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Tevyn versus Neraka

Tevyn stretches slowly, flexing his arms and fingers as he adjusts to this body, unused to its specific figure. His gaze drifts around the room, taking in anything and everything that could possibly come into play before he settles his eyes upon the form that is Neraka. His lips split apart into a hideous smile, his thoughts drifting over what he should do against this powerful being. Finally, he begins to speak; flowing forth from his mouth comes a stream of words, all repulsive and vile in their own way. His words flow around the spectators, filling their heads lightly as the spell works its way towards Neraka, taking its time to infect the area as it inches its way towards him. The words enter his head almost unheard as they reach him, more like a feeling than something audible. The feeling inside of him begins to grow, the utter desire to quit, give up, take his own life. Like the thoughts of a depressed lover who has lost all that drives them, the word spin a web of depression throughout Neraka’s mind. Tevyn’s voice shifts, changing in tone as the first ends. Using the first attack as a distraction, his second spell comes to life, following the will of its master. A figure appears in the doorway, a king of old. He brandishes a sword and cries out, distraught at the sight of his once great kingdom now fallen. The gallant king charges at Neraka’s back, his sword jabbing furiously at his neck and spinal cord, thoughtless blows dealt in anger. One cannot help but wonder if this is truly the king of this kingdom, angered at the sight of what has happened, or an illusion given life by Tevyn’s hateful mind.
Neraka grins broadly in anticipation, his armour-clad form shaking ever so slightly in anticipation as the twin crimson pools of hate size up the foe now standing before him. Pale face contorting hideously as his smile widens the Death Knight drinks in his adversary, studying his slightest movements and memorizing them in preperation for an attack. Scanning the ranger's sturdy form from head to toe as a patron might a newly made set of clothes he nods, seemingly to know one in particular, all the while confidently muttering in a cold hoarse voice..."Yes...yes...he will do...perhaps even better than what I have now...we will see...yes...". The spidery almost incoherent words trail off as Neraka suddenly tenses, his expression changing to one of bewilderment and then confusion. Shoulders sagging and the vice-like hold on the leatherbound hilt in his hand loosening he regards Tevyn now with an uncomfortable and almost fearful gaze before raising the vicious-looking dragonblade still captive to his gauntleted hands with the shimmering tempered steel facing his broad breastplate-encased chest. Greyish blue eyelids veiling his crimson eyes in preperation for the plunge the Knight lets loose a silvery laugh, the sound unreflective of his saddened visage, and drops to one knee. Appendages moving with unnatural haste he thrusts the deadly weapon to the side and back at the misty apparition, disspelling it with a quick flick of the wrist. Having taken care of his assailant the Dark Knight remains motionless as his counterspell comes into play, the dead queens body silently pulling itself to its feet behind Tevyn, giving off the impression of a puppet manipulated by unseen strings. Reaching back to her neck with a pale and long unused hand she pulls free the dart that brought about her end and leaps toward her master's opponent...leaving him to contend not with a hazy memory of the past but with the flesh and bones of a now ravenous monarch...
Tevyn steadies his face, not allowing any sign of his emotion to push forth as his spells are easily cast aside. His mind snaps to attention, the sounds of bones creaking draw his gaze behind him, to the once noble thrones. His body slowly shifts entirely towards the undead being now attacking him, his movement becoming more fluid as he settles himself into this young ranger's body. His smile shifts into one of comfort and caring, aiding the effectiveness of his deceptive spells. Like true evil, he wraps his hatred and malice in a blanket of innocence, his mind connecting with the dead queen, allowing her eyes to take in what just happened. He fills her head with nothing but the image of Neraka dispelling what appeared to be her lover, her everything, her king. Whatever hatred was within this undead woman, it is broken by her unending love for her mate. Even in death, she cries out, agony and pain apparent in her cries. She turns upon Neraka and charges at him with a fury known only to those who have ever truly been in love. Her hands claw at his armor as the dart seeks the break in his defenses, the flesh of his neck singled out.
Neraka growls in annoyance as his limbs desperately try to ward off the distraught lover and wife now groping furiously at his broad form. Openning , to no avail, several gashes on her decaying torso with the remorseless weapon in his possesion the Dark Knight begins to retreat, seemingly dancing away with a smooth flowing grace. The corrupted soul within his depths persuasively demanding pain and blood he begins to cast a hasty spell, the knowledge gathered on his adversary during the elapsed time coming into play. Slashing out a wide circle with a cross at it's center Neraka channels, dark energy materializing about his body and snaking towards the wildly gesturing sword. Writhing and twisting sinuously the black strands begin to enterwine, shaping a tapestry of contradiciton as chaos is brought into harmony. Writhing constantly as if in protest the serpentine rivulets shift until a portal is formed, the chasm blinking in and out of existance in it's instability. Eyeing his creation speculatively Neraka adds the finishing touch to his spell as the seemingly unstoppable woman lumbers toward the void-like gap in space and time between her and him..."Velshehhstreati...". Suddenly,from the emptyness in the window to an alternate plane of existance a beam of searing light streaks out sizzling through the air and disintigrating the undead creature in its path with a resonating hiss. Reverbrating with power and the lack of balance, the hastily summoned holy prism seems to melt away the very air itself on it's trajectory toward Tevyn....
Tevyn begins his spell as soon as he comes into the knowledge of what Neraka is doing. He focuses every ounce of concentration he can muster into a similar beam, though his is made of the purest of evils that his mind can comprehend enough to form. As the two barrel at each other Tevyn simply watches and waits for the desired effect. The two beams collide, but the holy prism was given passage into this realm by evil, tainted by the portal it entered through. With this small taste of evil connected to it, the holy magic cannot run true and is easily imploded by the oncoming beam, each shattering into nothing before the eyes of the spectators. His lips curl up into a sadistic smile, his next attack forming in his mind. His gaze pierces through the air like an arrow, settled upon something unseen as his mind focuses. His lips part into a speech unheard, the words too repulsive to even form into sounds. As he continues the silent language falls upon the room like a stone, the air grows heavy with tension at what is to come. Delved from the depths of the mind trapped in this body, Tevyn begins to put into play the information he knows will aid in the destruction of his opponent. The room darkens to a sickening hue, almost concealing the fires that spring to life throughout the room. Birthed from these veiled flames, countless figures reveal themselves, all surrounded by the same green aura. The darkness disintegrates in a flash, the light of the room only intensifying the beings that populate the area. The innumerable beings rush upon Neraka, their mighty blades drawn. Some take to the air with powerful wings, sweeping down upon Tevyn’s adversary from all sides. Tevyn’s lips cease to move as the spell evolves into its greatest form, his lips curled upward at the sight of the powerful beings. He himself could not imagine taking on such foes, one Alexander is fierce enough, but a multitude of Alexander’s, all falling upon Neraka. One cannot help but think of their power, increased ten fold if by some strange chance, the true Alexander could have slipped into the fight unseen through the door, here to help aid in the fight alongside his trusted ranger friend.



Tevyn versus Kalid

Tevyn flexes his fingers before stretching out his body, getting used to this new shell he has obtained. A grin that can only be taken as evil spreads across his lips, a knowing look in his eye. He glances over Kalid before he moves his gaze over the surroundings. A heartless cackle fills the dead courtyard as he lifts a finger towards Kalid, "Today you shall learn the meaning of pain." He closes his eyes and begins to speak, spewing forth from his mouth a fountain of words, each word harsh and grotesque, if such things can be said of mere words. His eyes burst open, and surprisingly they are the same color as when he closed them, unlike so many of the other evils that reside in this land. He does not stop whispering his words, but a change can be heard. They become more commanding, holding more power. With this change comes another. The bodies laying about the courtyard gasp and groan as they begin to move. In the simplest of explanations, Tevyn's mind is in each body, as if it were his own. The pixies take off into the air, wings slowly flapping until the long dead bodies regain their sense of flight and movement. Three of the bodies soar around Kalid, staying their distance. The two guards pull the spears from their guts and charge her, heedless of what may happen to themselves. They all laugh at once, Tevyn urging each body to do its job at the same time. His original body lays limp, his mind split for now between all the other bodies he now controls. The two guards attack from the front, spears held out before them. Two of the three pixies zoom inward as fast as they can, their goal to distract Kalid from the onrushing guards, as well as try to stab her with their tiny swords should they be given the opportunity.
Kalid watches Tevyn, as he commands the statues to attack her, her blue eyes flash, fear filling them for a second, but then it is replaced by pure determination and hope, she must do her best to destroy this evil. She watches for a second, as he points to her and his harsh voice rings in her ears, evil radiating from him, filling her very soul with hate. Noticing the bodies charge for her, she lowers her head and mutters quietly. Her voice gets louder and louder until she is shouting her voice now filling the hall. As she speaks a white wall begins to erupt from the earth at her feet, encircling her in a shield of light. The guards hit the wall, making it shake slightly, but it does not break and they fall to the ground, spears turning to dust at the touch of the pure sheet of white light protecting the elf. The light flickers slightly as she tries to absorb the pixies attack, she lets out a slight moan at all the magical energy she is pumping into this wall, colour escaping her face fast, she has to let it drop. One pixie manages to get her, slicing her back as she tries to twist out of its way. Quickly she reaches for her sword wrapping her pale fingers delicately around the hilt, within one second the sword is drawn and she brings it down onto the pixie’s head, shattering the small form. Now, she turns her attention to Tevyn, and his limp form. Seeing an opportunity to strike, she charges at him, dull metal blade looking to slice right through the half elf’s neck.
Tevyn watches on as the body that once belonged to the noble Tevyn is attacked and he cannot help but laugh. His entire mind and being passes into that last pixie, the third that he left flying in the air for just this type of an emergency. Just as he passed from the red-tailed hawk into Tevyn, the dark mage's spirit passes with his mind fully into the pixie body that it now inhabits. Drained slightly from making the full switch of vessels, and now having to get used to this body he hesitates, clearing his mind so that he may think. Finally, he soars downward at Kalid, hands held palm outward. A tiny cry fills the courtyard, though small the words are just as harsh as earlier and it is then that you know Tevyn has taken a new host. The pixie's hands go ablaze with a black aura. His hands fall to the pouch that almost every pixie carries. Glad to find it there, Tevyn draws out a meager handful of pixie dust and flings it at Kalid, some of the black aura going with it. He soars back up high and out of reaching, hoping that the dust will do what it is intended with the dark spell, so that Kalid may be changed into the size of a pixie herself.
Kalid’s sword falls onto Tevyn’s body, but to her surprise he does not flinch. Raising her sword again she tightens her grip on the hilt and looks up to the pixie hovering above her. It laughs, a cruel laugh, full of malice and hate. This is not Tevyn, it’s merely a creature that was possessing him, she now knows that if she hurts it, she will feel no guilt or remorse. She watches as the dust falls, the eerie light that fills the hall catches it slightly and it glints, slightly alarmed she moves quickly to her left using her sword to balance, and most of the dust falls beside her. Some though, catches her blade and it pulses somewhat, then a split second later it shrinks to the size of a dagger, the carvings on the blade now to small to read. Kalid stands stunned for a second, then tilts her head back to look at the small pixie, she bends her knees slightly and raises the dagger sized sword into the air and points it at him. Her eyes fixed on the pixies small form she mumbles something, and a slight smirk appears at her crimson lips. A fierce blue light immediately erupts from the end of her blade, slicing the air, it hurtles towards the thing that was in Tevyn, hoping to burn the thing into dust.
Tevyn snarls, angered at missing his target. When Kalid begins to attack him he knows he could simply flutter out of the way, this pixie's body holding much speed, but he decides that he must crush her spirit as well as her body. One such way would be to prove his power is greater than hers, beyond her. His small pixie hands rise before him and he summons forth a blast of evil magic, sending it in the form of a beam directly at the oncoming attack. He quickly darts off and turns to watch, out of harms way. The two beams collide and explode, opposite forces doing such things to each other. He turns his attention back to Kalid and says, "Evil does not need to defeat good, and winning does not matter. As long as we exist we are influencing society." He spews out the words as his mind works a spell. Summoned up from the dead bodies that lay everywhere he calls forth the little evil they once held. Whether it was lying to their mother, stealing from the cookie jar, whatever small evil they committed, Tevyn draws forth that power into a swirling mass of hatred and darkness and sends it at Kalid. The emotions, they enter Kalid and begin to work on her, showing her that there is no hope, that as long as evil exists it can live with good, it does not need to defeat it, simply live with it. The force tries to destroy her soul, will her to stop fighting and give up.
Kalid watches helplessly as her attack fails to hit its target. She turns her attention to the pixie, waiting, she feels the room go cold, her skin begins to feel tight and she shivers slightly. Wondering what is going on she glares at the pixie, her bright blue eyes meeting his. She looks deep into its eyes seeing nothing but pain, hate and anguish, her head begins to fill with voices. Overwhelmed by this evil spell she falls to her knees, she hits the floor with a soft ‘thud’ and her eyes roll to the back of her head. She twitches slightly before falling on her front; she writhes violently and screams, desperate to get the evil out of her. Falling faster and faster into a void of nothing, she contemplates giving up, giving in, letting the dark take hold of her. Then, she hears the faint laugh of the pixie in the background. This brings her to her senses, hate filling her own soul, and she fights the dark. She fills her mind, body, soul and her very being with light, thinking of everything good that’s ever happened to her, images of people, places fill her brain, driving the dark out of her. She steadily gets to her feet and moves her hands to the front of her body, and claps them together, then moves them apart; a small ball of white light appears in the middle, tiny, but unbearable to look at. She smirks again and hurls it towards Tevyn with all the strength she can muster.
Tevyn shakes his head sadly, thinking Kalid should know better. Even in his weakened state from the last spell, he easily darts out of the way of the ball, his small pixie form being able to move faster than she can throw. He turns and watches as the ball of blinding light heads off towards the forest, and can think only of what destruction that will do. He laughs at the thought of Kalid’s careless attack harming someone or something as it disappears from sight. He cackles once more and drops to the ground, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He points once more at Kalid and says, "This is not finished, weakling.



Kalid versus Tevyn

Kalid smirks as she looks up at Tevyn through her light blonde hair draped casually over her pallid face, with the wind singing in her ears she tilts her head slightly to look into the inky black sky, she mumbles something indistinguishable under her breath; barely even a whisper, yet obviously said. As she does so clouds form in the sky above her head, the deep black replaced by a swirling grey abyss. Lightning strikes behind her; illuminating her pale face. The wind picks up and Kalid begins to rise slowly from the ground drifting smoothly into the air, again she says something, this time her voice is somewhat clearer, echoing through the night. All is quiet for a few seconds until a loud crack is heard, the ground begins to tremble and quickly pieces start falling away from the land, threatening to plunge Tevyn into nothing."
Tevyn surveys the area, noting what things he can use to his advantage and what things to be weary of, things that could be used against him. He watches his opponent carefully, waiting for the oncoming attack. As soon as the skies begin to change Tevyn begins to murmur his own incantations, trying to counter Kalid's own spell. The elf inside of him comes out, raising his power and willing the sky to return to normal, but he cannot defeat Kalid, her pure elven blood stronger in magic than his. He lifts his longbow as the area around him crumbles, his hands fluidly moving this way and that, nocking an arrow and drawing back the string of his bow in moments, his mind trained to do such things without thought. He lifts the longbow and fires the arrow on a deadly path for Kalid, the arrow slicing through the air, it destination Kalid's chest. Tevyn takes up a defensive stance and waits, knowing that if Kalid wishes to stop the arrow she must break her spell, thus ending the destruction being caused to Hollow.
Kalid watches the arrow for a second, debating what to do in her head. She decides though that she must fall, quickly she breaks the spell and plunges to the ground, but she hesitated for to long as she falls the arrow scrapes her shoulder easily slicing through her pale skin. She lands on bent legs and immediately places her hand on her shoulder as she does crimson seeps through her fingers and she gasps in pain. Angered she is in pain she turns and faces Tevyn, snarling she reaches to her side and wraps her blood stained fingers around the hilt of her sword. Elegantly she draws her blade and points it at Tevyn, again she mutters under her breath; as she does her dull metal blade emits an eerie glow gradually light builds and the darkness flees from her blade as it burns brighter and brighter until it is unbearable to look at, she moves a step closer to Tevyn and murmurs something; immediately a huge bolt erupts from her blade hurtling towards Tevyn’s head.
Tevyn blinks at the bolt soaring at him, his first reaction is to drop to the ground and allow the beam to pass above his head. Unsure of whether the beam is going to expand or not he decides to jump to the left in order to get out of its entire path. As he lunges away the beam, with its superior speed, catches Tevyn's arm. He crashes to the ground and rolls a little before looking to the wound. Most of the cloth has been burned right off and some of the flesh has been burned. He winces and hastily makes a sling to hold his arm. He looks around for his bow until he realizes it was in his hand, the beam must have disinegrated it. He pulls forth from a side loop a blowpipe, stretching over three feet long. He sets the plainly carved mouthpiece to his lips and aims at Kalid. He musters up what breath he can and sends forth the poisoned dart not at Kalid, but at the wolf that acompanies her. Hopefully with this distraction he will have time to land a blow, for already he is charging, sword in hand. He veers to the side and steps into the swing, bringing the sword downward towards Kalid's shoulder.
Kalid stands still clutching her shoulder, blood now seeping onto the sleeve of her dress, she barely has time to notice Tevyn as he runs and slashes at her other shoulder. She manages to move slightly but the gleaming metal blade still manages to cut the edge of her arm, her shrill screams of pain fill the night. Again she snarls and wraps her blood-soaked fingers around the hilt of her own sword tighter. Quickly she glances at Atlas and sees he has been hit by the dart, her hand instinctively reaches out to help him, but knowing she has no time, she draws it back and wraps it around the hilt as well. With both hands one, pale with the purity of the elves, the other scarlet and dripping with blood, she attempts to drive her blade; still glowing from her last attack into Tevyns back, plunging it down with all the strength she can muster.
Tevyn turns, swiveling from his attack so that he can see if his distraction worked. He turns to see a blade plunging at his chest, now that he has turned. He immediately steps into Kalid, getting too close for her attack to work. He allows his sword to fall as he presses his body against hers, the air swishing behind him as her arms lower around him, pushing the sword down just behind him. He doesn't have time to think, such close quarters could prove deadly. The dagger in his sleeve comes into play, he drops to the ground and rolls, but lashes out at Kalid's achilles tenden as he passes her by. He ends up near the wolf, who is now fast asleep from the poison. He is of no harm to Tevyn now, and should not wake up for another hour or so, long after the fight.
Kalid watches helplessly as Tevyn Drops to the floor, she sees his dagger at her feet, quickly she jumps and tries to turn around, again though she is not quite quick enough and the blade slashes at her ankle she lands on her feet but quickly falls to her knees and drops her sword at her side. She turns and faces Tevyn and looks the half elf in the eyes, throwing him a sorrowful look she attempts to stand up, as she does she feels the excruciating pain in both of her shoulders and her ankle. Unable to pull herself into an upright stance she crawls over to Atlas and places a comforting hand on his grey head.



Tevyn versus Atropos

Tevyn takes in a deep breath and looks around, taking in the view. He looks to Atropos and his head drops into a solemn nod, signifying that he will begin. He eases his hands over the two grooved ivory handles of his long twin daggers. Sliding them silently from their leather sheaths on his back he gives them a spin, making a small show as his mind mentally plans out his attack. He stops the daggers, both with blades pointed hellward as he decides upon an attack. He begins to speak, a simply spell that takes hardly any effort or energy. In moments vines from the surrounding area, along with bushes and foliage begin to flood the space, closing in all around. Tevyn moves as soon as the forest does, using the commotion as a distraction he jumps up on to the edge of the fountain, careful not to splash any water. He takes a step and shoots his foot out into the water, sending a spray at Atropos' figure, yet another distraction as he leaps at her, daggers held with their long, elegant blades pointed at her chest.
Atropos watches the vines and shubbery grow around her, holding her own position. One vine wraps around the elf's leg, but not so tightly that a small kick sends it elsewhere. Just as she lifts her smokey eyes towards Tevyn, water splashes right in her face. Without thinking, she jumps but not soon enough as one of the blades catches her side, sending blood flying out and her crashing to the ground. The slightest silvery tinge can be seen in her eyes as she slowly stands, favoring her side where her opponent's blade caught her. A thick grey mist rolls in at her feet, nearing encasing her like a protective barrier. A simple smile crosses her lips as she prepares for her own attack. Darkened circles form around her eyes as her skin begins to grow very pale. Her arms stretch out in front of her as two reddened wings open up behind the ranger. Her father's protector once more comes to help her. The only thing her father really ever gave her, a soul of a phoenix. A loud cry comes from the woman as the phoenix takes over her every being once more. So long has it been since it's helped and such a new feeling now that she's bonded with Ansreath. From her outstretched arms, her hands form small fist, which begin to glow a bright blue. The blue turns into a smokey mist the begins to work it's way towards Tevyn. Atropos' mind reaches out to the follige around her and she sees it wrapping itself around her clanmate, holding him in the position he's in now. She opens her hands and lets out a blast of blue light, aiming directly at Tevyn's torso.
Tevyn throws his body over Atropos as she falls, releasing the dagger that dug through her flesh. He rolls and ends up laying on his back in the foliage. He slowly starts to stand as Atropos does her thing, whatever it is she is exactly doing. Tevyn shakes his head and focuses on Atropos before the vines begin to grab at him. With a frown he begins to lash out with his dagger, saddened at having to destroy that which he loves. He finally gives in and allows the vines to work up his legs, wanting to focus on Atropos. Seeing her blue energy soaring at him he slides his hand around his back and draws out his wooden shield. He braces for the strike but is unprepared for the blow. It shatters his shield and flings him back, tearing apart the vines that hold him. Slowly he rises, a groan escaping his lips. He digs a few splinters from his chest before sprinting at Atropos. A few moments before he nears her he turns and dives into the fountain. He remains under the water for many minutes, testing the strength of his lungs. Finally, in a sudden burst of movement all the water shoots from the fountain like a geyser, soaring upward before arching at Atropos and the great flaming bird. Tevyn stands, tired from the drain of energy the spell took, but adrenaline keeps him going. His leg snaps out and connects with the head of one of the statues, snapping it off with such a forceful kick, he sends the stone head flying directly at Atropos' stomach.
Atropos spins around right as the water is above her and with no time to move, the elf is sent flying to the ground. The phoenix seeminly has disappeared from sight as has Atropos. Once the water has washed completely away, a grey wolf stands where the woman once laid. Her silvery eyes focus on the stone head flying at it and easily leaps out of it's path. Focusing her attention on her foe, the wolf crouches low to the ground, slowly inching towards him. Her silvery eyes locked on Tevyn, as she stands to her full height on all fours and pounces him. Her massive front paws landing square in the middle of his chest, her back find their way to his mid-section, letting her claws hold her balance. The grey wolf sits on the man's stomach, bearing her pearly white teeth as she leans down towards his neck.
Tevyn doesn't have time to react as the wolf knocks him from the fountain, and there is nothing he can do in mid-air, so he awaits his opportunity. As soon as the wolf's claws dig into his chest he growls and brandishes his own set of pearly whites, angered at the wolf for knocking his noggin against the ground. As the wolf leans down to bite him he lunges upwards a little, enough to jostle the wolf and stop her from biting him as he leans his head inwards, his teeth trying to snap on the wolf's ear.
Atropos growls viciously as the man nips her ear and digs her claws deeper in his chest as she raises her head away from his neck. Raking her front claws down his chest and sits up slightly, feeling the need to take care of business. So, she does and pees right on the man's chest before jumping off his torso and landing above his head, snapping at his neck again.
Tevyn growls even more and swallows whatever it is that has gotten into his mouth from the wolf's ear. He simply stares, stunned, as the wolf takes a piss on his chest, probably infecting the claw wounds it just left. He turns his head only to look at the wolf as it snaps at him. Thinking quickly he pulls the only think he can reach from his inside pocket and shoves it in the oncoming wolf's mouth. Now distracted, Tevyn quickly rolls away from the wolf that now has a small, portable beer bottle in its mouth.



Xzar versus Tevyn

Xzar exhales, gaunt hues of crimson slide over silent forgotten tombs. Agile fingers curled about chalky wrists under ebony sleeves, soft velvet to the touch. A slight tilt of the head and all is revealed, the shadow like figure holds his arms straight out, thin poles of flesh armed at the ends with glistening blades. Each deathlike hand holds a dagger, the weapons out and beautiful, arcane and a deep raven in color, the tips rest between thumb and forefinger. A toothy grin is all that is shown, shimmering knives now force through the air aimed towards Tevyn. Footfalls pound upon the rock flooring, the unsheathing of a long katana fills the night air, this blade lithe silver. Leaping into the air, leathery wings spread, picking the robed man higher into the sky, a simple blink and all movement would be missed as the vampire drops, gleaming blade alit in the moon light, flickering soft hues as it slices the air nearing the neck of the ranger below, ringing with pain and glee as it craves the taste of flesh and bone, and singing as it falls.
Tevyn interlocks fingers, pressing outwards with both palms to crack his joints. He settles his gaze upon Xzar, a wicked grin pushing forward as he eyes what is to bring along tonight's entertainment. Upon seeing the daggers the dark mage loses all signs of a smile, his lips moving in silent speech, issuing forth words unheard. His palms lift and lay one over the other, the flats pointed outwards, perpendicular to the ground. The air before them ripples, blasts of unseen wind pushing forth, almost as if his silent words drive the very air away from him. The daggers are hit by a force equal to a brick wall, both ejecting off course and up into the night air. Returning his attention to the vampire, Tevyn casts his gaze upwards to see the man dropping down. He smirks as both daggers fly directly on course for the falling Xzar, I nice surprise for him, whether it be by Tevyn’s magic or unlucky chance. Tevyn once again is found thanking himself for choosing a ranger's body to inhabit, quickly bending his neck and upper torso to move out of the way, should the daggers not connect then he will be dealt only a blow to the lower back or leg.
Xzar expands his wings thus causing his descent to slow, The blade slightly scuffs the earth. A gush of wind flows through your hair, the winged figure soon drifts upon the currents of the silken breeze, an emotionless gaze upon the half-elf below. Waxen fingers play along the lengthy katana’s hilt, the keen tip points toward the ground. Ashen lips pressed together tightly, a frown creases the figure’s brow, soon a wicked smirk parts those silent lips and a hand withdraws from the sword it held moments before. Delicate patterns trace in the air, azure designs adhere to the night sky. Thumb and forefinger slide together, a gentle snap fills your auditory senses, flooding all other sound. Azure lights dart and hide behind the tombs, glowing beings dance among the graves. The vampire suddenly shrieks, black liquid flows from his back, one ebony spike glistens with blood, his own weapon turned upon him. As the scream echoes the azure lights rapidly soar toward the ranger and so does the robed assassin. Swooping down a horizontal slice tears the starry surroundings, aimed to tear a crimson gash in Tevyn’s stomach, a metallic shimmer follows the blade.
Tevyn twists his body, turning to look upon Xzar's form in the night sky. Instantly upon seeing the runes being drawn the dark being begins his own incantation, something to counter what is being created before his eyes. Slowly, shadows pull from the grave stones, their inky forms pulling into oblong shapes, darting about here and there, seeking out any and all of the azure lights. Content that they will at least keep them preoccupied, if not destroy them, Tevyn turns his focus back on Xzar, and more importantly, his sword. As the spell leaves his tender lips, Tevyn begins to draw in the open space before him. Finishing quickly, the shape of a sword outlines itself in the air, quickly solidifying. The sword hovers above the ground, waiting in a defensive position to fend off Xzar's own blade. The two collide, Tevyn's mind focused on his next spell, leaving the sword to work on its own. Now no longer having the will of its master to control it, Tevyn's blade gives slightly, allowing Xzar's sword to strike into Tevyn's leg, a deep searing gash. Tevyn drops to one knee, but not before his spell is completed. All around, the inky blobs of darkness lift up, a faint sign of the cerulean lights trapped within their hold. The orbs issue forth from all directions, exploding at the last second so that Xzar's own attack is hurled back at him, merely a few feet away, and moving fast.
Xzar screeches, abruptly flung backwards by the bursting spheres. Granite dust fills the air, a large wound soaks tattered robes that surround it. A hiss leaves the vampire’s lips, his façade wrathful and manifest with hatred. Crimson hues now appear as tiny slits, shadowed by sable lashes. Noting his katana lays a good distance away the figure begins shuffling about the numerous folds of the dark robes, pale fingers reveal a jeweled dagger, the edge gripped tightly, causing small incises upon the hand that wields it. Wearily finding footing the dark assassin rises, his stance unsure he releases the dagger, it flies toward Tevyn, fighting the night breeze to find a niche inside that half elven skin. The slim frame bustles toward the fallen katana, scooping it up the sprint continues, firm hands grip the handle and knuckle become blanched, more so than they were previously. The blade points directly at the ranger, and the vampire imagines the enemy upon the spit of the lengthy weapon, impaled and squirming. The blade draws ever near, perhaps so does the ranger’s doom?
Tevyn gently rubs a hand over his leg, caressing the wound lightly. He instantly gives his mind back over to the fight, knowing he can easily repair this body afterwards. He puts total though and control into his next spell, knowing it will require a good amount if not all of the energy he has left. His eyes slip closed, his voice falling to a murmur. The dagger whirling throw the air explodes, blasting outwards in a large display of light and darkness, the two forces intertwined. Flung out in all directions are thousands of tiny colored imps, running about wildly, growing rapidly after their recent creation. The fuzzy little things rush Xzar, several throwing themselves upon his blade, filling it up like a shish kabob so that even if it does impact Tevyn, he'll get nothing but a padded bump from it. The rest begin to claw at Xzar, their sharp teeth and nails trying to take bites from his robe, his flesh, anything they can get their hands on. Hundreds crowd around his feet, cling over his body, all packing around him in attempt to stop him in his tracks and do whatever they can to bring harm to the vampire.
Xzar’s eyes widen with sheer horror and curiosity, his brow slightly furled. Multiple colors flood his sight, flitting and bobbing with sheer hatred in their rainbow hues. Impaled upon his blade the little imps cry out in anger, countless others flood his body, shredding and tearing skin and robes.. it makes no difference.. to them the vampire and his clothing is one and the same. Dropping his sword the assassin is flooded with furry little monsters, shrieks only increase their frenzy, clawing at them does nothing but cause more pain as tiny teeth sink deep into the ashen flesh. Without a single notion or sound the devils disappear.. Only his imagination? The pain tells Xzar otherwise.



Tevyn versus Xzar

Tevyn eyes his opponent, his gaze hardly falling to the surrounding area. He needs not look for he knows it well, having already fought several duels here he is familiar with the terrain. He slowly puts distance between himself and Xzar, his eyes carefully running over every inch of his enemy, trying to decide the best way to go about attacking him, and defending from what may come. With a simple nod he signifys the start of the fight, and with not another glance he turns and vanishes out of the sole entrence to this enclosed set of walls. The silence begins to settle and curiousity's begin to arise. When at last you cannot help but think Tevyn fled this fight a noise fills the area. A single twang of a bow, the silence is broken with the quick snap. Tevyn smirks, hanging from a rope hastily tied to a tree limb directly above Xzar. Only now does his attack become visible, he must have climbed a tree outside the area and slowly made his way to the tree, overhanging the walls. He does not wait to see if his arrow succeeds on its journey through Xzar's shoulder and into his heart, he flashes a knife out of his sleeve and cuts the rope from which he dangles, precariously. Dropping to the ground not too far away from Xzar he takes a few graceful strides away, putting distance between them so that he may take up a defensive stance. Only after doing this does he lay his gaze once again upon Xzar."
Xzar eyes the area around him, his little red orbs dance around scanning the enclosed, faintly moonlit area. His ghastly pale lips meet, and a small slit on his mithril covered face appears where his mouth once was. He stares at the ranger before him, their eyes focus on each other, the half elf’s green eyes gaze into the vampire’s and a smirk parts Xzar’s lips. Abruptly the half elf turns and flees heading toward the only visible exit save for the one above. The assassin eyes the exit, thinking the ranger might attempt to re-enter in the shadows. As his red eyes study the opening the vampire does not hear Tevyn slide down from above and does not hear him hang there momentarily. Quickly Xzar’s eyes dart up as the twang of a bow string warns him of the lurking attack, his eyes watch the arrow sink into his flesh and his shimmering blood runs down his shoulder. Xzar recoils, his body racked with pain. Raising his arm up he sends a psi blast toward the enemy, sloppily aimed at Tevyn’s face.
Tevyn turns to face Xzar only to see a blast of powerful energy headed directly at him. With little time to react he spins on the ball of his heel and pushes off, trying to throw himself backwards off to the side of the blast. As he flies backwards through the air the beam comes within inches of his face, but he continues backwards and seemingly out of harms way. Only then does a shriek fill the air as Tevyn grasps at his face plate in a vain attempt to pull it off before it does him anymore harm. He tries not to focus on the small burns covering his face, the blast of energy having slightly heated the obsidian face plate long enough to give him something to remember the fight by. He looks to Xzar, the adrenaline pumping through him almost cloaking the pain for a moment. A smirk passes over his lips upon seeing his own arrow stuck in his enemy. Quickly from the side of his belt he pulls out a chakram type device, sharpened to the liken of a razor and most certainly deadly. He pulls his arm back and unleashes it with the snap of his wrist. The blade whirls through the air and passes right past Xzar, missing him by a hair. Tevyn growls and pulls his shortsword from the scabbard at his side and charges, wanting desperately to take down his enemy at any cost. Just before he reaches the vampire Tevyn drops to the ground and thrusts his sword upwards at Xzar's gut, making sure to stay low to the ground. Just then the whizzing of Tevyn's first weapon plays upon the wind, returning back towards the area it was thrown from, but this time Xzar is in the way.
Xzar leaps in the air as watches the short sword near his gut, thrusted straight up in the air. Without a moment to celebrate his landed psi attack he feels the blade cut into the flesh of his leg, not a deep wound but a painful one. The vampire winces as his body climbs into the air and a faint sound such as cricket whizzing past a traveller’s ear on a autumn evening nears his body. The flying blade punctures his skin and the assassin flares his feet in the air, pushing him off the façade of the side wall. Using that momentum the vampire pushes toward the other wall with a lunge and sinks the claws of his gauntlets in a tiny crack in the rock. Pushing off the wall he lunges toward the enemy, it seems his blood sprinkles the air, a dark spring shower that smells of death and decay. The blood encircles him as he nears the ranger, the claws prepare to strike, a deadly cat pouncing on a wounded prey. Pain racks the vampire’s body, the blood continues to poor, and his pale skin seems to grow grey. Xzar nears the floor and as he does so his springs forward, his claw outstretched hoping to cut out the half elf’s innards, hoping to cause Tevyn’s blood to fall to the floor, a pool of darkness, a pool gazing into the abyss. As his charge stops Xzar stands, his back to the ranger, his red eyes closed to tiny slits. A tear falls from the vampire’s eye.
Tevyn grips his sword tighter as he makes contact, the sword shaking desperately as it slides into flesh, trying to wrench free of Tevyn's hands, almost as if the sword has a life of its own. Tevyn tightens his grip even more as Xzar pulls his body free, the sword wrenching out with a squirt of blood. A wince flows from Tevyn's mouth as his face is sprayed with blood, the freshly acquired burns tingle with pain. He turns and watches the vampire’s swift movements, his eyes upon his enemy as he pushes off the wall in a wave of his own blood. Tevyn raises the sword, drawing it out parallel with the earth in an attempt to parry off the malicious attack from Xzar. Wanting to retrieve what is his he turns just as Xzar passes him, a single gloved hand tearing through Tevyn's flesh, talons ripping muscle and tissue free from his body until blood begins to flow. Tevyn grasps his chakram as Xzar goes by, pulling it from his body and carefully replacing it on his belt. He takes a moment to quickly throw cloth around his arm, not wanting the loss of blood to get to his head before the battle is done. Though wrought with pain Tevyn cannot help but smirk as his opponent turns his back to him, making an attack that much easier. Tevyn stands and draws forth from a pouch three metallic throwing stars. With his still good arm he hurls these at his enemy's back, a good diversion to give him cover as he slips into the shadows cast by the high walls. His bow comes into play again, always his favored weapon. Not knowing if the stars found their mark Tevyn lifts the bow and sends an arrow onward towards Xzar's form, aimed for what should be the vampires heart in some attempt to put him down here and now.
Xzar closes his eyes, pain shoots up from his leg, his shoulder aches and he wonders if he will ever use right arm again, his leg has a study flow of blood that his pooling under his boot. The assassin raises his left arm up and snaps the arrow’s shaft and holds it in his hands rolling it back and forth, finally letting it fall to the floor. Slightly opening his eyes again he looks over his shoulder, three shinning objects near him, they glitter softly in the night sky, his eyes follow them and he quickly steps to the side, two hit the rock wall, jingling as the fall, the third pierces the vampires skin, burying itself deep in his back which now shows black from multiple wounds. Xzar turns around to face Tevyn, his eyes peer up, silently awaiting death, and ending to all that is sorrowful. His sad eyes watch the arrow near, whistling through the air, nearing his left shoulder, it sinks into his flesh and Xzar drops to his knees, his gauntlets slide off his sweat soaked hands to the ground, he places them together and aims them, palms out toward the enemy, green psi shoot out of his palms, taking the form of a snake, it’s jaws outstretched, ready to devour it prey. The last of the psi leaves his palms and Xzar falls face first on the cold ground, his eyes stare into nothing.
Tevyn tosses aside his bow as he hears the familiar thud of his arrow finding its mark. No longer needing the weapon he searches quickly, looking for some cover before his enemy can take a shot at him. As the green snake lurches forward, pressing on towards the ranger, Tevyn looks down to see below him the pile of logs normally used for the fire. He lifts his leg and with one powerful thud he throws his leg downward into the mass of wood, the force of the blow shooting the rest of the logs upwards while at the same time his foot slips on the piece of wood it made contact with, twisting his ankle as he falls backwards. The snake collides with the wood in the air, exploding with a flash, sending splinters of wood in all directions. Tevyn hits the ground on his back, a soft thud escaping his lips. He slowly tries to stand, but cannot and so he simply lays there, a crimson pool forming around his shoulder. He tries to pick a few of the larger chunks of wood from his body, his face burning with heat from the previous burns. He slumps upward, unable to stand on his ankle. Leaning back against the wall he manages another nod, this one not so elegant as the first, to signify the end of the fight.



Tevyn versus Terces

Tevyn looks around him, his hand gently running over a few of the flowers. He fights the urge to lay down and sleep, pushing it into the back of his mind until it is almost non-existent. He draws out his longbow and gives the string a testing tug, checking to make sure everything is in order. Finding it to his satisfaction he nocks an arrow, but before he draws the string back he whispers into it, his lips barely moving as he whispers delicate words to the arrow, as if it were alive and could hear his nurturing words. A faint green mist surrounds the arrow, engulfing it. Tevyn pulls the string taut and with a twang sends the arrow forth towards Terces chest. As the arrow moves forward, hopefully distracting Terces, Tevyn drops down and disappears into the flowers, hidden from sight. The green aura surrounding the arrow pulsates as it flies closer until the arrow strikes an unseen force only a foot from Terces. Several long green tendril shoot out from the floating arrow head, spinning around Terces form, not touching him, but keeping their distance. As the other end connects with the arrowhead, forming a circle around Terces the tendrils tense and snap inward, threatening to sever him in half.
Terces stands tense, watching Tevyn’s every move. A gently breeze blowing through the field ruffles his hair, and gives a perfect atmosphere to the area. If he were under different conditions, he would be forced to lay down and take a nap. The half-elf readies his longbow and nocks an arrow, pulls the string and lets the arrow fly. With his keen eyes Terces sees a faint green aura about the arrow, but he does not have time to question it. Within an instant the arrow is upon him and Terces twitches, expecting a sharp pain in his chest. When it does not come, he looks down to see the arrow hovering before him, spewing forth several green strings that spin around Terces and connect on the other side back to the arrow. Knowing this is a very bad situation, Terces immediately drops to the ground with a thud, a mere instant before the strings snap together where the human just was. He quickly rolls to his side and jumps to his feet again, expecting to see his opponent upon him, ready to fight, but all he sees is an empty field. Terces suspects that Tevyn must be hiding in the dense flowers, as there is nowhere else to offer protection. Slowly he clenches his right hand into a ball and starts to chant something under his breath. In a few moments, the air about his hand has darkened and seems to pulsate with energy. When he reopens his hand, a small black ball is within it, no larger than a marble, but containing great energy. With a flick of his wrist, he tosses it before him, at the same time running back to a safe distance. As soon as the ball contacts the ground there is a brilliant flash of light, followed by a shockwave traveling at a high velocity along the ground flattening all in its path.
Tevyn grips on to an ivory grooved handle, listening for the sound of flesh being torn apart. Not hearing it he knows his attack failed and listens for Terces' movement. He creeps as close as his half-elven silent footsteps allow and waits. He catches a glimpse of something in the air, but his focus is concentrated on the sound of Terces moving away, quickly. He follows, knowing he too should fear whatever has his opponent running. He stops close behind Terces, knowing that he will have stopped at a place safe from the attack. A fights the urge to sleep, his adrenaline pushing it from his mind. Knowing he cannot sneak any closer through the foliage, he stands with a cry and charges Terces, two slender daggers already drawn silently from their soft leather sheaths. He swings one in a slashing motion aimed for his enemy's arm, the other he keeps poised in a defense stance, ready to defend from any oncoming blow.
Terces lowers his arm from his eyes, no longer needing it to shield from the explosion. He takes a step towards the area that was torn apart by the ball but spins around when he hears a yell from behind him. Startled by the sight of Tevyn racing towards him, daggers drawn and ready, Terces has little time to react. He throws his arm out in front of him to ward off the dagger slicing through the air, while at the same time drawing his own dagger from the sheath at his waist. Just as the first dagger comes into contact with his forearm, he makes a thrusting motion towards Tevyn’s chest with his own blade. With his injured arm, he pushes the first dagger to the side, momentarily disabling it from causing any further harm.
Tevyn tightens his grip as the dagger makes contact, the elegant single bladed weapon sliding easily across Terces' flesh. As it gets pushes he lets go, allowing the weapon to be thrown across the field. He smirks as Terces jabs at him, his other dagger ready and waiting. He swings it inward, trying to collide with the oncoming dagger. The two meet, but Tevyn simply pushes it off course, the blade slams into his shoulder, and for a moment nothing happens and then blood erupts from the wound, sliding down Tevyn's shoulder. He staggers and takes a step back, grasping his fingers around the hilt he pulls the dagger free from his body and tosses it aside. With haste he throws some cloth around the wound, torn from his cloak, his eyes always on Terces. He slides the dagger he still holds into its sheath and leans down to pick a rose. He begins to utter words, utter nonsense that you cannot even keep up with as you try to piece them together. Soon the flowers around Terces begin to multiply, surrounding him until he cannot walk without crushing petals beneath his foot. As the words continue the spell grows, the rose in Tevyn's hand glowing red. He tosses it towards Terces, a final touch to the great multitude of flowers, each own emphasizing the sleeping spell around Terces until it must be unbearable.
Terces hastily rips a piece of cloth from his crimson robes and quickly ties it about his arm in an effort to stop the blood from escaping. Once he is through with this task he eyes Tevyn, wondering what all the mindless chatter is about. Slowly, the flowers surrounding Terces grow thicker and thicker, blanketing the ground and sending a sickly-sweet aroma up around the ranger. Terces starts to become nauseous with the smell, and all he can think about is lying down and going to sleep. He starts to sway, hardly able to stand under his body’s newfound immense weight. His eyelids start to close shut, and Terces wonders through the fog of his sleepy mind what has caused him to suddenly become so tired. Then he remembers the fight, his opponent, the mindless chatter, and Terces snaps awake. The aroma is still there, the flowers still growing, but Terces is able to resist the spell. He quicky dashes away from the spot where the overpowering aroma is concentrated and his mind clears slightly more, once again bringing the human back into the fight. With a smirk he looks to Tevyn, “Sorry, was a little tired.” He then reaches to his back, where he finds another dagger secured to the outside of his pack. He pulls it free and once again starts to chant under his breath. A bright blue aura appears about the cryomancer’s short blade, causing small icicles appear along it from the condensing water in the air. Very slowly, Terces brings the blade before him, holding it straight in front of his chest. He tenses his arms, concentrating his last bit of energy into the blade. When he releases the blade, it stays where it was and slowly starts spinning. As it picks up speed small shards of ice, followed by larger razor sharp shards fling outwards from it in all directions. The field of shards flies towards Tevyn, threatening to shred him into only shards himself.
Tevyn watches with a pleased smile on his lips as Terces starts to sway, thinking perhaps the duel may come to an end now. As soon as Terces moves, he knows that it is not so and takes a defensive stance, waiting for an attack that will surely come. As Tevyn realizes what type of an attack is to come he tries to think of anything that may help him, he racks his brain for anything that may be of use. He nods once to himself, deciding upon what he must do. A frown graces his lips, his mind seemingly focused on one spell that may help. He chuckles to himself at the spell that was meant to be a joke, but quickly starts to recite it as the blade begins to spin. In complete concentration Tevyn could not move to protect himself if he wanted to. The shards of ice fly at him as clouds fill the air, coming from no where at all until the sky is full of them, darkening out the sun. As fast as rain can come on these clouds unleash their furry, though they do not contain rain. Pumpkin sized drops of a gooey substance rain down, the thick downpour of them crashes into the oncoming ice, smashing most of the pieces. A few chunks however make it through the storm and collide with Tevyn, now shattered into tiny shards they slice into him harmlessly, leaving nothing more than a bad cut. The clouds disperse as quickly as they came, leaving only the large raindrops of troll snot throughout the field. Tevyn wipes some from his shoulder as he mumbles, thinking he should have just let the ice hit him rather than using the Snot of The Gods joke spell taught to him as a child.



Qengho versus Tevyn

Qengho stands and turns walking away from Tevyn. He reaches the other side of the bridge and turns to face his opponent. " In the Time before , I was honored to train many. Now I would be a Spell Blade I suppose , then I was a warrior who had : gifts : . I take from my pocket the Vortex stone." Qengho looks deeply into the stone itself and the Crimson hue deepens as the blood of its victims begins to power the stone itself. Smiling he chants almost silently feeling the sway of the bridge. The wind begins to swirls as an opening forms behind Tevyn and Qengho, drawing his blade , steps forward dissappearing from tevyns sight . Only to walk forth from the vortex swinging his sword in a long arc aiming for tevyns now exposed left flank , as he does so the vortex collapses though the stone Qengho carries burns brightly with a crimson glow calling for more blood ...
Tevyn draws his sword, its presence made known by the loud shring that fills the air as it is removed from its scabbard. He curses silently as Qengho disappears, hating when magic gets involved. He closes his eyes and awaits the inevitable attack. Upon hearing the swing of the sword Tevyn turns and raises his own, perrying off the attack with anger now smoldering in his eyes. He pushes off of Qengho's blade and backs up. He sheaths his blade quickly and draws out his longbow. In mere moments it is drawn back, arrow in place. When his fingers release the string the arrow starts off on a quick journey towards Qengho's hand, intent upon knocking the stone from his grasp.
Qengho watches as his blade seeks its mark.Feels the metal meet metal and his sword being thrust aside.Still holding the Vortex Stone he sheathes his sword as his ears pick up the tell tale sound of a bow being drawn. Reaching down the Bloodlust dagger is drawn and swings up to meet the arrow , cutting the shaft in two. The arrow head reaching its mark, drawing blood from Qenghos hand which seeps into the Stone itself. Left eye Glowing, The Stone starts to pulse in time with the flow of chlyde blood as it begins to course through Qenghos body. Chanting soon becomes a loud scream and the River below becomes a raging torrent. The Stone still gripped tightly in his bleeding hand motions for the river to make itself felt and a huge wave of Blood red water reaches towards tevyn threatening to burn his very skin. Qengho takes the opportunity his distractoion causes to thrust forward his dagger towards Tevyns heart
Tevyn watches as the river is summoned up to meet him, then as Qengho tries to close the distance between them so that he may stab him. Tevyn lifts his bow, his other hand already having retrieved an arrow and set it in place. He pulls the string tuant and releases, sending the arrow into the rope holding the bridge up. With the speed of a half elf he nocks another arrow and snaps the other rope. Dropping to the ground he holds on to a plank as the bridge swings to one side, pulling him out of the path of the deadly wave. He looks around, his body now pressed to the side of the ravine, hoping that Qengho did not have time to react and has plunged into the river.
Qengho watches with glee as the wave surges forward only to watch Tevyn snap the ropes holding the bridge. As the bridge begins to collapse he surges forward not for tevyn but Kalid and Iferit , using his warrior strength to toss them onto the side before allowing himself to fall into the burning river. Chanting is heard and he plunges into the river itself, riding the next wave as it brings him closer and closer to tevyn , now hanging against the ravine. " Tevyn , a most interesting move " .. Qengho lets his dagger fly not towards Tevyn but in the direction of the rivers edge. As the wave hits its peak he grabs tevyn and tosses him to safety on the rivers edge , diving for that same safety , turning watching the dagger he threw heading directly at tevyn
Tevyn watches helplessly as he is thrown into the path of the dagger. Not having any control of himself besides the ability to twist in mid-air he sucks his legs up to his chest and forms the tiniest ball he can manage. As the dagger sinks into flesh a moan can be heard from Tevyn, he lands sprawled out in the grass of the bank. He stands slowly and with a wince draws the dagger out of his flesh, quickly he wraps some cloth torn from his cloak around the wound on his arm. He sends a glare at Qengho before whistling and throwing the dagger up into the sky. He draws his sword once again and dashes at Qengho. Just before he reaches him he dives to the ground and rolls, hoping that this sudden move will trip Qengho up. Just then a screech sounds on the air, Kodren, having heard the whistle and command of his master, caught the dagger and now had dropped it over Qengho before turning and taking off over the forest. Should Qengho have been tripped by Tevyn, the dagger could do much damage.
Qengho rolls onto the riverbank as tevyn does the same.ooking to see if kalid and iferit are safe he sees that it is so and looks once more upon his dagger as it enters a curled up tevyn. A whistle and the gleem of his own dagger , followed by the swift flash of a bird draw his attention for a moment. Qengho looks to see and feel tevyns legs as they take out his own. Falling forward , tangled in Tevyns legs still he sees from his eye the swift bird drop the bloodlust dagger upon him. He twists his own torso as fast as he can , only to feel the biting blade as it finds his flesh also. He smiles and winces , drawing the blade , sliding it across the Vortex Stone which hungrily takes both tevyns and qenghos blood before the glow stops. Qengho sheathes the dagger and places the Stone in his safe place . Getting up he makes his way to tevyn " excellent Tevyn , well done . Now best we get these wounds tended to " and begins to make his way off the remains of the bridge . " we must get this re-built as soon as we are able to do so "



Kalid versus Tevyn

Kalid stands about ten metres away from Tevyn looking straight at him, her eyes roll to the back of her head and she stumbles slightly, As she raises her head, you notice her once loving blue eyes are a crimson red, teaming with flames lighting up the area around her forcing the darkness to run in fear of her. As she looks at him/her grim smile comes to her lips and she continues to stare at the half elf as she draws her sword the smooth, metal blade sweeps gracefully from the scabbard with a slight chink as it hits the side. Kalid smirks and puts it out in front of her, her gaze moves from Tevyn to the inky black sky, she starts to hum an eerie, ancient elvish tune, a song of wings; rising up against all the evil that will eventually consume the world. Her sword shines orange as she traces a pattern in the air; flames appearing as the tip moves swiftly and purposefully through the air. The picture rapidly takes the form of a bird. Once it is complete she sighs and stumbles somewhat, as she does the flames twitch slightly and suddenly the picture of the bird bursts into life, a huge hawk of flames dancing in the night, the flames crackle and spit loose sparks onto the grass, burning it and leaving patches of black amongst the green. She lets her sword fall to her side, and points the her other hand to Tevyn and mumbles something directing her speech at the bird, as she does the bird flies into the air and swoops back at him beak first, hurtling in the direction of his chest.
Tevyn stands knee deep in the stream, only a little way out in the water, the odor seemingly not affecting him. He looks to Kalid and awaits her attack, a look of concentration in his eyes. As soon as he sees the bird he winces, remembering the burns he suffered to his face not too long ago. He points his hands palm downward and begins to spit out a flowing phrase of words, harsh and quick like the type of spell he is trying to conjure up. Just as the phoenix type bird comes in for the attack a blast of air issues forth from Tevyn's palms, blasting into the stream with such ferocity that the water is thrown into the sky like a geyser. Tevyn closes his eyes as he is hit by powdery ash, all that is left of the once great bird. He takes a breath and concentrates again, somewhat drained from using magic. He grasps hold of the two long daggers that he has finally retrieved, the grooved ivory handles crafted for his hands only. He pulls them forth and charges at Kalid, naught a sound coming from him as he charges his apprentice. He swings one low, intending to block the sword should she try to raise it while the other dagger jabs forward, a well placed aim attended to pierce her stomach.
Kalid watches her creation disintegrate, powerless to stop it. She raises her blonde head to look up at Tevyn eyes sparkling she grins at her master, just in time to see him charge at her, the jumps swiftly to her left avoiding the higher blade, misjudging him slightly the lower one slices at her side, her black dress ripped, revealing pale elven skin for a split second, before the blade reaches her flesh and crimson seeps out of her side, one hand immediately clutches it and she screams, her delicate voice turned sour as she shrieks in pain, snarling she quickly she spins round, drawing her blade with both hands as she does so. The song she was singing continues, her voice harsher now, no longer a pleasant tune, but a harsh war cry. Now, the bird is gone, the power must find another way of escaping. Immediately the floor around Tevyn and Kalid bursts into flame angry and spitting it closes in, leaving Tevyn no escape to the stream. Kalid raises her blade and shimmering in the misty moonlight, moving decisively through the air, she lunges at Tevyn.
Tevyn tightens his grip around the ivory handle of his elegant blade, the long dagger vibrating for a moment as it digs through tender flesh, exposing blood to the sunlight for the first time since it’s creation. Proving true, the razor sharp single sided blade pulls free like a knife from butter, the silver blade now tainted crimson, dripping with elven blood. Tevyn takes a moment to glance around as he finds himself contained in a ring of fire. At first fear grips him, closed spaces never being his favored fighting style. He regains his composure as he sees Kalid attack him, her blade looming ever closer. He lifts the two daggers, crossing them so as to catch the sword as it comes down at him. Unprepared for the amount of strength Kalid put into the swing the sword pushes back, the flats of the dagger blades push against his skin, the sword driving into his chest. He grunts he thrusts his arms forward, overpowering the female elf as he pushes the sword away from him. He spins the daggers in his hands, the blades facing downward now, positioned for easy slashing. He side steps as he lunges forward, drawing the dagger near her side as he passes her. He lunges across the ring of fire, passing through it he lands immediately in the stream, a splash the only thing telling you this as the wall of fire builds around Kalid.
Kalid falls back as Tevyn pushes her, her black dress brushing the flames and singing the leather as she falls, she smells the burning leather first the foul smell filling her nostrils, then, a split second later she feels the searing heat burn her back, quickly she jumps forward, just in time to see Tevyn slash at her side, she attempts a complicated twist to try and move her slender body out of the reach of his blade, but, despite her best efforts he still manages to hit her. Once again slicing open her pure elven skin, again; crimson begins to pour out of her side. Angered by her pain she grips her sword hilt tighter until her knuckles turn white. She looks around for Tevyn, seeing he has jumped out of the flames she follows him. She surveys the area looking for him, her gaze reaches the stream and she sees him standing there, blades covered in patches of her own blood. She reaches down and her hands meet her sides, feeling the deep gashes in her skin she loosens her grip on her own blade, then pulls her whole arm back over her head, then with all the strength she can muster she hurls her sword at the Half elf standing in the stream.
Tevyn stands in the water, head downcast, with his arms crossed across his chest. The two points of his dagger point hellward as he awaits Kalid, that is if she escaped the ring of fire. He does not lift his head as he hears her jump free of the flames, the fire licking the sky. He looks up and only now can it be seen that a smile parts his lips. His daggers slide back into their sheaths, Tevyn decides on using another weapon to finish this. Before he can think over the matter Kalid's sword is soaring at him, a foolish move for now she has lost her weapon should he attack again. He balls his fists and turns to his side, swinging his fists at the sword as it comes near him. He does not cry out as his fists slam into the blade, having no control on where his fists would strike the spinning sword. He opens his hands, the sides of both now ravaged with cuts. He growls lightly and looks back to Kalid, knowing he can heal himself only once this is finished. He picks up her sword and speaks into it, judging that it would be best to use this vessel, knowing it can harness power as previously shown in the fight. He points it at Kalid as a green aura swirlds about the blade, almost a mist surrounding it. Green foilage bursts from the mist, shooting directly at Kalid. It stops a foot from her chest, and only now can the large quantity of vines, twisted round and round eachother. The ends sprout out, like fingers on an open hand. The ends snap downward after a moment's hesitation, aiming to strike Kalid all over, the sharp ends travelling fast enough to pierce through her body.
Kalid watches helplessly from the other side of the stream as Tevyn picks up her blade and points it at her, cursing as she realises she has made a terrible mistake. With no defence she watches the vines fly at her, no way she can get out of them hitting her, she tries to move to the left, but two vines find their target, one goes through her shoulder, dangerously close to her pale neck, the other hits her lower arm, shattering all the bones in it. The impact sends her flying backwards until she hits a tree, moaning in agony she slides down it and lands in a heap on the floor; a mess of blood and rags, with one last glance up at Tevyn her eyes jump from the deep red, back to the vivid blue, but as they do they become glazed and she faints and falls deep into unconsciousness.


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