-de-Fer ( War Hammer ), Raises it high above his head and brings it down heavily into the wolf's cranium... As soon
as he does this he feels a sharp pain issue throughout his legs.. The Xar'zith blade has sunk deep into the back of his knees...
His legs now protruding a mass quanity of crimson blood on his greaves and on the ground he yells out in pain... Normally
saving this attack for last.. for it is a very lethal attack... He removes the Crest around his neck and throws it up high
into the moon-lit sky... He yells out " Alvar Xalis Vetrlagung! " ... As the words slip smoothly past his lips the Crest begins
to shine a bright blue and shatter into pieces.... Thousands of pieces... He then pulls out a piece of paper with an ancient
ruinic symbol and tosses it up into the shard.. It touches one shard, lights a flame, a black flame... and the paper diminishes
into ashes quickly.... The now glowing black shard begins to spread like a wildfire.. causing each of the thousands of shards
to glow a dark black... Each shard begins to transform into a black dagger... The black daggers blend in with the night sky
extremely well making it very hard to tell where they are hidden... Avalancha commands the daggers to pierce through his opponent
and to take his life swiftly
Nyterath hears his wolf cry out in pain, just as he slashes the back of the vampires legs. He retreats a ways away from
the vampire, hoping to avoid the brutal, crushing blow his wolf endured. He spots Drejan lying on the ground not moving, but
still breathing. “I will help you soon my friend,” he calls to his wolf before calling his attention back to Avalancha.
By this time the vampiric spell is well underway. By this time the sky has grown dark, and the wind has picked up. Lightly
rain falls from the heaven to the ground, quickly being soaked up by the thirsty ground. The cryomancer watches on as the
crest explodes, then is transformed into what looks like hundreds of daggers. The cryomancer quickly weaves a spell of his
own. The rain, now becomes a blessing to the master of ice chants quietly from beneath his hood. A three foot thick shell
of ice forms around Nyterath as the chant progresses. The shell catches the majority of the blades as they slam into it, deeply
imbedding themselves, though a few make it through. The cryomancer fells a sharp pain in his left calf and upper right shoulder
as the blades cut deep, releasing rivers of crimson. As the last of the daggers slam into the ice, a shout splinters the shell
outwards in a wave of razor sharp ice shards and daggers destined to rip Avalancha apart….
Nyterath versus Endrin
Nyterath stands in the openness of the top of the building. Except for the slight dampness in the air, it is a serenely,
beautiful night, with the stars in full view. The cryomancer stands there, in no armor. A slight breeze rustles his white
cloak, as well as his silver hair that is glimmering under the starlight. He draws his sword, the air around the light bluish
turns cold, as if the blade is made of ice. He flexes his fingers around the ivory handle of the sword, a look of impassiveness
on his face. He turns to the mage, Endrin, "Shall we begin?" he says to his opponet, though not as a question. Nyterath raises
his hand to the heavens and mutters a few words, in a few moments, a spike of ice falls from the damp sky, followed by many
of the same, heading with great speed towards the mage...
Endrin realizes instantly this will not be an easy fight. Seeing the cryomancer muttering and knowing him for what he is,
he begins to transform. As he concentrates on the wolf inside of him, he can hear the cryomancer’s muttering get stronger,
a signal of an ending spell. As the shards of ice fall through the sky, Endrin falls to his knees on all fours; his nose elongating
and his ankles changing directions, enabling him to run faster than any human could ever hope to run. Fully transformed, Endrin
sees the threat in the sky and moves to dodge it with the supernatural grace of a lycan, but it is not good enough. Feeling
a deep pain in his haunch he turns his head to look at the damage. Endrin gazes in horror at the visage before his eyes. Red
hot blood is pouring through the wound, steaming when it meets with the cold air. Endrin howls with rage and gathers his energy
to summon a wind storm. Endrin is surprised, he did not know the wind held such a destructive force. Knowing that if the windstorm
was loosed on Hollow it could destroy the world as we know it, he lets the howling winds go with a feeling of nihilism, straight
for Nyterath...
Nyterath watches on with his icy hues as the shards of ice pummel the earth surrounding the mage. In an instant Endrin
has transformed himself into his lycan state of being. Knowing now the true form of this mage, he has a bit more to fret about.
Not only is the mage powerful, but very agile in his new form. Nyterath, with his other hand, draws his dagger, an exact replica
of his sword, though in smaller from. As the shard of ice tears through the lycan’s haunch, a grin spreads over the
cryomancers face. Then the wind becomes violent, whipping around the top of the building, almost knocking Nyterath off his
feet. He braces himself as the wind batters down on him, enduring no real harm. When the eind begins to die down the cryomancer
races towards the injured lycan. As he is upon him, with a swift swing of his icy sword, he brings the blade down on the mage,
hoping to connect with his neck...
Endrin quickly reacts to the new threat using the uncanny speed and agility of the wolf that he never had in his Elven form.
Leaping as high as he can, Endrin comes down onto Nyterath with a crushing force, knocking him to the ground and propelling
himself off into a different direction. Letting his cat loose to attack, or at least distract Nyterath, Endrin feels sudden
cold as he nicks his paw on Nyterath's iceblade,dismisses it and calls his windstorm around and, using close to the last of
his fast-waning strength, he sends a few firebolts into the fray, a veritable spinning windstorm of fire. Landing gracefully,
Endrin hears a snap and looks with horror as his hind paw snaps off and is sucked into the storm, where it is quickly burned
Nyterath, as he races towards the lycan with his sword drawn, is knocked off his feet as Endrin crashes into him. The cryomancer
slams to the ground with a sickening thud, and his head bounces on the stone floor. Fighting the overwhelming feeling to give
into the darkness and slip into a state of blissful unconsciousness, Nyterath lays there, unaware of the oncoming new threat.
Forcing himself to his feet, the first the he sees is a gigantic fiery whirlwind. Still dizzy from being slammed to the ground,
he has no time to react. The fire engulfs him. The searing heat of the cyclone begins to easily burn through his clothes,
charring his skin. With a sudden burst of energy, and the wish to survive, he bursts out of the flames, badly burned. "Clever
trick my friend, but if you thought it would melt me," he laughs a wicked laugh, "you were sadly mistaken." The cryomancer
begins an intricate spell, using the last of his energy. Before him, an icy being begins to take shape, in a matter of minutes
a monolithic ice golem stands where the was once nothing. Nyterath looks up at his creation, and with a smirk on his face
says to it, "Crush him..."
Endrin realizes he is not going to be going anywhere with a snappped off hind paw. Gathering his Elven consciousness, he sends
the wolf inside of him back from whence it came, leaving nothing but a ragged and tired Elf in its wake. As he stands up,
Endrin almost collapses from utter exhaustion but somehow manages to hold on. Endrin wonders what ever happened with his cat
and realizes that it is right behind the cryomancer, poised to leap any second. Weaving a quick and simple spell, Endrin drastically
increases the size of his cat, now more of a lion than a house pet. Suddenly, Endrin finds himself in the path of an enormous
shadow and quivers with what would appear to be fright. Completely spent and drained of his magic, he backs away from the
monolith as quickly as he can while simultaneously beckoning to the windstorm to stand in the giant's way, hoping against
hope, that it will not only obey his now weak commands, but that it has not dissapated yet and that there is still some fire
left in its whirling winds. If not, perhaps it can buy enough time for him to regain some of his strength.
Nyterath stands there almost completely drained of energy, the conjuring of the ice golem took what strength he had left
out of him. Unaware of the cat behind him, he watches on as the monolith is about to crush the weakened lycan, now transformed
back to his elven form. Seeing the magi cast a simple spell he wonders what he’s up to now. All of a sudden it hits
him, literally. The cryomancer’s ignorance of the mage’s cat could not be the very end of him. The once small
cat, now many times its previous size, knocks him to the ground. The cat’s claws dig deep into Nyterath chest, and legs,
leaving gaping holes pouring deep crimson life-giving blood. Endrin’s pet raises a massive paw to finish off the cryomancer,
when the golem turns its attention to his creator. The icy monolith reaches down, with an unbelievable speed and grasps the
cat in his hand. The creature squeezes the cat until it quits breathing and tosses it back towards Endrin. Nyterath, somehow
managing to gather enough strength to stand once more, dispels the ice golem. The once monolithic ice beast is reduced almost
instantly to a small puddle of water. The cryomancer turns to Endrin,"I do believe I underestimated you, in the beginning.
That error was on my part. I am glad to call you friend." With a bow to the mage he heads back to the tavern to tend to his
wounds...
Nyterath versus Kiya
Nyterath eyes his surroundings with his icy hues, and easily finds them to his liking. The ice all around him feels homely
to him. He turns to Kiya, his silvery hair glimmering in the dim light. "I hope you are ready for a good fight, as I know
I am. I always enjoy a good challenge," the cryomancer says, his breath visible as he speaks. He draws his Xar'zith blade
and gives it a few more swings, getting used to it. The sword is perfectly balanced, and now magically enhanced by the cryomancer's
magic. Nyterath takes a few steps towards the elf facing him, the ice crunching below his feet. A chant fills the air as the
cryomancer recites a spell in an ancient runic language. His icy orbs seem to glow as he casts the spell. A loud cracking
noise comes from within the fireplace, as the fire-replacing ice crystals break loose from their tight grip on the ground.
With lightning like speed, the razor-sharp pieces of ice fly at his opponent, sure to easily shred her fair elven skin…
Kiya shivers as her blue eyes fixate upon the cryomancer. Poised and ready fro her opponents attach Kiya grins mischievously,
as the shard pieces of ice come racing at her Kiya crouches underneath her shield. Loud clashing noises can be heard as the
ice breaks apart splintering to the floor. Reaching for her sword, Kiya immediately begins racing towards Nytherath. Gripping
it tightly in both her hands, she swings towards the cryomancers mid section.
Nyterath watches in dismay as the ice shatters to a million pieces and fall to the floor. "Figured as much," he mumbles.
As soon as Kiya blocks his attack, the elf is nimbly racing towards him, sword in hand, the blade faintly reflects the failing
light. As she is upon him, her sword slashes at his midsection, only to be parried by his own icy blade. The ring of steel
on ice echoes loudly throughout the icy room as the blades meet. Nimble on his feet, the cryomancer is behind Kiya swiftly.
He slashes at the small of her back then retreats to a safe casting distance. Visible breath emanates from Nyterath's mouth
as he casts a very intricate spell. The ground of the room cracks loudly as shakes violently as it splits apart forming a
vast crevice in the midst of the building. Two blurs leap out of the vast nothingness in the floor. As the blurs land the
appear to be Ice Dire Wolves. With a wave of their summoner's hand the snarling beasts race toward the elf…
Kiya winces as the blade of Nyterath sword slashes across her back. Warm crimson blood begins to pool upon the floor, Kiya
quickly pushes the pain out of her mind. Turning quickly her sword bared to strike, She notices that Nyterath has retreated
and immediately the room begins to tremble and shake. As the blurs immerge and form into wolves, the elf ranger chants an
old elvish enchantment the fire place immediately bursts into flames behind her as the first wolf approaches her she immediately
ducks out of its way sending it in to the flames. The second Ice Dire Wolf circles Kiya preparing to attach. The wolf tackles
the ranger to the floor teeth snarling, Kiya braces herself as she throws the wolf into the flames. The flames dissipate in
the fire place as the Ice Wolves disappear. Kiya gets up from the frozen floor and brushes herself off. A small grin upon
her face, Kiya begins to chant again, her hands clasps tightly together as the wind begins whistling through the crevice you
entered. A small funnel forms in front of Kiya increasing in speed. With a wave of her hand it begins racing towards Nyterath
threatening to rip him to shreds.
Nyterath intently watches on as his beasts threaten Kiya. The scent of blood makes one of the wolves careless and quickly
races towards her. As Kiya finishes her spell the fireplace comes alive, as if it were a dragon about to obliterate his prey
in a wave of flames. The blood-thirsty Dire Wolf flies into the flame as the elf, despite her wound, nimbly ducks past it.
The would doesn't even have time to let out a yelp as the flames devour it instantly. The other wolf meets the same end as
his brother before him. As quickly as the wolves were summoned, the ranger has summoned a violent whirlwind intent on ripping
Nyterath apart. The funnel, spiraling with swift wind and ice shards picks up the cryomancer as a if he weighed nothing. The
mixture of ice and wind rip at Nyterath's flesh, crimson streams forming all over his body. Consciousness threatens to slip
from him as a rock slams him in the middle of his head. As the funnel falls to nothing, Nyterath slams to the ground, and
bounces, looking like a rag-doll. He lay there, not moving for some time, then suddenly springs to his feet, a glimmer of
something leaving his hand. In a blur his Xar`zith dagger was pulled from its sheath and flung at Kiya's chest with uncanny
speed…
Kiya watches as her wind funnel through Nytherath around knocking him to the ground before dissipating. A grin forms upon
her delicate features as victory is hers at last. Just as kiya is about to turn away the cryomancer jumps to his feet. Out
of the corner of her eye Kiya sees a glimmer of something racing towards her, she reacts as quickly as her tattered body will
allow, moving quickly to the side the dagger embeds itself into Kiya’s arm. She slumps to floor her face twisted in
pain as she pulls the dagger from its perch. Crimson blood begins to pool upon the floor once again. Kiya raises her head
ever so slowly from her place on the floor. It was a very good duel.
Mandu versus Nyterath
Mandu looks around at the people this fight has drawn. Seeing his love Latasha and his friend Elwin. He nods to both of them
before lifting his head again. He slowly moves some of his long black hair our of his face with his long slender fingers revealing
his blue eyes. "So you wish to face me vampire. Don't you know better then to go looking for fights with paladins?" Reachs
to his hip and grabs the hilt of his Dragon-Tooth Blade letting out a smile as he pulls it with one hand. Raises his other
hand forward infront of himself and begins to chant. "Mor Tigin." A bright light appears in his palm then quickly engulfs
his whole body. He then charges for the vampire as he approuchs the light gets brighter the closer he gets to the foul creature.
The light erupts in a blinding flash about a foot from his opponent causeing a blinding flash. Mandu quickly lungs for his
target with a large amount of force behind his attack, quickly swing upwards when his feet reach about where the vampire should
be...
Nyterath mutters a few unheard words as he rises from his seat at the bar. Almost instantaneously there is a very noticeable
drop in the temperature of the tavern as the cryomancer turns to lock his icy gaze on the paladin. “Well it sure took
you long enough to get here, lets just hope you aren’t a waste of my time,” he smiles as he draws his frost-enchanted
blade. Assuming no defensive stance at all, as the vampire awaits Mandu’s attack impatiently. The paladin’s chant
rings through the frigid air as his being is enveloped with a blinding light. Nyterath cringes away at first but quickly fixates
his gaze back on the glowing mass as he charges. As the elf nears, the aurora around his body flashes blindingly bright, the
sensation is almost unbearable. The vampire staggers backwards as he tries to blindly parry the attack, but is unable to do
so as his opponent’s blade rakes across his cheek. With a scream, Nyterath hops back slowly regaining his vision as
he searches his mind for an attack. With a few muttered words the ground below the combatants. Nyterath uses this to his advantage
and lunges at the elf, hoping to catch him off balance, and sends a devastatingly powerful slash at his leg…
Mandu feels the ground underneath him begin to shake. He quickly backflips as he sees his opponent charge only to be cut across
his right leg as the frost-enchanted blade tears through his leather pants. Mandu misses the table he was aiming for as the
pain rises up from his leg. He thuds on the floor, and quickly tries to rise to one knee. "Llie naa neh nae amin saura Onna."
He reachs his hand down to his leg chanting once again "Fallan amin mystra." His wound quickly begin to heal as a blue light
radiates from his hand to his leg. The elf stands back up eyeing his advasary while lifting his hand before him once again
"Mor Karask." as the words leave his lips his blade begins to glow with a holy aura. The elf quickly charges the vampire kicking
a table towards it. Mandu then leaps his into the air bringing the sword down with a heavy overhead slash aiming for Nyterath's
chest quickly spinning as he lands to land another blow to the beast's side.
Nyterath lets a sadistic grins cross his face as he feels the blade bite deep into the elf’s leg. With great speed,
he rips the blade out of Mandu’s leg and spins back away from the paladin as he goes sprawling. The ground continues
to tremble beneath the two’s feet as a large pit opens up behind the vampire, roaring and hissing sounds coming deep
from within. He watches and waits as the foolish elf expends the magic and time to heal the wound. Moments later he is on
his feet, chanting a spell from the similar to the previous attack. A holy aurora erupts around the paladin sending Nyterath
stumbling backwards, trying to escape the light. The cryomancer trips and falls backwards, screeching as he tumbles into the
void. The shrieks of the vampire end, and all is quiet for a time except for the roaring of the pit. An enormous blast shakes
the feeble tavern as a geyser erupts from the pit, blowing a hole through the remains of the roof, and causing the rest to
fall inward. As the geyser continues to spray hundreds of feet in the air, the cryomancer slowly floats up the cylindrical
shape of the water. His gaze once again finds that of his glowing opponent, but the water filters the intensity of the light.
As the spray from the geyser falls back to the tavern it falls not as water, but as razor sharp shards. Nyterath raises his
hand and points a finger at the glowing form of the paladin then screams, redirecting the blast from the geyser at Mandu…
Mandu watchs the vampire avoid his attacks as he spins he is caught in the arm by a shard of ice, followed by another where
the wound in his leg was. His right arm falls limp to the ground as he sits there on one knee faceing the vampire he is caught
by another shard in his chest feeling it right through the leather and pierce into his lung he lets out a scream "Ahhh".Half
bent over forward he holds up his blade and chants as loud as he can. "Mystra tua amin. Aul i' ess en' ilya tanya naa Selingue."
His sword begins to let out a bright light floating up into the air above him. The sword begins to flux with holy power as
the white light begins to blind onlookers only the outline of a figure can be made out above the sword. The figure has seems
to be radiating the light causeing pain to all that look upon her as she spreads her wings wide as she grasps the holy blade.
Suddenly the light disappears and only the sword is remaining floating in the air. It quickly darts at the elf on the ground
pierceing him through his back. Mandu lets out a loud scream but seems to have a smile on his face. "Diol llie amin heru."
The loud sound of thunder seems to fill the room as every thing goes black only one thing illuminates the room. A bright orb
of light where the elf once lay only now it seems to be filled with a tall grand figure with large pearly white wings. "Mor
Saura Onna. Amin tanar llie nae i' morinuin" quickly the figure lift a blade with a holy white flame burning upon it. The
strange figure charges towards the vampire only to disappear inchs from him in a blur of speed as the sound of thunder blocks
out all thought. The angel begins to attack the vampire from all directions in a blurring movement of bright light and flames...
Nyterath watches from within his watery encasing as the shards of ice impale Mandu. The redirected blast of water somehow
completely misses his opponent and blows through the wall, shaking the unsteady establishment further. The cryomancer gracefully
lands on his feet next to the opening in the earth, weary from the previous spell. He watches the elf perform the spell, trying
to shield his eyes from the brilliance of the damnable holy light. As it ends, the fool catches his sword in his in his back
and the vampire howls with laughter as he falls dying. Curiously he eyes the orb of energy encircled around the silhouette
of a man that remains where Mandu once was, wondering what kind of odd spell this is. He too soon regrets his thoughts as
the angel is upon his at once, lashing out from all sides with his sword wreathed in holy flames. Screams of pain fill the
air as the sword bites deep and the flames sear his skin terribly. Blow after blow, the pain becomes unbearable as the vampire
slips into unconsciousness. As the slashes continue to rain down on him, his body convulses and squirms still screaming. As
the angel raises his mighty sword for the final blow, a burst of black flames erupts around the vampire, protecting him from
the onslaught. Nyterath rises to his feet as if being picked up by some unknown force; the black flames still encompass his
body. The vampires eyes flash open and are no longer that chilling blue, but glowing red. He raises his hand to touch the
scar left on his forehead then turns to the angel and lets out a demonic scream. Three dark spheres of energy form around
the possessed cryomancer, seeming to feed off the holy light emanating from the figure. With the flick of his hand the spheres
of energy fly at the angel, growing larger from the radiant light eager to devour its’ source.
Mandu seeing the vampire engulfed in black flame move away going on the defensive. He quickly lifts his hand in front of him
as the unholy balls of energy form around his enemy. "Neshan ilya tanya cron amin." The angel watchs closely as the balls
of energy bolt towards him wanting to consume his very being. As the balls get closer to him he chants again and continues
to chant the same words over and over. "Neshan ilya tanya cron amin." "Neshan ilya tanya cron amin." suddenly the balls hit
something inches from him as a holy barrier begins to consume the ball of dark energy protecting the angel so he may fight
another day.
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