Angelus
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Suzume's Squishy Student - Angelus[M:2120][M:1100]
A Dark Past...
Posts: 1,176
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Post by Angelus on Sept 6, 2006 18:28:17 GMT -5
Angelus relinquished his attack on the spirit. The attack was useless anyway, becasue the spirit was not affected. Angelus stepped back behind Crow and sat down (indian style). He began to go into a meditative state. He trusted Crow to stay with his word and Angelus was tired and needed rest.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 6, 2006 18:30:18 GMT -5
The demon seemed not to move but he suddenly appeared next to Promethius and slashed at his arm with his claws, his eyes glowed brightly, a smile came to his mouth and his sharp, jagged teeth were visible.
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Post by darius on Sept 6, 2006 18:32:22 GMT -5
Darius stalked his way to the tree, his eyes dimming and brightening like his energy wavering in his body. He touched the tree and his mind clicked. A tree was living. As did grass. Darius concentrated his hardest as his eyes blazed in a desperate grey energy as he saw the whispering soul of the tree. Darius opened his eyes wide as the tree withered and collapsed upon itself, Darius stood straightened, but not entirely strong and well. His back was bent a bit, his hands on his legs supporting them. Darius lowered himself carefully and touched the grass as it withered and died away also, leaving regular dirt. His eyes flared up brightly once again, his power was almost all the way restored, he could at least defend. He needed to attack. He leaned against another tree, letting the little healing fairies do their job. Volar glowed brightly in it's sheath. It felt the prescence that Darius laid his eyes upon. A demon, blind, and open on both his ribcage sides. He could at least see the flaws in it's guard.
No, not Prometheus. Darius thought to himself weakly as he watched on. He absorbed the energy of the tree and felt better as he stood on his own in the shadow of leaves from the sun.
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Post by prometheus on Sept 6, 2006 18:40:06 GMT -5
Prometheus didn’t even seem to notice the attack. He looked up at the Demon, his eyes glowing brighter then ever before. The winds picked up greatly all around, creating a strong vortex around himself and the Demon.
“Beware, The winds of change grow strong.” he said with a voice totally unlike his own...it was deeper...stronger.
He raised his arm and the wind began to concentrate on the Demon.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 6, 2006 18:47:41 GMT -5
The demon tried to block the air ut was suprised by the strength of the student, it snarled dagerously as it... (GOD!! I HAVE TO LOSE!! this sucks...) jumped from the attack and behind Darius, it's claws open and ready to attack. (*is sure Darius will break out the whoop-arse*)
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Post by darius on Sept 6, 2006 18:59:04 GMT -5
Darius looked at the demon and smiled, then turned invisible as he quietly walked away. He wasn't ready to fight yet, he wasn't powerful enough, he needed more power. He touched a tree and it fell, collapsing on itself to the ground as he absorbed it's power. He turned visible as he stood by Prometheus, looking at the demon. His white teeth glinted from the sun's rays. He removed Volar from it's sheath and it bathed them both in a white light, making Prometheus's skin almost pure white from his elven heritage. Darius looked at Pro and signaled. "I want you to give me a slight boost when it get in front of you. RIght to my bottom right heel as I lift it up to run." Darius whispered in his ear as he took off in front of Prometheus toward the demon, Volar pointing straight ahead while perfect harmonics of metal hitting wind rose from his belt of speed.
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Post by prometheus on Sept 6, 2006 19:02:09 GMT -5
Prometheus didn’t even nod as he continued to watch the Demon with extreme hatred in his eyes.
Guys, I can’t keep this up for long so if you are going to do something, do it now...I’ll hold him off you guys. he said telepathically to all the students around him.
Prometheus focused some of the power where Darius asked him too, and waited to release it.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 6, 2006 19:10:32 GMT -5
The demon growled as it lunged foreward and posessed the body of the Tribal Leader and it ran to the side, a small orb of black energy formed in his hand, a smile on his face as his white eyes looked straight foreward into nothingness.
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Post by prometheus on Sept 6, 2006 19:17:46 GMT -5
Prometheus released the magic beneath Darius’ foot. After it was released he pointed his outstretched arm at the demon/TL and clenched his hand shut. The wind began to tighten around the Demon as Prometheus tried to hold him. The strain was starting to get to him. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 6, 2006 19:21:09 GMT -5
The orb of dark in his hand expanded and formed around him, blocking the air current as he began to get out of the way, but was he fast enough??? (*looks to Darius*)
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Post by darius on Sept 6, 2006 19:29:58 GMT -5
Darius had disappeared from his position before, and arched his blade toward the TL as he stood before him, his eyes bursting in separate waves of grey energy as his piercing gaze withheld the TL's. He drew Andium as sliced at the orb of darkness, trying to crack it, since Andium was the blade of darkness and death, being able to absorb dark energy.
"I give you five seconds to get to your feet and grovel for mercy, or else my comrades here will unleash their power in unison toward you." Darius said, his eyebrow raised as his eye misted white and then burst in grey energy again. His power was overflowing from the mass of soul energy he had absorbed. He couldn't thrust though, his reflexes were weak. But the TL didn't know that, and he never will. Darius closed his mind from interference, a wall of grey fire rising up in his intellectual chamber.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 6, 2006 19:39:05 GMT -5
The tribe leader shot a spear of flame towards Darius, "Never a dishonorable death." he whispered to himself, with the knowlege that he was beginning to fall down to the losing side of this match, he wasn't an idiot. The flame went at Darius quickly and he smiled, even with the knowlege that this was a signal for all the power of the students to be unleashed upon him.
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Post by darius on Sept 6, 2006 19:42:58 GMT -5
Darius smiled as he ducked quickly, his legs in good shape still. He put his hand to the ground as he absorbed the grass's energy and stood again as he flipped backwards to stand by Pro. His eyes were a steady beat of burst of grey energy now as he glared at the TL. He smiled once again, wider this time.
"EVERYONE! ATTACK!"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Sept 6, 2006 19:52:58 GMT -5
The tribe leader stood there, not pleading for mercy, he just stood there a slight smile on his face as a sword of darkness wrapped around his hand, fire encircled it as well. He wouldn't let himself be killed by his adversaries, he wouldn't give them the pleasure of that, the sword then shot backwards from his hands and into his body, causing no visible wounds on the outside but blood trickled from his mouth. He looked up and the last remaining power he had shot out in a shockwave that might kill anything that was too close to him, possibly injuring everyone else in the immediate area. This was his suppuku, ritual suicide. The students hadn't killed him, the tribal leader had taken his own life. The absorbed demon's power and his own settled on the ground around him... now all that could be done is to wait for the real tribe leader to reclaim his body.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Sept 6, 2006 19:59:11 GMT -5
Darishan sprung to his feet suddenly as he woke up, but the headrush and pain sent him swaying and he fell back down, only to get hit by an odd energy force (It felt like someone had hit him with a club) and rolled a few more yards away. He slowly got into a sitting position, doing his best to ignore his throbbing head and aching side. "What...?" he whispered as the dust cleared. The Tribal Leader lay down, and he could no longer sense the hostile Spirit. Somehow, the others had done it. Maybe he wouldn't underestimate them as much.
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