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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 1, 2010 7:41:41 GMT -5
"...No." He plainly said, "This is now my tale, and even though I rarely use this power and you are cracking it, I shall not let myself be beaten by the likes of you. Solar Flare." The lance started to glow, then a bright flash appeared.
"I just have too many people to defend." He said as he vanish into the light.
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Post by scarth on Feb 2, 2010 4:27:17 GMT -5
The stinging light left Scarth's eyes blinded as he shook his head in dazed pain. Yet the Other's form stood at the ready. It held motionless, save for the rippling mass from each shoulder as the same orcish heads loomed once more. Their heads bucked and drew upwards, sniffing the air for their prey.
He fears us Scarth. I can smell the anxiety inside him. He is as good as ours. The Other spurred Scarth on in his mind, focusing him to strain his eyes and pay attention. "Ah, still stings... Yeligar! Don't tell me you ran away!"
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 2, 2010 9:18:42 GMT -5
"Nope." He said, from behind him, "I just needed a better angle." The shield had turn into a hammer, and was coming at Scarth's side. Come on, come on.
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Post by scarth on Feb 2, 2010 17:37:23 GMT -5
The snarling heads sniffed out Yeligar behind him and raced to counterattack the hammer strike. Yet the monstrous strength behind their foe's new form crushed the heads and slammed the Other in the back. His body arched back in pain before whirling around to face him again. Only Scarth could hear the cry of pain in his mind.
"Shut it you big baby, or do I have to be back in charge?!" Scarth shouted seemingly to himself. "No? Yeah that's what I thought. Now kill him already!" His body bubbled for a moment before six bladed tendrils oozed from his back. They streamed from behind him and swung out towards Yeligar, slashing and stabbing from all angles.
"Hehehe, sorry Yeligar. Why pick one angle when you can have them all?" The blades all reared back at his words before lunging at the crystal body at once.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 2, 2010 18:20:21 GMT -5
Yeligar's armor was being torn up when he grabbed some of the blades. "I know what you mean!" He said, as he glances at his hand. All of this time, his lance was missing, and now was his chance. He ran though the blades and lock onto Scarth, trying to resist him to move. The sky started to rumble with lightning, as the lance started to come down fast like a rock.
"Enjoy the afterlife."
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Post by scarth on Feb 3, 2010 5:31:30 GMT -5
Scarth could only laugh, stretching his neck up to the sky and howling with laughter as he witnessed Yeligar's efforts to restrain him. "You really are FUN! It's almost a shame to eat such a fun prey." The lance sailed down, mere inches from his head when it stopped suddenly. Scarth stared up at it, seeing the thick black limb that had jut out from his shoulder holding the weapon.
"Ohhhh, that would have really hurt I'll bet. But then, why ponder it at all?" The bladed tendrils bound themselves around Yeligar's body, holding him tight to his form. "Why don't you tell me how it feels?" He shouted out as the black arm thrust the lance deep within Yeligar's shoulder.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 3, 2010 13:43:17 GMT -5
"UGH!" He shouted as Tempesta, entered his arm. "She likes to deliver pain... but with me, this can be different than if she went into you. It stills hurts, don't get me wrong, but now this is for you. " He grabbed one of the flying blades and held it up. "Photon Prison." He kicked himself away from Scarth, and the beam of lights started to form a cage around him.
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Post by scarth on Feb 5, 2010 4:49:03 GMT -5
Scarth looked around bewildered by the streams of light that poured from seemingly no where all around him. Were it not for the Other's control, he would have made the foolish mistake of trying to grab the light in his hands. Tendrils flowed out from the now formed cage as they tried to lash out at Yeligar, falling just inches short of their mark.
Don't do anything stupid Scarth, we are imprisoned in a spell. Just sit still for now. The Other commanded. Scarth rolled his eyes and sighed, annoyed that his show had been cut so short. Hesitantly the Other clutched its hand around the glowing bar, firmly gripping the bar as if testing something. Foolish mortal, he lacks the necessary magic to harm me.
Scarth once more chuckled menacingly. "Foolish indeed. Silly turtle, safe in your shell. You're truly more fearful than I thought. Just let me out and I promise I'll make it quick... or not." He glared towards Yeligar, licking his chops slowly.
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Feb 5, 2010 6:43:32 GMT -5
"...How about this?" He said as he walked over to a towering crystal, and sliced at the based, making a huge crack. "Now, with the winds and such, this tower is going to fall in about an hour. You can get out of there, you can do whatever. If you don't, I don't have to worry about you. Simple as that, now if you excuse me." He turned his back and walked away. When he was far enough away, he pulled out his crystal eye, and his armor fell off.
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Post by scarth on Feb 7, 2010 5:28:05 GMT -5
Scarth hissed in anger, her arms forcing themselves from the Other's form to pound away on the bars. Despite the sting of the magic on his skin he did not care. He wanted Yeligar to bleed. Up until now the man's death would have been only a byproduct of Scarth's hunger being fulfilled. For the first time, Scarth wanted someone dead to slake his hatred.
"Damn you Yeligar!" He cried out into the barren wasteland. The Other bound Scarth's arms back enough to keep him from harming himself anymore.
Scarth, do you truly want him dead?
I do Other. That and so much more. I want him to fear me. I 'need' him to fear me so that his death be so much more sweet. Can we do that? His mind begged the Other.
Do not worry. I have always given you what you desire, and this shall be no different. We will stay with Trucido, and soon enough Yeligar shall return. Then... then you shall have what you need.
The Other crouched, his dark oozing flesh bubbling before bursting with every hellish shape imaginable from it. Arms, teeth, demonic heads and tendrils surged against the cage, filling it with his forms. At last the cage burst, freeing them after no more than a few minutes of captivity.
Scarth's breathing slowed, his heart finding some solace in knowing Yeligar would soon be his. Standing out in the wide open field he stared blankly as he tried to remember what had brought him to Vuoto in the first place. The Other was laughing in his mind, a deep and sinister laugh who's meaning was lost on the sky king.
Soon. The Other muttered. Soon.
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