Battle of The Graves (open)

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl stood in front of a grave next to Izumi. Izumi was dressed in black leather pants with a white t-shirt. The leather pants looked a bit to tight for a small girl as herself. As she stood in front of the graves a sudden wind picked up. It blew back Izumi's hair and flew with it. Cowl didn't notice anything at first but then he did. Suddenly dead bodys began to erupt out of the graves. They were obviously zombies. Cowl had his staff in his hand before anything else. He was ready for absolutly anything. But why were these creatures popping up? And who controlled them? As if to answer his question standing behind the fifty zombies that had arrisen out of the graves was a blonde elf. He had an evil smile on his face. It was the same elf that had attacked Cowl before. Right when he first came to TMA. "OOO looks like Cowl has a daughter..." He said evily. Cowl was just glad about one thing. At least it wasn't Issac.

[Skulls And Pie]

Morbid flew into the cemetery via a disk of shadows. "WHEEE!!" he screamed as he came in and hovered closer and closer to the ground, before making the disk vanish and he landed on the ground. "Hello Cowl, and little one," he exclaimed, "Who is the blonde dude and may I kill the zombies?" he asked, an innocent smile on his face the whole time. He then realized what was wrong with that sentence and cracked up, collapsing onto his tucchus. He fixed his red goggles, worn on his head as they often were, before snapping them onto his eyes.

[Creator]

"Wow, that looks like a lot of zombies," a voice said from behind Cowl and Izumi. Damon stepped up between them, scanning his eyes over the undead army forming before them.
"I don't know if I've ever seen so many zombies... or any at all, for that matter. Does this kind of stuff usually happen around here?" A swirl of purple mist began flowing from the shadows to him, wrapping around him protectively. Thin blue armor, a pair of clawed black gloves, and a black cape that seemed to fade into smoke as it ran down from his back all appeared from the mist, before it retreated.
"I'm Damon, by the way. Nice to meet you, whoever you are. So are zombies tough or what?"

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl looked at the two new comers. He really didn't know what to think of then. "Um... Nice to meet the two of you." he said refering to Morbid and Damon. He looked back at the zombies. "All I know is that their here to kill me and the blonde haired elf is the leader." He told the two. Cowl raised his staff in the air as a white light erupted from it. The light struck raised into the sky and rained down on the zombies weakening them. Hopefully that would help them in combat. "Lets kill these things." He said in a happy manner.

Izumi had a small dagger in her hand. Using strength inhuman she began to attack the zombies. From others no one would belive this girl was a child. She killed the creatres with such bloodshed and with absolute no remoarce. She looked like a demon. Cowl was stunned by this. He had never before seen someone so mercyless. So inhumane. And the elf just stood there smiling watching it all.

[Creator]

Damon blinked, watching Izumi for a moment before he began to make a move. "Right," he said, flexing the claws. With a blur, he rushed past his first zombie, planting an open claw in his face as he passed. The zombie wailed and clutched its face, though the wound wasn't lethal. He erupted into a thick purple cloud, whipping along a trail of zombies, choking away their oxygen supplies until they passed out, one by one. He solidified and stood, his movement slightly blurred by the smoky end of his cape that was now whipped up around him. With an outstretched hand, another zombie began to melt quite painfully into purple ooze, which would reform in a matter of hours, when it regained consciousness.

[Skulls And Pie]

"l33t!!!" Morbid screeched as he ran to the zombies and unsheathed his Asphodel Whip. He cracked the whip once and it ignited. He chuckled evilly and began to whip the zombies with wild abandon, burning their dead flesh and cutting it up with the broken glass. After some kills, he put the whip back, after putting the flame out, and unsheathed Iuguolo. It grew to the size of a two handed broadsword and he held it in both as he swung it around wildly, slicing zombies like ham or cheese. Or pizza. He liked pizza. He then shrunk the knife again to throwing knife size and made another flying disk and soared over the still "living" zombies and threw the knife at the elf, aiming for his heart, and he had pretty good aim.

[Creator]

A misshapen plate-shaped mass of what looked like dark purple stone appeared in the air, effectively blocking the path of the knife before it reached its target. Damon spun to face Morbid, a glare on his face. "We don't have to kill him, just make him unable to summon up zombies," he chided. "He's not undead like the zombies, he's a living being, and I'd rather if we didn't kill anything that's genuinely alive."
The plate quivered after blocking the knife and erupted back into normal, everyday air.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl, with staff in hand, was busy attacking the zombies with his own abilities. He created hell fire engulfing the enemies a bunch of time. Cowl's magic was alot stronger then most. He was a necromancer after all. Cowl though never was able to summon any undead on his own. He was always afraid he would not be able to control them like he wasn't the death god. The memory itself was hurtful in itself. Cowl luanced another batch of hell fire aiming at another group of zombies. He watched Izumi in combat. She still had a dagger in hand. Every time a singe or more zombies approced they would drop dead in an instance, while Izumi slashed their bodys apart. Cowl noticed a gracefullness to her movements, yet it was pure bloodlust. It contined to scare the pants off Cowl. Cowl noticed the elf off in the distance. In his hand was a single card. He threw it up into the air as a rift was created. "Not again..." Cowl thought. Suddenly thousands of shadows came from within the rift, or rather from the other side. These shadows took form immediatly to black tiger like creatures, except with no stripes and spikes down it's back. The creature had two giant fangs similar to that of a saber tooth tiger, bit had no tail. These creatures Cowl had faced before. If they didn't find a way to close the rift soon, something very big would come through.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

A zombie with flesh rotting off its bones, gaping holes in its body that oozed a thick green liquid, teeth that had once been white now turned black with age and rott approched a cloaked figure floating from the distance. When one looked he was between two trees that had become black and twisted from corruption and evil in the graveyard. In a shimmer of light the figure dissapered and reapered behind the rotting pile of flesh sheathing a sword of light pink metal. A flurrie of petals following his movements and with a swish of his cloak the figure walked away. With a turn the zombie tried to follow but found that bothe sides of his body was slowly slipping away from each other and fell to the ground in a pool of black blood. Volgana walked onto the battle field as another putrid pile of bones limped towards him with the intent of eating his brain, flesh and maybe chewing on a bone or two once he finsihed. All he got was a 3 inch long silver dagger with a blue stone in the hilt in the front of its skull. With a stumble it fell back onto the ground. Volgana darted towards its fallen body and slammed his foot down ontop of the dagger forcing the blade deeper into its crainium. With a sickening crack like eggs being squashed, Volgana reached down into the grayish matter that was the brain of the fallen one and pulled out his dagger. Wiping it on the clothes of the now dead kadabra. "Ya'll need any help." Volgana said to Cowl, reconizing him from his encounter earlier.

[Creator]

Damon looked away from Volgana, repulsed by the gore of his technique. One of Damon's major weak points was his refusal to kill a living being, be it friend or foe. Undead may not be living, but he still had trouble attacking them; they were too similar to ordinary humans. So he continued in his restrained attacks, leaving the victims asleep and unconscious as he went. Eventually he became confident enough to abandon the Wolf's Fury and armor, and simply used the cape for cover. He kept his distance from the others, not wanting to get caught up in the slaughter.

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl smiled. "I appreciate it..." He told him meaning it. Cowl raised his staff in the air once again summoning up more light from the heavens and let it rain down on the enimies. The attack damaged all undead foes usually killing them. The attack itself was able to destroy the rest of the zombies. But that left them with an army of the shades. That was what Cowl called the tiger like creatures from the future transported through the rift. These creatures were not undead and would not do well against holy magic. Not that Cowl himself was that good at it either. His attacks mostly focused with dark magic. The creatures all had big claws and with more laugh from the elf commensed an attack on them. Cowl swung his staff around attacking one of them. He noticed a group of them surround Izumi. At first he was worried. There where four of them all in a circle. But Izumi let out a small gigle. That was the first time Cowl had ever heard her voice. It was full of life in itself. All of the shades leaped in at once trying to get rid of Izumi quickly. But as they all came they all fell under Izumi's dagger. She sliced their legs off as they charged meeting the one in front of her. As she slashed its legs off she withdrew another dagger throwing it at the one behind her. The dagger landed inbetween the creatures eyes killing it on contact. She then slashed at the wounded tiger decapitating it. With the head she threw it at one of the others driving it to the floor while throwing another dagger at the last one hitting it inbetween the eyes as well.

[Creator]

"Oh great, big cats," Damon grumbled, watching as a whole new level of combat commenced. He hadn't exactly introduced himself to the others, nor vice-versa, but he felt the need to help out what little he could. With a clap of his hands together, he erupted into a thick, dark purple cloud. It began to expand, engulfing several of the shades. There was the sound of several impacts, and the smoke faded, leaving Damon and several unconscious shades. A shocked sound escaped through his teeth as another shade leapt down on him from above, but he melted into purple slime just as it hit. The Damon-goo wrapped up and around the shade's leg, then compressed like a ton of bricks, forcing a howl of pain from the beast's mouth as Damon solidified a few feet away, assuring that it couldn't move. The thin, laughable armor reformed on Damon from the mist, and not a second too soon. While he prepared to defend against a shade approaching from the front, he let his guard slip and one clawed his back. The armor was suddenly extremely thick and durable in the back, while the rest seemed to crinkle up at the loss of mass, but it did the trick; the claws scraped noisily, only damaging themselves. As the armor returned to normal, he faded into smoke, allowing the shade from his front to pass through and attack his comrade. He reformed near Cowl.
"So what are these things?"

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl swung his staff around striking the enemy in front of him. Since he had faught these creatures before he knew how to handel himself. The problem wasn't that they were impossible to beat, rather that they just kept coming and attacking non stop. that was how Cowl and makashi, while in dragon form, almost lost. They never ended up getting rid of the creatures. They ended up rather closing the rift. This solved the problem more so then ever. But they did it to late. Not before a Delta found its way through. As Cowl swung the staff to his right knocking one of his enimes off his feat he answered Damon's question. "I have no idea what exactly these creatures are... I named them shades, and apparently their creatures from the future. They are getting accsess to this dimension through that rift." Cowl told him pointing to the giant hole in the air the creatures were coming from.

[Skulls And Pie]

"Damn..." he spat as the knife fell the the elf's feet. He made a frustrated face, with his mouth squenched up to the side. He knew two things right about now: A. he had to get Iuguolo back. B. he had to get the elf. He kept cracking his whip at the zombies, now piles of burning bodies lying on the ground around him. He darted away from the zombies he had been fighting after one last crack at them with his whip of FIIIIRE. He dashed through the legions of undead and whipped them, creating gashes on them and making others burst into flame. Occasionally he would spread his fingers wide and fire a dark magic bomb at them, which exploded on impact. As he attacked them, he burst into song, singing quite well, but still in quite a silly manner. "EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING AND EVERY TIME WE KISS I SWEAR I COULD FLYYYY!!!" [Every Time We Touch ~ Cicada] As he got close to the elf, the zombies began to surround him. "DAMNIT," he exclaimed, sheathing his whip again. He sat down and drew five pentagrams around him. "Ippohc ichpop exar monusm, perizuu," he chanted, in his own made up language. Taking the advice of a WoW addict friend of Ravens, he summoned a dark energy axe, just as the zombies were getting a bit too close for comfort. He then began to chop their heads off, for according to the WoW addict, that was a good way to get rid of them. He still continued to sing his "wonderful" song.

[Cherry Blossom Fan]

Volgana laughed as three of the tigers charged him all coming from three different angles. With a flash Volgana dissapered. His laughter was heard ringing off the trees around. Wolgana appered behind the first tiger and lept onto its back with a twist he turned its head all the way around. With a gurgle it fell to the ground. Volgana grined as the other two slowly circled him with rage for their fallen comrade. With a snarl the second tiger lept forward only to be sliced in half by Volgana's extended sword. While Volgana's attention was on the second tiger the third tiger snuck around behind him and lept with a mighty roar. It's mouth was wide open and thoughs of crushing the mans neck it ints jaws played over and over in its head. It was greathed by the sound of teeth crashing on metal. With a snarl the beast looked to find the barrel of Volgana's rifle in its mouth. With a grin Volgana pulled the trigger sending a shell filled with falcons dust down its throat. The beast of shadows slowly inflated until the force of the wind growing inside it was too much and it ripped appart, the threads that bound its body to this word torn like a frayed thread that was pulled. With a chuckle Volgana turned to face the others. "So anything else going to come out of that hole." He said with a grin.