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Crevan versus Xaandria
Crevan looks around the small shop and nods to Xaandria, taking a battle stance even before the gesture has been finished.
Ready for a good fight, he starts things off by motioning to Patrick and circling around the female vampire. Unconcerned with
whether anything gets broken or ruined, the druid tosses his staff to the doppleganger who has now finished his snack and
removes a second staff from his belt. Waving a pallid hand along the blade, he grins and brushes back a lock of his ebon coloured
hair as the weapon is engulfed in green flames up to the hilt, which, unbeknownst to any but him, will freeze anything it
touches instantly. Keeping one eye on his intended target and the other on his duplicate, the vampire backs up slowly as his
ally does the same. With nothing more but a slight nod of his head in the direction of Patrick, Crevan charges forward, and
at the last moment, slides his body along the smooth floor, aiming the fiery weapon at the spellblade's legs with the intent
of immobilizing her quickly.
Xaandria returns Crevan’s nod. Her eyes quickly dart towards Patrick then back to her opponent. On her side, a newly
bought sword is precisely placed, ready for action. Without much thought in it, the woman grabs her new toy and pulls it from
the sheath just as Crevan slides towards her. Not realizing until the very last moment the spell he’s cast, Xaan takes
a step back. The dragon however, takes two long strides to reach his mistress’ side. Instead of the green flames hitting
the vampiress, the come in contact with her beloved beast and stops him dead in his tracks. Xaan narrows her eyes at Crevan,
paying little attention to the doppleganger at the moment, and lets out an ear-piercing scream as she leaps on her pet’s
back. The guard in the shop draws his own blade, keeping a close eye on the woman and her pet. The ex-captain pulls the weapon
over her right shoulder. White flames engulf the blade, lighting up the entire room. She takes one small step and it seems
she would fall from her companion’s back but she flips over, landing directly in front of Crevan. By now, the guard
is mumbling something about people having no respect towards others and begins to make his way towards the center of the shop.
The druid takes Xaan’s attention though and in one fluid motion, she pulls the blade back over her shoulder in a swiping
motion across his chest. The force of the swing causes her to spin around, lowering the blade enough to knock the flames from
around the dragon’s legs and freeing him.
Crevan is surprised by the dragon that blocks his attack, freezing it instead of the one he intended. Standing up and leaping
onto one of the glass cases, he ignores the feeling of his legs being cut by the shards of broken glass and the blood that
begins seeping into his boots. More concerned with keeping the metallic footwear stainless, he grudgingly removes them and
sits the boots in a safe place before turning back to face Xaandria only to find she has moved closer to him and that the
room is filled with a brilliant light that emanates from the females weapon. Diving backwards behind the counter he was standing
on, he manages to avoid the fatal slash but is unable to prevent the gash created as the blade connects with his leg. Keeping
his focus amidst the slow loss of blood, Crevan happens to notice the guard entering the building with his weapon drawn. Tensing
his body up, he springs to life quickly and leaps over the counter, diving for the guard and sending both men crashing through
the window of the store. Looking down at the unconscious guard, the druid takes the sword that he's still holding and swings
it a few times before nodding. Scooping up a couple handfuls of glass, he jumps back through the window and begins tossing
the jagged shards at Xaandria, knowing that will only serve as a diversion to distract her while he charges forward with the
blade aimed at her chest, backed up by Patrick who has snuck up behind her and swung his staff at the back of her head.
Xaandria turns away from the massive beast just as Crevan and the guard fly though the window. The dragon also turns but
instead of watching Xaan’s opponent, he nudges her gently. The vampiress drops the sword to her side, closing her eyes
for a moment as the light subsides within the building. Her attention is quickly taken when she hears the druid leaping through
the broken window. As she turns, glass hits her chest and face. A low growl can be heard from her and the dragon as blood
seeps from multiple small wounds but she has little time to worry about that as Crevan charges her. The woman begins to push
off the ground but is knocked off balance by the blow from Patrick’s staff, sending her forward to the floor just as
Crevan’s blade swings above her head. Xaan slowly regains herself and stands, eyeing the druid for a moment. Tightly
gripping the hilt of her unstained blade, her mind goes back to her training with Vyrick. Even her eyes change with these
thoughts. Just like it’s second nature to her, the spell-blade leaps up once more, readying her weapon. This time she
lands back on the dragon, giving her a bit of distance between her and the attackers. The blade comes to a rest in front of
her, blade pointing down where Crevan and Patrick now stand. Dark tendrils of a thick smoke emit from the weapon, circling
around the duo. Xaan smirks as the smoke closes in on them knowing it will eventually crush them both.
Crevan sees that the broken glass did what it was supposed to and smirks as he catches the scent of fresh blood being spilled
from wounds inflicted on the woman he's fighting. Missing his target but not caring, the druid turns his full attention to
her, making sure the the spellblades moves are watched in the event she does something. Grinning as Xaandria lands on the
back of her dragon, both the vampire and his companion, who is now ridding himself of the clothes he doesn't want damaged,
rise into the air and circle around the target Suddenly aware of a dark mist filling the room, Crevan looks towards the saurian
creature and sees that the vampriss has conjured thick smoke that's enveloping both him and Patrick. Coughing as he inhales
some of the smoke, he falls to the floor, crashing into another case and sending jewels flying in every direction. Attempting
to get away from the dark cloud before it crushes him, the druid makes his way outside and looks down, noticing for the first
time, the burns that were inflicted as a result of contact. Moments later, Patrick limps out, looking much worse and limps
to his side. Giving the doppleganger a solemn nod, Crevan watches as the beast reverts to its natural form to undo the damage
done by the last attack. As the ebon wings burst forth from his back, Patrick lets out an ear piercing shriek, causing the
remainder of the glass to shatter as a result. Preparing for the final attack, the duo move in unison chanting a spell that
gradually gets louder as both fighters hands begin glowing. Holding up a ball of energy that glows silver while Patrick does
the same, his being a black color that matches his outstretched wings, both projectiles are sent into the store, quickly multiplying
as the chanting continues on and leaving only the counters as a protective hiding place.
Xaandria tilts her head curiously as the duo retreats back outside. The woman kneels down, laying a small hand upon the
beast’s neck, a small smile forming in the corners of her lips as he raises his head. The smile soon fades as she spots
yet another attack coming her way. The woman casts her sword to the side as the energy balls near her. She stands slowly,
watching as the attack unfolds. Multiple balls now form within the stores walls. Xaan stands her ground, upon her beloved
pet’s back. Out of nowhere, a small duck appears from behind the dragon and waddles around the shop like nothing is
going on. Xaan’s attention is diverted to the small fowl for only a moment but is soon returned to the attack when she
is struck in the side with one. A second, black in color, screams towards her head and without thinking, the woman slides
down the beast’s side to the floor. She lands with a small thud, staring at Crevan and Patrick for a moment. The duck
takes flight, eating every ball it can catch up with. All the ex-captain can do is shake her head and draw her weapon once
more. The dragon watches the duck for a moment then decides it may be best if he leaves the building as well. Xaandria charges
quickly towards Crevan, carrying the blade low. Once she reaches the druid, she flicks her wrist gently. This action causes
the blade to come up towards the man’s face. What happens next would seem quick impossible to most, but then they would
have to know about the duck to begin with. The fowl stops dead in his tracks on one of the display cases and begins to twitch.
Feather fly off his small body all about the room. The spell-blade spins around, eyeing the creature for only a moment then
retreats out of the shop after the dragon. A strong stench is soon noticeable in MacDuncan’s store. The duck explodes
from all the energy balls he ate, sending more electricity throughout the shop. All the precious jewels are scattered onto
the street and Xaan is shoved forward by the blast. When she turns back to look, the duck casually waddles out of the burning
building towards her and the dragon.
Crevan stands outside the smoke filled building waiting to see who or what escapes the blasts that rip through the store.
Not having to wait long, he catches sight of Xaandria nearing the broken window of the store only to stop and toss something
towards him. Using his wrist to deflect the blade, wincing at the pain of the fresh wound that is inflicted on him. Suddenly
diverted by the sight of a duck wandering through the store, he watches it curiously and is forced further back by the overpowering
odor that emanates from the fowl. Blinking at the creature just before it explodes, he is too slow to dodge the resulting
explosion of energy and is struck, sending him flying into the wall of a nearby shop from the force of the blast. Keeping
himself upright, he examines the fresh burns and busies himself on treating them now that the fight has ended.
Xaandria sits up, shaking her head as the duck makes it's way towards her. The woman lifts the feathered creature into
her bloodied arms. She glances at Crevan over her shoulder, "I don't think your energy balls settled too well with him." All
that can be heard is a happy quack from the critter as the massive dragon lifts Xaan onto his back.
Crevan said to Xaandria, "i never thought a duck could be so useful."
Xaandria said to Crevan, "Neither did I but I'm glad he follows me around now."
Crevan concentrates on surrounding himself with a blue light to treat the gashes on his arm and leg and the burns covering
his body. Relaxing as the pain lessens and fades, he nods to her and vanishes to the tavern, uncaring of the guard or the
smoke filled shop.
Shogo versus Xaandria
Shogo allows a confident smirk to ease along his pale countenance, azure orbs taking in the armor-clad vampire that stands
no less than about eight feet in front of him. The nauseating aroma of the smoldering landscape fills his nostrils as the
vampire raises his right hand and tucks his untamed, ebon tendrils behind his ears, so not to cause him a fatal error later.
A moment later, slender, calloused digits of both of his hands wrap firmly about the oaken base of his scythe, hoisting it
before his body with a slow motion. Plumes of dust and ash fusion abruptly begin to form in his wake, as Shogo breaks into
a full, frenzied dash at Xaandria. Quickly closing the rather small gap between the opponent and himself, he feints to the
right a single time as he nears the fellow vampire, before ascending in a small leap, the serrated edge of the wickedly curved
weapon hissing as it seeks out his opponent’s right shoulder…
Xaandria watches her opponent with lust-filled eyes. Lust for more bloodshed. The royal captain waits until the vampiric
spell blade brings his weapon for her shoulder and quickly draws her own weapon. The poison edged scimitar meets with the
scythe in a brilliant flash and the captain moves closer to Shogo. Within an inch of his face, she smiles wickedly, "Come
now, surely you can do better than that." The vampiress twist her wrist, causing the her weapon to push upwards against the
spell blade's while pushing her feet off the ground, throwing her body into a backflip. As she lands in front of the dragon,
she kneels looking as though she resigns from the duel. In the blink of an eye, the vampiric captain leaps before Shogo, bringing
her weapon up across his chest then down his back as she lands behind him. The poison from the blade will surely render him
helpless if it should make contact.
Shogo grows in frustration as a shower of sparks is emitted from the collision of the two weapons, scowling as the vampire
taunts him, causing his adrenaline to rise in a bellergent manner. Shogo willingly allows his opponent to separate the two
weapons, pleased to have some meager distance between them once again, observing as she performs a fluid, acrobatic movement
to do this. The vampiric spell blade lofts a brow as Xaandria kneels, obviously intent on reading her next movement, as surely
the ambitious royal captain is not bowing out just yet. Moving his scythe to the front of his slender form once again, Shogo
smirks contendtly, as if he anticipated the vampire’s sudden dash. The initial slice is met by the steel of his weapon,
causing a brief screech to ring out as it bears the brunt of the blow. The momentum of the scimitar however was too great,
as the blade slides off the weapon and moments later, the spell blade feels a faint, but noticeable, laceration forming against
his upper back. Wincing in temporary pain, the vampire turns on his heel to face Xaandria. Although the incision made by the
blade was small, the vampire begins to feel the effects of the poison wracking his body, causing his footing to sway in an
almost drunken manner. Shaking his head as if to shrug it off, Shogo shifts the grip on his scythe and sends the blunt end
of the blade barreling for his opponents ribs, in hopes of dealing a crippling blow…
Xaandria cackles loudly as the blade makes its mark on her foe. She knows the poison will take its time in working the
delicate magic of causing the vampire to fall. Within the mist of her thoughts, she catches sight of the scythe coming towards
her yet again. This time, it's too late to dodge it completely. Feeling the impact of the weapon on her side, she flips over
to the right, bringing her scimitar up before the spell blade has another chance at striking her. The royal captain peers
up at her opponent with a wide smile plastered across her blood-stained lips. Reaching behind her, she grabs the a small crossbow.
Electric currents can be seen flowing through the bolts which are loaded. She launches three bolts towards Shogo's chest while
sweeping his ankles with her blade before moving herself a few feet away from the spell blade.
Shogo ’s body continues to feel the effects of the poison, a neauous feeling welling up within the confines of his stomach
as the small, but ample amount of poison courses through his body. Crimson parts from the fresh incision on his upper back,
descending down the length of his back before dripping upon the ground as the vampire takes a few slow, cautious steps to
gain ground from his opponent. His head dipped low, Shogo does not have time to consider evading the bolts, two of which become
etched in either shoulder, causing blood to pour from the fresh wounds, as well as violent vibrations that wrack his body
from the electric attributes of the bolts. Being that the vampire’s gaze is slanted downwards, he barely has enough
time to notice the blade singing towards his ankles. With a quick motion, Shogo allows the scythe to fall from his grasp,
where, by chance, the blade shields his ankles from the crudely bladed weapon. The spell blade staggers a few steps backwards,
his head snapping up to face his opponent, a sinister smirk adoring his features despite his condition. Heaving forward, a
fusion of bodily fluids erupts from his throat and onto the ground before him as the poison continues to weave a path through
his body. Glancing down at the collection of blood and other fluids that cover the ground from his wounds, Shogo waves a single
hand in front of him, seemingly casting something over them. Suddenly, the blood from his wounds and the regurgitation begin
to coalesce in a large, stagnant pool before him, and take on a blackish hue, surely no longer what they once were. Thrusting
his hand forward with a decisive motion, the growth of fluidic matter begins to glide towards his opponent, and all in its
wake seems to have decayed. Surely it plans to engulf Xaandria as well...
Xaandria watches almost helplessly as her scimitar falls to the ground from the impact with the vampire's scythe. A crude
smile forms across her lips while she watches the poison continue with it's efforts on stopping him completely. The captain
pats a small sack attached to her side which contains the only remedy for what now ails Shogo. Just as she thinks the spell
blade is finished, he hurls in front of her. As sickening as it seems, the vampiric captain stands firm. Her eyes widen slightly
as it begins to move in her direction, destroying the very ground it covers. Using her muscle-toned legs to leap backwards
again, she continues to flip backwards until she reaches the small river of blood. Stepping into the red fluid, another laugh
comes from the captain. Using the dark magic granted to her by the King himself, she slowly rises her arms before her. Almost
instantly, the blood begins to boil. Bubbles popping all around her feet and the smell alone is enough to make anyone near
her sick. As the black glob makes its way closer to her, she unleashes a battle cry that cracks all the remaining windows
in the burning buildings. The dragon which now stands behind Shogo lifts his head, joining in the fearful scream. The blood
raises around the woman, forming what seems to be a barrier just as the mass reaches her. All grows silent when the two globs
meet, both eating away at one another. When all is said and done, the vampiric captain stands where the river now continues
on it's normal path. Her left foot steps out of the liquid, landing right on a small portion of the blackish glob. It begins
to eat away at her boot and foot. The dragon, seeing it's master in trouble, takes control of the situation and turns towards
the spell blade. He inhales, filling his mighty lungs with the smoke-filled air and quickly releases it. Flames errupt from
the dragon's snort making their way towards Shogo. Xaandria sees what is now going on before bringing her crossbow up once
more, letting three more bolts fly towards her opponent's mid-section and legs.
Shogo doesn’t waste time as the mass glides for his opponent, moving his left hand to his shoulder and tearing the bolt
free, causing a bit more blood to spurt from the freshly made wound, doing likewise to the bolt embedded in his other shoulder.
Grunting, the vampire stands, despite the effects of the poison continuing within his body, trying to regain composure. Briefly,
he casts a glance to his scythe which lays dormant on the ground, heaving a relieved sigh as it was not caught in the decaying
swath of the matter which by now, is draping over Xaandria. A confident smirk forms upon his visage as he watches the matter
go to work on his opponent, as he was not attentive enough to notice the barrier of blood that formed around her beforehand.
The vampire’s expression suddenly turns grim, noticing that his magicks were nullified by Xaandria’s in the struggle.
Shogo barely has time to notice the column of flames ascending towards him, weakly leaping on both of his sandaled feet as
the hellish column just misses him. The vampire lands with a dull thud seconds later, barely able to feel the heat the flames
are emitting just a few feet away from him. Thrusting his palms to the ground, the vampire slowly begins to rise, but taking
heed of the bolts tearing through the now heated, fuming air, he simply allows himself to drop, the bolts just missing the
edge of his scalp. There, the spell blade lies idly, barely able to tilt his head up in a disdainful glance towards Xaandria.
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