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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Aug 15, 2010 18:01:32 GMT -5
"I hear you." Yeligar said, as he looked at the Scarth attacks. " Time to protect the world." He said, as he hopped out of the fireball, and his lance was glowing with intense heat.
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Post by scarth on Aug 16, 2010 1:03:15 GMT -5
"Oh dear oh dear Yeligar, your lance looks so big and hot. Too bad I like to play hard to get." Scarth whipped the second fragment out at him. "Ahahaha, ha ha ha! God I love these jokes. It never gets old with you. It's a shame really. I do so wish I didn't want to kill you so bad."
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Aug 17, 2010 8:09:34 GMT -5
Yeligar raised his crystal shield, and blocked the oncoming fragment. When it collided with him, the crystal cracked a bit, but did not shatter. He then pushed it away from him, and locked his eye on Scarth. "Heat Wave!" He swung his lance, and a fiery wave came from it, and scorched everything in the wave's path.
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Post by scarth on Aug 19, 2010 15:50:05 GMT -5
"Oh a little fire eh? I'll just blow it out nicely." Scarth leaned back as he sucked in a deep breath.
Just like blowing out birthday candles eh Scarth? The malevolent voice of the Other interrupted his own thoughts.
And for once in many many years, Scarth looked stunned. His mouth hung open as his eyes widened. It was a memory older then the power that laid inside him. "Mom?" He mouthed, too haunted for any sound to come out.
The flames from Yeligar's attack rushed through Scarth, causing him to cry out in pain as he could feel his flesh scorched by it. His hands shook as his nerves were overloaded, and for a brief moment there was something in his eyes. Something uncertain. Something almost...fearful.
Don't be a weakling.
So pathetic.
Kill him already you weakling
His mind was turning on him and as he rose to his feet he shouted, "I am not weak! I am invincible!" Like a bat out of hell he barrelled down on Yeligar, leaping into the air as a pair of massive scythes-like appendages drew out from his shoulders to slash at him.
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Post by Angelus on Aug 19, 2010 16:42:08 GMT -5
"Yeligar!" Angelus yelled as he just finished up this special power of his, "Get near me, now!" He roared as the markings started to glow bright. Angelus's plan was to bring Scarth into that same world that he had brought Sonorc into, there he and Yeligar would be able to battle Scarth with a much higher advantage.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Aug 19, 2010 17:20:30 GMT -5
Yeligar tried to get over to Angelus, but one of Scarth's scythe limbs penetrated in his arm, and snagged him. "Damnit." He said, then shouted at him, "Go on with the spell!" He then grabbed the scythe and held on it tight.
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Post by scarth on Aug 19, 2010 17:37:54 GMT -5
The scythe shaped limb reeled back as Scarth landed on the ground, pulling Yeligar close. Reaching out he clutched both hands around Yeligar's neck. His eyes stared deep into Yeligar's with a look of desperate madness.
"I'm going to enjoy this. I only wish it could last forever!" Scarth cackled. "Kill him Other, and we can finish off that idiot angel boy next."
I'm sorry Scarth, but that isn't possible anymore. They've sealed me off, and I can't fight for you anymore. The Other's voice sounded sombre and defeated.
"What?!" Scarth looked to his side as if the Other was right beside him, averting his eyes and attention completely away from Yeligar.
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Post by Angelus on Aug 19, 2010 17:59:21 GMT -5
"...This will hurt a little, Yeligar..." Angelus said then twisted his blade, there was a explosion of darkness that covered Yeligar and Scarth, in that explosion caused some pain to the two, but mostly the pain was caused mentally. Flashing images of gruesome death flashed in their heads that would make any normal human go insane. Finally it ended to show that they seemed to be a cave of some sort, with a pool of blood both above them and below them except they could stand on the blood as if it was flooring.
"Welcome, to my world..." Angelus was sitting in a throne made out of bones with two rather massive bone bodyguards standing next to them. "Now, for the other guests..."
Angelus snapped his fingers and skeletons started emerging from both pools, ignoring Yeligar though.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Aug 19, 2010 18:14:32 GMT -5
Yeligar was choking and saw Scarth was talking to ...something to his side apparently. As the world turned into this hell, he took this chance to swing his crystal sword right to the back of Scarth's skull as the skeletons came out from above.
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Post by scarth on Aug 19, 2010 18:50:39 GMT -5
Scarth felt the blunt side of the crystal sword bash him in the head, causing him to drop Yeligar from his grip. Any presence of the Other had vanished from his body completely as the world transformed into the hellish throne room Angelus occupied.
Hopping backwards with his head cradled in his arms Scarth hissed in pain. It was lucky for him that the gruesome images that Angelus' spell brought in his head acted more as relief than a deterrent for him. After all, he was already insane.
This world that Angelus has brought us to has sealed my power. Until you kill him, I can do nothing more for you.
Scarth's eyes darted around till he saw Angelus sitting atop his throne, blocked off by the swarm of summoned beings. "Hehehe, time for round 2 eh Angie? Rock, paper, scissors!" Scarth brought his hand down dramatically, wiffing through empty air as nothing happened.
"Oh...right." He looked back and forth with an embarrassed look on his face before he roared aloud and began to leap, roll and dodge through the skeletons. With each maneuver he would send an open palm slap while shouting, "Paper!" to one of the undead minions.
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Post by Angelus on Aug 19, 2010 20:43:40 GMT -5
As Scarth rolled to him Angelus's throne seemed to sink into the pool of blood along with Angelus and a moment later he reappeared on the other side of the room.
"Scissors." Angelus smiled as one of his bulky skeletons rushed at Scarth, his stone-like body threatening to crush the Sumata.
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Post by scarth on Aug 20, 2010 0:45:00 GMT -5
Scarth sprang to the steps to meet the creature head on, his hand ready to slap the skeleton down like the rest of them. "Paper!" He cried as his hand slapped the rib cage. Like a body hitting a lake though the only one who felt it was him as his whole arm vibrated with pain. It was tame compared to the bone crushing might that the bodyguard tackled him with, sending Scarth flying into the skeletons.
"Son of a..." He winced as he looked down to see his armor broken and his body gashed open.
That's weird. Rocks don't bleed. I should know, I've tried to get them to. So who's...? His thoughts were interrupted by the booming voice of the Other.
You're weak by yourself Scarth. You're nothing without me. To see your own blood is a testament of your inferiority.
"No."
Pitiful child.
Pitiful Scarth.
So pitiful.
"I'm not." His voice cracked, his usual air of absolute strength dwindling.
You'll die.
Kill or die.
Kill or die.
The voices taunted him endlessly. He clutched his head and shouted with desperate defiance. "I'M NOT WEAK! I WON'T DIE! I CAN'T!" He grabbed two skeletons and with a spin he tossed them into the others. His breathing was heavy and it was only due to his madness that he did not notice the pain the burns and cut were inflicting on him, nor did he feel the bubbling growth of the Other's flesh that had begun to cover his back.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Aug 21, 2010 15:58:53 GMT -5
Yeligar hopped back from the mad movements that Scarth was doing. He pulled out the red blade, and he pressed the white one in it. "Ice Trails!" He shouted, and trails of ice went shooting right towards Scarth freezing anything in their path, and making sharp icicles.
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Post by scarth on Aug 22, 2010 2:26:10 GMT -5
Scarth tried his best to move in his usual way, but a dynamic roll ended up a slow maneuver that got his left arm and leg caught in the ice.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as he could ignore the pain no longer.
Kill or die.
Kill or die.
Kill or die.
"Get away!" Scarth stumbled away from Yeligar as he held his one hand out in protection.
Killordiekillordiekillordiekillordiekillordie. His psychosis had turned on him entirely, the voices mocking him, making him feel every bit the pitiful mortal he had been till the Other had entered his life.
"I don't..."
You don't what? The Other goaded him, his voice seemed to bully him, drowning out his thoughts. All the while the bubbling growth was expanding, slipping to his shoulders and waist.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Aug 22, 2010 22:59:47 GMT -5
"Scarth calm down." Yeligar shouted. He didn't want to kill him, but maybe knock him unconscious. There was something that seem different about Scarth. Was this him in fear? "Scarth, what is going on? Talk to me."I can't make him calm down with ice, sun and lightning are too risky, and wind is not a good option...rain is my only option." He switched blades and noticed the growth on his shoulder.
"Scarth, what is going on with your body?"
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