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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:45 pm
((TFP---Raven))
The French woman didn’t reply to Soliel’s words at all. Her listless eyes merely remained on the three powerful Owls before her. Things were definitely not in hers or the Magma users’ favour. It was going to get messy in this vast open room and quickly. Her mouth twitched very subtly when Roulin spoke before teleporting to a few steps below where she stood. Raven watched the Italian carefully, trying to pick at his current mood. Confidence leaked from every pour of the dark haired male and it was rather strange that Raven couldn’t even muster up one witty reply to his words. She remained passive and still, her breathing was shallow and the only part of her that told her and the others that she was very much still alive despite her empty eyes.
When Roulin asked that Raven should just hand over Che’s deck, her lips finally cracked and opened upwards in a small smile. Her head tilted very slightly to the left as her eyes cleared and sparkled lightly “Hand the deck over, you say?” Her words were soft and merely a whisper caught in some breeze “And what then? Would you return them to their rightful creator, your father? I doubt that…You are too greedy for that, Roulin Presidiomni…. “ Raven laughed cynically, her eyes narrowing in sheer twisted delight “Oh Roulin…I still have enough power left to shatter your skull and smear you blood around this marvellous room…I just need one perfect opportunity” It was strange that now she had started speaking, Raven couldn’t reel back her thoughts nor her words any longer. Like a spring of water they leaked forth without hesitation. Whatever the reason, she was clearly unstable right now… “You may have won the last fight….but you still failed in killi----“
Her words were left hanging in the air as Soliel shot forth a thick gob of magma at Roulin who reeled back and away from Raven. The blonde terrorist snapped her attention to the Magma user as he shouted at her run to the next room. She hesitated, one second or two seconds longer before turning on her heels and heading for the next room. She didn’t look back once as she sprinted away. There was nothing to see back there anymore, the sudden need to get away was overpowering. Her legs faltered and buckled sending her crashing to the floor. She struggled to back to her feet and continued to run…until she had nowhere else to run to. She couldn’t hear anyone anymore…She was once again alone inside another vast room. Trapped like a caged beast of old lore. For the first time in many many years Raven had fled from a fight and it was so completely not in her nature to flee and leave behind a comrade. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open as she took in fresh gulps of air. Her body trembled subtly…but for once it was not with power…but with fear.
((Daryle Saxton))
“Boy? Heh, you may be older than me by a long shot, but I am still twice the man you are…physically at least…” The Fire Heralds lips curled into a smirk as his ocean green eyes sparkled in dangerous amusement. Despite his outward confidence, Daryle was still feeling pretty apprehensive…More for Bailys’ safety than anything else. He didn’t have time to worry or even linger on thoughts of health and safety issues, Tim had made his first move. The blond dancing idiot arched an eyebrow as he watched the slowly approaching ball of electricity. It almost seemed to flex slightly but that was only because it was growing in size. Once again it shifted and grew, almost doubling in size this time. It didn’t stop there either, its size now blocked out the view of Timothy & co. Daryle turned on his heel and lurched himself forwards into a quick sprint. As he past Baily his arm curled around her waist as he dragged her further back into the room which they had teleported into. He knew good ol’ Nik could evade the electricity by porting himself through one of his shadows. Baily…was more or less a bit of a sitting duck…Not that she couldn’t handle herself, Daryle just acted instinctively after deeming her as the most at risk.
Daryle was feeling rather thankful for all the times he had ever been zapped with electricity by Will. At least he knew, somewhat, what to expect when it came to being electrocuted. Still, he wasn’t going to allow the ball to touch him or Baily. “Ehe…please bear with me for the moment, Baily. Don’t, you know, rip me apart…” Behind them the electricity was crackling and hissing, its sound blocking out the others voices. The wall at the back of the room was closer now…With a small grunt of determination, Daryle released a massive blast of fire from his left hand and used the force at which it was shot out to propel him to the right side of the room. He had seen a small indent in the wall earlier. Some sort of archway for decorative purposes. It was big enough for Daryle to use as shelter from the ball…It also made him feel like he was in an Indiana Jones movie.
Daryle twisted himself round until his back was the one facing the archway, colliding painfully with the solid wall behind him. “Tsch….You alright, Baily?” He muttered in a dry tone of voice while releasing her. “Three vs three…Nice odds. I’ll take on little sparky….You think you can handle one of the girls?” He patted her head gently as he stepped out from the archway “Heh, of course you can…” Snapping his fingers once Daryle summoned forth a massive swirl of fire which separated into three horses of fire “Give them hell…” Flames licked around the blonds’ feet and fists and burned as brightly as the red that shimmered in his eyes. With one horse creature walking in front and the other two flanking his left and right sides, Daryle moved back towards the centre of the room. The ball of electricity was not a problem now...it had since met its end at the back of the room.
“Come on sport….aren’t you a little too old to be playing catch with your old man? Actually, with all your pent up anger and attitude I would think your father failed to even give you a second thought…What a dismal existence you must have lived to become what you are today. What’s more is the people you may have considered a family are all either dead, dying, insane or…not on your side anymore. Heh…sucks for you kid, it really does.” Daryle chuckled lightly and with a wave of his hand he sent the three horses galloping forwards towards the Lightening Herald. Two of the beast leapt upwards and turned into balls of fire that shot forth in front of the one remaining horse. The two balls each curved round in separate directions, aiming to hit Tim from either side. Even if Tim took of upwards into the air, the horse could still follow. Daryle was not going to go easy…he couldn’t afford to waste time of small attacks…now was the perfect chance to test the full extent of his newly acquired power…
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 4:58 pm
((Cerbs))
"Well, I guess this is better than hoofing it, Cerbs I owe you one big steak after this"
The hell hound grunted in response to Demios as if saying "Nah, you owe me three big steaks! Yeh yeh yeh!" His three heads raised and then dropped and then let out a low growl.
"Idiot dog. Are you trying to kill him before he finishes what he's here to do?"
But all Kate got was a snort and what appeared to be a chuckle from the great guardian of the gates of hell just in time for Che to land. The snorting chuckles continued as Che declared "I'm taking you to Hell to get neutered when this is all over...ugh, ridiculous mutt..."
Cerberus was by no means intimidated by Che's threats or anyone else's threats. He did like his steak though, and it was hard to meet Serena's quality of steak. Demios had the count going against him, and he didn't even know it. As Cerbs trotted along, a blonde woman rushed into the room huffing and puffing and trying to catch her breath. "Mrrr!" the hellhound growled in delight. It was Raven! He moved a head down and gave Raven a nice fat lick. It was a harmless lick, but it was coming from a rather big dog. ~Raveeennnn~
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 6:14 pm
((Erin: with Khalifa and Jaylin)) "That is true. It has been quite a day." Erin followed Khalifa's gaze to see that Jaylin was already scouting ahead. At that moment, she wondered what she was going to say to him about Elle. Her sister had found an odd kinship with Jaylin at one point in the past. But now was not the time to be thinking about such things. After all, they had to find the others and get to Che's deck before Raven did. When she heard Khalifa's apology, Erin gave him a gentle smile. "It's alright. As long as you're here to help now, I don't think the others will mind. We can't have too many helping hands, you know." She sad as she started forward to follow after Jaylin and stay in the same pace as Khalifa. "I honestly have no idea why we are here. But it seems like we were teleported to... someplace underwater..." Erin replied, when she finally noticed the way the walls glittered with the shimmering movements of the water.== ((Kate: with Che, Amara, Cerbs, and Demios)) Kate blinked in surprise as Che landed right between her and Demios on Cerberus' back. Rather painfully, from what Kate could tell by the sound of Che's voice. She frowned slightly. "Save your breath, Presidiomini. You have bigger things to worry about than neutering some three-headed dog who is about as intelligent as a stegosaurus..." she stated, referring to the acorn-sized brain that the hellhound's three heads shared between them in total. When her focus was back on to where they were headed, Kate too noticed the familiar blonde woman rushing out of the next tunnel they were about to enter. "How nice... Now we don't have to waste our energy wandering around aimlessly looking for her..." Kate muttered darkly.== ((Anya: with Thomas, Acelyn, Kojiro, and Anderson)) On the other side of the room, Anya noticed that Anderson was busy fighting what appeared to be the new Herald of Wind, Thomas Moses. And it looked like Andy had his hands full given that there was little access to the sky and its cosmos. 'Looks like I'm gonna have to help out at some point.' It did look like Kojiro could use some help against the annoying metallic girl, but Anya didn't know him well enough, added to the fact that he was part of the Fallen Pheonix, in order to help him. Instead, Anya knew she had to help Anderson even if he ended up hating her for it later. The Poison Owl found her chance to help when Anderson fired off some of his energy bolts at the smoky version of Thomas. Anya knew she couldn't do much in the way of her Earth Herald powers because of their current battle location. For now she would have to rely mostly on her old faithful poison powers. A smirk came to her lips as she raised both of her arm up in front of her, palm facing towards the smoky Thomas, and fired off a concentrated blast of an airborne poison similar to mustard gas. Since Thomas was the Herald of Wind, this should affect him more potently and quickly because he had pretty much become the air around him. The fact that he was a swirling mass of air should work in Anya's favor as well to keep most of the poison away from her and Anderson and towards Thomas.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:37 am
"Why do they always run?" He asked quietly. Walking forward the intense heat of the magma shots was more than apparent in the tight quarters, but no matter. As one of the storm of molten globs hurdled towards Lucien, he turned his head slightly up as the glob splashed over him, but instead of dripping down his standing form it splashed to the ground as if he wasn't there at all. Lucien reappeared in the form of dozens of crackling lights, this was an old power he had taken from someone in Russia years ago but because it can only be used as a short ranged teleportation he didn't use it much, floating in the air looking down at the molten Soliel. Exhaling down at Soliel a fine white powder blew down towards the molten Owl. When the powder got to close to the heated source it suddenly became volatile and exploded around him. Lucien all the while had already disappeared only to reappear on the ground a bit further away floating in a arcing motion over his back were several telekinetic swords, each blade pointing up and out like the rays of the sun.
Lucien spread his legs out slightly he began pointing in seemingly random directions, with each point one of the swords shot out in that direction before disappearing into a series of small light flashes in a similar manner that Lucien had. One by one they reappeared floating in a halo shape with their blades pointed down at Soliel. swiping his hand downward one by one the blades began to rain down on Soliel, Lucien knew he couldn't use solid matter because they would melt on contact with the molten owl telekinetic blades lacked that annoying quality.
As he controlled the blades effortlessly he took a step back small harmless jolts of lightning shot from random parts of his body connecting to the walls or the floor around them. Being underwater surrounded by a heated source made this interesting, and oddly humid humidity was dangerous when mixed with electricity it made it unstable and very hard to control, but Lucien already knew this what was the point of having a power if you didn't know every single in and out about it?
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 4:50 am
Moli at heart was a historian as well as a…particle physicist, but even with his vast knowledge of Owl history, most of which explained to him by his loving father, he couldn’t wrap his aching head around the idea of another Exire let alone a period of time in which this could’ve gone completely unnoticed. Even when it was mentioned that Exire could become invisible to the naked eye, the Owl Italian still found it all farfetched. As he followed behind the voluptuous Victoria whom he found himself staring at from time to time, he never once threw the idea out entirely. Despite logical reasoning, the blond thinker found it difficult to dismiss anything she said as impossible. It may have been obvious that nothing, for Owls it seemed, was impossible as this place was built here before him, but there had to have been some kind of eyewitness account of all of this. Maybe this is what led his grandfather to his Exodus, his mental breakdown and eventually his murder by Che’s hands.
“I can’t imagine the energy or spells used to make this place move in coordination with the moon,” said Moli as he followed the Herald of Mind down the staircase to level ground. “I’d rather not think about anything at all at the moment. Well, of course besides where the hell everyone is.” His hand left the railing of the stairwell and fell to his side. The air in this room was cold...fridgid even. The arcing motion his hand made as it relaxed at his side was no less than murder for his fingertips. To this fatigued little man, it was like gently swiping the surface of an arctic lake or running his fingers over a patch of jagged needles.
Speeding up his walk to reach Victoria’s side, Moli sighed and his eyes turned away in thought. From the surroundings, it looked like this Exire was far from operational save for the various magics and physics tricks that has kept this place from flooding years before today. That meant that unless there was a switch of some sort, Roulin wouldn’t be getting his grubby, greedy little paws on this relic city. “I don’t think my brother or anyone else should be able to wield such a powerful thing. If he gets near anything that looks like a control panel, I certainly hope that code kicks in. I pray that it does. I know this Exire wasn’t meant to be a weapon as it is just a place for refuge like you said. But that other one that Raven wants…Christ man. I know it was Tim’s idea to make that one a tank thanks to dad, but why would he make a weapon like this? Why would they even lis—“ The words of the Presidiomni were cut off by the sounds of crackling and…wind? There were voices echoing from behind these massive walls and on the other side of the room was a single door that he knew would lead them to trouble. Allllwayyyys trouble on the other side of every door…disregarding his intuition to turn and leave, he walked forward hoping that the tones he recognized as Anderson’s were coming from Anderson. Looking back at Victoria, Moli rolled his eyes, but soon wore a smile showing that he was very much beaten already, but ready for more. “Hope you got you gloves ready,” the blue eyed matter manipulator said through a light sigh. “I can already tell there’s nothing good behind this door…..”
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Thomas kept a vigilant eye on his clever, but still very much cornered prey. After his strike met Anderson’s back and sent him to his knees, the smoking Texan’s hazy, cloudy eyes quickly arose to give a brief glance at damaged wall. Its surface was now serrated and jagged, but not threatening to burst and fill the room with water. The seething orbs of gas that were Thomas’s eyes soon lowered and his attention was on Anderson once again. He couldn’t let another strike like that hit any of the walls lest they break drowning everyone there.
“Ha!” Like a rattlesnake, the ghostly form of the man seemed to slither across the floor moving ever closer to the faux-Herald. “Handicap? I almost feel bad fer ya my boy; fighting you when you’re away from yer source of energy and all. Ah well!” The silver haired man’s coughing was but a sign Thomas waited with a baited breath to hear. It meant that his element’s encompassing of their area was complete. In both a figurative and literal sense, Anderson was now trapped within Thomas’s world and could be subjected to many different attacks and strategies. The rattlesnake was now coiling his prey squeezing the life from it little by little…
The Wind Herald’s body could now seep in and out of the aforementioned dome-like structure that surrounded both himself and Anderson. As brilliant as it was to have that freedom of mobility and an perfect defense against Anderson’s Owl ability, the once stinking Herald couldn’t block everything nor see anything from the outside. Enter Anya. The woman’s attack was based within her natural ability meaning that it’s form would be deciding whether or not Thomas would be getting hurt. It wasn’t a liquid which may have smothered Thomas and it wasn’t a solid which wouldn’t have done anything at all. It was a gas meaning that in some ways, Thomas could have utilized it against the girl and Anderson but, because he haughtily and haphazardly discarded the specific hat designated to be his artifact in the fight with Daryle, that means of countering was out of the question.
Amidst the rain of pressurized air blasts that became denser and faster in their release arrived Anya’s assault. This caused the Herald to not only rear away from the attack, but it brought him out of his elemental form for quiver of a second. “Dangit, that dirty, caustic b***h of a Jezebel…” murmured Thomas, standing from his crouch he’d enter after rolling. Half of his dome was taken out and the rest of it was dissipating slowly as the woman’s poison overtook it. Smoking once again like a freshly used gun, the Herald rolled his shoulders in preparation for both more action and to calm himself to think. “You Presidiomnis are hella lucky ya know that, kid? If it weren’t for that, I’d have killed your family line a lon—“
At the other end of the room now stood Victoria and Moli, the latter Owl charging a nice attack that had gone unseen by the eyes of the foolishly boastful Wind Herald…
~~~
Timothy watched with narrowed, steady eyes all the while the fresh, young Herald zipped around the substantially sizable room. His hand arose for a moment to give a light scratch to his cheek then fell to his side again as the show continued. It was as entertaining as a man with a small woman in tow leaping and bounding to save his life could possibly be and it even drew a simper from the Herald. That was his sign to the blonde that he was impressed with his dexterity. When Daryle slammed into the hard surface of the archway back first, the Herald, whose skin was now commencing to sputter and crackle like the early warnings of a storm, snickered. Outwardly, it would seem that the Herald was getting a kick out of his opponent doing a bit of his work for him. This was hardly the cause of the chuckle and neither was neither the Fire Herald’s clever evasions. It was the idea of keeping this…spider-girl out of harm’s way.
To finish with simply watching this man bound around, the Herald finally decided to advance, but at a creeping pace. Nonetheless, ground was being covered and before long, Nik, Serilda and Rage had vanished from his illuminated peripheral. “Boy, maybe you are twice the man I am. Gentlemanly I would suppose as you are risking life and limb for this Owl. Then again, perhaps you’re just a fool that hasn’t realized his worth yet.” Tendrils of lightning echoed from the surface of Timothy’s skin and like whips, the lashed at the ground imparting bright red scars within them. “Why even protect her? Now that you’re a Herald, your lifespan will soon grow to be so great that this moment will mean nothing to you. Don’t delude yourself with ideas of moral or ethical grandeur as it will only slow the inevitable process.” The lightning man’s eyes now glistened once again with the same resolve that was present in his fights with Lucien, Roulin and William. Had he felt the way he did now…so rejuvenated and empowered… when fighting the former two Owls, he was sure his recently healed arm would’ve never been taken.
The Herald’s words were but a spade that attempted to break the surface of the blond dancer’s mind. Timothy had an inkling that his words held no weight with him. With any form of opposition though, did they ever? This is where the confrontation truly began. “You blaze with a kind of certainty that can only be likened to a candle’s burning wick within the darkness of a vast, empty space. Sooner or later, as you stave off the darkness that creeps upon, you’ll burn out and realize just what you were all along!” Timothy’s fist curled into tight defensive knots as Daryle crafted his own form of fiery retaliation. From the twisted bond that was his right hand protruded a piece of Gold that looked aged and porous. This was his artifact that managed to slip back into his possession thanks to a grave mistake on Roulin’s part. From the small piece of element arose a blade of electricity that sparkled and sizzled with an effervescent hum. Finally, his pallid eyes returned their unnerve gaze to Daryle and his “horsemen”. As they picked up speed, so did the fearless shining Herald. Finishing off his statement that was made earlier, he said to follower of William, “Part of that same darkness you’ve made it your purpose to keep away. Change now, or become ashes in the wind…”
The crackling fighter was on his toes early in the game thanks to the manifestations sent into war by Daryle. They were marvelous creatures and a solid attempt at a ‘form’ by someone new at the title of Fire Herald, but they were still novice in their own ways. Obviously, the dancing fool had some history with planning as it was nuanced in the shape of his flaming advancement. Timothy would deal with the two balls of fire momentarily but first priority was, at this moment the horse above. “Dismal existence perchance, but what does it hold now?” The Herald of Lightning jumped forward trailing off on his last word. Bringing his knees in, he rolled in the air until it seemed as though his bare feet would meet the chest of the blazing equine. Although a kick wasn’t the plan, he needed that closeness to pull off just what was needed here. Shifting himself to sail lower, he fell beneath the horse and jabbed his electric blade upwards into it. Beneath the animal, he turned to face the ground while keeping his sword aimed for both the sky and the inside of this beast. When he landed against the cold, hard marble floor, the watched the horse fall onto the ground neck first and writhe, neighing deeply and coarsely in pain. The resolute Herald didn’t stick around to see what would become of it. Instead, he turned around, placing his back to the two spheres and took off at Daryle slashing away crescents of his element that went sailing at the man. Smirking as the thrill of the hunt entered him, he continued, “What is that length of olden time to the span of my life? It's significance? The equivalent of a wink to a millennia.”
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Che remained as calm as he could as the monster of a dog trudged onward towards the other room. Like his blonde son elsewhere, his intuition was flaring and so was latent his aural sensing. From the noises alone, one could tell that something major was taking place in the room just behind the door in front of them. Che, needless to say, wanted no part in this, but he knew he was needed. In some…tiny, microscopic way, he knew he was needed. May as well wait silently until it presented itself.
Raven running through the door may have been the universe’s way presenting a sign that Che was needed. In this moment and many other moments in the past and to come, the Italian’s purpose was to kick the sides of the giant dog and scream, “Don’t lick her! Kill her you stupid animal! What’re you doing!?” The terrorist organization’s leader was right there panting tiredly as if she’d narrowly escaped death. In her line of work, the Mastering Owl knew that was a strong possibility.
“Ugh…don’t you move Raven! Hold on!” Her living was proof of another failure on Roulin’s part, but her apparent fatigue only meant that she’d met some kind of opposition in that other room. Roulin, Lucien, and Cecilia’s auras were untouched meaning they’d been healed or something. That didn’t matter to Che at all really. What mattered to him as he fell off of Cerb’s back to land on his arm was catching this girl, turning her in and finally finishing off Thomas to get his job back. The man hit the floor with a thump and an ‘oof’, but the pain of what may have been a bruised shoulder didn’t deter his run.
~~~
Roulin swiveled away from the bits of rock sprayed by Soliel’s attack. That b*****d of an Owl has long been a thorn in the sides of the trio but mostly Lucien’s. It was this moment that made Roulin question just who he inconvenienced the most. When he was able to lift his eyes and lower his hands, he noticed that Raven had made her way down the illuminated steps and into the adjoining room. There was no wonder now that this molten man was a nuisance unlike any other. Now wasn’t the time to stand frozen in frustration even if it was an all but paralyzing feeling.
Fueled by more than just the frustration that would nag him until both Soliel and Raven were dead, the Owl of Grey finally moved from his spot. The stairs weren’t an option now and teleporting would probably place him right in the path of Lucien’s or Soliel’s attacks. Flying may have gotten him hit as well. The next best option, although rather hazardous, was to jump from the elevated pedestal. Barely thinking clearly, Roulin forced enough iron from his blood onto his fingertips to create dark, gaudy claws. The Italian looked over the edge of the cylindrical platform for a brief instant before stepping off. He dug one of his hands into the side to slow his descent and keep away from the exchange of elements between Soliel and Lucien.
The furious Life Owl kept his sight on the fight in front of him and the door that Raven had recently entered. His activated vision allowed his attention to be split between the two, but it was hardly advisable as his mind wasn’t calm enough to think between the two. It also reduced his mindfulness to the entire area as well. The wall behind him burst into hundreds of large chunks of concrete and marble that varied in size and shape all the while he neared the floor. A beam of light, large and dense, was to blame for the destruction of that wall. It was none other than Moli who’d done it and in the wake of it all was the half solid, half gaseous body of the Wind Herald. If that attack did nothing to weaken him, there would be no stopping him.
Soliel couldn’t be bothered to turn around and make sure that Raven had escaped to some kind of safety. He understood perfectly that Lucien was not one to be taken lightly and all for good reasons. Like Roulin, he possessed a myriad of powers that he’d managed to put to clever usage. Not only that, but he was in possession of Negation, an element that broke down just about anything it came into contact with. The Magma Owl knew that his work was now cut out for him. Not only did he have to deal with Lucien who was a handful, Roulin was coming and Cecilia, a Herald, was present. The blonde only hoped that now Raven was in place more secure than this one.
As that fine, white powder neared the agent of TFP, it exploding blowing away a limb that was quickly restored due the liquid properties of this Owl’s element. When the explosive exhibit was complete, Soliel lost sight of Lucien. The red eyed man had no recollection of Lucien’s ability to teleport short distances, but it didn’t at all surprise him. As an Owl that could gain other abilities, he knew it was only a matter of time before he found someone with the power. It was more work for the molten idealist, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Or so he hoped.
The swords he’d just taken the time to observe were now making their move and entering him from their angles. They did little to no harm, but they did take away his knees time and time again. Through this, Soliel prevailed and even managed to increase his size. Intimidation or not, he knew this form packed enough power to fight off the trio but only barely. His first order of business was taking a wide arcing swing at Roulin who was scarring the pedestal on which his father’s deck sat. As his fist curved through the air, the beam of light Moli shot at Thomas earlier had broken through the wall bring the Texan with it. The beam of light tore through his elongated arm send a nice spray of molten lava and burning rocks in Lucien’s direction. Thomas himself was rather damaged from the attack as not only did the beam strike him, he was thrown into the base of Soliel’s molten, ghostly form.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 12:48 am
As the fledgling Owl continued to talk, Victoria listened as she walked at a steady pace. "Trust me...we won't let Roulin get to that weapon...Che won't allow it...at least I hope he wouldn't...that man is hard to read sometimes" she told me. "The weapon was made as a last resort defense mechanism....against Owl or Human....you just never knew the intentions of all Owls in Exhire...and some of the powers were deadly..." she said trailing as she heard the wind on the other side of the door.
Looking at Moli she knew what was on the other side of that door, opening it the couple were now inside. She frowned as she saw Thomas moving about in a boastful manner. The red haired and curvaceous woman began to use her mental powers as she sent heavy psyblast towards the core of Thomas' mind, it would shock him making it hard to switch into a gaseous form. Psionic fire surrounded her as she began to release waves in torrents from multiple ways towards Thomas, rushing and destroying any enemy that would so happen to try and interfere. Thomas had lived far too long and it was time for him to leave this Earth. As Moli was charging, Victoria knew what she would have to do.
Lomoli...this will feel weird at first but...trust me she projected to her "partner" as Victoria ran towards Moli. It would seem that she was charging to attack him, but she was planning something different. As she got to the point where she was about to collide into the herald, she phased into him, taking possession of his body. As the two minds merged, a fiery aura surrounded Moli and his power level began to increase by ten fold. Moli...we are one in the same right now. Use my mind as if it were your own. Your herald abilities are stronger, your radiation abilities are stronger and you also have my abilities...kill that son of a b***h she thought to him as his charged attack began to glow with a huge intensity that would blind any person glaring for too long.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 5:02 pm
((Daryle Saxton))
“Realise my worth? I would like to think that I already know my worth, Timothy. You know nothing about me so why act like you do? Perhaps risking my life for another may seem like deluded ethical grandeur to you, but to me it is nothing but an act of instinct. I need not to think when it comes to helping out a friend or two. Hell with your reasoning’s I am not surprised that so many of your old comrades have already been killed. And hey…I already feel pretty damn great with how my life currently is.” A lopsided grin ended the Fire Heralds words and was accompanied by a small chuckle. While the Lightening Heralds words may have grazed the surface of Daryle’s mind, the blond male refused to linger on the parts which mentioned his newly acquired lifespan. That was not something he wished to think about right now. It was neither the time nor place to ponder on watching those he loved and cared for grow old and die while he continued on.
Timothy didn’t stop speaking there, he continued talking and digging for a reaction. The grin Daryle had once worn slipped from his lips, leaving them drawn tightly in a line. His burning eyes narrowed as he watched the slowly advancing Herald before him. “Sorry kid, I guess I prefer the light to the dark. Been there before you know? I didn’t like it so I turned away and stepped into the sunlight and felt the warmth on my skin~” The blond idiot stood up taller and rubbed the back of his head in mild thought. “Another thing, myself and the wind have a long standing history together, I am sure if I asked it nicely enough, it would hold off on sending my ashes scattering around the world” Shaking his head, Daryle closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. His eyes now resembled the burning flames that danced around his hands and feet. Reds, oranges and yellows mixed and swirled together in one heated gaze that settled on the smaller male who had now become equipped with a sort of blade…Whatever that was anyways. “You want to see what a candle kept in darkness is like? Well s**t Tim! You only ever had to ask!!”
The fledgling Fire Herald watched as Timothy swiftly dealt with the one remaining horses rather efficiently and without remorse for the poor ‘beast’. Daryle could only smirk and shake his head as he watched the small show that went on before him. When the horse of fire collided heavily with the floor Daryle simply snapped his fingers and ended it’s ‘suffering’. Not that the fiery creation actually felt anything, it was all for a good realistic performance; the noises it made. At that point, the two balls of fire had collided together and only managed to form a nice dramatic backdrop against the Lightening Herald who was walking away like nothing had happened at all. The blond dancer remained perfectly pose and still as Timothy took off and began slashing away with his artefact, sending out crescent missiles of electricity towards Daryle. “A wink to an millennia? Does that mean you never learn by your mistakes? Every moment is significant in that you never get a chance to change it or relive it…”
As the crescent attacks approached the blond Fire Herald, Daryle remained where he was stood and simply allowed them to get closer. Close enough for him to begin flipping, side stepping and basically dancing his way out of their path. His flashy array of moves only ended when he bolted to the right and steered well clear from their path. As he ran to the right Daryle retaliated to Timothy’s’ attacks by releasing a fury of fireballs towards the older Herald. “You know…people like you are so irritating. You think you are untouchable…but you really are not….You are no better than a petty thief who steals from the old…” The blond male halted in his movements and spun around, summoning up a hurricane of fire which leaked from every joint of Daryle’s body. With a simple snap of his fingers the hurricane was sent rocketing towards Timothy. “You are nothing special. Just an overpowered child who has failed to lean anything in the years he has lived…It is all rather sad, but I think I could and would still teach you a thing or two about living.”
((TFP---Raven))
As Raven’s breathing became more even and less ragged, she picked up the auras of others in the same room she currently stood in. Startled, the blonde terrorist spun round only to receive an almighty lick from a giant three headed dog. “?!!!!” Words cannot express the utter confusion and sheer terror that filled the French woman as she was sent staggering backwards by the force of the slimy tongue. “Ugh! Disgusting beast!” The hellhound was the last thing to worry about, he had brought company. The two women were not of Raven’s concern; she didn’t know them well enough to actually fear them. Cheani however, was a cause for concern….when he could actually stand on his feet that is.
The first thought that entered Raven’s mind was ‘Could Che sense when his deck of cards was near?’ she couldn’t risk waiting around to find out. Nope! Che and company could ask her to stay where she was all they liked, but the female was going to run. The only problem now was…she could only run back the way she had just come! “Damn it….” Blue eyes narrowing, Raven turned on her heels and sprinted back up the illuminated staircase towards the other small gathering of Owls. She felt like a mouse being hunted by a pack of lions. A mouse that had little to no power left in its weakened body. As Raven made it back into the other room she was just in time to witness a rather powerful beam of light which had struck none other than Thomas…..
Her blonde hair hung lifelessly around her face as she stared in slight disbelief at the molten mess and the unmoving form that was the Texan b*****d. Suddenly, Raven didn’t feel at all nervous or scared. Rather, she felt smug that Thomas seemed to be in a bad way. She wanted him to suffer more…oh but she wanted him to suffer at her hands! Not at the hands of her other enemies. Anger, fresh and raw began flowing round her body, igniting her blood in such a way it brought a small smirk to her dry and chapped lips. “Well now…how the mighty have fallen…” She wasn't one to speak really; it wasn’t as if she was in any particular good state of mind or completely healthy. Far from it actually. Her icy blue eyes flickered to the magma man “Soliel, we have more company…they are heading this way…”
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 3:14 am
 Jaylin LaQuiel
As the tri continued to make their way from room to room with Jaylin at lead in search of the others, with his visor he was able to notice heat signatures and at the same time the source of owls power from within, the wavelength that is recognized once used and right about now that wavelength spiked in multiple place with one of the areas several rooms around them. The explosions and destruction of the battle made the room they were currently in quake and in response Jaylin quickly turned to Khalifa and Erin. "There are several battles going on! The nearest one ahead of us and we need to get there now!" Jaylin called to the others, the battles were expected since almost if not everyone on or near the battlefield were brought to this urban form of Atlantis or perhaps the embodiment of that tale, regardless that missed one battle and he attendant to be of much more use in this one.
Weapons: Has begun to keep an Hammer/Double Edge Sword on him.
Items: Upgraded Visor, Attire
Title/Ability: The Equipping Owl
Team: Night Owls
 Khalifa Marcellus
"I suppose your right but regardless we should have never had left in the first place." Khalifa would respond to Erin's statement, he was truly apologic for disappearing in a time of need and what made it worse is that this wasn't the only time that it had happen and while it wasn't in such as dire time such as now he had no excuse nor did he need one, as the Owl of Matter of he will help bring piece to the world and finally bring an end to the war as so many of his teammates or family members also hope to achieve, at least it was the initial goal they hoped and fought for. When the explosions and flutter of energy began to increase rapidly Khalifa's attention shifted to Jaylin having been staring out into the vast sea, his expression had become all but serious, looking to Erin as they approached Jaylin his eyes glowed an azure blue. "Well I can see your injured or tired at the least so if you want to stay here or find somewhere to rest safely then do so but we'll be going to help the others."
Weapons: Twin Fang Twilight Rose
Items: Custom Deck of Aces, Attire
Title/Ability: The Matter Owl
Team: The Four Suits
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 1:20 pm
Acelyn watched as he ran, smiling in lust at the sight of how bad it was getting. Just as she fell to the ground, the blonde girl laughed at the sight. She was getting a kick out of this guy, it was just too good. Suddenly he squared up and got into a fighting stance, running at her. "Well looks like someone finally got some balls." The Alkaline Owl began to mutate, her body becoming extremely tall and slender, her arms and fingers growing. In essence she looks as if a shadow monster had taken over her body, her beautiful fingers were now long sharp claws. Her eyes were completely black while her body was completely silver. Just as Kojiro was nearing her, the girl swiped at him to knock him away. Leaning over and stabbing her fingers into the ground, silver lines began to go everywhere along the ground. Stepping on them would be the worst idea anyone could have, especially since that meant he would die soon after.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 7:46 pm
Kojiro put his arms up as she swiped at him, narrowly missing the attack, the tips of her claws scratched along his arm and leaving gashes from the sharpened tips of her tendrils. Though the began to bleed slightly, they were simply cosmetic, and nothing more. By simply using his powers to strengthen his blows and avoiding anything larger scale, he already felt the weight of the strain from his body leaving, he needed to keep recovering if he wanted to overwhelm her, more importantly, when he found a weakness, he would have to drive every ounce of strength to exploit it...he could not afford stopping short. This risky maneuver and tactic was already foolish...he needed to make it count. Kojiro looked down to see the lines along the ground, they were a result of her actions...they could not be good but he needed to keep moving, with a quick skip and a side step, he began to close distance on her again strafing around her and quickly trying to get to her side. Allowing his feet to glow in the same manner his hands did, he delivered a heavy roundhouse kick, towards her torso. Kojiro noticed she kept changing, soon her image was that of nightmares...no longer the elegant woman that stood before him previously, and as her image began to fade, so did his reluctance to attack and land his strikes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 8:01 pm
Acelyn pulled her fingers out of the ground so that she could swipe at Kojiro some more until he had strafed to her side and kicked her. As he made contact and swiped through the side of the demon, the iron seemed to cover the man's leg and crawl up it. There was a hellish scream as the monster took the shape of the elegant girl. Her side as missing but she held where it would have been in pain. "What have you done?! Look what you did to my body!! You... You..." The tears began to slowly go down Acelyn's face, but like all other liquids in this girl's body, it was metal. Soon her unhappy grimance turned into a coy smile that resembled a smirk. The Alkaline Owl began to laugh as she let go of her side, the tears sinking into her side. "You really are dumb!" Ace's side grew back, good as new, but her smile grew bigger on her porcelain face. "You don't get it do you? I won't stop till I have your iron in my blood stream. I could sit here and rip it from your small, pathetic body before you could even move again. I decided I would play nice because I thought you were smart enough to either walk away or give up."
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 3:41 pm
There were little to no words the severely damaged Owl could gather to describe the pain that tore at his nerves. His mind was frayed, worn to shreds, all but lost to the tightening clench of anguish that enveloped him. His body, or more specifically his left arm and back, were burned intensively and extensively by the heat of Moli’s charged photon shot which launched him into the cushion that was Soliel’s liquid magma form. The sleeve and back of his trenchcoat were reduced to cinders by the combination of heated elements. The murderous Herald rolled about the ground a few ways from the puddle that served as Soliel’s base. Smoke arose from his pale, calloused skin as desperately, he struggled to enter his other form. Though unable to think clearly, his reflexes knew that entering his secondary state would lend more options, one of which would be to heal by elemental proxy.
“Aaagghhh…Kiiiid!...” Thomas, the dark zephyr, rolled to his hands and knees then began to cough into his hat which had fallen from his head during his tumble. It too was well burned on one side while the other remained comfortably intact. The once perfect brim was sullied by the lava that seeped closer and closer. After coughing once more and tasting the bitter taste of dirty, aged blood, Thomas rolled away from the magma that edged tauntingly towards him. Inadvertently, this put him closer to Moli, but not by much. The room was still very, very large meaning the distance covered by the broken elder Owl did nothing to aid the Light Herald’s already perfectly clear shot.
“Kid, I’m going to murder you! You and your entire family! Do you understand!?” spat the obviously pissed Herald as he swatted away his large, dark hat. Avoiding what would most certainly be a painful, burning death, Thomas arose to his feet shakily almost stumbling on the weakened beanstalks he called legs and stepped away from the pool of magma. There was a fierce pain that branched out throughout his head and neck which caused the man slight nausea and disorientation. There were only a handful of moments in the Texan’s life that saw him so pathetic and this one was rivaling his worst. As he lurched forward, unaware or possibly uncaring of the other’s behind him, his skin and clothes began to billow heavily is if they were burning right off of him. This was but a signal that his focus was gradually, but surely returning. As his first order of business, he sent a remarkably thin razor of wind at the younger Herald hoping to slice both him and his parasite in half…
“Whoa…” The blonde Presidiomni stared down into the palm of his hand through eyes that now blazed a deep, crimson hue. His charged shot, a product of both himself and Victoria’s influence on him, was an attack he knew he couldn’t have done alone or at least produced as fast. It was evident now that his abilities were magnified a few times over thanks to the possession of the Herald of Mind. Through his young body coursed vigor that he could feel expanding every area and aspect of his being. Not only was his body and abilities able to achieve what was confined to his imagination now, but his mind was as well. “Different isn’t the word to describe this feeling.” replied Moli aloud to the Herald within. “This is something else. Whew, alright then. Let’s wrangle ourselves a bull!”
The vitalized Herald of Light walked fearlessly towards the older male wearing a smile of confidence. Ironically, he wasn’t at all sure of his abilities, but he was aware that his speed would allow him escape from any bad situation. Not only that, but he was being helped by one of the oldest, wisest Heralds the world had to offer. If he was as strong now as she said he was, this fight would be the easiest task he’d ever faced. “Tommy boy! Your accent is gone. Why’s that now? Are you that afraid hm? You see that everything is finally catching up to you?” Thomas’s finely crafted blade of wind was easily shrugged off by the younger Presidiomni who simply swatted it away. The blade was diverted into the wall above where it sliced through and continued on. Looking down at this wrist which did tingle from the strike, Moli noticed there was neither blood nor pain coming from the stricken area. Clenching his fist now, he said to himself and Victoria in a kind of teenage glee, “This is too ******** awesome man…Hey, Anderson! Get out here and see this!”
“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.” Thomas couldn’t help but take notice now of the velveteen aura that surrounded the young upstart of a Light Herald. Needless to say, this wasn’t anything like the once Death Owl had seen before. He understood that Victoria as well as the Herald of Body could merge itself with the being of another, but he’d never witnessed the results of it save for Amara. She was never this strong though. Then again, this happened to be two Heralds both of which had interesting and amazing power. Watching his attack receive such an easy, lackadaisical removal from the field did burn him more than Soliel’s magma ever could, but it didn’t deter him at all. It did, though, make his judgment in continuing this fight with him waver a small bit.
If there were ever a time where Thomas absolutely missed his old abilities granted to him by the title of Death Owl, now was it. The man’s ignorance to the true ins and outs of his wind based abilities now would only lead to him being walled to death by Moli who was now a walking demigod tank. To add more dread to his all but hopeless situation, he understood that his attacks would now continue to bounce off of him. This bit of doubt would soon become evident to Moli thanks to clenched fists and teeth of the elder Owl. “This ain’t the worse situation I’ve been in before damn it. It won’t be the last!” A cracking, raspy and coarse voice carried his defiance well, but the opposing Herald didn’t know fear at the moment. A cry from a dying man meant nothing.
The Texan reached behind him, his charred back stinging wildly in protest, and gathered what tatters of his trenchcoat he could in his palm. He tugged strongly, tearing both it and the silk shirt beneath from his body. With a shredded coat and shirt now on the floor beside him, it left his upper body bare save for the revolver that rested against his side. Even that didn’t cover him for long as he lifted it from his dark trousers. “Alright kid. You think you’re so tough? The blood of a Presidiomni can not help you nor can that Herald b***h.” Around the neck of the Wind Herald formed a ring of rotating air that hummed a low, deadly tune. The necklace of wind began to wobble and elongate as more and more it grew volatile and unstable. Before long, it was causing his lengthy, bushy hair to waft around him. When it was finalized, he released it. Like one of Raven’s shockwaves though incredibly thin, it spread out as it moved away from him. Thanks to his focus though, as it moved further away, it became sharper and rotated faster making it a real threat to Lucien, Cecilia and even the weakened Raven who was still on the other side of the room. The attack could be compared to a buzzsaw though lacking the serrated edges to ensure that any cut it made, would be a clean and final cut.
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(Edited.)
Timothy clenched his golden artifact ever so tightly as he wildly, almost frantically swung away sending blade after electric blade hurdling at the dancing blonde meters away. Though each slash at the air seemed to be random or the result of an unclear mind, there was a meticulous pattern the pallid haired Herald followed closely. He was attempting to guide the fresh Herald into one of his attacks. This was made clear when Timothy stopped aiming so brazenly and began to place illuminated blades into the areas he predicted Daryle’s dance to lead him to. It was all for naught as the younger man remained all to unpredictable for the demigod of lightning. Tim’s eyes were level throughout the one-sided exchange. There was no need to let frustration ingrain its poisonous roots into psyche. As he did with all men who’ve acquired great power before their time, Timothy doubted Daryle knew how to use it correctly despite its similarities to his original abilities. Knowing there was no room for error, the elder Herald kept on his toes and for now, his distance.
“…” Daryle spoke on and Timothy did nothing but listen as the gap between them closed quickly. The small man no longer had words for the upstart. What was needed to be said was said and there was no need to place more useless sentiments into the matter. As the Herald neared the other, the firebrand began to retaliate with a slew of fireballs. They resembled meteorites breaking apart in the atmosphere albeit their color was a few shades darker. Timothy knew not to let these little attacks hit him lest he suffer a few nice licks that would ultimately eat away at him as time passed by. Putting his sword to good use, he began to slashing away at the blazing spheres of fire. While doing this, his direction had also changed. What was once a headstrong dash towards the younger man was now a strafe or rather a dash askew to his original route. Over the undulating waves of heat that arose from his electric blade clashing with Daryle’s fireballs, Tim could see the Herald undergoing a transformation. The end result was a man closer to his element. A man that held the power of rage incarnate in the palm of his hands.
This meant nothing to Timothy who simply scoffed at it all. To him, this was but a child showing off a rather ornate gun to a much more experienced elder and like an experienced elder, the Herald of Lightning was sure he could remove said weapon from that child’s hand in a mere instant. His perpendicular run ceased just seconds after the slew of fireballs did and when they did, the shining fighter was on his path of destruction once again. The silvery blue glint that sparked maliciously within Timothy’s shining orbs of lightning and the resolve driven run that left reddened footprints both quivered inexplicably and at a most inopportune moment. The elder had to regain himself in order to keep from stumbling onto his face and into the rotating column of fire Darlye had whipped up just for him.
The nagging, biting sensation that grew on the back of his neck was now something he didn’t want to admit as concern. It, of course, was. Before him, was that attack of Darlye’s Tim knew he’d have to contest to the best of his abilities. That was no longer a major priority however it didn’t leave his mind for an instant. It was now the Oracle’s distress that was playing in his mind. From the level of the inkling brought on by that familiar sensation, she wasn’t in as much harm as it seemed. He’d continue to fight this other Herald until his power was relinquished, but if the calling proceeded to worsen, he’d leave with no hesitation.
Focused again on Daryle’s impressively magnificent display of reckless ability, the white haired man noticed he couldn’t dispel the attack the way he’d like to. They were cut off from the sky meaning a swift bold of lightning to its center would do him no good. Damn it…said the Herald internally. Clenched teeth and a tightly grasped hilt were just indications to the possibilities that ran through his already highly active mind. When something came up in his head, he bolted to the side once again, but kept silent. His path was at a low angled curve and was as such to surprise the blonde on the other side of the cylindrical stack of spinning fire. Through it, Timothy fired bolt upon bolt of electricity through its base to the other side. As he couldn’t see Daryle, he was sure the same was likewise for him. This only meant that this hurricane, though scathing to the touch and even to be near, would work as a nice cover for him.
About five bolts of that dodger blue hued element was fired through the firewall. Timothy's mind was made on how to deal with this obstacle Daryle presented to him. His artifact, the only remains of the staff his mentor once used, could double a grenade of charged electricity if he so willed it. That was the man's intention after all; Setting his artifact at the stack's rotating base and destroying it from the bottom up. Before he could do anything of the sort, Thomas's expanding wave of wind that sawed clean through whatever it neared broke through the wall that separated them from the others. The distress that he felt arising from the Oracle now had a form. The threat was tangible, but there no need to act yet. The debris of the wind based attack as well as the attack itself did away with Daryle's display of power. To keep from being crushed by the massive slabs of marble that fell from the equally massive wall, Timothy dove backwards, though kept his eyes on Daryle. Before landing on his back, he placed a few more bolts of electricity the blonde dancer's way.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 4:52 pm
As Thomas' body was literally blown through the room and straight into the magma version of Soliel Anderson finally looked up from the previous assault of Thomas' attacks which had left him a bit winded, no pun intended. As the dust settled he could see and hear the shouts of anger and pain that spewed from the Wind Herald's mouth. Standing up a bit wobbly Anderson followed Moli's instruction and began to run over to the super charged Herald. Anderson could only stare in awe for a moment at the sheer damage that Moli had accomplished, so this was what a Herald could do? No there must be more to it Herald's were the best of their class but this was something different. Looking towards Moli he could feel a twinge of familiarity coming from his cousin. Was it Victoria? Well that was certainly a surprise and quite a brilliant one Moli hadn't just surpassed his limits with her help he had trampled them then thrown them out a window.
As he finally drew closer and closer to the downed Herald and the one standing triumphantly over him Anderson's eyes widened as a ring of wind formed around Thomas' neck and propelled at them. Anderson had never liked mist conversion it was a weird power that he never quite got the hang of and never really had to use, though now there wasn't much of a choice. As the blade rushed towards him Anderson began to concentrate and just as the blade's edge met his skin his body dispersed into a shapeless fog that was dispersed by the blowing of Thomas' ring attack. The young man had escaped the clutches of Thomas yet again. Slowly Anderson's body reformed within the circumference of the ring attack and beyond it's main point of damage. Looking at Thomas he knew that this man was the definition of a cornered animal, who still had his teeth.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 7:39 pm
Acelyn held stead fast as Thomas' attack went past her, the wind blowing her hair around. After fixing it to where she could see, she finally realized that he was in trouble and that she needed to help now. "Anderson if you know what is best for you, you would back up right now!" The girl soon was behind the man that was attack her boss and friend. The claws were back out as she swung at him, not caring if she hit just yet, she just wanted him to back away from Thomas. After her attack, she dodged over to where she stood in between Anderson, Moli and Thomas. "If only your parents could see you now. Picking on old people. How disgraceful. Want a fight? Come get me." Acelyn pointed at Anderson, winking and licking her lips at the same time. She could smell the blood all around her, it was powering her drive to protect her leader.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:56 pm
((Anya: with Koji, Anderson, Acelyn, Thomas, Moli, and Victoria)
Anya smirked as her attack appeared to slow Thomas down from landing a killing blow on Anderson. Andy could thank her later if he wanted to. "You better think twice before attacking any of my friends, you blowhard a*****e!" Anya retorted as her poison gas ate its way through Thomas' wind dome. That was the last thing The Wind Herald would hear as an attack from the side sent him flying into the next room. The Poison Owl turned to look and found that Moli and Victoria had arrived. Before throwing them any sort of thanks however, Anya knew their job wasn't done yet. And it wouldn't be until Thomas was dead really. Anya quickly looked over towards Anderson to make sure he was alright. "Andy, you alright!?" she shouted. But what she found was that Acelyn had shifted her attention from Kojiro to Anderson. 'Dammit!' The poison owl cursed mentally before throwing her arm out in front of her, the limb becoming like a whip of acidic liquid that could eat through anything. If it hit Acelyn, well, she could very well experience a lot of pain.
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((Rage: with Timothy, Serilda, Daryle, Bailey, and Nik))
While Tim and Serilda were going to be busy with Daryle and Bailey, Rage had her own opponent. To her, it was quite fortunate that Nik had been transported along with them. She would still be able to kill Nikolai Krane. She didn't care if any of the others, even Tim, got caught in the crossfire. She was going to kill Nikolai D Krane. Her dark red shadow aura didn't even bother pulsing this time. All that happened was a huge tsunami-like wave of shadows rose up and fell down upon Nik. Once the Dancing Owl was caught up in that, he may not make it out alive considering the density of the shadows being so thick that it was suffocating.
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((Erin: with Jaylin and Khalifa))"No. I'm alright. I'm well enough to help out." Erin replied with a smile. If this was how she was going to be able to keep her mind off of her sister's death, than so be it. After all, she couldn't just sit here and do nothing while everyone else was doing their part. Hopefully, Khalifa and the others wouldn't find her presence in the battle as a burden. With that, Erin sped up her pace to try to catch up with Jaylin.
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((Kate: with Che, Amara, Demios, and Cerbs))
Kate simply watched as Raven started running off yet again and Che practically fell off of Cerberus' back to begin chasing her. "Che, you idiot..." Kate muttered as she watched the Mastering Owl struggle to catch up to the Fallen Phoenix leader. In contrast, Kate wasn't about to climb down from Cerb's back. After all, she was still very weak after her fight with Acelyn. But it didn't help that the nagging and pleading voice of a spirit in the back of her mind was begging to be summoned to help in the fight. He'd been doing so since the fight with Acelyn, and it was getting on her frayed nerves. His voice was whiny and annoying, "Come on, is it my turn yet?" over and over he had been saying that...
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