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Post by Adrian on Jul 6, 2008 16:59:28 GMT -5
"I've caught on quicker than you think. But I'm a bit surprised they've started letting monsters into the clergy now. You lied to me about being useless. Or are you just an honorary member until he is gone for good?"
He spoke undettered by the magifiscent transformation before him that inwardly left the Mutated Vampire in awe. It actually delayed his attempt to escape from the shadowy clutches of his former servant. Or rather forced slave. As this all went on the Dark Knight #1 stayed absolutely still, doing nothing unless the Krusnik asked it of him, also slightly in awe of the supernatural transformation.
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Post by Luka on Jul 6, 2008 17:12:15 GMT -5
"Get out of the way."
The warning was given only once to the Darkness.
"I am a member until I fail to keep my promise to her..." Something creaked as the Krusnik's grip tightened on his double-scythe. The soft winter-pond pale was completely gone from his eyes now, replaced completely with the red bloodlust of a monster.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 6, 2008 17:23:39 GMT -5
The Darkness not only moved but relinquished the dark tendrils which had held Makai in place. It would likely damage him somewhat if they were to be struck by the menacing looking Scythe in the hands of what had been Luel. Was it still even the Priest anymore? Perhaps it perplexed the Dark Figure who had quite the expierence with drastically different alter egos. He seemed to move away without resistance, most likely glad that this manipulative Devil of a monster would finally get his fair share of punishment.
"And I'm certain you'd never tell me the circumstances of that promise. But regardless, I suppose I should fight you now seeing as you're all riled up. Shall we?"
Makai spoke with an underscore of pleasure in his false voice, perhaps taking some bizzare honor out of all of these events. It likely had to do with seeing the true face of Luel. Perhaps he had sensed the entire time that the Priest could become such a powerful being. The scent of his blood being similar to that of another's making him they were of the same race. In less time than it took a vampire to blink Makai had unsheathed his nodachi once more.
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Post by Luka on Jul 6, 2008 17:42:49 GMT -5
It seemed the only thing that held the Krusnik back was the Darkness getting out of the way. He wasn't entirely sure of why that reason even existed. Just because they were enemies didn't really mean that either of them were good. Did it?
The moment the nodachi was drawn the Krusnik brought down his scythe with strength that belied his thin form.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 6, 2008 17:50:54 GMT -5
The Mutated Vampire showed considerable swordsmanship as he brought up his sword in a straight motion toward the sky. His movement had been utilized to stop that imposing Scythe's tip with the very tip of his own sword. Inhuman strength was possessed by this Altered Nosferatu, the age of his blood shown in how he managed to hold ground. But at the sametime it was revealed he was not any stronger. . . being unable to thrust his opponent's weapon away.
And since the Kusnik had transformed, the red-head had decided to activate a spell with that same motion. From the heavens above several swords began to fall as the result of a move called 'Heavenly Sword. No doubt it had been learned for the sheer irony of a fiend using a move with that name.
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Post by Luka on Jul 7, 2008 1:57:15 GMT -5
The Krusnik didn't seem to put any extra effort into overpowering Makai's blade but merely forced him to hold his ground. It wasn't until the blades began to descend that he made his next move.
Before the Nosferatu could move the Krusnik lunged forward, twisting his scythe as he did so, causing the ornate blade to lock the nodachi within it. He pulled back then, pulling the Nosferatu close, one clawed hand reaching out in an attempt to grasp a sleeve. The Krusnik's aim was to throw the vampire into his own blades.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 7, 2008 2:15:19 GMT -5
What the poor Priest did not understand was that the falling blades followed their intended target. But as his sleeve was grabbed resulting in a throw, acrobatics were used to move out of the way just in time.
Makai intended to use that brief realization of surprise to make his own clever move as the spell continued on for a few seconds more. The unsettling part was that these swords would vanish from existence after about two seconds of being on the ground. Apparently the spell worked so as not to accidentally arm one's opponent. Just as Krusnik 02 would likely be distracted even briefly, a slash along the ground created a yellow energy wave that travelled toward him at an alarming pace.
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Post by Luka on Jul 7, 2008 3:16:01 GMT -5
The priest figured that the blades might follow him...it wouldn't be the first time, afterall. People and their homing devices these days, honestly!
The Krusnik whipped around once he had tossed his opponent, his right leg sliding wide of his body, kicking up a spray of dust. He crouched low to the ground, his large scythe held away from his body. His muscles were tight like springs as he pushed away from the ground, his scraggly wings throwing up a gust of air as they pulled him into the air.
He used the height given to him by his wings to clear the swath created by Makai's nodachi. But unfortunately that same amount of air took him directly into the path of the blades. The air crackled as the Krusnik performed a reckless move. He drew his scythe far behind his back before swinging it down with a tremendous amount of force. A large bolt opened up in front of him, smaller lances of lightning connecting to the swords before the majority of it gathered together, creating nearly the same sort of wave that the Nosferatu had aimed at him. Just a lot more rugged-looking.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 7, 2008 10:53:15 GMT -5
Witnessing such raw, rugged power. . . he almost felt a bit compelled to play his trump card against the Krusnik this early on the battle.
However he then thought better of it for no other reason than dramatic timing. Only a madman would behave such a way for this type of reason alone. It would have made more sense to do it out of honor or something like that. It was a bit enthralling to watch the inhuman leap made by him next, leaving behind him a trail of red light in the air. Rising high above the ground, it almost seemed as if he were inviting his winged foe to a round of aerial combat to see who was superior.
Gathering in Makai's empty had looked to be tiny sources of yellow, orange, and red light at a high rate of speed. Suddenly a massive fireball the size of a beachball was fired at the Scythe-bearer. And it did not end with just one, by the end of the attack six would have been fired in total. Each one would create a pillar of hellfire upon colliding with anything whether it hit the target or not. Only after a second or two had passed would the pillar vanish.
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Post by Luka on Jul 7, 2008 22:04:12 GMT -5
The Krusnik's ebony wings flared out, effectively halting his descent. The creature snarled as he tightened his grip on the scythe, charging straight toward the first fireball as it was thrown.
A growl escaped the Krusnik's lips as he brought down his blade, a gust of fire exploding in front of him. His wings moved sharply to pull him away, throwing his body to the side of the pillar. An even angrier growl escaped him as he only lunged forward once more, his scythe cleaving into the fireballs. His scraggly wings moved quickly, keeping their pinions in a curve. Like a swallow he darted around the infernos, his red scythe being brought down again and again as he encountered each new one...until he was brought to the source of them. Where the blade would be brought down once more.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 7, 2008 23:08:46 GMT -5
As the Scythe's blade came down upon him once more the Mutated Vampire revealed just how far his ungodly power was able to extend. Blocking the attack with his Nodachi only sent him hurtling toward the ground.
Using absolutely perfect timing he executed another hyper-jump in mid-air as he began to fall down. Determination for victory over this relatively rare race of supernatural creature burned within those fiery orange eyes. With the tip of his sword leading the way he soared with crimson light benath his feet straight at Luel. Judging by the force neccesary to weild such a weapon he anticipated a short window of being left entirely open. The obvious intent of using the jump again was to attack with precision during that same window. Although it did have to be noted that Makai looked a bit drained of energy at this point from having used so much power in a single day without feeding.
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Post by Luka on Jul 7, 2008 23:32:02 GMT -5
If the Nosferatu was right about one thing, it was that the scythe was a bit unwieldy. It took great skill to use and worked best against a multitude of enemies. But against one swift one? Well, something was bound to happen.
Normally the Krusnik would have made an effort to destroy his enemy as quickly as possible. But was something holding him back? Perhaps some part of him really didn't want to disobey his superior and kill Makai. Especially when the vampire might actually have some important information.
Crimson eyes widened slightly as he leaned back, his wings pulling back toward his body almost hesitantly as they tried to draw him out of the momentum of the scythe's swing.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 8, 2008 0:19:35 GMT -5
His aim had been for the main body of his opponent, yet with their agility it seemed he would miss the mark and likely hit an arm or hand. Significantly less damage than intended, but it was better than not making a scratch.
"Why don't you use all of your powers on me? Or are you haunted by what fate the villagers must've met. . ."
This change of plan resulted in a tricky move of risky aerobatics. Using the blade of his sword on their body as a fulcrum, Makai pivoted himself just above Luel wearing a smirk. If this were done the way he intended, the Priest's arm would still be stabbed at this point, meaning the pivot qould cause quite a gash. A stylish looking kick was made toward the head which sported an ungodly hair-do. Perhaps he intended to snap off the strands of silver with a booted assault.
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Post by Luka on Jul 8, 2008 2:58:38 GMT -5
The nodachi did make that first contact, a line of red opening up on the Krusnik's bared arm. Granted his cassock was made of tough material, but having thrown it off earlier it really didn't make any difference. Besides, if Makai truly was the swordsman he made himself to be, then the nodachi would have been sharp enough to slice through it anyway. The following slice nearly severed his arm. Or maybe it did. There was certainly enough blood to make it look like it had been.
Something made the Krusnik hesitate once more as he recieved a hard kick to the noggin. His head snapped back, his wings folding against his body as he fell, plummeting fast. He struck the nearest hard surface with a force and with a weight that didn't seem to match his scarecrow form. The shoddy roof he landed on cracked and collapsed beneath him, almost re-enacting the scene of how the serpent had entered the priest's life only moments ago. Dust and debris was thrown in the air, creating a thick cloud that hid him from view.
Not even the usual crackling electricity hung in the air. Had something gone wrong? Had the Krusnik merely not been in top form today and was already beaten? Perhaps he was wounded and was hiding it. Maybe the kick knocked him unconcious.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 8, 2008 12:52:02 GMT -5
The Choreographer of the Macabre landed with grace in a crouched position, with the drawn Nodachi pointed out to the side. It was as if he were purposefully trying to imitate some Vampire movie he had seen. Even supernatural beings watched TV from time to time it would seem. Or perhaps it was just an oddily placed fluke of acrobatics. Just seconds passed after the landing until he stood up & brushed himself off before making a few remarks that just might interest the Priest. Makai now spoke with the voice of a man Luel had never met.
"I've figured out what your brother is up to Priest and I intend to stop him. . . in my own way. But for it to work I need the players on this stage to remain alive. Some of them anyway, of which you are one. And so are a few others. . .but the rest are expendable."
Could it be this was his true voice? No, for it seemed no one would ever hear the Serpent-tongue speak that way. Before becoming the man he was today or even the days as a prisoner of the Inquisition, this Mutated Vampire had been bedridden. Deep down he wondered sometimes if that was the reason he was so fundamentally different than other original bloodlines of Nosferatu. Now without a reason he ran off into the wilderness outside the village, as the Darkness stood there without chasing. . . having no order from Luel.
Soon. . .the sun began to rise. . .
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