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Sloppy is all Talazar could deem his attack. Effective though it was, fast paced and usually one that caught most enemies off guard, the man had thought he'd taken such meticulous care in planning it out, yet it seemed he'd forgotten to factor in several of the most important variables. Cursing silently to himself, Talazar was annoyed to find that his weapon refused to go any further. The boy, he saw, held his sword in such a manner that the man found his scythe locked awkwardly so that Talazar's arm was off to his side, yet the weapon was trying to keep back a boy who was directly in front of the man. Talazar was straining all the muscles in his wrist and shoulder to maintain the proper amount of leverage so that his own weapon wouldn't allow for the boy's to proceed further and impale him, but he knew this match of endurance wouldn't last long, especially not as the three wind blades tore through him, once over the left shoulder and twice along his chest just beneath the first.

Gritting his teeth, Talazar let out loudly what could only be described as a growl. The noise was definitely inhuman as he bit back the need to relieve himself of the pain, to cry out in anger, but he refused to give the boy the satisfaction of hearing that. The man's once strong and firm hold on his weapon faltered as his muscles shuttered, protesting against his need to flex them in order to keep the boy away. His chest stung terribly and just a moment after he'd been hit, Talazar let out another noise though it was more of a gurgling in the back of his throat as his body lurched back slightly and his head came forward, dropping as he went into bloodied coughing frenzy, ceasing only as he began to choke and lose his breath.

He could've countered by now or even before all this had happened, yes, and it would've been so simple. Though the man was locked, that meant the boy was too and there was no way he could've avoided it and kept Talazar in the same position. It seemed however that just as he was thinking this, even through trying to maintain his grip on his weapon and not simply collapse with the pain in his chest and overwhelming blood in his mouth, Raiyn was guessing about it too. Talazar only assumed the boy had seen the sword and the ready position he held it in, and again growled as he found his right arm now trapped in one spot once more by vines, though they were stronger and more numerous. The growl however simply resulted in having to hack out more blood, the glowing crimson splattering down between himself and the boy.

The magic he felt behind him enraged Talazar more. His gaze had locked with the boy for a moment, but now, despite it all, Talazar had to look back. He just caught a glimpse of Nira, gathering all that she possibly could in preparation of fending off Kreon who'd finally decided to make his appearance. What they were saying was unimportant, though Talazar had caught the woman's threat that he didn't deserve to live, and that was enough for him.

Glancing back at Raiyn, he gathered what strength he could as well and just managed to turn ever so slightly, but enough to allow his right leg to come out at the boy. The attack was simply to get him away so that Talazar could move freely again, because frankly is endurance was failing and the way the vines had wrapped around his wrist so tightly would surely either break his bones or cease the blood flow enough so that eventually he'd lose his grip. It was a long shot to get Raiyn away, and yes Talazar was hellbent on destroying him and the Princess, but after a moment of thought, Kreon's death took priority. Even in Talazar's new state, with his torn cloak and bloodied left half of his chest, he'd do all he could to destroy the man. If Nira thought it was time to wage war, he'd be happy to as well.