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Such a sad but fun day, such an interesting but brutal day. Ah...What a day this was...
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Jack slammed his sword upward against Kuίr's. "Don't you dare talk to me as a brother! Nor with our common tongue!" He slammed his foot behind himself, giving him a bit more strength to push with. "We could have had it all, so why did you leave me?" They... he, was so close to his goal. Then they separated.
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Kuίr grumbled. "I see. That is how you see things now. I will kindle the fire that has laid dormant in my heart for too long..." As his sword hit Jack's, he dragged his sword down the flat part of Jack's sword, allowing Kuίr to go in for Jack's side. Kuίr was also trying to contain their destructive power within a small area. It may not look like it, but their swords were a destructive force. Making everything crack and crumble. Their aura alone was enough to do this, so imagine their sword's force.
However as the area continued to crack and crumble, Broken herself remained fixated on watching such a spectacle. It would be interesting to know how far this would go.
From within comes terror dread, crying souls, and restless dead. Heed the warning and begone, else you fall to wrathful song."
The voice that utters these words is not alone, it speaks like a choir of souls, haunting and chilling to the bone. The clashing of blades is as the smacking of sticks in comparasion. The warning is clear, Should the battle continue, then a new foe shall be presented.
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Jack grabbed Kuίr's shoulder, pressing him to the side, giving him enough time to get some distance away from him. "You dare to release him? A mad war dog? You're clearly desperate." It wasn't who Kuίr just released. But whom he released, that would release someone a bit more... unpredictable. Jack knew both of them heard what was just said. But neither of them would break off the fight.
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"Mad war dog? I'm sure he feels insulted right now. Let me show you the arts of war, accuser!" Kuίr, or rather, someone who was in Kuίr, began to overpower Jack's strength rather easily. He slammed his sword against Jack's, pressing Jack further into the open field. It didn't look like the man was even taking a step. "It's in the air, so get your head right. Or else it'll take you in a heartbeat."
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Jack stumbled backward as he feet skidded across the ground backward as well. "It's over when it's over." Jack slammed forward, growling.
Good or bad, happy or sad. She enjoyed it all with a smile. And right now she was watching two 'brother' fighting with what they have. Desperation...Power...War...Ah...She wondered what would interrupt now.
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Jack smirked. As he moved to the side, so did the sword. And as the sword approached him, Jack hopped to the side, spinning about just as the sword turned around. Jack grabbed the handle, throwing it straight back at Kuίr. "You've used that on me before. Perhaps you should use some new tactics."
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Of course, it was Kuίr's sword, so it wouldn't be hard for him to grab it. But, he grabbed the tip of the sword. And the force of impact was enough to shatter the barrier, and it did. Strong gusts of wind would blow out in every direction. Shaking anything it touched.
From within the storm came a burning light. It was green, but not the green of verdant growth or health, but a sickly, dappled green of decay and dying things. This light stepped from beyond the storm, and formed into a humanoid body, made from the bones of dead things, covered over with bark, moss, and made animate by vines, roots, and plants that pulled, acting as the creatures muscles.
From other places in the wind wall, yet more of these wretched things stepped forth, until the combatants and the broken one found themselves surrounded by an every growing army of dead, decaying things.
From the thousands of bony throats issued a voice, a choir both ghastly and mesmerizing. "Warned and told you were, heed the land or be destroyed. Heed it not be your answer, death be your reward." The musical, oddly accented words preluded the attack of the dead things. They rushed forward with reckless and heedless abandon, seeking to overwhelm with numbers, and bury all under a mountain of death and decay.
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Jack's alignment was always on and off. Now he was how he use to be. But from once before.
Only one could be good, and only one could be an unimaginable evil.
Jack stumbled backward, trying to keep his distance from the sudden being. "Kuίr, what did you do?" He regripped his sword which appeared in his hand. But if he was good now. That only meant Kuίr was the opposite. Now Jack would begin to worry. Kuίr hadn't been down that road in an eternity.
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Kuίr continued to move backward, giving him open ground. "My oh my. I've been gone for an eternity... and so much has changed." He seemed the same, yet he was different now. This was the man whom William wanted dead. "Let me teach you a lesson on manners, being." Kuίr repositioned himself, bringing up his hand. "I seem to lack... magic. Valvik, how long has it been since I tried to use my powers?"
'Approximately five billion years. Or trillion. Or even higher. It's hard to tell in a place where time doesn't move that much.'
"That long? I wonder what I was doing during that time. I'll just have to go with a dramatically weaker spell." But that also meant repositioning himself. Which he ended up doing. "Crack open the Rift, consume my heart and soul. Give me thy strength. Thy marrow. Plead for the cries of the innocent, and the blood of the merciless. This is my decree. And my decree alone." Out from the ground came a grey-ish liquid, wrapping itself around Kuίr entirely.
Let us give them a fight they shall never forget.
The air became thin, almost as if the air itself was being vacuumed away somehow. "Let me rip from you everything you have. Your entire being. I will have it all..."
The strange being, one that was green like decay. Aged and old, rotting...dead...And with it a swarm of the dead and decayed beings. What a situation indeed, and here she was surrounded, unarmed and not armored in the slightest. "Oh dear...This is...Something...Fufufufu..." She giggled a bit as she sat up, body flickering as she did.
It looked like Kuir was more than eager to fight this massive swarm. Along with Jack. What a show...This was reaching a bloody halfway point from what things looked like. But what could she do to get out of danger she wondered..."Oh dear...If only two brave knights...C̵̘̤̱͔̦͔̖͓̞͂̆̃̔͌̀͠͠u̸͖͍̬̣̗̼̼͍̓ȓ̷̡̛͉̹̦̥̫͖̮͎͖͈̘̏̓̆̀̓̐̇͗̎͒͠r̵͍̘̝̜̠̩̭͍̂̑̊͐̇͑̇̈́͆̈́̿͂̉͘̚ȩ̵̧͎͚̊̓͐̿̋̅͝ṉ̵̡̯̞͔̮͙͕̙̽̇̋̓̈̊̎͝t̷̨̩͙̮͈̭̱̗͎̱̫͐̚͜͝l̵̢̧̮̥̼̥͚͙̹͖̫̭̲̝̱̿͋y̶̨̧̙̞͔̠̜̻̩͍͉͚̞̮͋̉͌̈́͛̅ ̷̹͓̬͂̓̿̈́́̏̋͛̽̕͝͠͝ũ̵͖̍̽̑͌͑̔̃͌͒̃́͠n̵̡͔̖̼̩͎̘̲̬͍̾̀͛́̐͐͗̓̀͜͠ͅd̵̡͚͚̟͙̐̉͛̀̓̍͗̾̂̈̓ë̵̡̛̬̦͕̝̣̰͈͚͖̹́̌̒́͝r̶̨̧͉͓͓̮̱͕̼̣͍͗́͐͂ ̸͖͍͖̼̬̺͕͊͛̆͋̈́̑̀̌͠͠ͅä̸̧͉̜̱͙́͋͘̚͠ ̷̧̧̜̺͚͕̲̳̟̞͎͓̘̿̃̀̃̊̕s̷̛̱͎̟͕̝̰̤͆p̷̡̜̰͓̣͓̲̗̹͈̪̳̪͇̀̔́͛̐̽̔͂̈́ͅe̷̡̢̨͙̭̰̯̮̠̱̮͈͒̎̀̄̔̈́̚̕l̸̺͈̞͇͇͎͈̔̌̇͊̿͗̈́̋̽̑͝l̴̼̼̜͓̟̯͑̾̎̅̅̄̍͂̒́̓́̋̽͘͜.̴̢̨̨̧̠͉̰̳̟̤̤̺͌̆̆̊̈́̒̓̍̅̋̋̈́͜.̷̧̬̥̲̖͙̲̥́̌̊́͒͒͗.̸̧̭̼̦̺͈͈̭̝̠̇́̐͘͜ ̶̨̪̯̪̗͔̻̩̫̂̑́͗͜Could come and protect me...Fufufu!" Broken giggled as Shen looked at the two people who were sitting on The sides.
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"Oh Jack, shut up." Kuίr, or rather a shell until Kuίr was done in being wrapped in the greyish liquid, seemed to take his place. "Everyone knows that talking can settle differences. It's just that we like fighting out our differences." He looked down upon the being and Jack with a condescending look. "But anyhow. Trejik and William can fight it until I feel it has reached my standards of acknowledgment." He couldn't help but giggle. That was partially the reason why he didn't fight it. The other reason was that he was gaining his power back. But he wouldn't get it all back just within a few hours. It'd take weeks, possibly. Or even years.
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Trejik forced himself to stand. He didn't know why he was drained and laying down. He didn't recall anything. "William, what happened?" He stumbled down, his right ear perking up from hearing Broken talk. "Of course. Us brave knights will come to your rescue." Trejik said sarcastically as he felt William place his hand on his shoulder.
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"We didn't finish our fight..." William's voice seemed so unlike him. His eyes were a lifeless grey, gleaming with a dark light. "Us... brave knights can rescue her once I achieve the satisfying accomplishment of beating you." William slammed his left hand into Trejik's back, making Trejik go stumbling forward at Broken. "Beating you..." One could only think that now Kuίr was back at his natural state, that he was leeching off of William's desire and pride.
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Somewhere off in a distant land far from Terra, two groups of superhuman beings warred. The UGN and False Hearts. One sought to bring the existence of the superhuman beings into the public's attention, while the others intended to keep it a secret. Both sides had their reasons for fighting, their reasons for believing what they did, however in the end none of it mattered...
Tyrfing, a legendary artifact fell into the possession of one of the UGN turncoats who were allied with False Hearts. This artifact was a Renegade Being taking the form of the powerful sword of legend, and its power stretched beyond simply existing as a sword to be used. It fed off of the emotions of those who possessed it, and brought their innermost desire out. When Saori "Silent Sheep" Yagumo came into contact with the blade, her desires of stopping bloodshed between the UGN and False Hearts was revealed for what it truly was: eradicating both opposing forces and leaving only chaos to exist. Destroying her consciousness and replacing it with Tyrfing's own, Saori was replaced with Blood Rain - a powerful Overed who has just gotten off a high due to slaughtering both the UGN and False Hearts together, and bringing her own world into chaos. Now, her next target was Terra. However, it has been forever since Blood Rain has fought, and admittedly she's gotten rusty at it...
The present...
Blood Rain dragged Tyrfing within her hand across the ground, dirt and grass kicking up behind her as the sharp blade scraped at the surface of the ground. Her steps were slow and methodical, the feeling of this land...it didn't have the same empowering feeling as her own world. Renegade Material wasn't in the air like it was there...in fact, she was the only one here letting off such a thing with every step. On the one hand, it meant she wasn't as strong. On the other hand...others could potentially become Overeds like her because of this, or the birth of new Renegade Beings could come about. So long as she spread Renegade Material, that could be accomplished. Still...Tyrfing wished for blood to coat its blade. Battle. And that's what she had to find. Slaughtering helpless animals wouldn't do, and wouldn't satisfy the sword. Only a fight where it could sink its 'fang' into the opponent's gut would satisfy it.
And so she searched, looking for people. People she could lay waste to.
Kytrax touched down on Terran soil, his attention brought to the planet by the chaos abundant across its surface; which meant one thing. Money.
his helm seethed out air, decompressing and equalising to that of terra's standard atmosphere and opening up the faceplate; splitting and rising angular away from one another.
before he could leave the port, his attention was snatched by reports of some kind of being decimating one of the continents of Terra, placing the terror in Midland. deciding he'd investigate he turned made for his ship and took back off heading for low atmo and travelling across the planet.
Present time.
the scanner would pick up the lone Blood rain, as he piloted his ship overhead, and so Kytrax would set the craft down some distance away, close enough that he'd find the target quickly but far enough away that the ship wasn't in risk of theft or damage in any fighting that may come.
twelve minutes pass and heading down the boarding ramp, he was ready for combat, clad in his medium battle armour and wielding his heavy mass accelerator rifle at rest, he marched until he saw the sword-carrying... child? a child was causing havoc. well, it wasn't the first time.
Kytrax moved closer to investigate and stopped just short of twenty foot from the strange child. "are you alright? where are you from?" the voice modulator in the helmet distorted Kytrax's voice almost making it monotone.
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"I am fine. I'm Blood Rain. You're in my way...and like everything on this wretched world, you'll burn with it."
[Blood Rain initiates combat, roll initiative to determine turn order]
Draco stood on the command bridge of his newest toy, a Claw-Class frigate. A space-faring vessel only a couple hundred meters in length, and a mere 100 meters tall at its tallest. It was sleek and conservative in design, similar to a baton or dagger in its sheath. It had one large canon, around which the ship was built. It fired Corrupted Light-Fire rounds similar to Draco's Drakon-Class air-ship, only instead of twelve forty-inch barrels, it was a single two-meter barrel the length of the ship. What happened whe it was fired not even Draco knew yet, yet at present he was in no rush to find out. Instead he would rather bide his time, and remain hidden.
His usual Stark Black military uniform conplete with flowing Overcoat looked crisp and fresh as usual. The Crimson highlights and seams glowed dimly with his eyes, and slicked back obsidian hair rounded out his now scarred, yet stern and still youthful face. His last battle with the Emperor of Mankind, and the Imperium by extention, had cost him more than he cared to admit. But he survived, grew smarter, and by extentionz more dangerous and powerful. Glowing red eyes filled with pride scanned the horizon, and for a moment, the Dragon of Death allowed himself to enjoy the sight of the sun rising over the Collenham Mountains.
Clasping his hands behind his back, he reached out with his senses, his magic, and retrieved a magical layout of the land. Who could use magic, how powerful they were, and how much of a threat they were to him. His hopes of World domination were over now; At least, on this world. He'd find somewhere else. Closing his eyes, he searched further and deeper. There was something.... familiar just on the edge of his senses. Something he hadn't sensed since he was a hatchling....
His eyes shot open, sweat beading down his forehead as he breathed heavily, fear overtaking is usually stern demeanor as he took a step back. The ship around him shook with his fear, and the shadows in the whole land shook intensely.
"Dask...." he gasped out. Mother. It wasn't possible! He killed her merely a couple thousand years after hatching! Destroyed her entirely! How in the unholy hell was she still alive? "Light be Damned.... it's... not possible." he thought as he fought to keep his composure now. The ship stopped shaking, and its stealth remained untouched for now. Moving to his throne but twenty paces behind him, he sat, and burried his head in his hands in thought.
How was this possible?
coming from somewhere deep within the Collenham Mountains, elsewhere on Aslund.
Sol and Terra seemed tethered together by a thin, bright, green string.
"You are very patient and gracious, to not smite me where I stand."
The two Elder Dragons stared at each other. Irral, the Dragon Champion of Light. Light's first born Son, and most powerful Champion of her will. Draco, Lord of Darkness, corrupted and healed by his own magic, powerful well beyond his years. Each wore his armor - Irral's own armor a crisp Alabaster and Gold, pure and radiant, and Draco's dark, brooding armor of Midnight Black and Blood Red. Their weapons were sheathed, but were ready to spring into action at a moments notice.
"You by now have sensed it yourself." Draco started. "She is back."
Irral nodded slowly, his eyes searching for the slightest movement from Draco that would denote an attack. So far he saw none. "I have. Your mother's return is troubling. More so if it worries you, who already killed her so many years ago." he stated.
The landscape around them rumbled with their combined presence, and then silenced. The grassland they'd met in very literally portrayed the differences between them. One one side, where Irral stood, the grass was tall, golden, and the flowers were in full bloom. A deer pranced away in the distance. Where Draco stood, the grass lay dead against the earth. Blackened as if burned, the flowers were wilted, a deer lay dying from corruption.
"What would you have me do? Join you in a crusade against your own mother? Only for you to do what? Stab me in the back at the end of the battle? Corrupt my soul again and once more turn me into a grieving, disease-ridden, disgusting human?" Irral's temper flared, and a breeze shook the grass around him.
Draco was silent for a moment before speaking in answer. "No. I would have you finish her off if I am unable to do so myself. Swoop in at the last moments of my life, purify my own soul before killing her. At least that way I can die in peace, rather than decompose, and exist as a soul once more until I find a suitable host once more, or my body regenerates."
Draco's own cursed abilities not only corrupted everything around him, it corrupted him as well. As a result, he was unable to die through non-holy or purifying means. His body and soul each could be torn asunder, beaten back into nothing, and destroyed in their entirety. He would still survive, and continue to spread his influence until he is cleansed of his own corruption, and allowed to finally die.
The Wolf Queen didn't want her pet to die so easily when she granted him his powers. She did a fantastic job of doing so. Too well. He inevitably killed her, too, and even went on to face The Light herself, his body and soul being separated for a million years before he was powerful enough in his Ethereal body to break the sealing magic around his body, and inhabit his shattered, empty husk of a carcass once more.
Irral considered the Shadow Dragon King's offer, and then nodded. "Very well. I shall inform the All-Mother of your decision. In the mean time, expect to be watched. You will not receive help from the Guardians of Light, nor should you expect any. In such a time that you are near death, I will cleanse you of your corruption, and allow you to pass on. But it will not be peaceful."
"Then we are agreed. Farewell, Champion of Light."
"Farewell, Cursed Shadow King."
Irral vanished in a flash of glorious, beautiful golden light, and Draco melted in upon his own body, a puddle of black sludge forming as his form melted into the landscape. The sludge then sank into the earth, leaving that particular area entirely dead, while the wildlife and rest of the world began to recover immediately.
A deal between two great Elder Dragons was made. But only time would tell if it would be honored.