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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 6:10 pm
"C'mon now...get off of me damn it..." The static bindings Will slithered over to Timothy were doing well in keeping him restrained upon the face of the cliff. The metal that kept the Herald bound to the surface was doing just as well a job of preventing him from falling into the sewage below. Gradually, the electromagnetic wonder began to free himself from the bindings of the black lightning that held him firmly. Just as slowly, he began to walk back towards the top of the cliff. A few of the remaining people gazed over the cliff as if they were staring down into the grand canyon or something similar to it. Their expression were different than before. No longer were they cheerful. Their twisted face were everything but human. "...I'm not going to be sacrificed today..."
More and more the Herald battled against his restraints as the sound of flapping wings grew closer and closer. Timothy didn't have the time for this. If he were to be saved from falling into the sewer below, he'd have to walk up the cliff face with haste. Right now, haste was but a snail's pace. Adding to his dismay were small pieces of rock that would occasionally fall from the ceiling of the church. They'd jar his concentration and cause him to almost fall down into the river of trash below. Then, again, there was the gazing of the people above him that simply...just creeped him out on different levels. Still, on the pallid haired fighter pressed on.
Timothy could admit now that what was driving him was just a desire to kill Will now. The people that were around were under his spell. Maybe even he was. If that was the case, when they were freed, their first and last glimpse when they return to sanity will be him. It was something that the Herald now looked forward to with the same anticipation a child might look forward to presents on Christmas Eve. The sound of wings flapping had died down and now footsteps could be heard. The sound of the crumbling structures had all but drowned the sound out. It was Will and he was close. "A refreshing bath? The only thing I need is--" When he took away the piece of cliff Tim was standing on, the Herald fell silent and then fell downwards into the crevice. His still restrained body smacked against the opposite wall and hit a small perch that his weight sent him sailing on through. After that, he fell against the wall on which he stood and finally ended up in the river of trash he'd been avoiding this entire time.
The restraints had been beaten off by the rocks his body smacked against on the way down into canyon-like opening. He was free to move, but his body protested even the thought of a muscle movement. His mind did as well. The fall had taken more than just energy out of him. He was dazed, dizzy even and in more pain than he'd been in in a long, long while. It was reminder of his mortality. A reminder he found himself smiling at as the liquid waste encompassed half his laying, uncharged body. Light blue eyes inspected what seemed to be stars now. It was only the eyes of the people that were staring down at him with those same, unrelenting eyes.
Timothy had to move. He had to get up. Laying there wasn't going to win the fight and neither was taking a nap which was all he wanted to do at this point thanks to the damage done to him. His one arm lifted and his fingers spread out, then fell to his side weak and limp. What his hand landed upon though wasn't another sharp rock like the ones beneath his back. No, this wasn't thick. It was scaly even. The battered man turned his head, the muck sticking to his hair, and found a bible at his side. There were a bunch of them and they all had metal buttons on them to keep them closed. The bottom of the ridge was covered in bibles similar to this. A smile formed on the bruised lips of the little man. He knew that this would be his last a final card to play.
Using his magnetism, a power that he had to regain control of thanks to his fatigue, he lifted most if not all of the bibles from the bottom of the cliff. There were big ones and small once and some that were in a different language. After lifting them, he inspected the number by attempting to make out what was past the books. The sky was almost blotted out by these little guys. With his reserves running dangerously low, Timothy lifted his hand again and shot all of the bibles into the air. The all flew from the crevice in a spouting fashion and flew in different directions upon exit. The elder Herald knew that even with all of his power, Will have some trouble getting past this. If couldn't, then it would be the end of the road for the blonde devil.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 7:00 pm
((Will))
And so the light bulb of a Tim fell and fell into the sewage river of Styx. The devil did not approach the edge to watch his junior fall. He could hear the impacts, and he could technically "see" through the people in the area, especially those that Tim found staring down at him from the edge. In fact, some of them just happened to fall down with Tim, unintentional sacrifices for their master. Unlike Tim, they really had no chance of surviving the fall or bouncing off walls, but somehow they could still move and slowly move. They did, slowly getting up and circling around Tim. One of them had so many broken bones he moved ridiculously strangely yet managed to keep standing. Because their vision had been corroded by the acidity of the sewage, they could not see the Bibles for what they were. Similarly, because the cliff was jutting out, those above could not clearly see that Bibles littered the ridge below the cliff.
The blonde elder was keeping away from the edge because it would be significantly harder for him to get back up without his wings, and he didn't want to waste energy going down and back up. Let Timothy crawl back to him and attack from below. In this situation, the height difference should have given Will an advantage, but he did not expect the Bibles that would come.
"I will open the gates of hell for you...Tim...one way or another..." the Satan Owl spoke clearly in his deeper commanding tone as his body finally began to put on a layer of thin black armor. "Is that really all you have, Tiny Herald? Staying down there forever to rot? I don't remember having such a weakling of a servant..." William DeScythe was taunting Timothy Av Choque. He wanted a response and for the Herald to get back up to his level and he knew he would get one. But by taunting him, he knew he would motivate his opponent more. Truth be told, William DeScythe almost always stayed out of his Satan form unless a sufficient challenge arose or unless he was requested to as he had been earlier in the previous roleplays.
Will realized it too late as the puppets below got close enough to Tim with their blurred vision. They leapt for Tim, but the Herald had already launched the Bibles. Hmph... not bad... The puppets still on the cliff moved backwards toward Will and attempted to block some of the Bibles. The devil himself grunted. It was all maneuverability here. His powers could not affect Bibles. As if to make sure, the devil launched a meshed wave into the air, which dissipated immediately upon contact with just one Bible. Thus, the dodging game began as Will attempted to break more structures and send debris to divert the Bible projectiles and dodge as much as he could manage. But there were too many, a fact that Will didn't bother thinking about. His concern was dodging them. Well, well, who the f**k would have known there would be so many down there.... Indeed, if they were in the sewage, the Bibles would have to be corroded, but these Bibles were quite distinguishable.
At last, William DeScythe faltered, though still with a demonic smirk, as he missed a crucial Bible....which nailed him in the face. The black lightning in the area immediately disappeared as if it never existed, and the black armor shattered. The puppets below in the sewage by Timothy dropped dead as they should have been from the fall...but those up on the cliff still remained the same. Will had permanently trapped them and corrupted their minds. Another second later found the devil on the ground twitching and completely open to attack...at least until the Bible slid off his face. That wouldn't be for another few seconds though, and even then, the devil would need some time to recover and regain his bearings. Unlike his counterpart, Satan's ultimate weakness was skin contact with a Bible, and it was life threatening.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:35 pm
Timothy's attention was glued to the soldiers of Satan while they fell to what would've and probably should've been their deaths. Curiously, he continued to stare. Like the reanimated cadavers they obviously were, they arose and began to walk over to him. Probably to finally kill him on Will's behalf or just scare him to death with their unnervingly soulless glares. The latter would've been far more painful to Tim than the former. When they fell to the ground lifeless and this time dead as they should've been, the fallen demigod felt relief on many different levels. There was no time to savor it though. As he told himself before, he had to move. The waste was acidic and much like Che and his son, he greatly valued his hair.
The falling of the men and woman had to mean that something up top had to have occurred and in Tim's favor. He couldn't see it, but he knew it. He could feel it...something had happened to Will and now, he had to capitalize. As he told himself again and again, he had to move. His body ached and and fought back with the threat of pain but onward the Herald force himself. He was able to roll onto his knees. Each motion caused him to yell out in pain until finally, he collapsed tiredly upon a rock nearby. Timothy's body was fighting against him now in this dire moment. His element wouldn't activate due to his lack of energy and his legs were too weak at this point to simply bound him up and over the cliff. He was stuck in this pile of muck unable to approach this moment and clench it with tenaciously with an iron grip. The man, the Owl that was now reduced to the stature of a human was stuck unless he could think of a way to lift himself.
In the river of trash was...trash. Alot of it. Waste byproducts, discarded cell phones, games, televisions, cans and many, many varieties of batteries. The stench of it was sharp, pungent...putrid above all. This was no place for a Herald yet it was here that Timothy, leader of the Heralds, was reduced to. Although filled with joy from being freed from the river, he was almost moved to tears due to his inability to fight on. The elder was born an intelligent, yet reserved person, but his time as a Herald has hardened him into a cold, calculating leader. It was second nature to him now to fight. "C'mon body...move...please move...." He sighed once, shook his head and sighed again from the reminder that even a motion such as a nod would hurt him. He needed a way to lift himself. As more and more batteries and cellphones came along, he began to realize that his way out was right in front of his dodger blue eyes.
Calling on the alkaline metal in the batteries and the wiring in the cellphones and televisions, Timothy crafted a pair of impressive, but gaudy and odorous wings. The metal caps from discarded pens, the silver in the jewelry tossed aside by angry couples or nervous dates...the metal he'd used to craft his arm in his fight against were all contributions to the improvised appendages. Lastly, there was the man himself who simply needed to stand up. The wings gave no extra weight due to them being suspended in air by his power. His body whined in agony, but the Herald fought through it with all of his might. The palms of his hands were bleeding due to the digging of his nails into them. When he arose to his feet and almost fell again, he took it upon himself to fortify the wings using the iron in the dead people's bodies. Looking up woozily still, Timothy's wings began to flap. The clanking and scratching that arose from the joints were like the inner workings of a faulty steel mill or an old smog producing factory.
When the elder Owl arose above the cliff to find Will laying there, he grinned a bloody grin and nodded as his avian-esque wings steady flapped. "This place will not be my grave. That I--I can assure you." Timothy's body, as Will could see was defeated, but his powers were still there. They were fueled by his resolve. No longer was Timothy a servant to the Great Four. After this, he would need only to kill the Life and Death Owl to secure his position as a singular entity free of control. "I'm not your servant. I'm nothing to you or the son of your student nor his friend Death. I am...I am free. Finally.....free...." The pale man landed and fell to his knees again. His wings broke apart and each piece came crashing down to the ground in a loud, broken clang. The wings were no longer needed. The white haired fighter was free of his restraints. Now there was just him and Will. To start the final moments of the Satan Owls life off, he pulled the bible that had just fallen off of his face back onto the side of his head. A few more were called over and they were placed in different areas around the Satan Owl.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:47 pm
Kate left her own clones to deal with Acelyn's. She wasn't going to bother fighting all of them at once by herself anyway as that would just be stupid. But all of them using the same exact attack that Acelyn used? Now who was the one trick pony? The one clone Kate did have to deal with was the single one that was throwing multiple tendrils at her. Kate began to dodge, moving swiftly and gracefully as if dancing. Of course, it could be construed that she was dancing with death right now but this wasn't really a new sensation to Kate. One or two tendrils actually cut her arms, but it didn't hurt very much. She needed a way to slow the liquid metal down or she could very well end up dead here, and that was not something Kate waas willing to do.
"Eternity: Graviton." Kate murmured. The spirit she just summoned was a fictional character that appears in comic books published by Marvel Comics. He had the ability to manipulate gravitons (the subatomic particles that carry the force of gravitational attraction) and anti-gravitons (similar particles but with opposite force and spin of gravitons). This character/spirit immediately began increasing the gravitons around Acelyn and her clones. Making it hard for any one of them to move at high speeds. This made dodging attacks much easier for Kate. It wouldn't matter how much Acelyn increased the amount of her 'blood' as Graviton would expand the gravitational influence to include it. Kate then used this new opportunity to attack Acelyn directly. "Eternity: Thor." The Norse god of thunder materialized behind Acelyn, his hammer raised above his head. This summoned a massive lightning strike from the sky down towards Acelyn. Metal conducted electricity, so maybe it would hurt Kate's talkative opponent.
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((Working on a post for Rage. I promise I will have one up soon!))
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 9:09 pm
Acelyn let the lighting hit her, but threw her hands in front of her before it did. The electricity redirected through her arms and down the metal she was able to lay down before the attack. Afte the blue sparks had left her body she jumped off to the side and stood back up. Even if there were some gravity issues Ace wasn't feeling them. The metallic girl moved slower, but thanks to her ever changing body weight she stayed on the ground. Though she gave Kate credit for the attacks, she knew her power and it was a decent one. Shaking out the static that was left in her metal body, the blonde walked towards Kate, knowing that hand to han was going to be her only way out now.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 2:36 am
Rikka!!!!
Kojiro chased the pawprints left by the beast, but with no avail, he made a turn and just as quickly as he has moved a head, the prints vanished, he knelt down to look closer at them, "Dammit!" he growled as he slammed the snow,"...I swear Cerberus...I will hunt you down and kill you like the dog you are if you do anything to her...." he thought inwardly, he wanted to believe no harm would come, but at this point, his trust for anyone was frail, if not non-existent. He knew he could not spend anymore time looking for his friend, he turned his attention back to finding Raven, just as quickly as his chase ended, he desperate search had ended, fighting was at every corner, but the air around Kojiro became cool, a frigid air that travelers in blizzards would feel, those that prayed its escape begged for the merciful hands of death to drag them away, this same air found itself in Kojiro's hands and in his aura. Rikka, the only living that had stayed by Kojiro's side was now gone, nothing was driving Kojiro to restrain this aura anymore, in fact, the enveloping solitude was pushing Kojiro sanity, perhaps this harsh cold was more of a gift...watching people die seemed to be all his life entailed...Is it what he wanted?....is this what his power was telling him?!....A...A guilty pleasure?!...Was it all his fault?...Did he actually want all this to take place?!...Could he truly be enjoying the blood spilling on the ground? Perhaps he was kidding himself the whole time...Perhaps....perhaps....
Kojiro placed his hands on his face...
...He could not feel it...no warmth, no sensation of life....just pressure...he was completely numb.
"I'm losing myself...I have a task at hand"
The light snow crunched underneath Kojiro's feet as he moved swiftly through the city, keeping his mind on the job at hand was his lifeline. Blinded by the fog of war he needed to maintain direction...or risk loosing himself to such misdirection...he was just Kojiro...and that was not going to change.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 5:28 pm
((Will and Cerbs - What do all of Maha's characters and he have in common? They value their hair.))
The Bible had slid off Will's face, but he had still been twitching as he lay there on the ground helpless. The landscape around him was scattered with Bibles, more potential weapons to use against. As he heaved and gasped to catch his breath, Tim arrived. Finally. The clanking and clacking of the metal wings had been a horrendous cacophony, sh*t to a music virtuoso such as William DeScythe.
The flames around the ruins of the church still burned brightly, illuminating the church ruins and casting strange shadows on the ground even as the blonde lay there wounded. The devil smirked in between his gasps and managed a chuckle. ~Took you long enough, kid.~ he spoke telepathically to the Herald, not responding to Tim's adamant declaration that the ruins of the church would not be Tim's grave. ~...servant.~ he added after a moment even as Tim began to place Bibles back onto Will. ~....ahaha...nothing, you say. Contradicting yourself again. You are still something to yourself... and to me, you're still a f**king pawn....~
The devil couldn't do anything to resist. He could only lay there like a sitting Daryle duck. Yet the demonic angelic smirk remained on his face, even as he started twitching again uncontrollably as the seizure response to the Bibles began again. His eyes were soulless and almost held the same expression as the puppets who had chased after Timothy; his eyes stared at the Herald. The Satan Owl, the lord of chaos, was dying...yet he didn't seem concerned. ~You still keep falling for it. You're right where I want you to be...Now don't go ruining the plan by letting old Tom kill you....then you'll never be free...~
The twitching was lessening...
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:26 pm
(I would say, "Not Thomas", but according to Scythe, "Nah, he'd care if he lost his hat..that's his real hair.")
One after another, the Herald slid bibles to the body of the fallen angel's body. The two bibles in contact with the sides of his head alone was enough to keep him perfectly still throughout all of this. His telepathic abilities were now a slave to his final sentiments. The blonde wasted no time in delivering them and in response, Timothy remained silent. What Will didn't know but probably would in the coming moments was that Timothy, at a point in his life, respected him and even looked up to him as a kind of twisted role model. The relationship between the Herald leader and the Owl of Satan wasn't as strong as Che's was with him. Still, Timothy acknowledged that there used to be a connection between the two of them. Thanks to his ideals and his findings, that bond was severed and ultimately, it led to this very moment. The Herald was both saddened at the coming loss, but he was relieved that it was something he'd no longer have to worry about afterwards.
When the last bible was dropped onto Will's chest, Timothy approached him, his legs wobbling in a debilitated manner with each simple step. It took all of the ghostly pale man's concentration to keep him from falling. Half of it was fear of the people that still stared at him accusingly. They had all the right to. Despite that, whatever their sentiments may be, the devil was going to die. ~I know my place in this game...this ridiculous farce you, Thomas, Noel and Gale put together.~ Whether or not this was Tim accepting that he was still indeed a pawn in the game of killing Thomas would never be known. It wasn't as if it mattered either. Pawn or not, he wasn't going to quit until he achieved his goal...a goal shared by many. ~Don't worry. I won't be dying to anyone soon. Not even that sick son of a b***h Thomas. A fate similar to this awaits him...~
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The lavender eyes of the insightful Life Owl remained connected studiously to the fight between Thomas and Cheani, his father. Again, the young Italian noted that Che wasn't fighting as efficiently as he could've been. Hell, only his arms and legs were surging with the element Roulin knew would oust most, if not all of Thomas's approaches. The distaste and the confusion that nestled into his calmed mind only arose but in small increments the longer he watched the two men go at it. Off to the side were their lady friends who were more or less at each others throats. They were far more entertaining than the Texan and the Mastering Owl, but even with all of their tenacity, they could hold his interest for as long as a single word from his sworn enemy could. The voice of the blonde terrorist echoed through the air, catching his ear and beckoned him to face her. With no hesitation, he did so and with an imperious grin.
"Airmail can be faster I guess. I apologize for the late arrival then." Roulin spat over his shoulder, exhaled a somewhat bated breath, then flexed his hands that were growing colder and slightly numb from biting winds that blew oh so fierce and relentless. Only for a brief moment did the Owl look away from the approaching woman. Though uninterested, he wished to keep progress with the fight going on behind him only for Che, the man he'd speak to privately later on. When his amethyst gaze returned to her, he snickered and his conceited smirk faded into something a bit more humble. In the presence of the deadly beauty, there was always something that would return him to Earth no matter how far above Raven he felt. Maybe it was the cold air that nipped hungrily at him like a cracking whip. Maybe he was sick and the coughing fits hadn't set in yet. "Hm? Yeah, I bet." agreed Roulin with a nod as he leaned against the lampost once again. "Then again, most music would be soft to someone like you Cathy. Where the world is just treble, you are the bass. No wonder the neighbors want you dead."
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~Freedom.~ Timothy murmured in a message to Will that would reverberate in the dying man's head similar to the fashion a pond's surface would ripple when a rock skipped it. The electromagnetic elder looked down at the Satan Owl from his height. The light blue orbs that once burned angrily with rage were now simply frozen jewels that held a tempered sadness. Hints of remorse sparkled through the sapphire windows to his half satisfied, half-pained soul. Leaning forward, the Herald lifted a bible and inspected it in the moonlight. The golden lettering of the black book shined with an unimpressive and dull luster. Ironically, it were these little story books that proved to be his key to this long, arduous battle. ~Freedom, as glorious as it is, shouldn't have come at this price Will. Freedom for me or you shouldn't have come at this price.~ Timothy was referring to this war...
~I'm sorry Will. For Noel, for you and myself.~ It had been well over a century since Timothy used any form of sincerity with Will besides the death threats. As the tossed the bible back onto the pile, he snapped his fingers and a spark of electricity danced until it reached the leather strapping of another. In just moments, the first book burned which lead to the burning of another, then another and another. ~After killing Thomas, I'll be free from your influence. Until then, I'll accept your final task. Have peace in Hell.~ Having no more business here, Timothy stood once more and proceeded to walk toward one of the handmade exits of the church. The fight was done, so was he.
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"I wouldn't say "changed". I mean, I still want you dead, so I haven't changed too much." Trailing the light-hearted threat was a nod and a light chuckled at the blonde French woman's quip regarding his attire. In response he first slicked back his snow-dampened hair, then tugged at his scarf, his sweater and finally his pants. Unlike his coat, they kept their form under the paltry level of stress. "Well first you accuse me of being late, which I may have been. Now you insult my outfit? You're soooo pushing it." The complete lack of seriousness in his words were carried to Raven via a deadpan tone and a quaint, yet uncharacteristically soft and amiable grin. When a cloak of silence set in, Roulin's hands fell into his pockets and disinterested huff, he pushed off of the halved lamp post and began to walk toward the anticipating woman to meet her halfway. The pace at which he strolled matched her's purposefully. He kept his speed steady and all motions calm so as to not send her into a bass bubble blasting frenzy. Why ruin a volley of pleasantries with such a nice guest anyway? "I will admit that while you may look as though you've been dragged through a tomato patch, the sight of your scarlett does provide a nice contrast to the dull grey that surrounds us and to what you'd normally wear. Your usually impeccable blonde hair has been matted by the snow, but I'm not complaining. Rat tails suit you."
The softened, yet attentive eyes of the young Owl twitched ever so slightly when they caught sight of the miniscule shockwaves Raven constantly released around her. Thanks to the deep grey of the surrounding area, they were all but invisible to him, but then again, his vision wasn't active. Not yet. Deciding to do the same, he made sure his use of the tactic would be far more noticeable than that. With each step he took, the soles of his foot bore through to the sidewalk's damp surface. Upon contact, it cracked as if his weight was many times the amount it truly was. His "bubble" would do no harm to the girl even at close range. Raven was a smart girl. Upon seeing the shield, she'd know it was simply for protection as they approached each other.
"Oh? You read my mind, lady. I do feel the same way about that fight over there, but I'm sure we both know just where the fun lies..." replied Roulin to Raven's final statement of disinterest. When she took her final gander, he did as well. Something had changed with Che and it was unnoticeable at this angle, but soon it would reveal itself. Roulin could feel what he knew for a fact was affecting Che at this very moment. When the steely blue eyes of the terrorist leader fell on him once more, the Owl of Grey did away with all traces of worry that scrunched his brow. In the dark reflection of her eyes, he could see his own concern shimmering through the thin veil that was his aloof grin. Something had changed and it was major...Roulin leisurely pulled a hand from the khaki confines of his pocket and clenched it to remove the stiffness brought on by the cold. Following the relieving motion, the young Owl lifted his hand to the side of the blonde's face. The motion was smooth, calm and bared no ill intent. With a swift brush of his hand, he removed a few saturated strands of hair from face to her ear remarking afterwards, "If we're to do anything interesting, I'd at least like for you to see me. Now then, let's get rid of the boredom plaguing us both hm? Ladies in red first~"
(Post got long. Sorry guys.)
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:44 pm
((Will and Cerbs))
William DeScythe silently listened as his Herald leader piled more Bibles on him and responded. The smirk on his face remained there, though mainly because he couldn't do anything about it. Timothy's response that the Herald wouldn't give up was satisfying. The Satan Owl already knew Timothy's resolve was solid enough. He would indeed achieve a goal, but not the one the Herald pictured. Will had laid out several possible paths for Tim although he would never say it within his last moments.
The flames were warm as they burned up the Bibles and moved onto his body. The sensation was comfortable compared to the assault of the Bibles. Eventually, his body would be burnt to ashes with the remains of the Bibles and scattered in the wind, and he would be home down below.
...On the other side of the world in Japan, a certain three headed hellhound suddenly raised all three heads off the bed and bolted, disappearing in a black flash, leaving Serena and Rikka alone....
A message sounded in Daryle Saxton's head. ~Now be a good lapdog, Saxton...I'm going home....~ Somewhere in the battlefield, the engagement ring on Anya's finger cracked, releasing her from its bindings and revealing a key that she would no doubt ignore.
A black blur snaked through the battlefield, zig zagging at lightning speed, as it rushed toward the fallen Satan Owl. The blur skidded to a halt carefully to avoid spewing dirt on the blond but enough to blow the Bibles away and then suddenly grew in size, shortly before taking protective position over the blonde’s body. As the blur became visible, it became obvious who it was: Cerberus in the very form that Dante had summoned him back in the Appalachians a couple of years ago. The hound’s black smoking fur radiated a sort of heat and would electrocute anyone that happened to be in the near vicinity of his fur. The hellhound had now grown to a size of about twenty to thirty feet tall. His tail thumped on the ground and slithered in the air as the snake head at the end of its tail threatened to devour anything that got close from behind. Big black clawed paws pawed at the ground restlessly. Red soulless eyes littered Cerberus’s heads as they surveyed his surroundings.
They focused in on the figure of Timothy leaving , and every single one of the beast's eyes narrowed before he raised a ginormous clawed paw large enough to cover Tim and one of Will's mini mansions to slam on top of Tim.
~Leave him be.~ came the devil's last weak yet resolute command as he felt himself at the edge. He needed the Herald to live. The devil had chosen to pass opportunities to kill Tim during the fight, those that involved exploding the puppets and impaling the Herald with their bones. He needed Tim to finish playing the role he had laid out for him...even if all of hell would be breathing down Tim's neck thanks to Tim killing the Maestro.
The hellhound's paw stopped just short of crushing the Electromagnetism Herald as Cerberus snorted loudly.
~I'll be waiting, Tiny Tim~"
A light growl escaped through Cerberus's razor sharp jagged teeth from within each of his three mouths before one head bent down to nudge at Will’s burning body. The other two heads looked around vigilantly to snap at anything that got too close. The demonic head nudged Will again lovingly, sniffed him, and then whined as the flames overtook his master. The head perked to the level of the other heads, and Cerberus let out an angry sad howl that shook the whole region, loosening some more building structures and causing some slight avalanches. It was a signal to hell that the Satan Owl was passing on and would be returning home. The hellhound had been too late to help its master and was left to guide the devil’s “soul” home. The man that Radiant had perhaps accurately described as the only Satan was gone…
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 8:12 pm
This time, Rage was more wary. After all, Intelligence was still there within her mind. As the scythe of the Nik doppleganger swung down towards her back, her body melted swiftly into a puddle of shadow. The puddle then dispersed outwards into the shadows of the battlefield. Of course, this was timed so it looked like Nik had almost cut her in half. But that was not the case. The shadow clone Nik had made would be swallowed whole and crushed within the mighty and cavernous jaws of some massive creature made of the shadows underneath the clone.
Rage was indeed still alive and very angry at the fact that this amateur shadow manipulator had managed to wound her, let alone even get close enough to do so. A few yards behind Nik, Rage's figure grew out from the shadows (shadow walking) holding a kusari gama made out of shadow in her hands. She immediately hurled one end towards Nik's ankles, to wrap it and then yank the opposite end to throw Nik like a discus. The chains didn't have a limit to how far they could stretch because it the was the Herald of Darkness who had fashioned it. "If you will not shut up, then I will be glad to do that for you!" she shouted as the end of the kusari gama wrapped itself around Nik's ankles.
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She probably shouldn't have been resting after the fight with her father, but Anya didn't really care at the moment. She was exhausted, mostly due to the wounds she had gotten during the fight. She was royally pissed off that Will had interfered. But for some reason she was also thankful that he had because she would probably be dead now right now, and Johan would be the new Earth Herald. That would have sucked big time. She had put some temporary bandages over her wounds because she really didn't want to look at her father's body. She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she was actually afraid to look. She had never been afraid of a dead body before, but this time was different for some reason. Maybe it was because her father had tried to kill her? But Anya couldn't quite put her finger on the specific reason why she was afraid to inspect Johan's body. Anya simply left the body where Will had left it, and headed off.
Right now, the Poison Owl was slowly making her way back towards where she knew that Nik and the others were fighting Rage and Tim. She didn't plan on using her powers to get back because she was wounded and exhausted. It was eerily quiet as she walked quickly to her friends' aid. So Anya kept her guard up as she traveled. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of cracking glass or gemstone. It was a faint sound, but Anya was still able to hear it, especially since it was way too quiet at the moment. Anya tensed and stopped moving until she realized where the sound had come from. It was the ring she wore on her finger. The one Will had given her. There was a crack along the gemstone surface. Why? Why now?
Anya didn't get much time to ponder what was wrong with the ring as a loud howl pierced the silence she had experienced for the past ten or fifteen minutes. She winced and steadied her stance because she heard the trees and ground around her shake, or at least complain in her head when the howl happened. There was really only one creature Anya knew of that might possibly make that sound: Cerberus, Will's annoying little pet dog. But why? Why did he sound sad? It was then that it hit her. Did Will die? Anya looked back down at the ring again, the rising motion of her hand causing the broken gem to fall to the ground. The gem gone revealed that the ring was actually a key of some sort. "What the hell...?" Anya muttered under her breath, confused, as she studied this key. Why would Will give her such a thing? And what the hell did it open?! Anya was curious, but she also really didn't want to know what the key was for.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 2:15 pm
((TFP---Raven))
“I accept your apology, Roulin.” The Quaking Owl didn’t make any effort to hide the amusement from her tone and even allowed a smile to accompany her words. Raven continued to smile when Roulin went on to speak about how most music would be too soft for someone like herself. He described her as the bass while the world was a mere treble, which may be the case even if it was such a strange way to describe a person. Still, it suited her far too well. “The neighbours want me dead because I am a difficult person to live with. The bass I provide is just their dull excuse due to lack of creativity” She said as her smile faded from her face while her eyes surveyed the fighting once more. “Some people just don’t appreciate good music when they hear it. I suppose educating them would be a better answer rather than turning up the volume…”
The French woman looked to Roulin just in time to see him straighten out his attire, not that it done much to help with his general appearance “It is pointless to try and fix your appearance after showing up.” She said with small sigh “Pushing it? Oh Roulin, I have barely begun.” She resorted with a smirk to match his grin. A fine eyebrow arched slowly when the Italian spoke of her appearance. “Red is such a fitting colour for this day. I chose my attire carefully this morning” She was of course, lying. Raven, while a proud woman, was not one to take comments on her appearance to heart. These days she had little time to indulge in a beauty regime. Still, she did hold a small amount of pride for her hair. “Rat tails….” She repeated before running a hand down one of the many clumps of dampened hair and untangling it gently. “That may be so, but at least my clothes remain intact and respectable” She said while deliberately allowing her eyes to scan Rou from head to toe before frowning in distaste “I always thought people in Italy dressed to impress…I guess in your case, the apple fell from the tree and rolled down a hill…”
Raven didn’t allow herself to react to the protective bubble that Roullin had placed around himself. Rou’s was clearer to the human eye than Raven’s own mini shockwaves but it didn’t unnerve the blonde terrorist in the slightest, why should she be frightened? He was giving her no reason to believe that he was going to attack and she was remaining as docile as her usually unstable nature allowed. With a carefully placed smile, Raven moved a few steps forth as Roulin took his. “Reading your mind? There is no need when your expression tells me enough…Or it could be the way your attention is currently more on me then your own father who is fighting mere feet away…I took a wild stab in the dark and done some maths before making an assumption. That is all.” By the time she had finished speaking the space between the pair was down to a mere arm’s length.
The limited amount of space was proved by one swift movement from Roulin who had raised a hand, rather daringly, towards Raven’s face and removed a few strands of hair away from her eyes and tucked them behind her ear. A light sparkle of perhaps mischief, danced across Raven's eyes before hiding once again behind the thin blue sheet of ice. She kept her expression as plain as possible like she was thinking of what she could possibly do to cure the boredom they both seemed to share. Before she could say something, a low but rather loud howl pierced the skies. It was a mournful sound and whatever had made it sounded huge. Raven looked away from Roulin for a brief moment and gazed towards the location that the howl seemed to stem from. It wasn’t her problem so she opted to pay it no mind...
Not being one to miss an opportunity, the French woman looked back to Roulin. She placed a hand lightly on his chest, so lightly that there was hardly any pressure at all, and smiled “If you insist~” From the centre of her palm she released a small compact shockwave. While it wasn’t strong enough to really damage the Italian, it was powerful enough to tear him from the ground and grant him momentary flight. Being a long distance fighter it was only natural that Raven wanted and needed her space. The pleasantries and moment of neutral ground was over. Like the many times before there was no way that a fight between the two was not going to happen. As Raven finished the first move she prepared for another, her eyes were fixated on Roulin like a cobra that had been charmed snake charmer…and nothing was going to pull her attention away from her potential prey....
((UNS---Daryle))
Daryle Saxton was having no luck in finding one damn kid in the hellhole that was once a bustling town full of life and happiness. The blond breezy man rubbed his damp brow in annoyance and let out a puff of breath “Geez Serena….you made it sound easy in your poorly conducted text…” Deciding that looking from above would be easier Daryle took off from the ground and headed for a nearby rooftop. The roof was thick with untouched snow that glistened under a dim light and began scouting out the area below. It was as he was looking out for Kojiro that he received a rather strange message from Will.
The nature of the message was short, abrupt and left Daryle feeling rather confused. “Going home…? What?” Had Will gotten bored with the fighting already? Not likely…And there was no reason for him to return back to Japan yet, right? “Be a good lapdog?…I always am!” It was only when he hit rewind and replay did the message begin making sense. A cold chill ran down the blonds spin when a long howl ripped through the very skies their selves. “Cerberus…” That was more than enough to confirm his thoughts and a picture was painted within his head. William DeScythe was dead.
Daryle was suddenly rather lost. The news of the Satan Owls demise seemed so very farfetched and absurd! Who could kill the being that Daryle had thought to be one of the most powerful people to walk the earth? “Well f**k….You sure as hell have shitty timing, William” Daryle wasn’t sure how to react to the news…What could he do now that it was already too late? The breezy flame snapped his fingers and summoned a burning inferno in the palm of his hands. “Damn it…” The heat did nothing to quell the confused males’ thoughts but movement below soon caught his attention “When this is over, I can pay my respects in a more appropriate way..”
His usually soft green eyes narrowed menacingly as he pulled his arm back before punching towards the ground. Kojiro had finally made an appearance below and Daryle had opted to catch the boys’ attention by blasting the ground directly in front of the ice user. “How nice of you to walk by, Kojiro-Kun…” Daryle kept his tone level but the raw anger was there beneath the surface. Heat radiated from the blonds body and the pristine snow that had once surrounded him was no more. Without much thought, Daryle lifted a foot and stepped of the rooftop, falling towards the ground. He landed in a crouched position and was quick to stand upright. “I am afraid you will not be moving from this area for a while…”
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 5:07 pm
Kojiro kept a steady pace until he noticed a change, his eyes flashed a cool blue as he jumped back from the blast, almost instantly while he was in midair, ice began to crystallize around him, and several knives floated around his body. Along with the ice acting as an almost instinctive reflex that resembled a startled animal...the temperature around him dropped drastically, no longer hindered by loved ones at his side, Kojiro did not bother restraining himself. Kojiro-kun?! Another person who knows about him, he remained in the shadows of the Fallen Phoenix and yet...so many people know him, he did not favor such attention, more importantly....
"You are in my way..."
Kojiro took a defensive stance as the frozen knives pointed at the stranger, he glared across from him as his new obstacle made such an outrageous claim.
Kojiro did not waste any pleasantries,"...Do not address me in such a manner!...I do know know who you are...nor do I care." Kojiro clenched his fists,"...I don't have time to deal with you...I will ask only once that you stand aside and spare any conflict...or unnecessary fighting...I have no qualms against you...and I have no time to waste." He warned, Kojiro's patience was running thin, he did not care for this blonde...but something was different about him. Kojiro looked to the ground,"...Should you refuse..." Kojiro could not believe what he was saying...this whole time...speaking so desperately about not harming those who did not need to die.
"I can't..."
"I don't have to kill him"
"I'll neautrlize the threat!"
instead....just like the indifferent curse of the winter...
"...I won't hesitate to kill you." he said quietly.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 8:08 pm
The Owl of Life was given only a few seconds more to stare into the infinity that was Raven's cobalt eyes. Her words...her tone was as icy as the area in which they stood. Her touch that he felt on his chest after he'd spoken was akin to her words...soft, but baring sharpened thorns like a rosebush. The pressure of her precautionary shockwave brought him no pain, but it was a pleasant reminder of just what she was capable of when she tried. The dark haired man was now feet in the area thanks to the blonde's zoning efforts and it was there he hovered for a moment. The piercing howl that stabbed at the noises of the whipping winds had drew his attention, but he didn't react to it as Raven had. What came after is what tore his attention away from her.
The Vision of Life went active when Roulin pulled his hands from his pockets once again. He could now see Che, Thomas, Kate and Acelyn as well as all of the city. His vision spanned five kilometers easily and maybe even more. The Italian hadn't the time to estimate just how much. Towards the edge of his sight though, there was a disturbance that prevented him from seeing past or through it. Seconds later, his sight entirely was blocked and his vision ceased against his will. Will...the large release he felt from the region to the east had to be one of the two superpowers being relinquished. There was no doubt about it. The question now was which one. Roulin glanced over his shoulder at Che who seemed to be still holding his own against the Texan devil. His answer would surely come from the reaction of his father. He knew Will's aura better than most...
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Che's figured weaved through the caustic clouds that covered the Wind Herald's quick jabs and kicks. One touch and the area would be eaten through within seconds. His electrically charged arms and legs were preventing anything from landing, but at the same time, Thomas's half-solid, half-gaseous form was preventing damage infliction completely. The Mastering Owl had yet to figure out a solution to this and that, for the most part, accounted for his pace in this fight. Kick after kick and punch after punch only saw a connection with an empty area or a pocket of corrosive gas that his element simply burned through. No one was winning nor was anyone losing. Yet.
Neither Thomas nor Che reacted to the howl that blew like a foghorn off in the distance. Both the men knew from whom it came, but for what reason neither of them could pinpoint at the moment. Both Thomas and Che had their own assumptions for the causes though. Their ideas manifested themselves in the shape of a smirk for Thomas and a glare of driven determination for Che. Needless to say, the Texan wanted only to see the Maestro dead and Che, William's beloved student, felt the urge to leave the fight to inspect the cause of the howl. There was a misstep in his stance that would've lead anyone to believe it was that which he was preparing to do. Quickly, the former UNS leader corrected himself and fought on.
"Y'know...he's prolly now kid..." goaded the elder. "Dead and gone. Killed by that yella bellied child Tim." A dark green fist was thrown by the Herald and Che dodged speedily. A hook followed the straight jab and then a knee. The Mastering Owl ducked the arced punch and with an electrically charged fist, he punched kneecap of the older Owl causing his leg to plummet downward limp and lifeless.
"Hmph. The only thing dead and gone is you you stinking ********> Che's mind was made up now. He needed to leave this fight and quell the curiosity that had his mind burning violently. In order to grant himself leave though, he had to at least knock Thomas out and leave him for Roulin or something. Unfortunately, there was something else keeping the Italian from finishing off his sworn enemy once again. It was Will's idiot a**. As the worried man drew his fist back to knock out the Wind Herald who was kneeling over his still paralyzed knee, he scowled strongly when the dark memories of how he'd tormented him and his family returned to memory. In that moment, Che hesitated. His fist tightened and the bones in his aching hands cracked from the sheer stress. If his nails were any sharper, they'd have torn the skin covering his palm.
This was the moment. One punch could grant him the time needed to check on his mentor and possibly even return to kill the still unconscious man. This juncture was too perfect...too opportune. There was no more time to waste here on mere contemplations. Che threw his fist forward and like lightning, it traveled swiftly as it burned a path to Thomas's cheek...
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Timothy had been sitting calmly and quietly watching the bibles burn. Will's body was now somewhere beneath them. He wasn't quite dead yet, but at this rate, he would be even if he were pulled from the smoldering mound. It wasn't the sadistic side of the Herald that kept him here although his family would've probably begged to differ. He'd remained behind for two very different reasons. One was to make sure that Will was dead when it was all over. The other was out of some kind of respect and mourning. Both the blonde and the white haired man wanted the same thing in the end. To see Thomas dead. For ages, that had been a common goal shared by both the men. The schism that drew the two elders apart was Timothy's desires of freedom or rather a pair of leaders that wouldn't lie. Now that Will and Noel were dead and gone, he may see his dream.
A sigh escaped the little barefooted man. Flakes of snow fell upon the burning pile of bibles, but that didn't help the man beneath them. It didn't awaken an inner child within Timothy either. The Herald was tired now. After Will burned, Tim figured there would be an evaluation of himself and his future. Following that...he didn't know. In the distance, there was the sound of something rushing towards him. It was breathing, slobbering, but driven by some kind of emotion. It none other than Cerberus, the hellhound created by Will when he separated a bit of his power from himself.
When the monster of a dog arrived, Timothy found himself staring up at the beast with eyes that sheltered a kind of remorseful emptiness. The hellspawn, in comparison to him, was massive. The animal wouldn't have been able to fit in the building if it's roof was still intact. Just it's exhalations cause the Herald to lean from it's force. When the dog snarled, Timothy looked into the creature's eyes and the remorse that skipped across the surface of his dodger blue orbs vanished. His eyes were demanding and certain just as Cerb's were. If it weren't for Will telling the monster to stand down, Timothy knew he'd have another fight on his hands...
The Herald stood and turned. This moment was done for him when the sensation of Will's aura exiting this world billowed over him like a hurricane's breath. It release was massive just as Noel's was, but his wasn't as amicable as her's was. It was satanic...somewhat evil just as he'd expected it to be. Like an EMP, it continued outward into the city possibly knocking out every Owl in the immediate area.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 12:33 pm
((TFP---Raven))
Ravens opening move had indeed made Roulin back away and left him up in the sky where he probably belonged. The French woman kept her eyes on him at all times. One second that was wasted on something other than the Italian could spell disaster for the Quaking Owl. Raven narrowed her eyes as she continued to study Roulin. He was distracted by something or someone other than herself. There was a moment of silence after the howl and the earth seemed to stand still…Raven still refused to tear her eyes away from Roulin. Though, that changed momentarily when there was a huge release of energy from somewhere within the city. Whoever it was that had fallen was someone with incredible power. This was no ordinary Owl…Raven could only think of a few Owls that could possibly cause such a stir…and three of them were already in the same area as herself...
The Quaking Owl was forced to focus back on Roulin once more when he appeared to be preparing for an attack. He was still partly distracted and Raven could see why. Thomas, the common enemy, had managed to land a devastating blow to Cheani. The elder Presidiomni had fallen like a sack of potatoes and he had remained laying on the ground. From where she stood, Raven couldn’t see the extent of the damage that had befallen Che. She smirked and glanced back to Roulin who was gathering an impressive amount of snow in the sky. She indicated to the fallen Che with a nod of her head “It seems like that man isn’t going to be getting up anytime soon….Are you disappointed, Roulin?” Ravens words were calm and soft as usual yet, they were as cold as the snow in Rous command. “Try to not let it bother you so much…”
Obviously it wasn’t distracting Rou enough for he released a rather unique attack. The snow he had gathered was soon arranged into different sized snowballs. A normal person could be in complete pain and possibly suffer a few broken bones if the larger ones struck them. However, Raven had her shockwaves on her side and she was going to rely on them heavily to evade and destroy the oncoming snowballs. Raven was already realising small shockwaves as protection before Rou had even turned up. But, for these snowballs (especially the larger ones) she would need to defend herself with something stronger.
The Fallen Phoenix leader held up both her hands like they were pressing against a solid wall. There they remained stationary for a good few seconds, seconds that were valuable when facing such a foe. Her hands moved slowly and in a way that one may think she was practising Tai chi but with just her hands outstretched. With each movement of her hands she was releasing shockwaves. Her movements increased and so did the shockwaves. Raven was building and stretching out her shockwaves with each movement. The end result was a powerful wall of a shield which would front most of the damage that Roulin’s snowballs would initially deal out.
With the wall in place, Raven managed to hold it down long enough to fire out a few crescent moon shaped shockwaves toward the floating Roulin. The snowballs were beginning to do a number on her control and before the shockwave gave way, Raven sprinted to the left and fired a few more shockwaves to expel the remaining snowballs before they could cause her any harm. “This is child’s play, Roulin!” She yelled to the Italian. Her faces consorted to annoyance and in the next second she fired a highly condensed shockwave ball directly towards Rou. The shockwave was the size of a large cannon ball and would be enough to kill a normal human. Raven knew this for she had killed countless people in this manner.
((Daryle Saxton))
Daryle felt a small twitch play at the corners of his lips which soon gave way to a wide smile “Kid, I am in your way? You came across my path first. Now, how about we put away your little weapons and play this game in a more grown up fashion?” Daryle indicated towards the ice daggers that would have no chance against his fire. The blond man snapped his fingers and summoned three wolves that burned red with the flames of a Herald. “We don’t have to play the hard way, Kojiro-Kun. Just in a way that will see you and myself walking away at the end…How does that sound hmm?” A flicker of red like a spark flared in Daryle’s sea green eyes as he surveyed the young boy in front of him. Why had Serena chosen now of all times to send Daryle in the complete opposite direction of where Will was? Of course, the Vanishing Owl had no clue what so ever…and she would remain in the dark for a while yet.
The Breezy man wanted to move away from here and to see for himself to confirm what his heart was already saying.“You don’t have time? Seriously mate; this war will never go your way or anyone’s way. You may not have the time to waste but…you are wasting your time right NOW! All this fighting, running, killing…What is the f*****g point? I can ask everyone the same damned question and they wouldn’t have a single clue! The young and untrained rush so boldly into battle without any idea of the things that they may see or be forced to do…And why? Because of some idyllic picture that has been shoved into their stupid, empty heads! Blood bequeaths more blood or haven’t you realised that yet? You people make me sick…Is this really the future you wish to see? Take a look around kid, because this is the sight that people all over the world are seeing now. Doesn’t this make you feel sick as well?!” Daryle laughed and rubbed the back of his head and opened his mouth to speak again only to be caught off guard by a huge release of power; satanic power that seemed to snap at the Breezy Owls own aura.
It was the strangest feeling Daryle had ever experienced and one that felt like a huge weight was being pressed to his aching back. It was also all the answers he needed. It confirmed, tormented and angered the fledgling Fire Herald. Under such a weight, Daryle’s legs fought to keep him standing. His knees had turned to water while his arms felt like chunks of wood. “Like you…I don’t have time for this. But…I owe a friend of mine and this is what they wished for me to do…” Daryle narrowed his eyes when Kojiro made some sort of threat. This kid was feeling that confident? Perhaps humouring him wouldn’t be such a bad idea…At least Daryle could vent some of his anger on the boy…He just needed to keep in mind that Koji was not someone he needed to kill…
“You won’t hesitate to kill me? Then what are you doing now?” The Fire Herald smirked and shook his head “Unlike you, I do not make such useless threats---” He waved a hand and sent the three snarling balls of flames lunging towards the Ice user “---I act straight away because I am a real killer…That is what I have been made to be in this world….You are nothing but a speck of dust passing by in the breeze and if you continue the way you are you will never become anything more” His flickering burning eyes looked onto the boys own “Kojiro-Kun…is this really the path you wish to take?”
The wolves had left at the wave of their master’s hand. One took the left side, the other on the right. The third wolf and leapt upwards and was edging closer to the blades of ice. The heat from his burning fur would melt the ice in mere seconds. The wolf on the left hand side opened its muzzle widely and let out a strange sizzling howl in which it released a stream of fire just as a flame thrower would. Daryle was not aiming to kill the Frozen Owl…he was aiming to end this thing quickly…before he done something that would see Kojiro fall in battle. He had to keep himself in check…despite the tornado of emotions that clashed inside his heart and mind. Now was not the time for grief. No, he was far too trained to allow it to rule his heart…
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