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Post by dain on Apr 24, 2007 14:12:41 GMT -5
Dain rose from the ground on the spot after Durriken had cast his healing magic, which made Dain both glad and mad. THe gypsy shouldn't have done it if it weakened only weakened himself. Though, the assassin started hatching a plan when he saw the undead...his specialty. The undead were Death-oriented, and since Dain controlled Death, this might prove easy enough for him not to completely exhaust himself.
"Durriken, allow me." Dain commented as he brought his hands up to his chest and did a rapid movement of handsigns, a bright white glow emananting at the end. He touched Durriken's shoulder slightly and the white glow immediately diminished, going inside Durriken.
"Each undead you kill, you gain their energy. It is the least I could do. I cannot cast healing magic." Dain explained as he stretched himself out. The undead were like bowling pins, each one he would just have to hit once. When he was done stretching, Dain reached out his hand and called forth another blade to give him an advantage over Death.
"Dro'killia! Ku'lam!," He yelled as a bright white flare lit up where he stood and a longsword of white light came into his hands. He looked at Durriken and the others.
"I'll handle the undead, unless another one of you wants to join. The rest of you need to focus on Kenra!," He planned as he leaped forward into a battallion of undead. He planned slyly, for, he knew how he could manipulate their bodies.
Before htiting any, Dain shot some undead with a bolt of undead magic that made them tremendously big, which he was planning for. He jumped high in the air as he brutally sidekicked the skeleton, sending it down backwards and breaking into a million pieces along with three of its others. This would take a while, and he would get SOME scars...though, all were worth it. Soon, he started raking through the undead ranks, knocking off heads here, shattering legs there, and he had a line of legless, headless living skeletons behind him crawling around. THey were harmless at that point of time. He rarely struck out with Dro'Killia and only for the big undead, he used his arms and legs for the rest seeing as how it was just all bone and marrow. He came across a zombie as it was slashed through by Dro'Killia, the balde of Life sapping away the undead's energy and reducing it to what it was before, a useless cadaver. He could have used some help...they were crowding around him now instead of being distracted by the others.
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Whiteshadow
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Student - Crow[M:-2180][M:-2390]
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Post by Whiteshadow on Apr 25, 2007 15:17:58 GMT -5
Crow had suspected Dain to take the easier job at the time, but he was useful none the less. Crow needed to focus on Kenra, as Dain said, and get out of hell for one. He charged her with his sword drawn, bracing himself. No doubt, she was powerful.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Apr 25, 2007 16:25:56 GMT -5
Durriken nodded as he forced himself up. Casting two spells with the last of his energy he advanced. The Ace of Swords went into his hand, transforming it self into a large long sword, perfectly fit for Durriken. It was long and made out of a sharp white steel. The hilt was leather and the guard had a pentacle pressed into it. The sword seemed to gleam with a holy magic.
“Now this is cool.” he said, never using the card before.
Next, the King of Swords attached to the back of his head. It glowed for a moment before dimming back to normal. When it did his eyes opened wide, his pupils growing as well before they snapped back to their normal sizes. Durriken shook his head to get all the extra information in order. He now knew nearly everything about sword play...but knowing how to do something doesn’t guarantee you are able to.
Durriken ran into the horde of undead creatures with his sword blazing with holy light thankfully from the sword, not Durriken. He would have to kill some creatures before he got the energy to really cast any spells. Durriken took a unsteady swing at a skeleton and grinned when he saw it went though easily and destroyed the thing easily. He could feel the energy going into him and kept swinging his sword, picking up on the techniques he knew.
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Post by dain on Apr 25, 2007 16:39:48 GMT -5
Dain saw Durriken and smiled to himself, he never thought he'd see the gypsy with a sword in his hand. THough, the smile was soon dulled as a dangerous grin came upon his face, Dro'killia penetrating the face of a zombie and reducing it to a mere pile of black ash. The assassin leaped into the air with an acrobatic backflip and landed gracefully in the middle fo a legion of zombies, all marching their undead-way. Quickly he did a three-hundred and sixty degree slash, taking out any zombies near him and giving him some space to commit some grand damage for a change. Dain took Dro'killia in hand highly as he started to swing the blade rapidly, a pure ringing sound once again filling the area that could be heard by all.
"Perfect Harmonic technique: Rising Wyvern!," He howled as Dain sudden;y burst into the air in a flash of white light, holy magics playing all around his body as he flew up into the sky. WHen he reached the climax of the technique, he started falling down. That's when the real magic of the harmonic came into play. Releasing the energy stored within the sword, Dain was soon covered again by a holy aura.
"KU'LAM!," He yelled as his body was soon engulfed and miraculously, the bright white image of a wyvern formed from the ever-flowing holy magic. As Dain landed, it spread across an entire rank of undead, making a wide circle around him almost forty feet in diameter. Dro'killia was swung in the air once again as Dain pointed the blade forward, the bright white light soon disappearing.
Haven't used that technique in a while...Hmmmm...I wonder what else I haven't used in a while... Dain pondered to himself, obviously having enough time to sit down and rest a bit. The undead were slow because they were primarily zombies around him, the skeletons were jumping around near Durriken.
Pointing a finger, he started counting what he had left.
"Let's see...one...two...three...four...fifty...eighty...and about two-hundred or so. Well then...I have a lot of time to practice. Hopefully Durriken can handle himself, he seems a bit effervescent he has a sword in his hand.," Dain commented to himself as he just stood there in the middle, loitering, thinking about what he should do. Meanwhile, the zombies were still doing their slow walk, hands forward, now thirty feet away.
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Post by baha on Apr 26, 2007 15:01:03 GMT -5
As the undead screeched loudly at each other, a tall shadow cast upon the field. A large hand had burst the edge of the field, followed close by with the body of a seemingly-undead colossal. Kenra shouted high in the air, "Thiran, Tiger Colossal! Dispose of these children." Pointing mainly at Crow.
Thiran let out a vicious snarl, then pushed the rest of himself to the surface of the field. As he climbed, the floating nature-made battle field seemed to teeter dangerously. The Colossal's body was large and muscular, a trait the mythical beasts were known for. Its stone-like, golden tinted skin gleamed brightly in the sun as its gem-like eyes flashed. It was ready for a battle. Hell, it was ready for an anihilation.
He leapt onto the field, crushing hundreds of skeletones. He batted a paw, clearing a pathway for him, standing cleanly in front of the students. His paws alone easily reached over ten feet wide. His body was frighteningly larger than a dragon's. He roared in the direction of the students, beckoning them to fight.
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Post by dain on Apr 26, 2007 15:39:47 GMT -5
Dain sat in the middle of the circle, still waiting for the zombies to near him. By this time, he had got out a deck of cards fom his pocket and was playing solitaire.
This is ridiculous. I don't have a red four! DAMNIT!
Dain snapped his fingers in anger as the cards burnt in a flurry of black flames that soon diminished as a sharp gust of air fluttered the half-burnt cards away, and knocked down all the zombies too. Too bad they had been knocked on their backs, the poor things were as helpless as turtles.The assassin got up slowly and pitifully because he was tremendously bored. Figure it, a sadist playing solitaire!
Great Odin's raven! What is a Colossal doing HERE?
Dain absently sauntered voer toward the Colossal as he made sure to step on the heads of the zombies as he went by, crushing them and killing them instantly. Little "plops" started reverberating from the effect. Soon he neared the Colossal as he looked at the creatures crazy eyes and scratched his head in confusion.
Is this thing mentally handicapped? It just killed half its allies. Maybe I should let it take care of Crow, it IS looking hungrily after the boy; and hell, the mentally-challenged must stick together. I think I'm just going to run up its back and head for Kenra, it's like a gargantuan undead bridge to the woman.
Dain quickly unsommoned Dro'Killia from his hand as he called upona different blade..his favorite. Dark shadows gathered around his hands as Necro'yondul materialized from the complete darkness, making the rest of the undead turn on end and look at Dain in confusion. The assassin did the same. Then he thought of something. Since he had the most Death-oriented object here, he might have some power over the lesser undead.
"Well then...fall down," Dain ordered as the skeletons fell down and stayed down. Dain looked in awe as he kissed the black blade and yelled in triumph. No-one had to worry about the zombies anyway. They walked too slow.
Dain aimed himself thouroughly as he disappeared and reappeared, running up the Colossal's back with incredible speed as he jumped into the air straight toward Kenra, Necro'yondul raised for a powerful downward slash. Black mist seeped from the blade as it knew finding a target would quench its thirst. The blade liked its target.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 27, 2007 20:47:08 GMT -5
(errr... Baha told me to join this plot. I have only the vaguest idea of what's going on in this violent love triangle, but... eh sure. ^______^ *kicks Dari off a cliff and into the fighting area*)
As far as information came, Darishan had very little. There was a fine amount of undead things around, as well as a few auras he recognized. As for who the manically grinning woman floating like some false angel about the area, he had no idea. A person was aiming to strike her, someone from the school, which suggested she was the enemy.
Besides the whole sickeningly holiness radiating off of that woman, that was. It made Darishan feel slightly nauseous, but he'd get over it.
The impassive Necromancer walked among the undead that were laying down around him as calmly as one would walk through a field of flowers, all of five feet two inches tall. To him there was little difference, besides the fact that flowers sometimes made him sneeze. Dead things did not.
As Darishan carefully unstrapped his staff, he watched what was going on intensely, almost white eyes surveying the battle. Try as he might, he always seemed to end up in these mass killing situations...
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Whiteshadow
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It's hard to hold a candle, in the Cold November Rain
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Post by Whiteshadow on Apr 28, 2007 7:00:42 GMT -5
(( I'll try to help you out here. ))
Crow looked over and saw a face he had not seen since the battle with Naut'shinder village (Don't know if I spelled that right but I dont feel like checking.) It was a Necromancer he knew as Darishan. He fought his way through some attackers until he came to his side. He pointed quickly to Kenra.
"Common! Join the fun! We have to focus on her, if we work together, we may be able to take her down! Be careful, she's very powerful."
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Apr 28, 2007 16:32:50 GMT -5
Durriken dropped his holy sword when he saw the giant undead...thing. He didn’t have the skill to take that thing down, at least with his sword. If only he could do half the things he suddenly knew how to. If he did he probably could take down the thing, looking up he wondered where the center point of the thing was, the weak point. Then he could hit it with a holy fire...but he couldn’t use his vision card and still have enough for the fire. He could only guess.
Plucking the Nine of Wands from the swarm around him he threw it up to Dain, its power carrying it the rest of the way.
“Dain, stick that card to the things head, I’ll take care of the rest!” he called up to him, hoping blowing the head off would be enough.
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Post by dain on Apr 28, 2007 16:55:22 GMT -5
Dain saw the card and then looked at Kenra as he came down in a slash, then changed his priorities. As he reached the nurse, he sheathed Necro'yondul and shifted his body as his foot caught and he ran up Kenra's body, making sure her face got a load of his foot before he backflipped off and caught the card in mid-air. He was bolting backwards as he looked to Kenra and saluted earnestly, soon landing and doing a back somersault on the Colossal's head.
"THis had better work..." Dain thought to himself as he slapped the card between the monster's eyes and disappeared from the head in a flurry of shadow, reappearing beside Durriken.
He immediately unsheathed Necro'yondul and disengaged its Death magic as he swung and broke a still-rushing skeleton in two, protecting Durriken.
"Do your stuff, gypsy."
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Post by baha on Apr 28, 2007 16:56:28 GMT -5
Thiran shot out a front paw, reaching towards the two students, as he knocked Dain into the air. He placed a paw on the student's body as swiftly as lightning, bringing him back to the ground. He sent his first attack at the trapped boy, a earsplitting screech. The undead immediately backed away, screaming from the pain. Thiran pressed his golden paw down harder on Dain, his divine metal body preventing magic to pass through- there was no teleporting out of this, and it'd be just as impossible to lift the paw. The Tiger seemed to grin at the other student's as he prepared to squish Dain out of existence.
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Post by dain on Apr 28, 2007 18:53:58 GMT -5
Dain held his body at ease under the beast's paw, and didn't flinch nor wince from the slow crushing of his body. His skin simply started reconfiguring as shadowy tendrils lashed out and went back into his skin. His body was reveerting back to his true form through the process of self-preservation. This wasn't good. It might save his life, but his identity as an agent for Darius Darkstalker was out there.
Dain, thinking quickly, did what he could to prevent his true self from coming out. He thought. With one thougth, Dain escaped within his inner mind and made his entire body unconcious, the rapid changing of his skin diminishing and ceasing. Inside his mind he pondered on effects...
The dog crushes me, I'll only turn to shadow. It won't succeed though...I have one faith in my mind against this...
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Apr 28, 2007 19:03:37 GMT -5
Durriken glanced between the giant of undead and the tiger attacking Dain. His mind spun as he tried to think. He could only do one spell with his current power, he could either trash the giant or try and get Dain out. Both of which he wasn’t sure would even work. His mind flashed and his mind zoned out as he went through his deck at super speed. When he got to the Ace of Cups he remembered that he stored the snake venom in one of the cups in the card. When he saw that card he knew what he would do and his eyes zoned back out, all of this took about 10 seconds.
Plucking the Ace of Cups from the swarm, he gave it a twirl in the air as it turned back into a cup. The cup had a shimmering golden liquid inside, the collected venom of the snake within the cave. The claw of the tiger completely covered Dain so he wouldn’t have to worry about him getting hit with the stuff.
“Ace of Cups! Release!” he called out as he threw the cup.
As the cup tumble the liquid stayed within until is suddenly stopped over the tiger, there is dumped its liquid over the metal. Next, Durriken took a few steps forward and made a connection with the card on the things head. Given his arms a quick surge outward, the card launched a blast of holy fire into the Colossus' head. The Colossus just stood there like nothing happened. Durriken could see the smoke rising and swore. It didn’t even make a dent against the thing.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 28, 2007 19:07:38 GMT -5
Darishan inwardly raised an eyebrow at Crow. Join the... fun? How warped was a person to think that dismembering an unthinking undead army was 'fun'? The massive thing that was crushing a student seemed to being enjoying this, but Darishan supposed the grass was a little less green on the other side... as in the side under the paw.
"Freezeflame," Darishan murmured, making an odd sign was his one hand and directing it out. A ghostly white wave of foggy flame burned outwards and concentrated towards the beast's eye, where it would probably burn the creature blind. Whether it did or not, Darishan intended it to be a distraction so that the person under the foot would survive...
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Angelus
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Suzume's Squishy Student - Angelus[M:2120][M:1100]
A Dark Past...
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Post by Angelus on Apr 28, 2007 20:26:35 GMT -5
Angelus stood behind Darishan. He moved his hands very methodically through the air. The pattern began to repeat over and over again until a small gust of air was concentrated around his hands. Even though these gusts seemed to be weak, they were actually very strong and concentrated.
Angelus finally stopped doing his rhythmic ritual and held the ball of air in his right hand. With one swift motion, he propelled his arm forward, releasing the true power of his air strike and sending it towards the beast.
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