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Dante versus Solaris
Dante suddenly falls into a fit of convulsion and stumbles left to right, before dropping to his knees; the light from his
robes pulsates brightly then flickers and wavers. You stare on in wonderment at the sight of the powerful being falling to
nothing but the air that seems to be here. In a split second the huge appendages, wings grafted by dark magics to Dante's
back, sprout forth in a darkening glow. An updraft of sweltering heat pours unto the wings, drawing the trembling form of
the vampire to his feet, then back, pinned heavily to the tavern wall. Pale lids close over his eyes, hiding the crimson and
emerald deeps. Darkness seems to be engulfing him, wrapping over and over in some place hidden in his body or soul. A hellish
voice expells from Dante's throat, blasting towards Solaris, "For honor, glory and justice, beast!" The wings fall like drapes,
enshrouding Dante and the blackness fades. The wings begins to warp, glowing white and silver hues that explode vividly about
the road. When the wings are pulled back, Dante stands, magnificent and bueatiful, pulsating with a liquid irridescence that
pushes shadow from its holds and crevices. The once black wings have transformed, taking on an all snowy colour that gleams
with his aura. His pale hand slides downward, grasping at the black hilt of 'Blackfyre', and drawing it out with a dull ring,
from a scabbard, formed of shadows and stormclouds. All goes silent in the moment before fire prances upon the steel blade,
only much differently than expected. Ever spindle of flame is glowing a bright pearl, white as fleece, and burning with a
newfound power and heat. Rushing at Solaris, weapon heldfast, hand outstretched, a glowing ball forming in his palm. HIs form
flies between Jacklin and Merdread, a wake of power flowing behind him. With a roar of disdain, he releases the explosive
ball of light and leaps from the ground, twirling like a dancer in the air, his cloaks like beautiful ribbons flowing behind,
his flaming sword sending cinders of snow-like flames flying towards Solaris. He continues in his downward spiral, his wings
swarming around him, also covered in the flame soft light. Speed carries him, and hate fuels him as 'Blackfyre', now alight
with white flames, and the wings of darkness, now engulfed in pearl flames and coloured the same, express a heated want for
Solaris to feel pure pain.
Solaris turns with a suddeness as his hatred flares up. His white featherd wings spread gracefully as he straightens his
back, gaining several more inches in height. His mouth opens and expels a voice both beutiful and fair saying, "And now we
see who the most foolish of the mortals is." The voice turns harsh and cruel as Solaris erupts in a fit of laughter. Solaris'
grey skin surges as his muscles begin to tense. The smell of flowers that follows him around changes subtly, carrying with
it now a feeling of confusion, as the golden glow from his eyes slowly changes to a crimson color. He draws forth the Dark
Scythe. A sense of dred sweeps across the people as its dark blade casts a shadow about the room, driving away the light from
Dante. Solaris outstretches his hand and catches the ball of light and crushes it within his apathetic grip. Solaris leaps
towards Dante with the Dark Scythe outstretched, rushing to meet Dante head on.
Dante continues in his harrowing descent, flames dwindling around him as the powers of Solaris tries to quench his holy light,
yet the power does not fully fail, but dampens, only to grow more with each move towards his enemy. 'Backfyre' and Solaris'
dark scythe crash together, sending a brilliant display of sparks into the sky. Pure power clashes together, causing the very
ground beneath your feet to quake and crack in thin, spidery chasms, from whence a heat expells, though only a bit. Good and
evil seem to be things of old as the very essence of the two duelists mingles together and creates a strange feel of nauseation
and a field of power that secludes Solaris and Dante from the others. As he struggles against the powers of his mortal enemy,
he pulls back his palm in an condensing of power. Flurries of light form around his balled fist, knuckles white from the hold,
but more from the gossamer veil that engulfs it. Every spire of light begins to swirl swiftly around their core, Dante's fist,
and outstretches into a sharpened cone. His beautiful wings are outstretched, and explode with light that pounds down upon
Solaris, as Dante sends the spike of light spiraling towards him.
Solaris spins the Dark Scythe around and slams the blade into the spike, shattering it. Dark tentacles of energy moves
forth from the tips of his wings, wrapping around Dante and tightening, trapping even his wings within their confines. More
and tendrils of energy burst forth and continue their struggles against Dante. Within the cocoon-like confines of the tentacles,
small portrusions begin forming, puncturing Dante's flesh and embedding themselves deeply, even into his bones. The dark tentacles
swell up with a final surge of power as Solaris cuts them loose from his body. As they swell, Dante's flesh is stretched beyond
its limits. Muffled screams emit forth from the cocoon as his bones begin to crack and turn.
Dante looks on in horror as his body is slowly confined and held, body compacted into a small form, and surrounded by energy.
Screams emit from his body, but are unheeded by anyone, there being no one to save him from his horrid fate. Biting portrusions
begin to dig into hsi body and he wails a high pitched cry, strauggling against the power as his body begins to break and
tear. After what seemed like years of torment to Dante, his body is released and he slams into the earth with a sickening
smash. A dust cloud whirls into the air and Dante lay quietly for a bit. Suddenly, as is bidden by the gods, a stream of light
pours downward from the sky, slamming into Dante and charging itself up. The light beams forth in a ray of nipping cold that
slams into Solaris and inches his form towards the tavern. With a struggle, Dante clambers to his feet, the light having healed
his body somewhat. Step after step, he takes towards Solaris, the beam growing more powerful as the gap between them closes.
Solaris smashes through the Tavern wall, being pushed backwards by a cold beam of light coming from Dante.
Solaris screams in rage against the light and Dante. The tables in the Tavern start to rattle and lift off the ground. The
wood in the tables ripple and start to crack. Solaris thrusts his arms forward and drives back the light. A darkness immediately
follows the light as it rushes back towards Dante. A dark, murky sort of haze surrounds Solaris, only his crimson eyes shining
through it. Solaris picks the Dark Scythe up and leaps at Dante again, this time with much greater speed and force than he'd
used thusfar. Solaris rams Dante with his shoulder and spins around with the Dark Scythe, cutting into Dante's back. A smell
of burning flesh fills the already putrid air as the flames begin to boil Dante's blood and cook his organs.
Dante stumbles backwards, shortly blinded by Solaris blast. When his vison clears, he peers upon a large form rushing towards
him, and tries to brace himself, only to be thrust back. A biting pain came quickly to his body as Solaris' scythe cut into
the deeps of Dante's body, scratching horridly against bone. From the bubbling wound comes an outpour of blood, which immediatly
carmelizes, holding the weapon in place. Wrenching and gasping in pain, Dante tears away from the scythe, tearing away from
a piece of himself as well, as he stumbles foward. His robes begin to reweave themselves with light and all dinginess disperses
from them. You are gladdened as the sight of Dante's ribcage is removed from your presence, but astoundingly he stays standing
ans tunrs to Solaris. "You have hurt me before, evil one, but I take it in stride now...The pain causes me to only grow more,
like a fire fed with dry tinder. Yes, the pain burns, but I take it, only to take you....Now, taste it yourself!" With that,
Dante raises 'Blackfyre', now engulfed in flames of snowwy hue, and expells his huge wings, membranous and pearl. His long
tendrils of hair waft about in the hot air that fills the tavern. Taking a step towards Solaris, Dante lifts 'Blackfyre' and
downward slashes with great force and holiness behind the attack. A beam of pureness, untainted by the evils that overtake
the world, fires from the tip of the blade as it digs into Solaris' godly flesh. Spreading his wings out further, and taking
in all the enrgies of the landscape about him, he returns it tenfold, from the beam of his blade, beam of condensed energies,
in the form of silver flames.
Solaris is lost from sight as he becomes engulfed by the beam. When the onslaught is over, Solaris is standing tall and
proud. He smirks at Dante with a wicked gleam in his eye, "Did you really think you could stand against a God wielding the
power of a Dark Immortal? Your arrogance sickens me." A new darkness takes hold of your sight, as the entire room darkens.
The sunlight streaming inward through the windows starts to die as well. The roof of the Tavern breaks away and scatters into
the surrounding forest. The sun that is normally shining peacefully now hangs in the sky looking darker and sickly, it's cheerfulness
now all but gone. A low noise coming from Solaris causes your stomach to rattle. An aura of black flames surrounds his body,
the flames licking and biting at the air angrily. His wings sit in a restfull position at his sides. He runs at Dante, laughing
maniacly as he raises the Dark Scythe, and swings it down on last time. Dante raises his sword to meet the Dark Scythe but
watches in horror as the sword shatters, sending shards and fragments in every direction, some hitting him, as well as Solaris.
The Dark Scythe continues its downward stroke, and catches upon Dante's colarbone at its center in his neck. It snaps the
bone as one would snap a twig in his hands, and rips through Dante's ribcage spilling his organs onto the Tavern floor.
Dante topples over, body lifelss, blood sprouting in fountains from his body. The crimson thickness drenches the tavern, soaking
wood and people as well. Amazingly, he moves, dragging himself slowly into a dark corner, entrails streaking the floor behind
him with blood the bubbles and froths, forming deep pools. Eyes closed, and holding a part of himself up, Dante steps into
the deep pool, disappearing beneath the vermilion liquid which evaporates as Dante is engulfed, leaving only a single blood
drop in the entire tavern.
Dragun versus Solaris
Dragun rests his eyes calmly on the Dread Lord, eyeing his grey and white skin marked with arcane symbols. The dragon mage
silently calls the Magi, his blank and shining white eyes fluttering different shades of the color spectrum. Somehow he seems
to become more, denser, even larger although he retains his normal visage. He sets his claws around his tree-sized quarterstaff
and lifts it, his eyes meeting Solaris pupil to pupil, before slamming it down into the dusty, sparsely covered earth. Mere
feet before him a deluge of sprawling, cerulean energy bursts forth from the ground, ripping the air as it speeds towards
Solaris.
Solaris leans forward into the blue energy as it ripples around him. The Evil God spreads his wings, catching the energy
like the fabric of a kite, lifting him into the air. He gracefully rides the energy high into the heavens before rolling free,
staying aloft under his own will. He floats for a bit, his golden eyes surveying the starry night sky before he arcs and turns
his body downwards, plummeting towards Dragun. Accelerating with every second, Solaris rips the blade of his Dark Scythe out
to his side, its blacked fires blowing wildly in the wind while it searches for its intended victim.
Dragun knows for certain that his size will not allow for any dodge of the oncoming gleaming scythe. With quick, nearly instinctive
thought, he rumbles earthly spires to life, punching up through the air at the evil god who deftly maneuvers around each concurrent
one, but comes out of the resultant maze managing to just sear his wicked weapon into Dragun's shoulder flesh as if he had
no scales at all. With a roar that causes his own spires to crumble and avalanche, Dragun wheels around, the evil hurt smoking
above his thick red blood. His lips curl into a snarl and red phantom outlines of other dragons cascade behind him momentarily.
"Witness, you god, the light of the Magi!" With those words, Dragun belches forth white, scorching flame complete with blue
lighting bolts running the course of it. The flame splits into two wall-sized fireballs that leap at Solaris as if with their
own will.
Solaris arcs back around just in time to see the large wall of white flames split into two large fire balls. He surges
forward with a speed that only a god could revel in, the Dark Scythe held defiantly in front of him. As the dark blade slams
into the first of the two fire balls, all grows silent. The Dread Lord's beautiful voice rings out, clear and deep, causing
reverberations to rattle your body as well as the rocks and nearby trees. Wild animals scatter in all directions from the
screech of pain rupturing forth from Solaris as he maniacally charges through the remaining part of the first fireball and
then the second. He emerges from the white chaos, glaring at Dragun. The Evil God's golden eyes crackle with raw energy as
his beautiful voice rings out once more, "See now and bear witness, holy demon, a small portion of the wrath taken from a
Dark Immortal..." Solaris lets go of the Dark Scythe, which moves off to his side and hangs in the air beside him. The Dread
Lord gives off a small chuckle as he holds one hand out in front him, palm facing Dragun. Dark energies respond to this movement
by massing in front of him. Shards of this dark matter streak forth, striking out at the sky above and ground below. The spherical
dark mass breaks free of Solaris' power and rushes towards Dragun, spinning slightly as it moves.
Dragun gets the universal look in his eyes that always, in any language, translates as “Ohhh….sh*t.” By
the time he breaks free from his revelry, his mage mind wondering at the speeding ball of evil, he only has time to toss up
three large, glittering light shields. The sphere seems to enter slow motion as it shatters through each shield in succession,
their shards tinkle on the ground next to you as they find the earth. At the last moment, one of the Magi, you assume his
name is Purance the Holy by the words that spring spontaneously into your head, seems to jump from Dragun’s scales,
his plasmic existence piercing into your vision, surrounding the dragon mage. Gallantly he lowers his snout to meet the orb
in hopes to stop it dead. Time returns to normal as the orb slams into Dragun and his holy draconic shield, sending his huge
mass tumbling backwards and ripping up earth until he comes to a stop. Purance is no longer to be seen, but it is obvious
he did not absorb the whole impact since Dragun sways on his feet and is wreathed in black smoke, crestfallen. Suddenly, his
eyes turn a savage crimson as he bellows. Taking to flight, his wings propel him quickly towards the evil god and he brings
his whole body to bear against Solaris. His talons screech and fangs glint in the moonlight as the enraged mage hurtles toward
his target, his scales charged white hot with holy heat.
Solaris lands his feet on the ground, his Dark Scythe standing upright next to him, still free from his grip. The smell
of roses that surrounds Solaris becomes more apparent as his anger grows. His voice sings out towards Dragun saying, "Do you
still not yet fathom my power? Only a foolish one acting in anger would try such a thing..." Solaris spreads his stance slightly
and straightens his back. He thrusts the palms of his hands out, just as Dragun reaches him. Tendrils of blue and gold energy
snake around the two of them causing a chaotical storm of sound and fury that shakes the very foundations of the ground on
which you stand. An explosion of light erupts from between the grappling foes, as one of the blue tendrils of energy comes
into contact with a gold. When the blinding light clears, both Solaris and Dragun are on opposite sides of their imposed battlefield,
picking themselves up out of the wreckage.
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