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Julietta versus Syadon
Julietta watches the duel with eagerness for bloodshed and frowns as Xhaleth vanishes right before Syadon can connect with
his attack. Intent on keeping the battle going, she moves quickly and takes the blow that was originally meant for another.
Julietta rubs her now bruised side and looks up at her surprised Nephew. “That was a good attack Syadon, now lets continue
shall we?” Looking around at the ancient field, she leaps back away from her challenger and clasps her hair with a clip
that looks suspiciously like bone. Julietta reaches into her robe and removes a bloodstained talisman that seems to hum as
she touches it. Nodding air and smirks evilly as the reanimated skeletons of long dead warriors, eager to continue the fighting
which lead to their original downfall,tear through the ground and grab any weapons which may be nearby before advancing on
Syadon. to herself, she gets a serious look on her face and presses the sharp edges of the talisman into her palm while chanting
fervently. She watches expectantly while the sky slowly goes from being a very light shade of blue to midnight black. Feeling
the ground beneath her start shaking, the vampire leaps into the air and smirks evilly as the reanimated skeletons of long
dead warriors, eager to continue the fighting which lead to their original downfall,tear through the ground and grab any weapons
which may be nearby before advancing on Syadon.
Syadon gasps as his fist connects with Julietta’s tender side, his hands clenched, “Sorry Auntie...I was aiming
for him...” Syadon turns to walk away dejectedly, as the ground begins to tremble, as a hundred skeletons burst forth
from there silent slumber, nervously the wisp in time stands tensed, ready for anything, his slender hand falls to his side
grasping for the hilt of his majestic blade, a stark realization comes over him. “I lost it......How could this have
happened to me.” Undeterred by this, Syadon advances forward towards the skeletons, lashing out at each one in kind,
tearing them to pieces until the shear numbers of their ranks over whelms him, the reanimated bones gnash, and tear at his
skin, letting the dark liquid that is his life flow freely from his body, tossing his high into the air, across the field.
The vampire lands with a resounding thud upon the dank earth, his hair matted together with his own blood, his swollen eyes
catch sight of something as he fades into darkness, reaching out for it, the flowing vitae seeps into the ground, disappearing
into the ground, a single white rose is in his grasp, as he holds the rose in his hand, it entwines his arm. The thorns of
it dig into his flesh seeking an infusion of nourishment, the malicious flower begins to lengthen and grow into a blade of
unmatched beauty, the blade of the white rose. Syadon rises from the ground, gazing upon the blade, letting it’s majestic
tip fall to the ground, beads of sweat fall from his face as he charges forth slicing through the bone yard that the field
has become, making his way towards Julietta. The blade hums along as it slices the air, making its way toward her pale flesh,
in search of a new home in her gullet....
Julietta stares emotionlessly at the reanimated horde of skeletons as they advance to her opponent with the sole purpose of
rending flesh from bone with their weapons. She looks over at Syadon and smirks as he attempts to defend himself against the
advancing army which outnumbers him 100 to one. Descending slowly she watches as her nephew is overwhelmed and attacked viciously
on all sides. Continuing to watch this fight, the younger vampire watches as Syadon stands silently bleeding profusely from
his numerous injuries. Julietta notices a single white rose and chuckles at his trademark insignia. She stares curiously as
the rose changes form and turns into a majestic looking weapon and laughs. ”Now things are getting fun dear nephew.”
Standing casually, she lets out a laugh as her minions are destroyed. Turning to face Syadon again she sees him charging across
the field stepping on numerous skeletons and reducing them to dust as he draws closer. Before she can prepare for his assault
however, He swings his sword through the still air in an effort to pierce the sensitive flesh of her neck Attempting to react
quickly the vampiric ranger maneuvers her lithe body so that the blade slashes through her upper arm instead of its original
target. Ignoring the pain that is now coursing through her body, Julietta leaps up into a nearby tree and recites a spell
slowly. Julietta slowly tilts her head skyward, flowing locks of whispy blonde hair dance in the winds, as her delicate hands
raise ever so slightly by her sides, her jade hues flicker in the moonlight. The night winds howl as they increase in vigor,
the clouds roll in, a thundering crack of white fire streaks across the night sky, as a torrent of ash descends upon the ancient
field of honor, brimstone begins to crash violently into the earth, streams of fire surge forth from the heavens directed
towards Syadon, the lone wisp in time, bent on burning him out of existence....
Syadon glares at Julietta as she leaps into the tiny copse of trees, the vampiric wisp stands in silence his icy gaze fixed
on her fragile frame, his blade dips towards the shattered earth, glancing off of the many tattered skeletal remains, his
once shimmering hair pressed hard upon his face, the beads of blood sweat drip silently off his body, the tiny lines in his
face slightly more defined, his muscles tensed at the challenge at hand. Syadon screams in pain as a stone of fire creases
his flesh, a resounding spark of flame engulf his glistening skin, the vane little wisp, sinks down to the earth, placing
his blade to his chest, calmly he closes his eyes, as a sudden mist begins to envelope the surroundings, a sudden screeching
is heard shattering the ebon skies, a small dark cloud appears on the horizon streaking towards the blood that is his own
family. A flicker of winged death surrounds the trees to which she so nimbly clings, tiny fangs beared seeking some blood
to feast upon in the veiled darkness that is night. Syadon appears in the center of the flock of bats, blade drawn his charred
flesh still smoking, his teeth glistening behind the blackened pyre that was once his crimson lips, a sickening hiss is heard
across the field as the blade seeks another taste of her vitae...
Julietta crosses her pale arms and watches as the son of Dante is struck by a stone of molten rock and screams in pain. Noticing
a mist appearing from all sides, she goes to leap out of the tree and engage her foe in close combat, but is forced to cover
her ears in order to block out a horrible screeching that pierces the air. Finally daring to move, Julietta looks around for
her nephew but merely notices a dark cloud moving quickly towards her. Knowing that she has seen this before she taps a finger
against her cheek trying to remember what it was. Realizing that the cloud is actually composed of dozens of bats. She continues
to watch the flock and notices Syadon materialize in the center of the flock of bats. Keeping an eye on him, she watches as
the charred and smoking form of the formerly etherally beautiful child bares his teeth and hisses before flying towards her
with his blade drawn, intent on inflicting mortal damage on her.Julietta goes to do a backflip to the ground but is struck
by Syadon’s blade and falls to the ground in a heap before she can right herself. Standing slowly and testing the sturdiness
of her ankle she cries out at the pain that shoots through her body. She moves as quickly as she can while leaving a trail
of ruby red blood behind her and ignoring the constant pain that is surging through both her shoulder and her ankle. Julietta
braces herself on her good leg so that all the pressure is resting there and spits out a mouthful of blood onto the burnt
ground, then stares up at the floating form of Syadon. Pulling her trusted bow from its strap, she strings the weapon and
takes aim for his back. Sweating from the exertions from earlier, she feels the wooden handle start to slip from her hands.
Moving quickly she fires the initial arrow and watches as her ranger skills take effect, causing the arrow to split into a
dozen missiles all intended to shoot him out of the sky
Syadon’s eyes go wide as he is struck in the back with a dozen wooden shards, the wisp in time lands upon the shattered
earth with a sickening thud. His charred remains lie nearly motionless for what appears to be an eternity for him, slowly
he presses his hands into the earth, the mystical blade of the white rose dissolves into dust, his once flowing mane a mere
shadow of its former glory, his eyes, once like twin pools of ice water, are now filled with the agonizing pain of defeat.
Slowly he rises from the earth as the splinters of wood slowly work themselves out of his frame as if his flesh repels them.
Glancing about the field he lets his vision fall on Julietta, “You have bested me Auntie....I submit to you.”
Syadon versus Siolad
Syadon slowly lowers to the ground, his fingers dig into the rarely trodden soil. Small furrows of earth slips against
his nails, the distant purr of thunder echoing in the ebon veil that hovers about the land. A sudden flash of white against
the copse flickers the eyes of the many children of the night. Syadon raises his head, studying Siolad cautiously, searching
his form for any sign of weakness, of which he has heard there are few. Slowly his hand dips to the hilt of his brand, drawing
it forth, sparks of white shower the hallowed ground, as it hums to rest in front of his body. The forsaken child of creation,
rises from the earth, his form slowly begins to straighten against the backdrop of swirling clouds, few drops of virgin rain
stream down his cheeks. Preternatural speed leading his course, as Syadon surges toward Siolad, screaming “Si!”
The hiss of his blade near to deafening as he swings it towards Siolad’s form, the blades seeking solace in the taste
his essense.
Siolad lets a grin slip along his lips, the screaming Syadon's words filling the air. He twitches as he holds out his cane
infront of him. It starts to twirl, much like someone might do to a baton. Faster and faster he twirls it as he pulls his
hand away from it. Strangely, the cane still twirling in air, even without Siolad. Faster and faster it goes as Syadon comes
very close. Though the wind picks up from cane and suddenly blows towards Siolad. His body seems to get easily blown in the
wind, much like a leaf would, and Syadon's blade misses him completely. Perhaps you are puzzled at the strangeness of Siolad's
blowing form, yet you don't get much time to deside as Siolad almost seems to have vanished. A large scream is heard as Siolad
flys from the trees, strait for Syadon, his cane strangely back in hand. He plants down firmly in front of Syadon and swings
his cane right at his head. It wizes closely towards Syadon and strangely, passes right through him. Siolad continues with
his many swings, each one strangely passing through Syadon. How could this be? Though another shout is heard from behind Syadon,
as the twirling cane appears in a second Siolad's hand. The first form strangely phases away as the wind picks up, threatening
to blow Syadon, right into a tree or other obsticals.
Syadon grimaces as his blade swings wildly, drawing a wisp of fog as it goes along. The torrent begins to increase in ferocity
as it picks up pace with Siolad’s baton twirling, the growl of thunder pierces the night, shaking the earth in its ferocity,
the electric crack of lightning hissing against the night. Syadon’s form is violently forced back into the copse, flattening
out against the sturdy branches of a lively oak, the drip of the leaves showers his body with droplets. A guttural growl shatters
the night, shaking his head as he sinks to the earth. In a sudden flash the forest opening is surrounded by eyes, glowing,
striving to drive back the darkness. Soft purrs slip the shadows, as the vampire’s form drifts up once more. “Nice
trick….Here’s mine” With a flash he vanishes driving his form towards Siolad, a sudden expanse of mist rises
up, no trace of the vampyric one is visible. A pulsing cloud of sheer black drifts towards the opening, swaying against the
iridescent pulses of lightning. A set of metallic orbs dance in the center, nearing Siolad, the cloud begins to dissipate,
thousands of winged vampire bats fill the area, encasing everything, circling his form, drawing ever closer to his form, a
sudden rip in the fabric of flesh, the vampire dives towards his foe with surprising recklessness.
Siolad lets out a very simple eep. The darkness surrounding his very quickly. The drow stands very still though, his eyes
closing as he whispers something. Purple monkeys seem to litterally dance out of his robe, very quickly. They are small though,
not the normal sized ones usually seen. With a suprising quickness, each monkey seems to leap towards a bat. As the monkeys
do so, they plant a smooch upon the bat. Distracting it from Siolad, thier target. Though that doesn't help Siolad with the
bigger problem. The actual vampire itself, though they seem quite reckless. Siolad tries to twist out to the side, though
doesn't help much as you hear a rip of flesh from Siolad, the scent of blood filling the air to those that can smell it. WIth
a grunt, Siolad leaps back slightly though a grin on his face. He starts to wave his hands in front of him, sprouting off
some randomness, that makes no sence. In fact, it makes so little sence that half the time you do not understand what he is
saying. A purple cloud starts to appear between Syadon and Siolad, growing bigger and bigger. You might figure this was a
giant spell the illusionist is casting when a small section of the cloud drops off. It hits the ground, heavy for some strange
reason. Very quickly, a figure is born from it. There stands, by the cloud a full sized version of Atropos, though in a nun
outfit.. The figure slowly starts to walk away from the cloud, and away from the duel, though it catches Siolad's eye. He
starts to lose consentration in the spell he casts as his eyes wonder over the figure, a giant grin gracing his lips. His
hands drop and siolad shouts out, "Sexy Nun!" But then again, those are the last words heard before the giant explosion. With
the spell being disrupted as it was, it becomes violent, and an explosion rips through the area. It throws Siolad back, and
he lands roughly against a tree. He slumps down, his eyes upon the giant flames infront of him. As to what happened to Syadon,
only he can say....
Atropos can only blink.
Syadon gets distracted as the nunish Posey appears in front of him. He instinctively falls to the ground, taken to one
knee. Slowly utter several Hail Silkies, as the spell explodes sending his form flying against the night skies, a stray bolt
of lightning catches his body as it cascades along the sky, sending him smoking towards the earth. With a thump he lands directly
in front of Silk, muttering loudly “Good lord…If you can’t control it then don’t cast it!” A
few errant purple monkies begin to shower from the heavens, flapping around vigorously still searching for bat dinners. The
wall of flame engulfing the area, he reaches out for Silk, hoping against hope this isn’t one of Siolad’s painful
illusions. But George, he was the smart one, trailing behind slightly, he now stalks Siolad, low to the ground, the over grown
alley cat lays. Purring softly, water dancing along his whiskers, as his nostrils surge up, and down George takes in a deep
breath of Siolad’s scent. Surging forth, none are sure if the cat is mad, or playing, that only Siolad alone is left
to figure out……
Siolad doesn't do much to protect himself. In the pain he is in, is it a doubt he can? The cat comes closer and closer, Siolad
still not doing much. He reaches into his robe and pulls something out. It is hard to see in the dark but you can smell it.
It is the roasted dark chicken he carries around with him. He tosses it to the side, hoping beyond home that the cat will
fall for it. He reaches into his robe once more, and pulls out a thing of.. Milk! He sets it down beside him and prays. The
cat, seems to sniff the food, and strangely is entranced by it. You hear a loud sigh of relief as Siolad still sits there,
not moving much. He eyes Syadon as he mutters, "Think.. Think.." He points at Syadon as utters something, completely exausted.
He reaches into his robe, pulling out a small object. It seems to be an acorn, though a small one at that. He musters as much
strength as he can, and tosses it right for Syadon. It lands right before Syadon, and does absolutely nothing! It just lands
and sits. After many moments, perhaps you think this was just a ruse to by more time, which in the long run, perhaps it was,
for Siolad seems completely out by the time the attack actually happens. A lone squirrel runs up to the acorn, and picks it
up. It looks up at Syadon and cherps some, and stands there, ready to fight for the acorn. Unless, of course, Syadon happens
to let the squirrel have it.
Syadon sways to, and fro slightly, the squirrel peering up at him. “Hey…..Aren’t you…Wait didn’t
you used to be….Grrr?” Glances to Silk, head all swollen, and aching. From near exhaustion, the vampire collapses
to the ground, turning his head to see Siolad, lying there seemingly unconscious, he drags his body towards Si’s. “Wake
up….They are gonna just stand there, and not get dirty?” The rain has softened the ground, slickened it quite
nicely actually. “Are we gonna let them stay so….So…Clean?” Trying to smile as he glances to sparkling
duo. His eyes turn to Siolad as he picks up a handful of mud, and smiles….
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.
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