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by **Himros** on Mon Dec 24, 2007 6:14 pm

It was only then that her realized he was blleding from the arm, the roll had been a desperate attack indeed, Spinning saryk used the mopmentum to carry him forward in a vicous thrust, hard to dodge, but not impossible.

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by **Cutler IX** on Mon Dec 24, 2007 6:40 pm

Zenalith stumbled slightly, his hand against his chest. He removed it, blood covered his palm. Just when it seemed he wasn't going to fight back he lunged forward, his whole body in the air. He dove about 5 feet toward Sayrk giving him a blow to his chest again this time bigger than the others, about a foot long. His njuries forbid him to land correctly and he landed on one foot but then tumbled to the ground, quickly he tried to pull himself to his feet again but his injured leg forbid him. It his pants leg was almost completely soaked, with he hands and pulled himself back up against a wall and pulled himself up leaning against it for support.

by **Jakob Gray** on Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:23 am

((Himros when you go to take Larien into the abyssal realm, Jakob, now in demonite form, will fly out of the portal and kick Saryk's ass.

))

by **Cutler IX** on Sat Dec 29, 2007 6:02 pm

OOC: Better hurry up Jakob, Sayrk is about to kick Zenalith's ass lol

by **Himros** on Fri Jan 04, 2008 2:40 pm

Zenalith now one one knee had surprised saryk, but he recovered quickly turned and kicked zenalith, knicking him to the ground, tunring he set off after larien, who had sunk to a corner crying over jakob, Laughing saryk grabbed at her hair, Summoning his knife he drew a hairline mark across the girls wrist, blood welled in the cut, wiping a finger in the blood saryk lifted it to his mouth, it's power refreshed him, his magic restored, his wounds mending faster than they should have, had he been using magic,snapping his armor appeared on his body, it's familiar weight more than welcome. Saryk's eye's seemed to swirl with mad power as he opened his portal to the abyss, Pulling larien through Saryk could immeadetly tell, something wasn't right.

by **Cutler IX** on Fri Jan 04, 2008 2:59 pm

Zenalith layed on the floor, clenching his chest wound as the pain came over his leg and stomach were he had been kicked to the ground.
He had failed just as Jakob had, and was dying as well if he didn't get medical help soon.
"I'm sorry... Jakob, Helen, Larien...." He closed his eyes, trying to get through the agony of pain all over his body, his wounded arm was bleeding through the bandages and Helen had fainted.

by **Jakob Gray** on Mon Jan 07, 2008 6:07 am

At least to Saryk, up to this point, everything was going fine. But something was wrong. The air was no longer thick with Saryk's victory. As he summoned the violet portal, something was definitely amiss. Dragging the crying girl through the portal, Saryk was knocked back with a force to shatter ribs. Though his armor took the biggest part of the blow, he was catapulted 7 feet backwards, his armor protesting as it grinded against the smooth marble floor. Has this been any other time someone would have been pissed. But this was a time where more important things were happening.

Jakob slowly emerged from the portal. His hair was stark white, his eyes a neon yellow. But scarier were the majestic wings that were on his back, that gracefully came out from the back of this grand banded mail he somehow wore now.

"Retribution, Saryk. Things happened that shouldn't. You weren't supposed to have prevailed over me. So the gods are wroth." Drawing his two blades, Jakob's father's sword shone with a bright light. As the metal melted into a sonic blade of another plane, Medusa's talon stayed the same.

"Stand Saryk, and let the gods watch as you are cast down like you should have been."

Jakob's eyes shown with an eerie light. Obviously the Demonite spirit was in control once more.

by **Himros** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 11:08 am

From the void Saryk's ancestor swelled, the time of choosing was upon them, the sacrifice he was making was of nothing so long as the child was victorious. Saryk almost swelled as the power of His ancestor flooded into him, the constant Demonic aura swelled to almost match that of the Deamonite Jakob, this fight would likely be his last. His breathing righted itself as his ribs re-aligned themselves, as his magic restored him. Jumping forward Saryk Frowned as the portal grew to self-sestainment. it no longer drew from his power, which grew even more troublesome as it swelled in an ethereal manner bulging and shriking back to the regular size, clearly the gods held it shut, but for how long. Twisting his sword saryk made an initial thrust making sure to keep his blade in tow sure to retract quickly if a parry was needed. He existed soully for this, the fight. all was in perfect discord to his movement, pattern in madness.

by **Cutler IX** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 5:23 pm

Zenalith laid nest to the corner of the wall, his ability to survive began to fail him. a small puddle of blood was beginning to form around him and he was paralized from the throbbing and stinging of the wounds.
He looked up at Sayrk and Jakob, refusing to loose like this he grabbed the wall and hoised himself up with a yelp of pain. He grabbed his long dagger and held his side with his left han clenching the dagger hard, he limped toward Saryk a few steps and colapsed to one knee and fell to the ground again.
"I can't... do it," He whimpere dto himself under hsi breath.

OOC: Could you wake Helen up I don't want my character to die? lol

by **Jakob Gray** on Mon Jan 28, 2008 1:53 pm

Jakob's already inhumane agility was enhanced by the power the Demonite ((Get the spelling right.

)). Jumping backwards, the great white wings gave him a slightly slower descent. The ballroom's ceiling was at least 20 feet high, but Jakob knew that flying inside would have been a rash and stupid idea. The Sonic Sword, which called into Jakob's mind, flew upwards with a slash, and Medusa's Talon came from the side with a horizontal swipe. If Saryk's blade was not enchanted, the sonic blade would have cleaved through it like it was air.

Jakob knew this was where Blur was supposed to have been created. If he had kept it up until this time, it would have created a paradox. And though the old sorcerer was forgetful and more than a little silly, he was very much intelligent and knew the consequences of time travel.

Helen awoke to Zenalith's bleeding body. With a cry she hoisted his body up and called for help. Soldiers did eventually come into the room and took the dying archer, but a command from Trect stopped them from interfering in the battle. He knew they'd be defenseless against the Dremorg. But the demonite form of Jakob scared Trect. What scared him even more was Jakob's dead body over on the ground. Did there indeed exist two of them?

by **Himros** on Mon Jan 28, 2008 7:41 pm

Saryk completed the twist, deflecting the sonic Blade and pinning the other, realesing the handle with one hand Saryk thrashed out with a vicous punch, hoping to score any hit against the demonite.

by **Cutler IX** on Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:31 pm

Zenalith took Helens hand and squeezed it lightly in his when she hoisted him up, and when the soldiers roughly took him. He did this to stop himself from yelping when something or someone was hit or dragged against his wound.
"I'm... Sorry Helen... I failed," He whimpered.

by **Jakob Gray** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 10:35 am

Helen's eyes were flooded with tears as they took Zenalith towards the hospital. The Archer had never had a chance to completely recuperate before fighting again. She prayed to the Earthen god Crag for Zenalith's health.

Jakob took the brunt of the punch, knocking him back a few feet. But his supreme banded mail took all of the bite out of the blow. It made him lose a small amount of breath, but that didn't stop him from counterattacking with a double jumping slash. Blur came in fast and hard, and to a lesser degree, Medusa's Talon.

by **Cutler IX** on Thu Jan 31, 2008 2:05 pm

Zenalith's eyes were shut tight, trying to ignore everything.
First he felt a sharp jab in his chest from being roughly handled, He felt being almost dropped on a hard wooden table, then felt a painless nothingness surround him. His tight closed eyes turned to a light unconscios state, and his quick breathing became slower. He lost almost 2 liters of blood, and not much more than that would kill him.

by **Himros** on Wed Feb 06, 2008 1:15 pm

Saryk Winced in anticipation of the Blow, He could block one and move the other, might as well take the hit from the one that wouldn't instantly kill him, Snapping the sword up He slid it out along Blur, and Knocked medusa's talon out wide ,

by **Jakob Gray** on Wed Feb 06, 2008 2:34 pm

Saryk was on the defensive. Jakob smiled, and took another double attack, Blur and Medusa's Talon both stabbing forward. The fight was like a choreographed dance. In the dance hall. It was ironic.

The blades would pierce Saryk's armor if he couldn't block it. Jakob knew Saryk had the abilities to do so, but the rules were different now.

by **Himros** on Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:29 pm

The Snap Had Cost Him Too much to do it again was disaster, saryk waited for the Blades to come inside his Rane And Flung his body out Spinning to the side of the blades, The Dodge was risky, but something Jakob would undoubtedly think him unable of. Saryks Return Blow was a mid sweeping arc, which would be easy to roll away from, but could put him on the offense

by **Jakob Gray** on Thu Feb 07, 2008 8:29 am

Jakob Gray did something he rarely had done before- purposely took a hit. His banded mail clanged in protest of the great blade crashing into his chest, but something told Jakob that wounds were superficial now. It wasn't about surviving. It was about winning. And so Jakob was knocked backwards a foot, but his blades came in with their amazing speed. Blur came towards Saryk's neck, Medusa's Talon came in to prevent Saryk's sword from coming in again.

by **Himros** on Thu Feb 07, 2008 2:12 pm

Saryk Ducked This was unbeleivable, Wincing Blur sheared through the plate armor like trash, Blood now flowed freely from his shoulder, Spinning low Saryk's shoulder gave out and the sword flew from his grasp, Moving with purpose as if the loss of his weapon had a purpose saryk jumped, Diving on Jakob. The wound on his shoulder Was already scabbing, in part due to his draconic blood, it would still slow him though.

by **Jakob Gray** on Thu Feb 07, 2008 3:44 pm

"You'll die as you should." Jakob said to Saryk as the Dremorg lay upon him. His swords clanged to the floor. The gauntlets came around Jakob's neck even as he spoke. Jakob kicked savagely, but it was to no use.

But Jakob was far from done. As air loss came upon Jakob, he felt himself trying to gasp for breath. But that would waste more air.

With what little oxygen he had left, Jakob spit in Saryk's eye. Hopefully it would be enough distraction for Jakob to get the air he needed to release a spell.

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