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a character in “The Garden: An Arcadian Boneyard”, as played by duramon

Description

The Good Guys:
Name:Aizen Soukon
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Aizen is an extremely kind and loyal man, leader of The Nameless and the entire reason they have managed to keep together after The Demon Lord tore apart their land. His power and abilities are unknown to anyone but the oldest guild members and in his own words his fighting days are far gone. He functions as the pillar of The Nameless, its back-bone and communal strength. He works constantly to keep the guild together and piece together its meager supplies, even participating in several guild games despite being past his prime, wielding a black katana and usually scraping by until the end or even winning valuable supplies for The Nameless and its people. He has a habit of changing forms constantly for unknown purposes, occasionally wearing a black Haori and sporting blonde hair instead of his usual grey. His beard replaced by stubble, although occasionally he keeps his white jacket in this form he seems to prefer the Haori to compliment his change. Despite his gentle heart and conservativeness he has been labelled as a pervert due to his inexplicable habit of stripping off everything from his waist and above, even at the most inappropriate of times.

Name:The Black Rabbit
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Agent of The Garden, she oversees thousands of guild games at once, her entire body hard-wired to The Garden itself. She is an extremely sarcastic individual who loves toying with people and faking innocence. Despite her cute looks and act she's an extremely cruel and self-centered person with interest only in what entertain or amuses her outside of her Garden duties. She offers her services to guilds as a summoner and judge for Recruitment Games, for an obscurely priced offering. To pay for her services as anything less then a large guild is to bid your entire collective guilds lives and existence on her whims. Due to past events she owes several favours and repayments to The Nameless in its days of glory.


The Bad Guys

Name: Apex Flood
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Nothing is know about him other then that he is the leader of a small group of strange and dangerous individuals, and that he has a habit of having an army at hi back.

Name: Raylee Lightshield
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Your average every day religious paladin, has his own unknown reasons for joining such an outrageous group of beings. Despite being apart of the group and continuing as they all do he has a strong moral compass towards the right thing outside of group activities, he is an extremely righteous and bold Leonal male who prefers company to solitude, and ale to water.

Name: Koraline Heiphon
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An extremely dark and creepy woman, who despite her looks is one of the more sane and reasonable of the group. She generally keeps out of the battle and conducts her attacks from afar, however what those attacks are is utterly unknown although they prove to be deadly effective. A small swarm of spiders likes to follow her and attach to her person.

Name: Xix
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Although he seems to be a silent moldeable liquid silver experiment (Which he is) at most times he tends to mold himself into various other metals and solidify himself into a proper form, his most favored is a demonic overlordian type knight with a deep and gravely voice with which he can speak using. However he has many more that he utilizes should the need arise.

Name: Celia Fohlen
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A being that never speaks a word and yet seems to be able to communicate its message perfectly, Celia is either a woman in full enchanted armour designed to resemble a flower, or she simply IS a sentient flower-like being with the properties of well...metal. Even her purple weapons and grace point towards her plant nature, however outside of her group she remains unpredictable and unknown.

Name: Pestel
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A disease ridden giant rat, garbed in monk-like clothes and bandages and weilding a large glowing mace. He's an extremely twitchy and annoying madman who is constantly surrounded by swarms of flies and the smell of death and decay,along with a cloud of disease that never shakes from his body. His body is adorned with various bells and his fur is mottled and filthy, perfectly matching with the rest of him.

Name: KH4 . Z1X
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A silent and entirely otherworldy hunter, blindly obedient and silently vigilant. He is ruthless and unrelenting in all aspects once given orders. He will continue hunting his quarry to the edge of the world without the use of his legs nor a weapon.

Name: Vorin, Monolithic One
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A golem resembling a greek temple wrapped around a giant tree root, Vorin is a highly intelligent and spiritual being whom communicates with a series of drawn out roars and low rumbling noises produced within its body, which its various temple-like armaments translate and resonate outwards to its allies, to its foes the sounds continue to be mindless roaring. it is in fact highly intellectual and logical, and disappointed to find it cannot absorb knowledge or learn in The Garden as it can at home, due to it size rendering books and scrolls unreadable and its group being less intellectually inclined then itself and impatient for reading. However,it does enjoy using its size in combat and teaching lesser beings how a true warrior does battle.

So begins...

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As Ivan saw the monkey land on the dissease ridden rat and attack it with acid and blunt he grinned slightly. His odds had turned from awkwardly trying to keep the pest at bay to actually having a having a good chance of destroying it right then and there. He was mildly surprised when the pest formed gasses to divert the flames and simply rubbed the acid from it's face. He had expected the flames to have yielded only some superficial damage, but to see that even the acid hadn't affected the pestulant rat was a bit worrying. Not to mention that it was now gleefully mocking both him and the monkey and had raised an army from the insects that lived in and on it's fur.

"If fire fails, try drowning it's swarms with water. If that fails, the water will still serve me well." He heard from behind the mans mask. Truthfully it would have been a good idea to simply drown the bugs with a wave of water, however there really wasn't a way for him to create a significantly sized body of water quick enough. Though it seemed the man had a plan so he created a cloud of T-energy crystals and made it rain above them by cooling the moisture in the air and turning the crystals themselves into water. It was strong enough of a rain to make the bugs lose footing and be swept away by the falling dropletts, but unfortunatly as he expected not strong enough to drown the bugs. Hopefully it would be enough to make that rat slip on the slick mud as it was oh so gleefully jumping around. In the end he just hoped it would be enough for whatever the man was planning.

Ivan quckly formed a storm of crystal dust around him as he saw a group of the insects rush at him, freezing and shredding the insects that dared venture into it, before absorbing the insects and turning it into more crystal dust. The barrier would be ample defence against any sort of attack by that pests insect minnions. He then felt blessings from the mage from before reach him once more, he could feel the energy as it increased his resiliance and gave him another layer of shielding. Since he was more or less on the frontline against an enemy that could have more tricks up it's sleeve he figured it was safer to keep these blessings for the moment, instead of using them as more ammo.

Ivan stepped forwards drawing another group of bugs into the storm and shredding them for their energy. The energy within the bugs was boutifull, it wasn't hard to see at this point why it was so tempting to destroy and absorb humanoid being only to be turned into a lich as a result. Now he had enough energy stored to make another attacking move while keeping some energy to spare. A small stream of the dust moved out of the storm and forming another around the rat, cooling the air as they moved. As the storm raged around the rat, and the storm had grown so thick that the rat wasn't even visable anymore, quite quickly tiny white crystal began to form on the crystals and their surroundings, to anyone unassuming it would look like ice. It was ice, that was sure, but it was dry ice solidified carbondioxide. Ivan grinned in the knowledge that if the rat didn't escape it's heat draining prison soon the carbondioxide within the lungs as he tries to exhale will turn solid and the water in his blood and body cells will freeze all with very deadly results. "Stand back from that storm, otherwise it might freeze you too and a very cold rat might jump out at any moment." He said to the monkey as the storm raged.

From the corner of his eye he could see an object brimming with lightning fly at rediculous speeds. The energy from that bolt would serve him really well. Intercepting the object to gain it's power would be nearly impossible though, there was one option, use the plasma field of a decaying lightning bolt to draw in the lightning. He aimed at a husk further along the path of the spear, both of them hitting the target almost instantly after another, but it was enough he had drawn in the lightning energy and even drawn the spear off it's path by a degree or two. The lightning hit Ivan with full force, but asside from a little tingle in the fingertips and the storm of crystal around him growning denser he wasn't affected.

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#, as written by Zalgo
"A-Ah! Look out Mister! There is one behind you!"

Myon had alerted him to the presence of another shadow attempting to assault them. Before he could dispatch the entity however the spirit made short work of the being using divine magic to purify it.

"Mister, please let me help you. I know Mistress is safe now. I may not be good at physical combat as she is but I can assist you with my magic. Also... thank you...for risking your own life to save us... I will not be able to repay the debt in full but the least I can do is provide some backup. I have basic control over water and wind but my main affinity and expertise is light. Though I am unable to provide copies to assist, my magic should be more than enough. So please, let me help you!"

Were he more foolhardy he might of refused the spirits offer of help, saying something along the lines of There's no need to repay me, just look after yourself. He was no fool. In war a person who does not fight alongside his fellow man and tries to be a hero will be cut down, if not by the enemy then by his own team members. The punishment for disobedience was to be beaten to death with wooden swords wielded by the offender's comrades. It was symbolic, designed to signify that when somebody disobeys an order, whether because they were trying to be heroic or any other reason, they were putting the lives of everyone at risk. In this case he was no longer in the military but the meaning behind the ways they fought still stuck with him. He would fight alongside any ally, to do otherwise would put both his unlife and the lives of every other ally at grave risk.

Before he could respond to the spirits earnest request there were numerous crashes in the Nameless's ranks. He turned to see several people get taken down. one of them was sent flying shortly followed by her spear. After that incident the remaining forces were left in confusion while searching for the attacker. As he was turning his head to address Myon he caught a glimpse of what was likely the source of all the damage, a large metal construct with shaped heat based claws bearing down upon some girl and a fire wielder.


He looked over to the spirit, his dark tone befitting the situation they were all in. "That depends on you. I will be dealing with the plagued rat creature. If you do not feel you have the stomach to face it I am sure the others would appreciate any assistance with the metal construct attacking them they could get." He turned away from the spirit and started striding towards the darkened region of the field where the rain muddied the earth below. "The choice is yours."

Regardless of whether or not Myon followed him he made his way over until he was in the thick of the battle with the unholy creation that dared to live in his presence. The magus had made the battlefield soggy enough for his plan to deal with the corrupt rodent. In addition the magus was trying to freeze the rodent in an ice storm. If he was successful then that would make things all the simpler. He did not think that this particular fight was going to end that easy.

Now in place, he raised his shovel up and drove it into the mud. Scooping out the mud he started digging down into the ground. The hole grew larger and deeper rather quickly as he was stupendously good at digging graves by now. About twelve feet down he stopped digging, satisfied with the depth for now. He knew if the rain held then the hole would fill up with water. This was good.

His plan was to go straight up to the foul being, grab it and bury it alive. Were the ground as dry as it was in the beginning of this war he would suspect the rat of being capable of digging it's way back up. Now that the ground was practically a marsh the beast couldn't dig a foot into the ground without the hole made by it's claws filling back up with mud. He was going to send this beast to it's watery grave, burying it alive in mud.


In preparation for his conflict with the diseased pest he reached into the pile of mud he had created when digging it's grave. He took handfuls of mud and lathered it onto his suit underneath his cloak. His whole attire was designed specifically to keep any and all sources of infection out. It was sealed up completely so there were no openings for infectious material to seep in. Between that and the plated chain mail he wore underneath for protection the insects would find great difficulty in penetrating through and reaching Pravus's undead flesh normally.

He remembered his lessons taught to him from his father during his childhood. He remembered a detail that he felt would help in this particular situation. Many animals in nature would often roll in mud in order to both mask their scent and keep insects off of them. The sticky liquid earth made the animals skin much too sticky and thick for insects to find purchase on them. The same could apply to him as well.

He finished applying the mud to his outfit. He strode up towards the rat, ignoring the carpets of insects surrounding it. Between his rain slick cloak and hat as well as his earthen defenses beneath there was no surface for the bugs to climb upon him. He stopped just short of the ice storm and simply waited for the magus to be done with his spell.

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#, as written by Ritnio
"You are quite strange. You dig a hole in the middle of a war. Cover yourself with mud and THEN go to fight t-that horrid beast? I don't fully understand you Mister but then again...I don't understand my own existence.

Myon had followed the warrior only to end up floating over his hole. She didn't know why he dug the hole or how he dug it so fast. She didn't want to know either. Instead she stood...well... floated as close to the ground as she could manage... next to him and raised one arm over her shoulder and held it there, ready to swing it downward. That hand held the longer blade. The other arm was slightly bent and facing outward. The back of her hand was facing up and the blade went from her left to her right as it was on its side.

It was an unseen and strange stance. Nobody but the user would be able to tell how, where, and when they will attack. The stance is unreadable and therefore safe from being countered or blocked. After positioning her swords, she bent her left leg so that she was slightly twisted to the left side. Her hair covered her eyes which meant nothing as she had closed them after taking up the stance.

She was now ready to....do whatever it is she is ready to do.

The setting changes from Phyrexian Grassland to The Garden

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#, as written by Ankti
If she’d had time to reflect, Tiotio might have considered that heading out in search of a group of people famous for their magic war fought against a demon lord might have been better done after, learning a thing or two about higher magics.

As it stood her simple gusts of wind served her just as well as her bo, which was to say, quite inadequately. While she could easily hold back the rotting soldiers, she could form no plan to dispatch what seemed to be the real threat, the enemy generals now working into the midst of the Nameless.

She did the only thing that seemed useful, slammed, punched, knocked, kicked, and jabbed at each and every rotting soldier that came near the magic man so he could keep up his assault on the diseased rat.

When the masked man returned she had thought another warrior would be at her side, or at the magic man’s, but instead of facing an enemy, the man put his shovel to the ground. He used the blade to carve out earth even more impressively than he’d carved a bloody swath through the enemy ranks.

Unlike the boy now flying in the sky, who it had seemed at first would be a strong ally on the battlefield, the masked man acted with determined purpose. Tiotio did all she could to ensure the man was not disturbed in his work, understanding quickly that he was setting a trap for the plagued beast.

The setting changes from The Garden to Phyrexian Grassland

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The ogre the priestess was standing upon, stepped back in surprise as the muddied gravedigger emerged from the melee, tapping Seriene's hoof to draw her attention down, shouting over the sounds of battle questioningly in her alien tongue, blinking at the sight of the wounded warrior girl, patting the side of the ogre's head and motioning for it to put her down on the ground, the large creature complying with a quiet grunt, placing her down on the ground as gently as it could.
The slender priestess ran her luminescent eyes over the girl, clutching her staff tightly in one hand while hovering her hand over the various wounds and breaks in her small body, shifting her ear close to the girl's mouth to check for breathing and tapping her fingers against her neck for a pulse, chewing the corner of her lip in quiet concern.
The Draenei spoke to the mud streaked man before shaking her head and hitting the side of her head with a palm, remembering that no one could understand her, simply sighing and grasping her staff in front of her, the hooded figure of the staff's head facing towards the girl as Seriene took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, channeling a spell, muttering a prayer in an alien tongue, bluish white light wreathing her body as her shoulder plates flared up in light, blue ethereal feathers arching out of the metal protrusions and an ethereal halo forming about her head as she opened her eyes and exhaled, a small pillar and swirl of light engulfing the girl's body, as life and energy was thrust into her form, sealing her more severe wounds and fading much of her bruising.
The priestess exhaled then shouted in surprise as the gravedigger bolted off, looking rather displeased as she caught the still limp body, huffing and looking up at her unlikely companion pleadingly, the ogre shrugging and picking up the girl, carefully cradling her while Seriene casted a lesser heal to further stabilize the girl and hopefully put more energy into her.

However Seriene flinched as her keen ears picked up a sickening crunch from somewhere behind her, turning then looking up to see the animal eared woman rag doll through the air above her and her ogreish friend, her limp body thudding and rolling brokenly along the ground.
The priestess flinched and cringed at what must have been an agonizing fall, if the lady were conscious that is. She looked behind herself to see where the woman had been launched from to no particular avail.
Grunting in frustration and concern for the strange female's well being she patted her ogre companion's hand to get his attention before pointing towards the downed woman, the creature nodding in understanding and giving the girl in his arms a gentle rock, conveying he'd keep her safe while she was unconscious, Seriene giving him an awkward smile and thanking him, even though the tall muscly being had no idea what she was saying.
The agent of the Light ducked and weaved between the Nameless' forces, making a beeline for the fallen woman, emerging from the crowd with a gasp, sprinting towards the pile of rubble and the woman's broken form, her robes flapping about her legs. She cursed as she almost tripped as she neared the body, cursing and figuring that her battle-priest raiments were a little less practical than first thought and could probably use some modifications.
Seriene pushed aside her idle thoughts as she came up to the body of the woman, digging her hooves into the ground and groaning at the strain as she pushed aside the larger bits of rubble resting on the lady, sweat beading out from under her hair at the physical exertion, as small an exertion as it really was.
She huffed as she uncovered the woman, thanking the stars above that the larger shards of ice had mostly missed her or had been shattered into more manageable pieces though the strain had stolen her breath from her and she gasped to catch it once more.

Seriene grimaced at the state the black clad woman was in, wincing at the way her arms and body was bent, she kneeled beside her and placed two fingers at her neck, feeling nothing and cursing, she leaned closer, moving her ear near her mouth, unable to tell if she was breathing or if it was just the wind brushing past her. The priestess gave a rather heinous curse in her native tongue before doing her best to carefully lay the woman on her back, wincing and cringing almost in pain herself from the sound of broken bones within her body.
The draenei placed her ear to the broken woman's chest, ignoring the decidedly lewd nature of her actions for the greater good, closing her eyes and listening for a heart-beat, gasping and biting her lip at the faintest of thumps, silently thanking the Naaru for their kindness.
Seriene steeled herself as she was not looking forward in the slightest to what she was about to do. Silently asking the unconscious woman on deaths door for forgiveness she carefully but firmly bent her body and arms back into shape, realigning her pelvis and arms with the rest of her body, throwing up a little in her mouth at the sound of popping and grinding bone.
Once the woman was laying flat on her back, her bruised and shattered body looking mostly normal she began her spells of healing, tapping into the relatively new payer of Renew, hoping that by the Light's grace she could save this lady from Death's embrace, her eyes glowing brightly as her clenched hands light up with golden light, her breath quickening as she opened her hands and turned her palms over the dying woman, the holy light and energies engulfing her bodies as her bones reset themselves and her flesh knit itself together at an inhuman pace.
Seriene gasped and was forced to hold herself up on her hands as her strength was drained from her body, a considerable reserve of her strength taken away for the sake of this woman she didn't even know...
"At least I'm being useful..." was all she could think to herself as she staggered to her hooves, looking about carefully, partly hiding behind the shattered stone and ice and waiting for the woman to come to her senses while Renew ran its course through her body, hoping nothing came to kill her or undo her work.

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#, as written by duramon
Pestel

Pestel had been happily dancing, minding his own business whilst he directed the swarms of corrupting insects and his little marching army. When someone decided to try and freeze him and ruin the fun, he simply sat in there moping for awhile, his cloud of pestilence making sure he had plenty of space. His fur keeping him warm along with various high fever inducing diseases he'd procured over the years, the sound of a shovel was in the background and his fingers tapped rapidly against his naked fur. He was getting bored, when were they actually going to try something? The rat finally felt the storm of ice or whatever it may be stop coming and he smirked and licked his teeth around the edges of his mouth, tasting the familiar dead flesh and giggling to himself.

Pestel was going to make things fun for himself, he put down the mace and began to dig downwards, a green ooze excreting from all across his body and coating the areas which his claws struck to stop the mud from tumbling inwards. The Plague Rat dug at a quick rate and soon sat in a small cubby hole below the mage who had attempted to freeze him, his nose twitching and sniffing quickly to make absolutely certain. He began to hum a tune in his head, flicking his head back and forth whilst he again orchestrated using his glowing mace. He would wait until his disappearance was discovered and then bite off the fools foot, he licked his lips happily and found it hard not to attack early with his giddyness. Things were going to be fun!




KH4.Z1X

The metallic being stood silently behind his bait, watching as the baits partner started to call out and warn her as he headed through the fray to meet head on against the hunter. He had a 90% chance of being obliterated, and a 5% chance of simply being crushed, The hunter didn't bother discerning what miniscule percentage his prey had of succeeding under a hefty manifest of circumstances, instead he waited and waited. His bait wasn't listening to the prey, she too was foolish and childish but she had her uses even if minimal.

His glowing eyes watched after she pronounced her words, the flow of mana careening through the air to penetrate the prey's soul and re-aligning his biological structure. His nerve endings were cut off and his brain became hyper-active in its retrieval of data from the senses despite the lack of nerves, it was a strange and inefficient method however if they were going to be playing with re-alignment then he would show them true efficiency. After the blind bait collided with him she let her guard down, taking a swipe from a nearby husk which he swiftly executed with a snap of his elbow into the monstrosity's face. It was a warning to the others not to interfere with his prey and he would repay Apex ten fold for the transgression.

Several loud metallic whirs echoed along with various hisses. His armor slowly changing colours as hexagons of red began to spread across his form, uninterrupted by the darkness that failed to scratch the surface of his defense. A cloud of steam bellowed out from his joints and encompassed him until it eventually settled into a thick aura, his feet were finally swallowed by the red along with the rest and his transformation was complete. The hunters feet heated the sand beneath him into glass, every step he took towards the prey burning a small pit below him, he was tempted to kill the bait after all she had out-lived her purpose. Instead he settled for flashing to her side, one arm raised to her as a single whir sounded before a concentrated blast of steam burst forth from his palm, flashing away again immediately after and landing in front of his true prey.

The Partner whom had received the alignment. The Hunter raised both arms above his head and receded the claws of plasma into his gauntlets, daring his prey to attack, either they would attack him or he would attack them.


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#, as written by Zalgo
"You are quite strange. You dig a hole in the middle of a war. Cover yourself with mud and THEN go to fight t-that horrid beast? I don't fully understand you Mister but then again...I don't understand my own existence."

The spirit questioned his methods, doubting him to some extent. The truth of the matter was that not even he fully understood what he was getting himself into. He didn't even get the introductory speech to inform him that he was competing to join the nameless. All he knew was that one moment he was back in Sed burying the dead and the next moment he was standing in some massive architecture filled with death traps, now he was here doing battle with Torch Bringer only knows what.


He stood by his comrades, the ghost girl taking a combat stance and the ape person fighting off the shadow warriors while the winds of the magus's ice storm started to die. This was it. The three of them standing against a living pestilence which needed to be stopped here and now. Only, there was nothing there. The only remaining evidence of the creature was a hole in the ground coated in some form of green slime.

Stepping forward onto the cold earth he knelt down and gently touched the fluid with the very tip of his glove. It wasn't corrosive luckily. It was rather reminiscent of a snails mucus, acting as a mild adhesive to hold the earth together as it dug down. Judging by the slant of the tunnel he could tell it was in the general direction of the magus. This wasn't good.

It was a risk without a doubt but nobody else could fare better than he in this circumstance. He was completely sealed from the outside world within his suit for the exact purpose of dealing with disease on a constant basis. This was his burden to bear, no one else's. With that thought in mind he took out a leather strap from underneath his cloak and tethered his shovel to himself. This hole was not so small that he could not fit in as the rat was rather large and thick indeed, having to drag it's mace in there would not have permitted a hole smaller than a human could crawl into. He got on his hands and knees and began
the dark descent.


It did not take Pravus very long at all to reach his destination. After all, nothing short of a rock wurm could dig faster than a man could crawl. The hole was too dark for him to even see but he didn't care. With the space being so limited there was little else for the beast to be other than directly in front of him. He heard a strange feverish humming ahead of him. Whatever this thing was it was biding it's time. The illumination provided by it's mace dispelled the darkness of this tunnel, allowing him to see the unnatural aberration in the flesh. He knew that if he could see the creature then logically it could see him too. He wasted no time given the urgency of this situation

This was it, the battle between monsters had begun. Springing into action Pravus leapt forth, reaching with both hands to grab the mace and attempt to wrench it out of the creatures grasp. If he could disarm this horrible thing of it's weapon then he had relative faith that his chain mail could endure it's claws and teeth, allowing him to resort to plan B. Plan B was a bit more of a shot in the dark but given the rats endurance and ability to dig he saw few other options.

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#, as written by Ritnio
A stray husk had thrown a spear at Myon, who had left her stance to look at the hole in which her partner climbed down. The spear, of course, went right through her and into the hole's wall causing it to cave in.

"Oh my! You thought that would hit me? Sorry to say but, I am currently dead already. You however, are not. Goodbye!"

With that, she 'sank' into the ground using her ghostly intangibility. The husk, blew up in a ball of light. Myon quickly found her partner underground. She needn't say anything as her presence dropped the temperature quite a bit. So it was obvious a spirit was present. Luckily, Myon can send her thoughts to people in close proximity. That is how she talks really. Her mouth never moves. People just hear what she thinks..if she wants them to anyway.

"Hello mister grave digger! It is Myon. I am currently underneath you so I apologize for the cold. I know you can't talk but, tap once for yes and twice for no. Should I go ahead and cut of the r-rat's path?"


While Myon experienced being inside a wall of dirt, Aera was just waking up back with the others. She woke up suddenly, and realized she was being carried. She went to reach for her sword but found they were missing. With that, she jumped out of the thing's arms and bolted to where she was laid down. She could care less about Hakuroken, the short blade. It was the longer blade which meant everything to her. It was her Master's family heirloom he gave to her. She couldn't bear losing it.

Spotting both her sword, but only caring about the one, she quickened her pace and picked them up. After re-attaching them to her person, Aera looked at the lady who was healing the others. She had to remember to thank her later. With a loud boom and a mini-shock wave, Aera ran to the area where she sensed Myon is at. Being as oblivious as she is, she had no idea what her little sound barrier breaking run did in terms of nearly deafening those near her when she broke it. Nor did she realize the repercussions of the shock wave itself.

She could sense the familiar life force of the grave digger below her and a sickeningly green aura of evil just ahead of him. Guessing that was the rat Myon screamed about, she planned out where the rat was heading and thus picked up the very same spear that passed through Myon. She stood ready to attack the rat from above.

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The rat was gone, and the masked man after it. Tiotio had no intention of going underground. Maybe if the rat had climbed a tree she would follow it, but the confining space of a muddy hole would be a poor place for a Vanara.

The strange ghostly girl that had for a moment stood beside her had also vanished, leaving her alone against the soldiers. While she was not at risk yet of being overrun, the exertion of battle wore on her, and she suffered more injuries, slashes and hits that left her limbs slightly weaker.

A girl, the one she'd thought struck down, returned as Tiotio jabbed her bo into the neck of a soldier, crushing its windpipe. It dropped to the ground, but another was in it's place in a heartbeat. If they could not bring down this rat soon, they would have to retreat back to the main line of the Nameless.

She yelled to the man who’d been throwing magical attacks at the beast - “Magic man, the thing has gone beneath our feet. Can you sense where it is? Or maybe turn this dirt to stone and trap it?”

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To Ivan's surprise the rat was gone, down into the ground. A hole where his storm had raged. Had everything he had done been for nothing? No, perhaps not, he had forced that rat into the ground. But this meant it could be anywhere. He had been standing still for most of the time, which meant that if it was planning to attack anyone from below he was the most likely target. Moving might give away his position through vibrations in the ground, but those would be dampened by the muddy ground. Not to mention the vibrations from his movements would be unfindable in the chaos of battle. He ran a few meters back and looked at where he stood and the entrance of the hole.

The masked man jumped in, obviously the one with a plague suit and a shovel would be the best advisary for a pestulent rat in the ground. The ghost showed it's nature as a spear flew straight through it's body, collapsing the entrance of the hole. It then mocked the husk that had trown it and went underground as the husk blew up. Of course the man could dig his way out with the shovel, so that closed exit wouldn't be too much of an issue, perhaps maybe oxygen if they stayed in there too long. If that were to be the case he could probably open up the hole... Probably.

Then the girl who the masked man had carried into safety returned, and not unarmed. He felt like it was kind of her fault he was in this mess now, but then again it was as much his fault, he didn't have to engage with that rat. He could have stayed behind the lines casting some long range spells, picking off husks as they engaged with others. But that wasn't something for the here and now, that was for the next battle, if he were to survive this one. He noticed the girl had taken the spear from the caved in entrance and was positioned with the spear aimed at the ground, like she was fishing, probably was for a big dity rat. Seems she has an idea where it was.

“Magic man, the thing has gone beneath our feet. Can you sense where it is? Or maybe turn this dirt to stone and trap it?” The monkey yelled at Ivan. Of course she had been fending off husk after husk as they tried to deal with the rat, would probably only be a matter of time before it couldn't hold them off anymore and they were forced to retreat or get slaughtered. "Unfortunatly, I can do neither." He yelled back as he narrowly dodged a swing from a morning star. He raised his arms clenching his teeth through the pain. A bolt of lightning shot from his palms and into the morning star limping the husk on his right side as the electricity passed through the body and into the wet ground. The husk fell to the ground as his right leg caved under the electrical disturbance. Whatever he had done and was doing to his arms in terms of damage was not important, if he didn't raise a hand in his defence he would not leave this place alive. He kicked the shield out of the husks left hand, breaking a few of it's fingers in the process and picked it up.

Having aquired some form of defence made him feel a bit more secure, but he still had to fight with every ounce of his will to keep his arms moving. He turned to the girl and said: "You know where that rat is, don't you? If you can give me a pinpoint of where it is, I might be able to do something." Ivan had an idea, but it would only work if he knew exactly where the rat was. Fire, water, ice, none had worked, but perhaps this would.

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"I can't give a pinpoint location. I can see auras and sense life forces. All I can tell you is the general location.... I don't intend to kill it, instead I'm going to maim it. If I get lucky and kill it, then whatever. My name is Aera by the way."

Aera was staring at the ground intensely, her eyes were no longer their usual stormy grey. Instead, they became scarlet in colour, almost like blood. She was focusing her spiritual energy so as to see the auras and life forces of those in her line of vision. She couldn't maintain it for long as she runs the risk of going blind. She noticed the green aura had stopped moving right underneath her. Maybe the rat had heard what the magic man had said and is trying to get Aera in the line of fire? With that in mind, she needed to tell the Ivan her plan but didn't want the rat to hear.

Aera had closed her eyes for a few seconds before reopening them. Then Aera's other half ,Myon, suddenly came up from the ground. The ghost floated to Ivan and began her usual semi-telepathic way of talking.

"Hello, Mistress Aera says the rat is currently underneath her feet. She has an idea she wanted to run by you. Would you be able to channel your magic through the spear so that when Mistress strikes, the magic hits first to weaken and then the spear hits during the weakness. If you are unable to do so, Mistress will strike first so that the rat surfaces allowing you to strike it."

It must have been strange for Ivan, to have a ghost speak in his mind. Myon, having finished her messenger job, waited for an answer. She was waiting for Ivan to say his answer in his mind.

Aera noticed Pravus's armour won't let her see his aura but she could sense his life force getting closer to the rat. She hoped his armour can stand whatever magic that Ivan is gonna dish out.

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To Niko's surprise, the armored hulk suddenly obliterated one of the nightmares, and all the others suddenly retreated a distance from it. Just as he wondered what kind of scheme it was planning now, he gasped as the metallic monstrosity suddenly began to glow red, and the sand below them began to turn to glass. So this bastard relied on heat as well.

At the same time, however, he felt his eyesight and hearing suddenly amplify greatly, and the aches from the various scrapes and slashes he had acquired from enemies that managed to land hits on him while he was trying to set them on fire vanished. One of Irina's curses, it seemed...of course, he wasn't about to thank her, and she never would have accepted his thanks anyway.

"Shit, though, looks like I got a bit too flame-happy earlier...I'm almost out of energy now." Raising his sword in his right hand again, he thrust out his left hand, and some of the flames that he had thrown around the battlefield suddenly spiraled towards him, reforming his signature flame aura. Conserving energy was probably better against this opponent. Then he began to--

But the robot moved first, landing directly next to Irina and blasting steam at her at point blank range. For a few moments, Niko's mind actually blanked out with terror when it landed directly in front of him, before he suddenly was aware of what was going on and leapt backwards, putting distance between himself and the robot. "So that's how it's going to be played, is it?" he muttered, his grip tightening on his sword. Hope you didn't get yourself killed, Irina.

With his blade glowing red-hot from the absorbed flames, Niko let out a yell and charged.

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He hadn't known what to expect when he'd stepped foot into the labyrinth. He'd waited until everyone else had filed in, hearing the sounds of battle in the maze just sealed the knowledge in his head that not charging in was an excellent plan, and he was a scholar among men for having thought up such a brilliant idea. His own thoughts making him grin, the look half confidence, half amusement.

"I'm so full of shit." He chuckled out wryly, the heat of his breath singing the filter of his cigarette, and looking almost like he was smoking it backwards. He crept up to the first turn in the maze, and was preparing to turn the corner when the wall he was leaning against went stupid, and forgot just what it was to be a wall. That is to say, it stopped being solid, turned yellow and soon after, dissipated all together. Needless to say he nearly fell.

“Called off my ass.” He muttered, already trying to figure out their angle, obviously we're under attack, he thought. You yourself had said we should use lethal force. No this had to be another test. One to weed out the weak willed. Who could say if the portals actually sent people home? For all Wayland knew, they sent people to some far off prison, or into the heart of a star.

He eyed the approaching “army' of shadows, they were definitely laying it on thick, he thought. Standing casually his cigarette lit now as he some times actually smoked them when he was thinking.

“Bullshit.” He grumbled, eyes narrowing, analyzing all of the people who had bought into the ruses powers, he might have to fight them later. The shadows were truly terrifying, they set his teeth on edge, truly an excellent illusion. They even smelled, and the weight of the weapons history unsettled him.

“Wait, what?” He did a double take, watching a man dig a hole and cover himself in mud, though that's not what caused him to stop, no it was the beasts approaching him. Or, more accurately, there weapons, they were real, not fake, he could see their history, practically taste it as he drowned in the sea of blood spilled by this putrid creature, His lip pulled back away from his teeth in a near silent snarl, showing every one of his razor sharp teeth. The very sword he was so enraptured by was an ugly, filthy thing, but it was impossible, illusions have no history. Then the blade fell, and he was convinced.

He barely brought his arm up in time to block the blade, even still it bit down to the bone, sparking as metal hit metal, the blade turning cherry red as the super heated nature of his blood vented on the foreign metal. He didn't have time to think, all thoughts of this being a test fleeing his mind as instinct kicked in and a roar like a diesel tank coming to life echoed across the battlefield, accompanied by the smell of fire, ash, and burning flesh.

He drove his weight forward into the shadow before him, its blade finally losing the battle to the heat, and slagging into molten steel across his arm which was assimilated to heal his wound. He was met by a shield. It lasted about as long as you'd expect against someone whose blood could melt swords.

He dug his talons into it. The shield had no innate magic of its own to repel him, so he took it, and he turned it against its master. The shield warped in on itself, the edges turning back and turning thorny, digging into the inky flesh of his enemy, but it didn't fall, not until his talons found purchase in its throat, ripping, gouging and tearing with all his might, with animalistic ferocity, and a growl that would be feral if not for it sounding like a roaring engine, that would terrify him later, but for now, as he tore one of the shadows heads from it's torso, and threw it to the ground at his feet, he felt more alive than he could ever remember being.

His enemies had not been idle however. As he was reveling in his kill, three more beast had advanced on him. Swords digging in to his side, and his back, where his kidney should have been, he couldn't be killed by such mundane means, well not in such small numbers, but it still hurt.

The force of the strikes made his head pitch forward into the path of the next sword, the third and final sword, it's history just as vial as the last, he hated them, the swords more than those that wielded them, they were abominable. It was aimed to sever his head through his mouth, that was not a wound he was eager to test his survivability against.

“Look what I caught.” He mouthed around he blade clenched in his teeth, his own blood dribbling into his mouth, and being absorbed in a perpetual cycle, the sword cut his cheek open giving him a wide joker smile, the Shadow struggled the pull the blade free, but he wouldn't have it, he bit through the blade, and with a maniacal laugh full of blood lust, and a roar of adulation, he tore the shadows throat out with his teeth, while still impaled by its allies.

He wasted little time after that in turning their blades against them, taking a number of wounds of his own in the process, but in his mind it was a foregone conclusion. Like the sun rising, or setting. As sure as those two things, these things would die. He headed where he'd seen the ogre set a girl down, as the rabbit lady was over there too. He probably should head over to help kill the leader, but if they needed him for that, they'd say so.

“It's about time I made myself useful.” He said, and strode with grim purpose towards the main battlefield, and his allies therein.

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Pestel

Pestel had been peacefully humming to himself below the mage, preparing to bite off his foot in a horrible manner and decaying, rotting and otherwise passing on diseasesining. When suddenly a fat oaf in a suit tried to take his precious mace from him within his own confined little space, he was even covered in mud, was he mocking Pestel? The bastard was mocking him, nobody mocks Pestel!

The Rat decided that he'd bite their foot off another time, for as he struggled with the mace and the man he had his usual set of stunning ideas. His tail snaking to his waist and pulling open a few vials half-embedded in his fur and stuck in the black muck that lay there, the smell of gasoline and pure petroleum gas filling the air and suffocating the tunnel. A small green light flitting from the top of a mace for a moment before the rodent grinned.

He was losing the battle for control of the mace, but he would win the war. He released the weapon to the man and watched as the magical flame within leaped in to the air. "Ba-Boom!" was all he said before the cubby hole would erupt in a small explosion, more kinetic energy and fire then anything, but still effective.

The Rat would be nowhere to be seen, except a small bug now flitted onto the enemy leaders hand, resting on a now open palm and receiving a curt nod.

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Pravus fought for control over the mace, his relentless undead strength prevailing over the rat's own might. He noticed however that the rodent was using it's tail to open some chemical vials adorning it's despicable form. He could not smell anything for his sense of smell would require breathing, something he no longer does. It didn't take a nose to figure out the nature of the solutions emptied into the cave as a magical flame was conjured within the mace. The foul rat yelled it's usual drivel before releasing hold of the mace causing the flames within to leap out.

It all happened rather quickly. From Pravus's point of view the entire tunnel had flooded with fire. The reality of the situation was that the gasoline and petroleum the rat had emptied mixed into the air before igniting. From the point of view of the others who were currently fighting the plague beast the opening of the tunnel spouted a pillar of fire before collapsing into a depression in the earth. Between the fire and the collapsing earth it would be easy to assume that Pravus was no more.


That result was not as likely as it would seem. You see, gasoline does not explode in it's liquid state. It's the result of gasoline mixing with the air, becoming a gas, that causes the big explosions attributed to the substance. In combat almost all one on one conflicts are resolved in second, not minutes. The time the gasoline and petroleum had to mingle with the air was minimal at best, not to mention the already scarce amount of air available inside the tunnel. Between the low concentration of gasoline and all the given factors acting upon it's diffusion speed the explosions potency was relatively low. It still exploded and it did damage Pravus but the harm it had done to him was far from disabling. What was the real problem however was the fact that it burns really fast. The tunnel would of become a crematorium for him had it not been for one last detail. The kinetic force of the explosion had damaged the adhesive the rat left to stabilize the tunnel, causing the walls and roof to collapse upon them.


There are very few flames persistent enough to continue burning after being buried in mud. Without air to consume any flame short of earth blood*, pure alchemical fire or hell fire dies out. This proved to be the majority rather than the exception when several pounds of soft wet mud came crashing down, trapping Pravus and smothering the flames. The threat of being eaten by the flames was gone but now he had a new trial to face: The earth's grip.

In the ground, nothing but darkness to stare into, Pravus did think. Perhaps this is the grave I have been seeking? Have I finally lived out my duty? Maybe I should just close my eyes and welcome the peace. He simply closed his eyes and attempted to rest, feeling as though perhaps this was how it was meant to be. In darkness he lay, his mind attempting to finally conceive of the freedom of death.

...

No. His body began to move, to struggle once more, a weapon in each hand. This is no death. My soul has not left this cursed body of mine. My duty is not yet done.

As he realized his time in atonement had yet to be finished he started fighting his way through the mud. Though it pressed upon him with great weight he felt no effort, exerting his full might through the soft, mushy soil. inch by inch, meter by meter he made space enough to move. Where he was moving was unknown. Without a point of reference up and down were now as distinct as the color of his suit in this darkness, which is to say not at all. Whether he was digging to freedom or towards the heart of the earth itself it did not matter. So long as the necromancy which animated him gave him life he would dig until he arrived at a destination.


As the rain of smoke and mud settled on the scene above it was all but apparent there were no survivors, just a ditch where the battle had taken place below. At least, that was until the mud within the ditch began to bulge. A fist literally coated in mud erupted forth, in it's grip the glowing mace of their enemy. The other hand emerged, in it's fist the shovel of the Grave Diggers. Slowly a form rose from the cold sticky ground, something that looked like an earth golem molded into the shape of a beaked scarecrow. This humanoid form began to slowly march it's way straight towards the magus, it's stride rich with determination.

Standing right in front of the magus this tall figure dripping with mud loomed. From within the familiar voice of Pravus rumbled forth. "Can you draw power from this?" His words muffled by the muddied mask but clear enough from the distance he stood from him to be understandable. The arm clutching the glowing mace raised up before the magus. He released his grip on the weapon, allowing the foul weapon to crash back into the mud, splatting some up a bit at the allied spell caster. "If you can... Suck it dry." His words were cold and menacing, more so than usual. He reached up with his now free hand and wiped the mud off the cracked lenses of his mask. He pulled the shards out and discarded them. Now he could see fine and although liquids could seep through the eye holes now the metal bars would still keep weapons from reaching his eyes.


He took a moment to check the damage he sustained from the blast. For the most part it was nothing worth noting. There was one little problem however. Unluckily for Pravus one of his hand's fingers were mangled in the blast. Luckily for Pravus his main hand was mostly undamaged. He had a temporary remedy for this quandary, one that still left something to be desired in terms of combat efficiency but worked which was what mattered. He took a leather strap from his belt container and began to tie his spear to him. He tethered one end to the spear and another he looped through a hole in his chain mail where one of the links had broken, leaving a gap. Now if an enemy happened to knock his weapon from his grasp it would simply dangle at his side, waiting to be used once again.

With great gravitas he slowly turned from the magus to face the swordswoman, her spirit Myon and the monkey.
"Come. The next enemy awaits." With that said he simply walked past, his destination in clear sight.
His next enemy: The metal monster which was disrupting their forces.

(*Lava.)

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"I can't give a pinpoint location. I can see auras and sense life forces. All I can tell you is the general location.... I don't intend to kill it, instead I'm going to maim it. If I get lucky and kill it, then whatever. My name is Aera by the way." The sword wielder said. While a general location would be enough when poking a spear towards it repeatedly, it was too inprecise for what he wanted to do, not to mention he wanted to avoid hitting the masked man who had gone after the rat.

Then the ghost came up from the ground and 'spoke' to Ivan. "Hello, Mistress Aera says the rat is currently underneath her feet. She has an idea she wanted to run by you. Would you be able to channel your magic through the spear so that when Mistress strikes, the magic hits first to weaken and then the spear hits during the weakness. If you are unable to do so, Mistress will strike first so that the rat surfaces allowing you to strike it." The reason why she had send the ghost was clear, the rat was following their conversation from below.

"Well then, I suppose there is nothing we can do besides wait for that rat to resurface. And my name is Ivan, nice to meet you." He said as he walked towards the girl. Just in case the rat was listening to what he said, he didn't want to say anything that it could use to his advantage. He took two of the crystals in his hand and with the help of some ice connected them to the tip of the spear. He then ran his finger over one of them, forming a soft crackling sound of lightning. Hopefully that would convey to the girl what he had done to the spear.

But before either had a chane to do anything against the rat an explosion sounded, flames rose from the tunnel entrance blowing it open for a second before the tunnel collapsed in on itself completely. He assumed both to be dead after the blast, or to be dead as they ere burried alive. But then a bulge of mud rose from the ditch and the rats mace rose forth out of the bulge. "Even this wan't enough to kill that rotten beast?" Ivan thought as the mace rose up from the mud. Quickly thereafter he was set at ease by the rest of the masked man rising fromth ditch, holding the mace of is fallen foe in his hand.

The man walked towards Ivan and as he stood right before him he asked him with a mud muffled voice: "Can you draw power from this?" He then dropped the mace into the mud, causing some of it to splatter onto Ivan. "If you can... Suck it dry." He then followed up with a cold menacing tone. Matching the masked man with an equally cold tone as he slowly picked up the mace Ivan said: "The energy within this mace is a bounty, it will serve me well."

After the man fixed up his mangled finger and fixed the weapon to his mail he turned to the warriors of the group and said: "Come. The next enemy awaits." He then walked on with a gaze set on the metalic creature in the distance. Realising that going into another fight would be a bad idea in his state Ivan spoke to the ghost, swordswoman and the monkey: "I need to go back to the defence line to have a healer check the muscle damage to my arms, but in my current state I won't be able to make it back alone. Would one of you be so kind as to escort me back to the defence line?"

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Aera and Myon conversed for a short millisecond in Aera's mind before doing anything about the coming danger of explosion.

"Mistress! The rat is gonna explode the tunnel! You must leave!"

"Crap! I need to borrow your powers Myon!"

Myon screamed at her Mistress, warning her of the danger in which she is standing on top of. Aera screamed back at her, with a request of borrowing her other half's powers. As she 'thought' with Myon, Aera expended some of her own life force to merge her body with Myon's without her permission. Having gained such a ghostly body, the explosion had no effect on her and simply phased through her.

Seeing as the danger had passed she released her hold on this strange ability. Aera was a bit dizzy having lost some of her own life force. She could feel her heart beat slower and her knees buckled slightly. The spear had gone flying from the blast but ended up behind Ivan, just barely missing him.

"I-Ivan.... before you...siphon the energy out of that mace... shouldn't you protect yourself from it's..corruption? A-After all... It did belong to some rat..."

"I need to go back to the defense line to have a healer check the muscle damage to my arms, but in my current state I won't be able to make it back alone. Would one of you be so kind as to escort me back to the defense line?"

"You are in need of an escort? I'll be glad to help you Ivan! ehehe. "

Myon giggled as she agreed to helping Ivan back to the defense line. Myon seemed...more faded than normal, she didn't seem to notice so maybe it is nothing. Myon hovered next to Ivan and awaited instructions as of what to do next. In the meantime, Aera had followed Pravus. Seems she was determined to fight until her last breath.

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KH4.Z1X


He had issued a challenge and the prey had accepted, charging at him with ignited blade and reckless abandon. The spark fancied himself a roaring flame, he would be shown his folly. He dodged under the charge moments before the attack reached him, bringing up a fist towards his opponents exposed gut with locked elbow, the prey would not survive. However it was not to be, a greater prey had arrived and fastened its hand around his wrist, the blow did not connect however the hidden burst of blue flames projected forth as intended and engulfed the area his original opponent had occupied, before he could react an elbow smashed into his helm and he found himself bouncing along the ground until his fist found purchase and allowed him to halt the movement.

A small crack ran across his visor and extended on to the left side of his helm. When the dust finally settled, the man from earlier stood just in front of the flames, but he looked younger with blonde hair and a lack of facial hair, it was no matter he had an opponent. He analyzed the mans weaponry, two obsidian gauntlets double the size of the mans actual appendages tipped with glowing claws, where the gauntlets ended at the elbow a torrent of pure white energy flowed. Not unlike his own steam did, except it seemed to have another purpose, scales of some description growing across the mans skin from the points the light made contact.

He had the luck of facing Aizen, his enemies leader. It was fortunate luck was not something that even entered his mind.

Hexagons of black ran through his suits arms, copying Aizen's gauntlets and stopping just before his elbows, they were fully re-enforced and the battle was to begin. His opponent made the first move,darting across the battlefield and swinging a fist directly at the hunters helm again, a blow that was returned in sync as a metal arm collided with the mans gut. An audible crack rung out and both opponents were sent back several meters from each other, blood splattered the sands and his helm had caved in at the left cheek.

The two continued to trade blows, fists occasionally colliding and spreading the force out across the terrain, tearing through the sands and glassing the area around them, whirs of steam and pulsations of light flinging around the battle-field every time the two collided, both sent flying and eventually colliding again further away until they arrived in an area away from the battlefield. So that had been his plan, regardless the two stood across from each-other and scans of his opponents vitals showed that he was losing. Aizen had several broken ribs and blood trickled down his fore-head due to a fractured skull, but his own armour was shattered and caved in several places.

The hunters helm was half destroyed and both his right rib-cage and right leg armour had been torn apart. Aizen stood across from him and with a sudden pulsation of light charged, an act that KH4 mimicked with his steam to meet him in the centre of their glass battlefield. The two black gauntlets collided in the centre and parted as Aizen slammed them into the ground, smashing a crater into the glass below and sending shrapnel into both fighters, a gauntlet swung through the dust and was caught by a black metal hand, the blow returned in kind and traded with legs, elbows and eventually a punch that shattered the hunters gauntlet entirely.

Aizen roared once and leaped forward, swinging a fist back-handed towards the hunter, who swiftly leaped into the air and re-enforced his leg in a flash as it slammed down onto Aizen's skull with full force. There was a sickening crunch and roar as the ground around the fighters erupted into the air, he had won, his prey stumbled on what little platform remained and suddenly threw an upper-cut that collided with the helm to shatter its jaw.

Stunned KH4 stumbled backwards, met with a roar as the mans left gauntlet was brought back to slam into his chest, the other meeting his arm, his skull, a knee slamming into his left thigh to give his opponent enough leverage to smash a twisting kick into the hunters jaw that rocked his head backwards. This couldn't be happening, he would not fail, he could beat Aizen! He looked up as his vision cleared and saw a brief explosion of light that engulfed the entirety of the area behind Aizen, before with perfect footing a bent right arm launched itself forward to collide with what remained of his chest armour.

The sands and glass and scorched earth surrounding the far off combatants did not erupt, it simply ceased to be. Obliterated in its entirety aside from a small stone platform that Aizen stood on, his fist still connected to his foe until a shock-wave erupted forth, shattering what remained of his foes armour and sending him flying back into the battlefield with a slicing gust of wind. A black slug-like being colliding with the earth inside a large group of husks, the wind that followed slicing them into mere piles of dark meat.

The leader of The Nameless slowly made his way back to the battle-field, his weapons slowly falling away as chunks of black stone that rolled into the sands he leaped across, and as the last stone hit the earth and he arrived back at the defensive line, the large slug faded out in a blue light.


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Apex frowned to himself as the insect flitted across his vision to land upon his right shoulder, a large slug he knew to be KH4.Z1X, his hunter. Fading into existence upon his palm and with what he could only assume was an apologetic movement, slinking itself into his armour and settling within a small compartment designed like its armour, to perfectly replicate its home environment.

His husks were few in number and spread out, it would not be long before this battle was over and not in their favor. Were it not a loss on his records it would not bother him, this battle was not his after all. He raised a hand to order a halt of his officers and growled "We return to our base, we have lost this battle. However as a parting gift, Raylee, Revive the husks on the left of the battlefield and the right. Bless the current numbers weaponry, I will have them lose more men before this is through." It was little more then a quarter of their number, but it would give them time to Finish off a few more members and leave unabated. The Leonal did as he was commanded and a holy light washed across the battle-field, clinging to the husks weapons and armour as it picked the rest up from their possible third deaths.

The rest of his officers muttered their own distaste but dare not question him, most understood his orders, others simply did not care. The Large Golem Vorin in particular let out a loud rumble that could be mistaken for a cry of attack, leaning down and reaching out from his current position to scoop up his allies and place them upon his chest just below the large crest. They would observe the battle from here before making their way to their masters, mainly for the sake of honor. To leave before the battle was complete was true cowardice.

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Pravus was striding towards the machine that was tearing through their ranks but before he could put his battle plan into action it seemed the apparent leader of this group he was fighting for took the fight into his own hands, quite literally given the weapons. The clashes of the two were sending out powerful blasts which were mutilating the battlefield around them as a result of their conflict. After hits were traded the leader of the forces he fought for this day broke the construct, revealing it's host to be a small slug like creature. The two parted their ways and that was that. No more construct for him to fight.

He looked around at the current situation, evaluating the numbers and strengths of each side in order to determine where he was needed most. Much of the nameless forces were either killed or gravely injured in the chaos of war but the shadow warriors were faring worse than his forces were. Given the current trend in ratio of deaths to kills he estimated that his side would win if they simply kept at the pace they were killing at currently.

What he didn't factor in was the sudden use of magic by one of the remaining lieutenants. The remaining numbers of the husks were enhanced while many of the slain forces rose from the dead to fight once again. The lieutenants proceeded to take to the safety of the golem and watch the battle unfold from above. He wondered why they didn't just start the battle that way, casting from a literal walking fortress while the foot soldiers chopped away at his numbers.

This tactic was not one Pravus was unfamiliar with. In many battles his legion had with necromancers they would throw their disposable minions at his fellow men and resurrect all who die in the battle, giving the necromancer an edge with each death regardless of who dies.

This current tactic did change the dynamic of the battle however. His forces deaths to kills ratio would climb higher given the enemies bolstered numbers. He did wonder about his enemies using divine magic like a necromancer would use their magic but that was a question to be contemplated later, not in the heat of combat.

Pravus felt it would be needed to fight more conservatively since every loss counted a lot more with the current number of enemy shadow warriors being what they were. He spied out in the thick of combat the incubus from earlier being healed by a healer of some sort way too far out into the enemies space. Most of the healers did their healing from behind the lines so the fact one had gone out and put both herself and the victim at risk was simply irresponsible. He was not here to judge though, he was fighting to survive so that he may bury the dead who lost their lives in this battle before moving on.

He trudged on over toward the two. A shadow warrior with the enhanced weapon and armor stepped in front of him for whatever reason was going through it's head. It attacked with a wild overhead swing but he blocked the strike with the middle of his shovel before shoving the attacker almost literally off his feet. He didn't need to defeat their armor in order to defeat them. He just needed to disable them until the defensive line pushed them back up to where he was. From there the answer's simple. Killing more equals better.

Before he arrived at the incubus's location a construct from his own side came forth, using it's elemental abilities to shape metal into an effective weapon, driving off oncoming shadows. It killed many before exhausting itself, something Pravus had as an advantage over it in such regards. After the metal man collapsed from exertion he stepped in to fill in as a defense.

Standing at firm attention in front of the three he fought the shadow warriors away from them, parrying swords and other various weapons with his shovel while striking back with strong thrusts capable of piercing through their flesh and bones in order to help keep a distance between them. Though they came, their weapons strong and their urge to kill stronger he countered ferocity and magic supplementation with skill and tireless strength, weakened as a result of the damage from his battle with the wretched plague beast but still strong enough to kill his enemies, buffs and all.

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"I-Ivan.... before you...siphon the energy out of that mace... shouldn't you protect yourself from it's..corruption? A-After all... It did belong to some rat..." The swordswoman said. Kind words, and wise too. "I'll be carefull with the mace, so don't worry about it." He said in reply.

As the monkey jumped in front of him and the ghost replied: "You are in need of an escort? I'll be glad to help you Ivan! ehehe. " He realised he had plenty of support to get back to the defence line. Though he was unsure if it was wise of the swordswoman to run off after the masked man into battle once more, she seemed to be exhausted and the next time she passes out they might not be able to save her.

"We'll circle around the battle, avoiding most of the enemies, only dealing with single targets as they aproach and trying to avoid getting blocked by groups. Fighting takes time and it's a luxury we don't have, making this the quickest and the safest option." He said to the ghost and the monkey. But before he got a chance to put his plan into motion a bright light washed over the battlefield and raised the fallen husks and enhanced the equipment of the standing husks, blocking the quickest path to the side of the battlefield. As the giant roared at the back of the battle Ivan formed an idea how to clear the blockage. He grabbed the spear that had been flung behind him and trew it at the ground in front of the blockade of husks. "Stand back!" He yelled at the monkey and the ghost as the spear hit the ground and exploded in a massive lightning ball that rolled through the husks. Many of the husks were burned to a crisp and steam rose from the now bone dry ground. It had created a path for them to get out of the encirclement.

"Now." He said as he ran through the newly created gap. Once on the side of the fight he could see scouts roaming around and heading for him. He had expected as much, even a weak, badly armed, but fast scout could land a lucky killing blow. He began running to the defencive line, hoping the monkey and the ghost could deal with the chasing scouts, who were quite a bit faster than him.