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by Lobos on Mon Nov 25, 2013 1:34 am
The shoulder impact rocked Jegun, but not so much that his bolt entirely missed. Unknown to Darius, however, Jegun was perfectly cognizant of the end result, for not one set of eyes watched. But two.
Pathetic worm, if that's the best he had.
"Oh, Kyriel?"
Locking us both on our native plane.
"Fool,"
The inner dialogue took such an infinitesimally small instance that Jegun didn't pause, regaining his balance far more quickly than one might expect. At Darius' words, however, he crooked a smile, the frozen aura drawing in closer to him. No more holding back anymore, and he'd wasted enough time on a fool mission that was simply incorrect to begin with. Kyriel was no rogue soul, but an ice elemental, and he was no thief of souls. Just a deliverer.
To the afterlife.
Synchronization.
To an outside observer, one would note that the mercenary's hair seemed to be growing, of his bared teeth, canines lengthened into fangs. Chill mist began to radiate from his very flesh as it cooled further, but most radical was the flesh of his forearms and hands seemed to harden, then become translucent, becoming talons of pure ice. Even to magical sight, it was a terrifying sight to behold, as the souls of elemental and man seemed to push together, altering the whole into something else entirely. Azure eyes gleamed brightly, the curious design on his eyes glowing like stars, as the man was not just a man, but a Stormrider descendant. Embracing that side just as much as the other wrapped about his soul, Lobos had just become far, far more dangerous.
And then he slammed Kan'ya's tip into the hilt of Hyouga, then through it.
Inordinate power simply ripped around him, buffeting the air as he unveiled the truth behind the cutlasses, which was in fact, they were sum parts of a whole. Arcs of electricity spat from the sword's glowing radiance, icy mist shrouding the mysterious weapon for a few moments before these guises too sundered from it. A blade of nearly six feet, slightly curving, the crossguard that of a wolf howling, the pale, subtly sapphire hued blade flickering with internal light sprouting through its jaws. The hilt he held in both hands, spanned for three, an unusual size. A weapon that had no others like it, unique, elegant, beautiful even. But given the wielder...
Rayo Congelada Guadaña was not just deadly. It was an instrument, its song one of slaying.
Worse for Darius, however, was the time it took to complete the alterations. A scant three seconds. The lightest shift of balance, nigh imperceptible, and Jegun's new form shot right and up, smoothly catching himself on the tip of his sword and levering against the building, almost not touching the tips of his feet to it before rocketing across the avenue even faster than he'd perceived Darius's own high speed motion. This time simply striking and kicking off with that same awing speed, he loosed a dozen more bolts of lightning within the span it took to reach the other wall again, this time with focus directing them with his will alone to guide them to the target.
These bolts appeared as though natural lightning, yet would bend to track Darius as he attempted to evade, and as Jegun had launched each at a slightly different vector, the odds of scoring a direct hit were far higher than a stray bolt launched as he was being forced off balance. On completion of this latest maneuver, the man used a spied and utilized flagpole to launch to the rooftops himself, catching the wall with a talon and dragging furrows along it to flip over the edge onto his feet with agile grace. Boots hitting the rooftop in time with the thunderclaps of his lightning, Jegun paused for only a moment to check the end result, baring a grim smile.
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